Doulas
Classes
Lactation
Home
Resources
About Us
 
Unassisted Birth Stories
Please click on a story below to read it.  If you'd like to share your story, please email it to us.
 
Grace's Birth

by Laura Fields
Author's Note:
I realize that homebirth and unassisted birth are not for everyone.  It is never my goal, in my classes or in my life, to convince other people that "my" way is the only way.  My only goal as a childbirth educator is to help women make their own informed choices about their pregnancies and births, whether that means a homebirth with a midwife, a hospital birth with an epidural, a natural hospital birth, or an unassisted birth.

This Pregnancy: The First Twenty Weeks 
Between Maddie's birth and this pregnancy, I learned a lot.  I'm a childbirth educator and have worked as a doula.  I've read piles on childbirth and have gone through three different professional training workshops.  I attended 2 homebirths as a doula, and 4 hospital births.  By the time I got pregnant with this baby, there was no doubt I was having a homebirth.  The idea of going back to the hospital to have a baby seemed too risky to me. 

I hired the midwife who was present at the two homebirths I attended.  She was very hands-off at those births and I was extremely impressed by her.  I knew there was no other attendant I could feel at ease with.  I told her that I'd be calling her late in labor, and that I'd rather her not make it on time than get there too early and risk "performance anxiety" slowing my labor.  As the pregnancy went on, I realized that deep down, I didn't expect to call her at all.

In my first 20 weeks, I had two prenatal visits.  I had no blood work, no gestational diabetes test, no genetic screening, no ultrasounds, not even listening to the baby with a Doppler (which exposes the baby to ultrasound).  After 20 weeks I was able to find the heartbeat myself with a fetoscope.  I would not be having a group B strep test, checking my fluid levels with ultrasound, fretting about the baby's size.  I was just enjoying my pregnancy and it was truly wonderful.

Unassisted Birth: My Psychological & Emotional Journey
When I was late in my pregnancy with Maddie, around 37 weeks I believe, the midwife said that they liked to induce at 41 weeks.  This was totally unacceptable to me.  I don't believe in evicting babies before they're ready based on a date that should really be +/- at least 2 weeks.  The risks associated with induction were beyond what I was willing to accept without a true medical reason.  Needless to say, I started to feel a lot of stress over this impending fight, were I to go past 41 weeks (I actually went to 41 weeks, 4 days).  My precious husband said, "Don't worry about it-if they try to force an induction we'll just stay home and do it ourselves.

And there, the idea of unassisted homebirth was born.  It's interesting to me that so many women who want homebirths-assisted or unassisted-are thwarted by scared spouses, and the whole idea of unassisted birth came through my husband.  Staying home without a midwife had never even occurred to me.  But suddenly it became our back up plan, and I started to think about how great an experience it would be.

In the end, the midwives didn't pressure me into an induction and I stuck with my hospital plan.  When Maddie was just a baby, I got a copy of Unassisted Childbirth by Laura Shanley from the library.  It was so fascinating.  Her way of giving birth felt very right (I later read The Power of Pleasurable Childbirth by Laurie Morgan, which really appealed to my practical nature).

Around 18 weeks I realized I wasn't going to call the midwife, and knew I needed to talk to her.  I gave myself a couple of weeks to think it over, then called her around 20 weeks.  She was very supportive of my decision, willing to be there for me if I needed her. 

I continued my pregnancy with no problems, and no stress.  Once I decided officially on an unassisted birth, it's like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.  I knew it was right for me.  I told very few people in my real life, because I didn't want to deal with negativity, and I also didn't want to cause unnecessary stress for my family.  Most people in our culture don't really believe birth is safe, and I didn't want people worrying about the baby and me.  I wasn't worried-why should they be?

The Birth of Grace Alexandra
I'd been having contractions for weeks, real ones as well as Braxton-Hicks.  On the night of September 9, I tried to go to bed around 9.  Contractions were 15-20 minutes apart, and I wanted to sleep between them.  They were really strong, and I'd wake up right at the peak and unable to stay on top of them.  Around 10:30 I tried propping myself up in bed because lying down was making them worse, but even with that the waking up at the peak was too much.  Around 11:15 I went out in the living room with Chad. We put in a Friends DVD and hung out for about 45 minutes.  As soon as I was in the living room, contractions jumped to 5-7 minutes apart.

Around midnight I really wanted to get in the birth pool, but was thinking it was really too early.  I decided I didn't care-the water was calling me.  Chad tried to convince me just to take a bath in the tub first, to see if it really was labor this time.  I said no.  I knew this was it.  He filled the tub and I got in.  It was heavenly!

We put Friends on the computer and we actually watched it right up until transition.  The water got my contractions closer together, not further apart.  They were 3-4 minutes apart almost as soon as I got in, then 2-3 minutes.  The DVD player shut down and I told Chad to leave it off.  I remember sitting in the warm water, with the windows open.  It felt so good, and I could hear the crickets chirping outside, and thinking, "This is the way to do this.  I don't want to be anywhere else." 

Transition was intense and painful but less confusing and scary than it was with Maddie, by far.  I never felt out of it or confused like I did with her birth.  Soon it felt better to bear down than to relax, and Chad thought I still hadn't gone through transition but I was already pushing!  He was blown away to realize how quickly things were going-he'd hardly had to do any work yet.


My water hadn't broken yet, after quite a few pushing contractions, but I could feel her head right there.  I allowed the overwhelming urge to take over at first, then forced myself to breathe through and slow down, with Chad's help.  I felt her head trying to come out but the bag of waters was still there.  I thought, I wonder if my short, bitten nail could break the thing.  I touched it, barely, and it popped.  Then I could feel hair and that was all the encouragement I needed.  I wish I could describe what the rest of the birth was like but I don't really have the words.  To know that we were doing this, totally our way and that it was going so quickly and smoothly, was just really amazing.  Chad and I just looked at each other in awe of what was happening.  We felt completely connected to each other, to the baby, and to the entire process as it unfolded exactly the way it was meant to.

Chad couldn't believe how far along I was already.  He thought we'd have hours left.  I pushed, gently, through crowning, which took several contractions.  I did my own perineal support and could tell exactly where I needed to put pressure to keep from tearing.  Crowning was intense but so cool!  I could feel the baby trying to help me, pushing with her feet and trying to get out too.  Her head and body came out in one contraction, and Chad said "Reach down!"  I caught her myself, and pulled her up to me.  The cord was around her neck but she was already crying and breathing just fine.  I unwound it, and she nursed within about 3 minutes.  It was so incredible! 

I thought the whole pregnancy that I was having a boy, so it was a little surprising to find out she was a girl!  But I knew before she was even out-I changed from "he" to "she" unconsciously-I remember saying to Chad, "The cord is around her neck." 

The water was a little cool so we got out pretty soon.  I sat down on some towels on the floor, and plop!  Out came the placenta.  That was easy!  I bled less than I did with Maddie and was much less sore.  I didn't tear, except for a little skidmark I couldn't even see (but could feel when I used the bathroom for about the first day).  She was born around 3:23 am, after just about 4 hours of active labor.  We didn't check the time right away but that's pretty close.  We called all the people who wanted late-night calls, and Chad's mom came over for a little while to meet her.  She went home and we went to bed for a couple of hours.  It was so nice to be finished with birthing, take a shower in my own shower, then cuddle up in our own bed.  Maddie slept through the whole thing, and in the morning she was SO excited to meet her little sister!

We had lots of visitors our first day with her, and that was nice too-no cooking and everybody
 brought me stuff!  We weighed her Sunday afternoon, and she was 8 pounds, 1 ounce.  We also finally came up with her name, Grace Alexandra.  My recovery with Maddie amazed everyone I knew, but this recovery was insanely easy.  I was out shopping with Chad and my 2 girls on Tuesday (she was born Sunday morning).  I wasn't sore after the first day postpartum, and my milk came in in under two days.  That took 5-6 days with Maddie, and I'm 100% convinced it was the interruption in our home life that caused the delay.


Having just Chad and me present for the birth is the best thing we've ever done.  I wasn't at all afraid-I just knew everything was fine.  We were the only people there when she was conceived, and it felt absolutely 100% right that we were the only people there when she was born.  I was able to listen to my body completely, without anyone to depend on but myself and Chad.  Chad was wonderful-he helped me remember not to push too hard, and he was my anchor during transition and pushing both physically and emotionally.  Her birth was intense, sometimes painful, very hard work…but definitely one of the most incredible things I've ever experienced.







Grace's Birth Brianna Elizabeth's Birth Three Unassisted Births
Births of Keric & Sean Addison's Birth Ava's Birth, by mom & dad
     
     
 
Addison's Birth
On March 10th I went into labor with Addison, being technically one week past her “due” date of March 3rd. The day was pretty normal, just me and Haden hanging out while Daddy was at work. We did a lot of dancing that day, which was lots of fun because Haden likes to try and mimic the break dancing that he has seem the lion on Madagascar do. In the afternoon we laid down to watch a movie and take a nap. When I woke up from my nap I was having a contraction. This was at 4:20 in the afternoon. I didn’t really pay it much mind because I’ve been having contractions here and there for the past few weeks.

I decided to get up and start working on making dinner, which was a big pot of homemade minestrone soup. I turned back on the radio. Throughout making my dinner the contractions kept coming, seemed like about every 5 minutes or so. I never did time any of them though so I’m just guessing. I just danced during them, trying not to pay to much attention because I wasn’t really sure I was even in labor. At some point Haden woke up and was hanging out with me while I cooked. Then Michael called to say he was on his way home. I told him then that I didn’t want him to get too excited but I thought that I might be in labor.

Michael got home at around 6 and we all sat down and ate. They were still coming what seemed like every few minutes and Michael was sure I was in labor but I still wasn’t convinced. He decided to go to the chiropractor as he had originally planned, so he left and I started cleaning up from dinner and straightening up the house. At some point after he left, they started to get stronger. I decided to call him to see how much longer he would be, I wanted him home with me. He told me I should call my mom to come and pick Haden up, which I decided to do even though at that point I still had my doubts about it being the real deal. After that I didn’t really like doing anything else around the house. They got to the point where I didn’t want to be upright during them anymore, so every time I had one, I would get down onto my hands and knees. Haden kept trying to comfort me during them by giving me hugs and telling me it was going to be okay. He’s such a sweet boy.

Michael got back, saw me and starting pulling out the birth pool and blowing it up. Not long after that my mom showed up to get Haden. They were already a little bit stronger then and I wanted to be more vocal during them. My mom and Haden left and after that, things seemed to speed up. I went into the bedroom and kept getting on the bed on hands and knees for them. Then I made a pallet with pillows to lean on. They kept getting more intense and I kept getting more vocal, moaning through them. Michael started taking breaks from trying to get everything set up so that he could be with me during the contractions. He turned on some music for me (Enya & Enigma) and started burning some essential oils, setting the mood. ;) It was really nice and helped me start relaxing some.

Contractions were very intense and I remember Michael being behind me with his pelvis pressed into my butt while he leaned over me and wrapped his arms around me. So he could hold my belly, where all the tension was during contraction and he would help me sway my hips back and forth and talk me through it. It felt like a cross between dancing and making love and I remember thinking how sexual it felt. In between contractions I think I joked that if we had been in a hospital right then, that we probably would have given some of the staff a heart attach. lol Then again if we had been in a hospital we probably never would have been doing that in the first place.

After a bit I told Michael I had to have the water. I just knew I needed to be there because nothing else was going to make me feel better. So he worked on filling the tub up for me and as soon as it was full enough for me I hopped in. As soon as I hit the water, I felt relieved. Just… more right. I think I told Michael that women having babies were meant to be in the water. I remember thinking that I didn’t know how women could give birth unmediated without water, even though I have seen many of them do it. Things picked up even more once I was in the water, to the point were I thought that pain was way more than what I had expected and I thought I must be insane. Why didn’t I just go to the hospital for an epidural like everyone else? I could be laid back feeling nothing… which at that moment sounded like a good thing. lol

In between contractions Michael was rubbing my hair and giving me soft kisses on my face. It was so relaxing, in between the contractions I could almost completely forget that I was in labor at all, I was like mush but then I would get slammed again. The sensations were so extreme, it felt like a life force trying to split me apart. I kept thinking that if I weren’t closer to the end that I didn’t know if I would make it. During one contraction Michael leaned down and kissed and nibbled on my ear and my neck and the contraction was like an explosion going through my body. I remember fussing at him, accusing him of making them stronger. lol It was so strong it made me nauseous and when it was over I told Michael that I was going to throw up, to get me a bowl. And I did. Up came my homemade minestrone soup. Eww.

The taste in my mouth was so gross that I forced myself to get out of the pool to go brush my teeth because I knew the taste was going to be too distracting. I had a couple of really sucky contractions in the bathroom and hurried back to the pool as quick as I could. After that they only got more intense. I wanted to cry and give up. I kept telling Michael that I couldn’t do it anymore and he would tell me I could… and I knew that I could. There was so much pressure and I just wanted to fight against it. I said out loud that I needed to quit fighting it. So I tried to keep my body as loose as was possible and just kept going. The pressure was finally so much that I had to do something about it and so I pushed without ever actually consciously deciding too. And it felt good! Well, compared to what it felt like before. lol

When I told Michael he said that if it felt good I should keep pushing during them and just listen to my body. The “mind” of me was debating in my head about this, thinking that I hadn’t been in labor very long and that if I wasn’t dilated all the way pushing against my cervix would be bad. I decided to get out of my head and listen to my body… and Michael and pushed during the contractions. I think I pushed during 2 more and then I felt her. I put my finger inside me and I could feel her head! My bag hadn’t broke so I could feel that and water moving back and forth as I moved my fingers and when I pressed harder I could feel the firmness of her head. I was so excited. I told Michael it would be very cool is she was born in the caul but during the next contraction the bag broke as I was pushing. Michael has that contraction on video and when it happened I said “I broke”. lol

My excitement was short lived though because the contraction after that, I pushed and it brought her right down to crowning. There was no one step forward, 2 steps back. Her head was pushing on my tissues with such a force that it was almost unbearable. I wanted to not push because of the pain and at the same time I had no choice. I could see her head and everything stretching and I though for sure that I would just split open, that all my vaginal tissues were just going to rip and tear. I used my fingers to try and help stretch the tissues but I didn’t feel like it was doing any good. I tried changing positions, hoping that she might slide back up or something. I told Michael that it hurt so bad and that I just wanted to push her back up inside and I clenched my legs together trying to will her to slid up some. But it didn’t work. lol

I got back into knelling position and then during the next contraction I just put all my force into it to try and bring her out. I roared during the contraction. Literally. I had too. I needed its force to get through the contraction and to push with all my might and… it worked. Her head came out. OMG, what a relief. I felt like crying, maybe I did. I can’t be sure. I just kept touching her head, amazed that she was almost there and then with the next contraction I pushed and she slid the rest of the way out. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my chest. I was ecstatic. I kept saying she’s perfect. She’s perfect. She was pink and screaming and perfect. Then I thought to lift her up and actually verify she was a girl & of course she was. We knew she was a girl.

It’s funny that my birth went nothing like I had thought that it would. My favorite types of birth videos have always been like Birth As We Know It and videos such as that. I guess when I imagined my birth I always kind of saw it like those. lol. I am apparently not an earthy birthy, make it look serene type of birther. It was gritty and loud. I moaned, I thrashed, I cried and I whined. It was beautiful and intense and scary. And I was a warrior, like we all are.

Addison Lynn Bowden was born at 9:40pm after approx. 5 hours and 20 minutes of labor. She weighed 9 lbs. 1 oz. & measured 18 inches long.
by Crystal Bowden
 
Ava's Birth

PJ's Perspective

Kathy started having contractions Monday morning. I asked her if I should stay home from work and she said no, it could go on for days like this. I was at work and I could not concentrate all day. All I could think about was Kathy and meeting my new daughter. The day took forever! I came home and the contractions were still about five minutes apart and not painful. We went to bed.

Tuesday I woke up for work and the contractions were still about five minutes apart but a little more painful. Kathy asked me to stay home from work to help take care of Annie. I started getting excited because I knew that Ava would be born soon. Annie and I started blowing up the pool. We got about halfway done and then we went outside to play so Kathy could get some quiet time while the contractions were getting stronger. Grandma came and picked Annie up so Kathy could just concentrate on the work she had to do. By now the contractions were painful enough for Kathy to moan with every contraction. I was getting a little nervous; not because we were having an unassisted homebirth but just to meet my new daughter. It was about 10pm ad we went to bed while we still could.

Wednesday morning at 2am Kathy woke me up to start filling the pool. After three hours of filling buckets from the bathtub the pool was 3/4 full and it was time to boil water to get the pool warmer. At about 7:30am the pool was finally warm enough for Kathy to sit in and she decide to go to bed! The contractions were only a few minutes apart now and seemed to be very painful. Kathy got out of bed around 9:30-10am and got straight into the pool (which was cold now!). The contractions were pretty much on top of one another and Kathy said she couldn't do this anymore, call Laura. I was on the phone with Laura and she heard Kathy scream from the contractions and she said, "Kathy labors just like me." That made me smile. Kathy immediately saw me and yelled at me, "What are you smiling at, I'll fucking kill you!" I hung up the phone and Kathy was telling me, "I'm going to the hospital, call 911." I knew Ava would be out soon and that she was in the transition stage. Kathy had me call Laura back again to tell her we were going to the hospital. Kathy just wanted the pain to go away, she wanted drugs. Laura told her that if we go to the hospital we should go to Rockdale, but they probably wouldn't give her anything for the pain, she was too far along. I hung up the phone and thirty minutes later or so Kathy started pushing. She was screaming so loud now that my eardrums were vibrating! I'm surprised no one called the police. After about two hours of pushing Kathy said, "It burns, it burns!" I knew the head was coming. I could see a little bit of the head when she was pushing. Kathy felt for the head and she felt Ava's hair. Then she just wanted to get Ava out so she pushed and screamed as hard and as long as she could, telling herself, "She's almost there, I just have to get her out." After an hour or so of that and Ava Lenore Effertz was born at 4:50 pm, March 10th, 2010.

This was the most amazing experience of my life. I can't believe Kathy had our baby in our living room with just me to help her through it. I wish that my other kids were born this way. Everything was just perfect.
Kathy's Perspective

Ava was "due" on Friday, March 5th. I started having contractions early Monday morning, at about 2:00. I had no trouble sleeping through them. When I woke up, they continued but were very mild, coming every 3-5 minutes but lasting only about 30 seconds. They didn't really hurt, they were just uncomfortable. I was able to drive PJ to work with no problems, go to Walmart, and just went about my day as usual. The contractions continued every 3-5 minutes for the entire day. I figured they would go on like that for at least a day or two, but that they signified that labor would probably begin within the week. I went to bed that night intending on driving PJ to work in the morning and continuing life as normal.

At 2:00am on Tuesday morning, I again awoke with contractions, but these were much stronger and more painful. They were coming about every ten minutes and lasting about a minute. I didn't want PJ to go to work that day. I thought the birth was still at least a day or two away, but the contractions hurt enough and required enough concentration that I didn't want to be left alone with Annie so PJ stayed home with me. He helped me take care of Annie (as he always does), took her outside to play a lot so I could have a little bit of peace. The contractions were strong enough that I was moaning a little bit. Annie saw this a few times. My eyes were closed but PJ said she looked curious, but not really concerned. I called my mom at work and asked her to leave work at 3:30pm to come get Annie around 5:00, which she did. Annie left happily to spend the night with Grandma and I was able to concentrate on my "work," which was getting progressively more difficult. I posted on Facebook that Ava would probably be born late that night or early the next morning. I knew from my experience with Annie's birth that I needed to get as much sleep as possible, so PJ and I went to bed around 10:00.

I woke up on Wednesday morning at 2am (again!) with very strong contraction. They hurt enough that I was making a good deal of noise, which PJ magically slept through. I woke him up around 3am and told him that I thought Ava was going to be born that day. He rubbed my back between contractions and supported me in general. At about 4am, I wanted to get out of bed and asked him to blow up the birth pool and fill it up so it was ready. He happily obliged and seemed pretty excited that his daughter was probably going to be born that day. I struggled with very painful contractions that were coming every 7-10 minutes and lasting a minute or so. I got in the pool for awhile, then decided to try to get some more sleep at around 7am.

I woke back up around 8:30am. The contractions had kept me awake during that time, but I was able to snooze in between. That was a blessing because the real work was just beginning! I got in the pool again, struggling with extremely painful contraction that were about a minute to a minute and a half long, every 3-5 minutes. I got in and out of the pool, in and out of the bed, on and off of the floor, trying anything to ease the pain. By 11am, I thought for sure that I must be in transition and that she would be born at any minute, as the pain was so intolerable that all I wanted was to go to the hospital and have them numb me to my eyeballs. There was no position I could find that made it more bearable and the contractions were right on top of each other, every 1-2 minutes and lasting 1 and 1/2 to two minutes. I begged PJ to help me, call 911, do anything to make it go away. He kept telling me I was doing great and that Ava would be born soon. Mentally I knew that her birth must be imminent, but I really though that I couldn't do it anymore. At around 11am I told PJ to call Laura and tell her I was going to the hospital. He did and Laura said that is sounded like transition to her and if Ava was that close to being born, they wouldn't give me an epidural anyway. I told PJ something close to that he was full of shit and I was going to punch him in the face. But I kept on with it, thinking that if I went to the hospital and they wouldn't give me any drugs, I would have gone for nothing and been really, REALLY upset with myself.

I felt inside and could feel Ava's head on my fingertip. I decided I would try pushing. The contractions were too painful to push with until they were about thirty seconds in. I knew that it would be more effective to push while they were strongest, but it just hurt so bad that I couldn't do it. So I started pushing a little bit as soon as I felt like I could. I did that for awhile. I kept feeling inside and eventually she started moving further down. I finally began being able to push through the entire contraction so I did, half-heartedly at first. I knew that the only way I could get this over with and make the pain stop was to get Ava out of me. Finally her head was so far down that I could feel her hair. But I also felt something strange. It felt attached to her head, not like the cord or an arm. I was sure it was the placenta and that worried me. I had PJ call Laura again, but she said if the placenta had detached and was coming out first, there would be a lot of blood. There was none. She reminded PJ that a baby's head has to do a lot of molding to fit through the birth canal and will feel quite spongy, which was exactly what I was feeling.

I continued pushing, but really stepped it up to the point that I was pushing with all my might and screaming like a wild animal. I don't know how close together the contractions were, but it couldn't have been more than a minute apart. With each push, I could feel her head coming to where PJ could actually see it. But I just couldn't get her out and she would slide back a little bit after I stopped pushing. Finally I felt what they call the "ring of fire" and it was god awful. It burned like crazy and I knew at that point that I was going to tear. I tried massaging and stretching the opening between and during pushes to make it bigger or more stretchy, but it didn't feel like it was working. I was really scared but I didn't have a choice. There was only one way to get her out and to make the pain stop so I had to keep going. I prayed aloud to God to please help me, begged Ava to help me, and screamed and pushed with everything I had. The horrible burning lasted through at least ten pushes. I gathered every bit of strength I had left--which didn't feel like much--and pushed until I was sure I was going to die. I felt myself tear upwards as I finally managed to get her head out. I told PJ to look, which he was already, of course. Then her body came sliding out and she was finally born at 4:50pm.

Her cord was so short that I could barely get her above the water level. She wasn't crying outright, but she was making noises and I could tell that she was fine. I held her and rubbed her back vigorously to stimulate her breathing. We couldn't find the bulb syringe and she was making gurgling noises, so I sucked the fluid out of her mouth with my own and spit it into the water. I had to have PJ cut the cord after about ten minutes because it was so short. He clamped it with the sterilized shoelaces and snipped it. I gave her to PJ because I started feeling contractions again and I knew the placenta was coming shortly. It came about ten minutes after I had given PJ his daughter. I examined it to make sure it was intact, then put it in a bowl and got out of the pool to hold my baby. I sat on a towel on the chair and tried to get her to nurse. I was so happy she was finally there with us and relieved beyond belief that the pain was finally over.

Ava's birth was the most wonderful and most terrible experience of my life. I was not brave at all. I screamed and cried and gave up a hundred times. I made it through only because I had no other choice. When watching horror movies I have often shuddered wondering what it would be like to be tortured. Now I know. I can't imagine anything else being so horribly painful for so long. It seemed like an eternity and I was sure I was really going to die. But I made it and now my beautiful baby lies here sleeping next to me,beautiful and perfect in every way. I'm proud of myself for doing it naturally, at home, by ourselves, even though I know damn well I couldn't have without the encouragement of PJ and Laura. I did what was best for my daughter, even though it was hell on earth for me! I still can't believe I made it through.

by Kathryn Packard & PJ Effertz