She Came Right on Time

Where did I leave off? Ahh yes...December 16, 2008 I had what would be my last prenatal appointment. My midwife found me 4cm dilated and 50% effaced! So the ball was rolling now. For how long and when was the next question. Here is how it unfolded:


The next few days I felt sporadic unpatterned contractions of my uterus with no pain. My hubby wouldn't let me go ANYWHERE without a darn chaperon...needless to say the claustrophobia began to set in immediately. I decided to stay at my moms house for a couple days while the hubby worked overtime for his girls - well also to get help with the children. At 1am Sunday morning I woke up to take my niece to the bathroom and upon putting her back in the bed...whoooshh came the flow of amniotic fluid down my legs. All I could say was, "You have GOT to be kidding me!" My mother and I were stuck in the house for 4 little ones and no other adults to relieve us since my brothers and sister were out partying it up. After getting them on the phone and out of their drinking stupors they were on their way. My mom and I headed to my house and you know my mom was flying down the streets fearful that she would be catching a baby in the car! Finally we made it home - home to my energy - home to my mans arms for only a few more hours before he headed to work.

I had to get hubby to call my midwife because she was trying to see me at my originally scheduled prenatal appointment at 2pm. Difficult and adamant me said, NO she needs to come now. I knew she was probably pissed at me because she thought I would labor for at least another 2days like I did my previous birth. My body was singing a different tune this time, plus I didn't want to chance having a midwiferyless birth again because she came to fast. So she came over for me thank heavens. When she arrived she looked super tired from lack of sleep and my heart went out to her. My man had prepared a spot on my daughters bunk bed for her because we didn't want her going anywhere - so she went straight to it. For the next 3hrs my mom, 2yr old, and myself laughed and talked it up during my labor. 5:45am came so fast and now my husband had to get ready for work. I didn't want him to go of course but he did it to protect his job. As I sat laboring on the toilet - I started to feel the contractions a bit and breathed through them. All I kept telling him over and over is, "I'm telling you you're gonna get on the road and turn right back around in 5min because she is coming babe..." He was like that's fine I just want to at least check in and then you call me whenever. After he left, we woke up the midwife because i was feeling different. She checked me around 6:30am and said I was 5-6cm. In my mind i was thinking HELL NO, that can't be! So she started preparing her things and I went back to the toilet :) my labor throne. Within about 30min I was on the toilet bearing down not realizing it and the midwife said, "Tia, we don't want you having the baby on the toilet now." I got a text from my husband asking me do I need him. All I could text back was "yes nowwwww!!!" Then I called his job during a contraction and told them to send him home NOW!

I forced myself to get up because that is the same scenario from my last birth - as I got up her head was crowning. This time had to be different LOL. I got to the bed and that was all she wrote. The urge to push was so reminiscent of my previous experience. I started pushing and shouted out "I'm gonna tear again!" Subconsciously I was holding onto the fact that i almost tore through my urethra the last time because I pushed her out so quickly. but my midwife brought me back to center and refocused me. She guided me through it in a way I have never birthed before. She told me to push gently after the contraction went away and to pant quickly when they came. It worked because I felt like I was gonna explode. I was doing everything in my power to hold her in until my love got there. He only works like 15min away but it seemed like eternity for him to get there. At the last moment I was like, "dude oh well he is just gonna have to miss this one," and then in he walks through the door and straight to me. He gently kissed and rubbed my forehead and then one strong push...I felt her entire body come out like it was slow motion in the matrix. It felt like she was 10ft tall because her body just kept coming and coming. But she was here now, heavily coated with vernix, and lying on my womb. I couldn't believe how tiny she was compared to my other children...7lbs 1oz! After assessing her, the midwife said she had a large fremula or something which means the tongue attachment was at the tip of her tongue. It might prevent her from latching on. After about an hour she was on the nipple YAYYY!!!

This birth was similar and different from my others, but it was beautiful no doubt. My ancestors have blessed me with a super womb and I love it! All I wanna do is love on her and pray that this third girl will teach me how to be a better mother adding to the lessons I have learned so far. Her spirit is mellow which is wonderful! Can you believe my husband already asked when we will start working on the little boy now?! Stay tuned :)