When my husband and I started talking about having a baby, he knew how badly I wanted a homebirth. He supported me in everything I wanted. I was so happy he was on board for this.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant I started searching for the perfect midwife to care for us. We contacted her at about 6 weeks pregnant and saw her for the duration of my pregnancy. We went into true planning mode. We even hired a birth photographer, which I highly suggest. At 36 weeks the midwife came to our home and I showed her where I had planned to deliver our sweet baby Gwen. She supplied the birthing pool and when she saw my tub she asked why we hadn’t planned for her to be born there.
At 40 weeks & one day I had an appointment with my midwife. I asked her to check my cervix to see if I had dilated any, and sure, enough I was at a 3. My husband and I left feeling so excited that soon enough our baby would be here.
The next morning I woke up with a little back pain around 6am, so I got my husband up and we were going to go for a walk to see if it would subside. I got dressed and went to the door and it was pouring down rain. Of all the times I needed to walk and it was raining! I got upset and decided to just lay back down with my heating bad. My husband suggested that we take a shower around 8 to see if that would help. Five minutes in and I had to use the bathroom, which I didn’t think was a big deal because I have IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and this happens all the time. I got done and went to get back in the shower, and bam, they hit.
The contractions where not bad at first and I was positive I could handle it until she was born. I had not eaten breakfast yet and we had the whole birth day planned. We would cook a gumbo, walk a lot, I would drink some bone broth we had to recharge and enjoy the beautiful process I was going through. I mean after all, it could last 24hours or longer right?
I called my midwife and told her the contractions had started and we would let her know how the day was going. Well not an hour later and my husband had to call her again to tell her about the contractions which where 2 minutes apart. My midwife lived in Lake Charles, Louisiana, so it wasn’t like she could get here in 10 minutes.
During the contractions I would get on my hands and knees and rock back and forth. Garrett would hold a wrap I had purchased around my stomach, which by the way is a lifesaver during contractions. I told Garrett to make me some bath water and I remember getting in while it was only to my ankles. It was such a relief. He cut me an apple to eat in between contractions and I drank so much water. After about an hour of contractions in the bathtub I felt like I needed to push. I could feel her head & about that time my water broke.
He called my midwife to tell her we where about to have a baby and that we could see her head. She was only 10 minutes away. We held off until she got here and while she and her apprentice brought oxygen tanks in they checked me and said, Yep that’s her head and she has hair!
At 10:45am we welcomed our beautiful 7 pound 11 ounce baby, Gwen Lakyn into the world. I definitely didn’t have around a 2 hour and 30 minute birth planned. Well, I mean plans don’t always go the way one hopes, anyway. However, I wish it had been a little longer. I enjoyed it but I didn’t get to enjoy it as much as I had hoped because it was so fast paced. The photographer also got there minutes after she was born which was not what I wanted either, but she got some amazing pictures.
Having a midwife was one of the best decisions I have ever made. She was wonderful and I loved that I could call her whenever I needed for questions or just to talk about birth. The whole time I was pregnant people doubted my decision to have a home birth but I knew it was what I wanted. Now I have a 9-month old mermaid on my hands and we can’t wait for our next water baby.