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Emery Mendes Homebirth

Emery
I lay down to take a nap with Arkady around 4 o'clock. While he was sleeping and nursing I felt some fluid and wondered if I could be leaking amniotic fluid. The leaking continued until I was positive it was amniotic fluid. I cherished snuggling with my first born so much as I began to realize that these were are last moments together before another precious child was added to our family.

Emery
I lay down to take a nap with Arkady around 4 o'clock. While he was sleeping and nursing I felt some fluid and wondered if I could be leaking amniotic fluid. The leaking continued until I was positive it was amniotic fluid. I cherished snuggling with my first born so much as I began to realize that these were are last moments together before another precious child was added to our family.

After Arkady woke up we continued to lie in bed and snuggle and talk. I read him Elizabeth Browning’s poem, “How Do I Love Thee” and “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear. Arkady just nuzzled close to me and listened and asked me to re-read both.

I got up around 6pm and started timing my pressure waves. They were not too consistent but were coming between 2 and 4 minutes apart lasting about 50 seconds each. After an hour of timing I called my midwife and doula. Both had gotten a heads up call earlier and were ready to get in the car. Thinking I had ages to go I told them both to leave home in about an hour knowing they had an hour to drive. 

At this point Tony had been home for awhile and was helping me prepare the house for birth as well as helping me with each wave. We’d never gotten around to taking the last series of pregnancy photos so in between waves we finally took those pictures!

As things were progressing I needed Tony’s help more and more. Tony rubbed his hands down my back helping me to visualize the pressure going down and out. He also encouraged me with hypnosis cues and reminders to visualize our baby working with me and coming down.

My pressure waves continued to grow stronger. As the time got closer for everyone to arrive I was beginning to feel anxious. Things were moving much faster than I thought they would. During my Hypnobabies class it was mentioned that there would come a time that a woman in labor would feel like she needed to be where she planned to give birth. I very strongly had that feeling. Around that same time Tony told me he thought he would wait until everyone came to blow up the birthing pool. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “You need to blow it up now. We don’t have time to wait.” I then started to listen to my hypnosis script which helped me so much as I was beginning to get shaky and a bit panicky. Although I was still mostly in denial about how quickly things were moving, some part of me knew that he was coming very soon.

I heard a knock on the door and was relieved that either our doula, Sita, had arrived or our midwife, Debbie. I put my robe on and opened the front door in welcome. You can imagine the shock on both of our faces when instead of an expected guest it was a Boy Scout raising money for his tribe. As a pressure wave started, I quickly interrupted his sales pitch and told him I was in labor and this wasn’t a good time. Poor boy! I doubt he’ll forget that experience!

Everyone arrived all at once and jumped into action. The midwife apprentices began setting up all the equipment and Debbie, my midwife, started monitoring the temperature of the water in the birth pool as it was filling up. 

Debbie listened to the baby's heart tones both during a pressure wave and after and said that everything sounded great. At this point she wanted to check me and get an idea of where I was at.

I was hoping against hope that I was at least 5 cm but thought that could be wishful thinking. I was shocked and very pleased when she said I was a "good eight"! Wahoo!  Debbie said that he was a bit high, but was coming down.

I decided to squat between pressure waves to help bring him down. The squatting quickly brought results as the intensity of the waves continued to increase. After one wave I decided to get into the pool. 

The water felt amazing. I was worried it would slow down my birthing time though. The next two waves did take longer to come but were very productive. After two or three waves I felt an irresistible urge to push and announced it to everyone. Debbie encouraged me to push.

Pushing was so different with this birth! I was able to really listen to my body and push without resorting to purple pushing. I could feel myself stretching and was thankful to be of the mindset that stretching was good and that I wanted to allow time to stretch and not tear. I kept focusing on a mental image of a sheila-na-gig which came to me in the moment and really inspired me.

I reached down and felt his head was so close to coming out. At this point I yelled out, “He’s coming! Get Arkady!". I didn't want Arkady to miss this life-changing moment. When Arkady walked into the room I could tell he was worried and nervous. I was able to reach way down in myself to a place of calm, stop the deep “Ahhhh” vocalization, smile and say, “It’s okay honey. The baby is coming!” I was so thankful that Arkady and I had talked a lot about the sounds ladies make to help babies come out. We often practiced the noises together. As soon as I reassured him, his face relaxed and he went to the other end of the pool to witness the birth (I was on hands and knees).

In no time at all Debbie was telling me that after the next push she wanted me to slow down and give a little push, breathe, and give another little push. I honestly thought she was jumping the gun a bit because I knew it would takes ages to get his head out like it did with my first birth. She was right though! His head was out with the next push and sure enough it was time for the shoulders to be eased out. 

I followed her lead and followed my body's innate wisdom and in no time he was completely out. I pushed him out on my hands and knees so I reached around in the water and pulled him up. He quickly took a breath and started life on the outside.

He is so small and amazing and beautiful. He weighed 7lb 3oz and was 20.1 inches long. Much smaller than his 9lb 5oz brother! We might actually get use out of those 0-3 month clothes this time. 

He is nursing like a champ and is already the apple of his big brother's eye. 

We named him Emery Mendes. His middle name is my grandfather's name. My grandfather was such a special man and is sorely missed. He passed away in December while this little one was still growing in my belly. 

Emery was born at 9:27pm on March 27th, 2009. I was 38 weeks and 6 days along.