10 weeks later and I’ve finally got around to posting Deacon’s birth story! You can read Darby’s birth story here.
For the week before Deacon’s birth I was having contractions every evening from about 5-11pm lasting 30-45 seconds 15 minutes apart. Every night they got more intense, and every night I went to bed thinking that this was the night I would give birth, so every morning I was disappointed when I woke up and there was still no baby. It was really tough. I purposefully didn’t let anyone know that I was having contractions all week because I was already having such a hard time with people constantly asking me if I’d had the baby yet!
On the morning of the 26th at 4 am I woke up having contractions about 10 minutes apart lasting about 40 seconds, I tried to sleep as much as I could knowing that if this was the day that I was going to have my baby I would need lots of energy! At 7 am they started to space out and by 8 am the contractions stopped again…all the starting and stopping was exhausting for me. I continued on with my day and at 1.30pm the contractions started again. At this point I didn’t want to get my hopes up anymore so I just ignored them, I knew that they were getting more intense but since there was no defining pattern (some were 15 mins apart, some were 7 mins apart lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to 1 minute) I tried to not pay much attention to them. Gabriel took Gracen to swim at his uncles house and I decided to take a nap.
When I couldn’t sleep through the contractions anymore I decided to text Gabriel and my midwife…”I haven’t really been able to rest. The last hours they’ve been averaging 1 min long every 7-10 mins, I had one 20 minute break that I could rest but I’m really starting to have to focus through them”.
At this point I was so nervous that the contractions would just stop again (like they had so many times before) that I kept telling myself “if I have 3 more intense contractions I’m going to tell Gabriel to come home”…and they did, so I did
When he arrived at the house, he called my midwife (who was already loading up her car) and told her she should come. He asked me if I wanted him to fill up the birth pool and I told him no. I had another intense contraction and remembered that it took 45 mins to fill up the birth pool so I decided he should start filling it just in case. This whole time I was thinking “Amy is going to get here and I’m going to be at like 5 centimeters but I’m really gonna hope that I’m at a 7″. The wonderful thing about natural childbirth (versus pitocin induced) is that in between contractions you feel like you get a break. With both Darby’s birth and this birth I was always surprised when I looked at my timer because even though a contraction would be 1 minute long it wouldn’t feel that long and even though the space between was like 30 seconds it would feel like minutes. I actually felt like I got to gather my strength in between contractions.
I knew that the contractions were starting to have a pattern 30 seconds mild contraction, 30 seconds intense, 30 seconds mild, 30 seconds break so I knew he was getting close. This was at 4:20 pm. At this point I tried many things and couldn’t get comfortable. Sitting on the birthing ball, sitting on the toilet, I even ended up laying on the bathroom floor with my face over the ac vent with cold air blowing on me! The only position that felt any kind of comfort for leaning over the counter, so I made my way to the kitchen to be with Gabriel.
I started to freak out a little at this point, wondering how much more I could take and hoping that when Amy got here I wouldn’t have to much time to go.
Then Amy walked through the door. She put some counter pressure on my back and immediately my water broke the same way it did with Darby, a huge gush. I was completely in shock at this point. I knew this meant that he was coming soon and I couldn’t believe that it was already time! I started to say “Amy I am not doing good. I can’t do this” (I should’ve know that I was in transition at this point!). All I remember is Amy saying “Debbie, let me have your eyes, look at me” and when I looked at her she said “you can do this”.
4:57 pm was the last contraction that I timed right when Amy walked through the door. Soon after my water broke I started to get on all fours. This was one of the positions that I always said I would never give birth in, but I just found myself going there and at that time I didn’t have time to think about anything. I knew Deacon was coming right now. Amy ran to go get supplies and I started saying “I guess I’m not getting in the pool this time either!”. She had Gabriel come over and join me on the kitchen floor and I rested my head in his lap.
I had read Hynobirthing during this last pregnancy and one of the things I took away from this was “breathing the baby out” instead of pushing to prevent tearing. So this is what I did. I focused on not forcing my body to push but just letting it happen. Once his head and shoulders were out Amy actually asked me to push because he was stuck at his belly. He was so much bigger than my other two!
At 5:06 pm Deacon Levi entered the world on my kitchen floor weighing 7 pounds 12 ounces and 22 inches long. 9 minutes after my midwife arrived! I cannot thank Amy Cefalo of Natural State Midwife for all of her support pre and post natal. And of course my amazing husband for all of his support not only during my labor but during our difficult transition as a family of 5.