I had the honor of attending the planned home birth of a friend and
coworker's first baby this week and this is their story.
I have worked with Steph for about a year and a half and was
honored when her and her husband asked me to be their doula. It was pretty cool to be able to watch her
baby belly grow day by day. Steph was
thrilled to be pregnant but more than a little anxious about the birth and how
she would manage. Her friends and family joked that she was a bit of a drama
queen and not great at handling pain but my gut told me she would be just fine
when it came time.
Fast forward to the week of her “due date” (truly much more
of a guess date). Steph was cranky and
frustrated to still be pregnant, her midwife appointments were a bit
disappointing as nothing much seemed to be happening. We chatted lots over the
phone and via text and then on Sunday, Mother’s Day it was starting to sound
like things where changing, she was feeling crampy and unsettled, all great
signs that baby was getting ready for the main event. I spent Sunday evening getting things ready
on my end and waiting for the call. It came around 11pm and I arrived at Steph’s
house shortly after midnight.
Steph was contracting on a regular basis and coping
perfectly, things weren’t that intense yet and we just kind of hung out chatting
between contractions and puttering around.
Around 2am things started to pick up and the smile had officially been
wiped off her face, we called Kim (her fabulous midwife) to check in and give
her an update. Kim’s instructions were to carry on as we were. A couple hours
later the intensity of the contractions had picked up and Steph was starting to
get a little bit panicked, not sure if she could do this and not sure if she
wanted to do this. We called Kim again
and she suggested getting Steph into the pool and let us know she was heading
out to join in the fun. Kim arrived and
assessed Steph’s progress, assured her that things were moving along and advised
to stay the course and to not get discouraged. We got Steph into the pool and very
quickly she found her groove with her labour.
Being in the water had almost magical powers for Steph and she was able
to handle each contraction beautifully. A couple more hours passed and at about
630am, I let Kim know it was probably time for her to come back.
Steph was in and out of the pool throughout the morning,
more in than out as the pool really seemed to bring her the comfort she needed
to power through her labour. She was working so hard yet seemed to calm. Her strength and perseverance was amazing. By 11am Steph was fully dilated and ready to
start pushing.
Steph pushed with everything she had for just over 2 hours
but baby was not budging. This baby was quite happy right where she was and wasn’t
making any sudden movements towards the exit! After the 2 hour mark Kim made
the suggestion to move the party to the hospital. Mom and baby were both doing fine and were in
no danger but it was better to be safe and an ambulance was called to make for
a safe and comfy trip for Steph.
The decision to transport to the hospital is a little bit
scary but Steph and James just rolled with it. There was a flurry of activity
as we packed everything up and got Steph ready go. She walked out to meet the
ambulance and was whisked away. Once they
reached the hospital Steph was assessed again and we learned that baby had
actually move back up and away from the exit! She was not going out on her own
and the decision was made to do a c-section.
Steph showed no signs of fear, she was just ready to meet her baby girl.
They took them off to the OR and about half an hour later,
Maya Marie Albrecht was born and she was pissed! A pouty mouth, a furrowed brow
and an amazing set of lungs letting the world know she was not happy about her
eviction! As soon as was possible she
was tucked in, skin to skin with her mom and was as happy as could be.
Steph was amazing from start to finish, no drama, tough as
nails and fierce. Her baby needed her
mama to dig in and get through a long labour and that is exactly what her mama
did. James was incredible, at no point
did he look like the usual deer in headlights dad to be, he was on his toes the
entire time, right there for whatever Steph needed (even at the cost of almost
all the hair on the backs of his legs). If how they got through labour together
is any indication of how they will parent together this baby girl is one lucky
kid.
This not so little girl weighed in at 9lbs 7oz and almost
22inches long! She is gorgeous with lots of dark hair and she has completely stolen
her daddy’s heart. He told me he wasn’t prepared
to be so in love with her so instantly.
Welcome to the world baby girl!
Beautifully written. A great story about a strong mother, a supportive doula, mid-wife and husband.
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