I have been meaning to update our blog with the story of Alden's birth. Well, here we are a month later and I have finally remembered AND found time to write. (I think... I hear Alden through the monitor right now...)
On Saturday evening (24 Jan) I started getting contractions that were just a little bit tighter than usual. I had been experiencing contractions for a solid month by this point, so it wasn't anything unusual for me. I started measuring them and realized they were 5 minutes apart and lasting about a minute each. I took a nap on the couch and woke up still experiencing them. David and I crawled into bed at 11:30pm, but my brain wouldn't let me sleep. My mind was all over the place, so I figured it was time to pack up and go to Yui Clinic. We called our translator, Asako, and our doula, Sarah, then headed to the clinic.
By 1am we were comfortably settled in our L&D room. The room was simple: a tatami mattress (think of a futon mattress sitting on the floor), a yoga ball, a stool, and a bathroom with toilet and tub. I spent the first part of labor breathing through my growing contractions while everyone else sat around in waiting. By 6:30am, my contractions grew very mild as if labor was coming to a stand-still. I was worried that this activity had been false labor, but I was determined that I would be going home with a baby in tow. So we waited. David slept behind me, my doula slept in the corner, and my translator slept in a neighboring room. Nurses poked in to measure fetal heart rate and uterine contractions and the Mama san brought tea, smoothies, and other snacks for me to munch while I had free time.
By 9:30 or 10am, my contractions came back in full swing. I had the uterine contractions that were pretty fierce, but this round of labor brought a hurricane force that I wasn't expecting: back labor. Back labor is when every muscle in my lower back and around my hip-girdle tensed to its fullest extent whenever I had a uterine contraction. Let me just say that the uterine contractions were intense, but I could have breathed through those and achieved a calmer birth than what I ended up having with back labor. Still, I attempted to breathe and visualize my cervix opening the way I practiced for so many months. I spent time in the tub to relieve some of the pressure, which definitely helped! Also, our midwife, Humiye, did some pretty earthy/spiritual things that I thought were neat: she brought us a quartz crystal to keep in the room to help with labor, gave me sugar with special properties to speed up labor and to give me energy, and she cleaned my aura. One of the best parts of that horrible back labor was having two massage therapists there, working on my legs and feet to distract me from the intensity of my contractions.
I was progressing very slowly and the doula kept suggesting that I stand up to help the baby move down through the birth canal. I was so exhausted that I really couldn't even hold my own weight, much less stand or walk for minutes at a time. So I kept laboring in the tub or on the mattress. Finally, by hour 19 I went absolutely crazy and started shouting that people were lying to me. I was NOT dilating and my baby was STUCK. I needed a C-section to get him out! My doula attempted to keep me calm and remind me of my birth plan, but poor David wasn't convinced... he heard my plea and asked for the OB, Dr. Fumi, to be called in. The Japanese ladies in the room were all chatting at each other that I had reached the swell of the tsunami. They said they knew that I was going crazy because it was time for the baby to make his appearance.
I started feeling the urge to poop and my brain latched onto that idea: it's the poop's fault! If I get this poop out of me, my baby will finally start working his way down! DUH!! In the meantime, a midwife checked my dilation and said I was only 8-9cm... but my body was starting to push the baby out. I was told to breathe deeply and don't push yet, but I wasn't pushing! My body was - not me! I was kneeling on the mattress with a doula digging her hands in one hip, my translator digging into the other hip, and David supporting me in the front. With a mysterious feat of strength, I threw everyone off of me and declared, "I HAVE TO POOP!" I marched right into that bathroom and sat on the toilet with fervor, grabbed David's hands, stared straight into his eyes, and my body pushed. After 30 seconds or so, I felt the baby's head crowning. Everything came to a crashing halt in my mind and I sighed, "Baby's coming!"
Everyone in the room snapped to attention and I was told to get back on the mattress. I assumed the same position we had been in - David squatting in front of me, and me kneeling on the mattress with my hands around his neck for support. Dr Fumi had just arrived ...and just in time! The head came out nice and slowly, and I was told to pause and breathe so the doctor could check him. A few seconds later, I was told I could resume letting my baby work his way out. With one push, he literally fell out of me. And BOOM! Just like that, we had a baby.
Alden was very attentive and alert as soon as he was born. It was magical! I loved the way we chose to have birth, I love Yui Clinic, I adore the staff and support team I had with me, and I would do it all over again (minus the back labor).