I’d like to introduce you all to miss Leona Blake! She made quite the entrance.
Our planned natural hospital birth quickly turned into an unplanned, unassisted home birth.
I woke up around 730am yesterday morning after a night of on and off back pain. I had a couple mild contractions while I drank my coffee, and was super excited that I was finally having some labor signs! They weren’t strong at all, or consistent, so I went about my day as normal. We went to the mall around noon to walk around to see if things would pick up. The contractions got *slightly* stronger, but still nothing I was concerned about. We went home to watch the Patriots game, and the contractions were still super irregular. I was in contact with my doula all day to let her know what was going on, but I still didn’t think anything was really going on. Around 4pm, we went for another walk around the neighborhood, because the contractions were coming more frequently, but still not regular. I started cooking dinner around 5pm, and things REALLY picked up. I started having to sway through the contractions and they were coming about 6-8 min apart. Around 6pm, I told my parents to come by the house to watch our older kids so we could leave when we were ready. This is where my time gets fuzzy.
I started packing up our final hospital items and getting my kids ready for bed/school. Around 630-645ish, I had to start vocalizing through the contractions. My dad still hasn’t arrived, and I was freaking out. I called him and he said he was still about 20min away… which I was so confused by because it’s only a 30-40min drive! My doula was also on her way at this point. My mom called me at 7pm, and I had to put her on mute to get through a contraction. Our phone call started and ended with a really strong contraction, and we were only on the phone maybe 5 minutes. At this point, my contractions were consistently coming 2-3min apart. My next couple contractions were STRONG. And I knew we needed to leave, or we weren’t gonna make it… but my dad still hadn’t arrived. On my next contraction, I told my husband I felt like I needed to push. He made the executive decision to call 911. I texted my doula to tell her, and the last thing I remember before things got REALLY intense was receiving a text message from her, reminding me to keep my breathing in check, and breathe like I was blowing out birthday candles.
At this point, I knew she was coming in the house. It was just way too intense, and I was unwillingly bearing down with every contraction. I went into the bathroom (our half bath, which is literally the smallest room in the house), because all I could think of was all the stories about people giving birth on their toilet 😂 I put my hands in my vagina, and felt her head right at my cervix. The toilet was NOT comfortable, so I ended up on all fours. I know my kids came to the bathroom to see if I was okay and to try and help (with their hands over their ears because I was quite loud lol), but I can’t remember where in the timeline that falls. A single police officer showed up, and her head was halfway out. He told me not to push until the paramedics showed up… I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Next thing I knew, this tiny area of my house was FULL of people. Like, 8-10 first responders in this teeny tiny area. Her shoulders came out on the next contraction, and the placenta came out a few minutes after that. We were transported to the hospital, and are both doing well!
Leona was born at 7:11pm, at 40+5 weeks. She weighs 7lb8oz and is 20" long. She is nursing like a pro! Things definitely did not go according to plan, but I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. ❤️
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