I’ve found the post that pushed me over the edge into paid membership. I’m a newborn Doper!
This is a subject I’m pretty passionate about, mostly because I feel that too many people are unaware that there are choices available. I’m glad for you that you’ve approached the issue of a birth caregiver with an open mind! So many people assume that you must have a baby in a hospital with a doctor. Period. Or people assume that this is the only safe way to birth a baby, which statistics show is not true. (I could dig up cites if you really want, but they’re easy to find)
I have had two babies since 2004. Both births were attended by certified nurse midwives in a freestanding birth center in Pittsburgh. I loved both pregnancies and births - they were real peak experiences - and I attribute much of my positive feelings to the care I received.
I was between OBs when I became pregnant with my first daughter. After much reading, I realized how medicalized normal, healthy births can get. I’ve encountered my share of dismissive doctors who treat the patient like a number at best. I knew good OBs were out there, but I didn’t have time to go about finding one. I’ve also heard plenty of stories of doctors that tell the patient what they want to hear regarding things like natural birth support and episiotomies and then go ahead and do what they want instead.
My reading up on pregnancy gave me a strong desire to have minimal interventions in birth. I wanted to move around. I didn’t want food restrictions or “just in case” i.v.s. I wanted a good chance to not need or want an epidural, and had faith in my body’s ability to give birth without me or anyone else tinkering with the process any more than strictly necessary. I decided that midwives would be my best chance at feeling like a respected person instead of patient #3694.
I was right. With the first pregnancy our first appointment with the CNM made my husband’s initial skepticism disappear. It took about 7 months for him to be comfortable with the idea of a birth center birth (my midwives also have hospital priveleges and in a normal, healthy pregnancy the client gets to chose whichever she is comfortable with). I’m pretty certain my mother-in-law is still convinced I’m insane, but is too polite to say so. Every prenatal appointment gave me ample time to ask any questions. I never felt rushed or pushed into anything. The routine bloodwork and standard tests were all done, same as if I had gone to an OB. We declined the triple screen, but did have ultrasounds done. A thorough class that had a natural slant to it was mandatory for clients that wanted to birth at the center. As my due date approached, I felt calm and excited and capable.
Then I had the 54hr labor from hell. (this story to clarify for those wondering how a person copes with such a thing)
I started having contractions New Year’s Day. They were easy and 10 minutes apart. I timed them and walked the neighborhood. I called the midwife for a heads-up. The rule of thumb we had been given in class was to call when they were 5 minutes apart for over an hour, which I did. I went in for an evaluation and found out I was only 2cm dillated. I was sent back home with a scrip for Ambien and managed to get 6hrs sleep that night although the contractions were still 5-10 minutes apart. The second day was uglier. I couldn’t relax through the contractions anymore. I was miserable. They were still coming every 5 minutes. I went in to be evaluated and was still only 2cm. We scheduled an induction - I was to go to the hospital the following night. There went my hopes of being in the birth center, of not having pitocin, and I figured if I had pitocin there was no way I’d make it without the epidural. That night I took an Ambien, but woke 2hrs later at midnight, yelling through the contractions. By 4:30 in the morning I decided that I would like to be knocked unconscious with a bat, or maybe to have an epidural, and had my husband phone the midwife as I could no longer talk. She suggested we meet her at the birth center for a check. I figured it was a waste of time because I was convinced I was still at 2cm, but decided to humor her.
I was dillated to 9.5cm and had started pushing involuntarily by the time we got to the center 20 minutes later. I was thrilled! Gone was my wish for sedation by bludeoning - the end was in sight! I labored in the jacuzzi tub for a bit, and pushed for a very long time. The midwife and nurse were there the whole time, helping when needed, and backing away when we wanted space. My daughter was born in a quiet, beautiful room in a big four-poster bed with my husband beside me. She was placed immediately on my stomach and we were never separated for a moment. After we were all cleaned up, the midwife tucked the three of us into bed and brought us waffles and juice, then left us alone to bond for a bit with the lights dimmed. It was very cozy. They made sure the baby and I were fine by monitoring us for about 7hrs, and we were home in time for dinner. A nurse came out to our house to check on us the next day.
The second birth was even easier, and only 14hrs. The baby was 9 days late, but rather than push an induction, the midwives ordered a non-stress test which she passed with flying colors. Contractions started gently in the morning, got heavy at lunch time, we went to the birth center around 1:30 and I was at 6cm. I hung out in the tub again, part of the time with my belly in the water and an ice pack on my back to try to turn the baby as I was having back labor. The midwife and a nurse were there the whole time, supporting, suggesting, and I was able to make small talk between contractions until transition hit. After only 20 minutes of pushing, my second daughter was born in the same big bed, with the same cozy family time after (only this time we had eggs and English Muffins, and only got one fork so my husband had to feed me). Daughter #2 was born at 6:19 p.m. and we were home in time for the Late Show at 11:30.
I suppose I’ve written a book for my first “real” post, but my point is that I never felt marginalized or condescended to. All decisions were made together as a team, with my full informed consent. With the first baby, I was allowed to labor naturally (by choice) at a time when I believe many doctors would have had me on a pitocin drip by day two. The midwife had a whole bag of tricks for easing back labor with the second baby, and was there with me to suggest them. We never felt that we needed to advocate for ourselves against something we didn’t agree with. My recoveries were short and sweet. The lack of poking and prodding and hospital food was lovely. The positive nature of the prenatal care gave me every confidence that I could have a natural birth and that it could be a beautiful thing. It was.
Birth doesn’t have to be some horrendous ordeal. I’m not going to say it was simple or painless, but it was probably the most powerful thing I’ve ever experienced. I thank my midwives for allowing it to be so, rather than make it into a medical emergency.