Competing with the Cousins

A few weeks before Jael was due, a cousin I hadn’t seen in a while came to Claunch. We began to visit, and, with a baby on the way, it was only natural she and her husband share a story we had not heard - that of the birth of their oldest son. Suffice it to say, we laughed until we cried, and I so very much envied her short labor (and the accompanying good story). 

So I had one. Granted, their story is funnier and her labor was shorter, but let me tell you our good story...

Seth had guessed Jael’s arrival for the 17th (due date the 27th) and I had a few scattered cramps that afternoon, but it was 4:00 the morning of the 18th before I was convinced that these were contractions, and infrequent at that. At that point I was terrified by a gush of blood. Not enough to meet the “danger” requirements listed in the birth center instructions, but far more than the spotting I was told to expect. I held off calling the midwife until 6 a.m., and she was totally calm. Oh, yes, the blood was normal, and I should just call back when the contractions were closer together.

Starving, I made and ate breakfast tacos before calling Mom, who was on her way to Moriarty. She was excited, but asked how close the contractions were. Time them, she said. It’ll be a while, she said. Remember, they said to head to Albuquerque when they were every ten minutes or so, she said. 

Seth disagreed. “We can go to Tim and Margaret’s and wait.” I dug my heels in. I needed a nap and I knew I wouldn’t sleep away from home. I told him I would nap and time contractions - that I did. And after an hour or so, they had were averaging ten minutes apart, so I called him. All those breakfast tacos came right back up…. I unpacked the peppermint oil, hoping to fend off another nausea attack. We called Mom and arranged to stop and pick her up.

About half an hour down the road, Dad called. He thought he’d locked the keys in the car and wondered if we could bring his spares when we came to get Mom. Seth looked at me. I didn’t think much had changed, so I thought we could turn around and get keys. We’d only backtracked about 5 minutes when Dad called back - he’d broken into his own car only to learn Mom had the keys. At least we hadn’t gone the whole way. By the time we got to Willard (halfway to Albuquerque for us), the contractions were coming often enough I couldn’t do much but pay attention to them. 20 minutes later, the peppermint whiffs lost their power. Or maybe it’s because I tried drinking water. Anyway, Seth had to pull over so I could throw up.

By the time we stopped for Mom in Moriarty, we needed her and her doula training. “Call the birth center and tell them we’re coming,” I told her. 

She asked, “Didn’t they say they should be 3 minutes apart for an hour?”

“I don’t care! We are going there.”

Seth inserted, “They almost have been….” Mom called.

You know all those different positions and techniques for labor they teach in birthing classes? Yeah, we didn’t use those. I hung on to the handle above my seat, Mom tried some stretch/push/squeeze support from behind me, and Seth drove progressively faster, intermittently patting my leg and telling me to breathe. I didn’t have enough breath to say what kind of music I wanted or to respond to Seth’s bad jokes, so I demanded no music and ignored the jokes ;-). Somewhere between Edgewood and Tijeras, Seth passed me a bag so I could throw up again. At the edge of Albuquerque, my water broke. Seth tried to get around the 80 mph traffic flow, but a truck changed lanes in front of him every time. Finally, we exited at Paseo. 5 minutes to the birth center.

I wanted to quit. I really just wanted to sleep. To breathe. It was like hard physical work, some intense exercise or flanking calves, but no one would give me a break. I wondered why anyone would choose to do that. And the pushing began. Seth drove over the speed bumps faster than normal, but it didn't help.

I was mad at Seth when we entered the birth center parking lot because he didn’t park by the door. He didn’t want to leave the car in the road for the day. He and Mom dragged me in, and yes, I had to stop and push in the parking lot. As we walked in, the midwives and nurses on call were chatting as they changed shifts. I wanted the water, the nitrous oxide, the bed in the birthing room - SOMETHING for relief. They said, “Oh, we’re getting it ready…..” The midwife paused, “You’re pushing, aren’t you?!”

Through my head came all kinds of not nice thoughts. Of course I am! We called you! Help me. Do something! All I said was, “Yes.”

We walked into the birthing room at 1:20 p.m. They asked if I wanted to try the water, birthing in the tub. YES! 

Dad feeds his heifers at night so they’ll calve in the mornings, but he said human babies are always born at night. It wasn’t night. We didn’t bring in the birth bag. Not the essential oils or the snacks.

I flopped down on the bed, thankful to rest, only to be interrupted with a push. The midwife encouraged me to get on my hands and knees on the floor while they were still filling the tub. As Mom supported my arms, I cried, “I can’t do this.”

“You can,” the midwife said. “You are. I see her!” 

“Well then, get her out of there!”

Seth got to see her. Head. Shoulders. Body. And then they were handing me this slick, purple mess even as they dried her off and lifted me to the bed. It was 1:41 p.m. 

I didn’t cry. I smiled. I think. I was in shock and awe. And isn’t it funny how the pain fades and you forget how awful labor was? It was my precious, tiny baby - with a perfect head because she’d come so fast.

Until they said, “Now the placenta has to come.”

I almost wailed in protest. But it wasn’t nearly as bad. Nevertheless, I was still so very thankful that my Jael Alexandria weighed only 6 pounds, 11 ounces (19 inches long). 

I was thankful she nursed well immediately,  and thankful we had those precious hours after birth together as a family. And thankful for the a labor fast enough that my husband feared a roadside birth. (The 8 hours they recorded doesn’t sound that short, but the brevity of the active labor/pushing was fabulous!)

I wonder if my grandmother had good fast birth stories?