There were 2 hours between the moment I realized I was in labor to the moment I got a hold of my partner. He wouldn’t get home for another 45 minutes after that. I threw a couple of towels down on the floor next to my bed and on top of my bed. I hadn’t put the waterproof mattress cover on my bed yet, so the towels would have to do until my partner got back. I could not have put the mattress cover on by myself. I couldn’t do anything but handle the contractions. I couldn’t get myself tea, water, snacks. I kept trying to call my partner, but for some reason he was out of service. I stood, I sat, I showered, I leaned, I barely left the side of my bed.
I finally got a hold of my boyfriend. I told him it was happening. The contractions had not stopped. He said he would stop by the store for newborn supplies and then be on his way home. Thank God! I needed tea so bad and I couldn’t leave my spot in the RV. A lot of things were running through my mind. I wanted to give up. I wanted a c section. It was sooo intense. After all of the studying I had done, after years of preparation, I did not feel prepared. I felt like I couldn’t do it and that I shouldn’t write about free birth anymore. There was no going back. There was nothing I could do. I just had to wait for my partner. I ignored everything that was running through my mind and waited.
He finally arrived. He made me tea. He pealed me an orange. He set up the waterproof mattress cover. I could barely drink and eat, but I did finish both things. I thought that the sustenance would help… it didn’t really. The absolute only thing that helped was my partner. When I said I needed a c section he said no you don’t. I talked to him a lot about birth before the big day. I had told him that when I was in labor I might freak out, but as long as I was able to communicate, eat, and drink by myself everything was going fine and he didn’t need to worry. When I was freaking out he told me to stay calm and that I was doing great. This went on for hours. Me just sitting, standing, wiggling, on my hands and knees, kneeling, trying to get comfortable.
Things were starting to get really really intense. I couldn’t hold back, my hips were thrusting involuntarily towards the end of the contractions and it HURT (hemorrhoids/butt hole hurt like, bad). I was trying to relax and not let my hips do that because I really didn’t like it. I was also grunting a lot through these intense contractions. It hurt a lot and I guess that is just how I was expressing it. Interestingly enough, in reflexology the throat and the cervix are connected. Another interesting point, I did not make these noises 9 years ago when I was at the hospital in labor with my son.
I had no idea how far along I was. I kept checking inside of myself to try and analyze how far along I was. I couldn’t tell at all. It just felt slimy and something was hard. It wasn’t working I needed a c section! My boyfriend was like, no you don’t, I mean really Lexi what are they going to do for you?? I decided that he was probably right and I really didn’t want to get in the car. Then it happened. There was a huge contraction. My boyfriend was laying in bed next to me. I got on top of him and squeezed the shit out of his arm. I’m breaking!! Another huge contraction, a pop, a gush. “Its happening, ” I yelled. I felt inside again. This time it was hard and hairy. Then the baby just came right out.
TO BE CONTINUED