My Birth Story by Coach Kelly
I promised this a long time ago, but surprisingly (hah) an infant takes up a lot of your attention and time. As we are approaching Evelyn’s first birthday, I have been reflecting a lot on my birth experience. It was the complete opposite experience from my birth plan, but was absolutely perfect and beautiful and I would not change anything.
My last blog post was a few days short of Evelyn’s due date. Little did I know then that it would be another 12 days before I met her! If you have ever heard of any method to bring about labor, I tried it (spicy foods, evening primrose oil, labor tincture, essential oils, exercise, etc). I had contractions intermittently but none ever turned into labor.
When Evelyn’s due date came and went, I had another ultrasound that showed her amniotic fluid was low. Not drastically low so that she had to come right away, but low enough that it was concerning to wait much longer for her to come on her own. We scheduled an induction (my biggest fear) for 7/25 and did the “midwife induction” over the weekend. This means that starting on Friday, I met with the midwife who stripped my membranes (NOT super fun – guys, you have NO idea). I was 2 cm dilated and so ready for our girl to get here.
I did lots of evening primrose, drank herbal teas and a few other items that were recommended to start labor. I had contractions all night but no labor. Saturday, we went back and more ripping (I mean, stripping) of the membranes occurred and I was 3 cm dilated! Progress! I continued the recommendations and then Sunday was told to drink castor oil. This was the midwife equivalent of pitocin to induce labor.
Chad made me a disgusting cocktail of slushy ice, orange juice and castor oil. He’s normally an amazing bartender and has never served me a lousy drink… until then. It tasted like drinking melted crayons. Not too long after I was horribly nauseous, sweating and vomiting. No contractions, no labor. Just really really sick. I was so disappointed. I probably cried. I was so physically and emotionally exhausted from anticipating Evelyn’s arrival for almost 2 weeks and then this.
I tried to rest and get good sleep but I couldn’t really. I woke up Monday morning nervous about going to the hospital to be induced. This was my biggest fear: an induction. Pitocin meant painful contractions and remember, I was trying to do this naturally. Chad was upbeat and positive, reassuring as always, as we headed to the hospital…
Tune in Monday for Part 2!