For most of my life, pregnancy, labor and infants were something I feared—a means to the end of becoming a mom to what would one day become a walking, talking, interactive human. The pain! The risk! The screaming baby! Leaky boobs! The sleep deprivation! The loss of freedom! How would I survive?
Then at 28, everything changed. Scott and I fostered two little girls for 7 months. Caring for those two little girls is so intricately tied to my identity as a mom that I can’t tell Julia’s birth story without mentioning how it completely shifted my mindset, perspective and even my personality. He used those girls to transform a selfish, immature, insecure young woman into a confident, content and grateful mama. Pregnancy, birth and this first month of parenthood would have been so different without the lessons God taught us through those girls. I am eternally grateful for them and for God’s sovereign hand in our story.
Our lifestyle had already adjusted to parenthood through fostering (social life and other out-of-home obligations…bye Felicia!), so in June when the girls left to reunite with family, we were able to spend tons of time preparing for Julia while also reconnecting with each other after our placement. Scott and I spent so much time in our home from June to December that being cooped up with a newborn this month (flu season!) has not felt restrictive at all. I remember a time when we spent almost every evening out of the house with friends, volunteering or attending a church event. We were so busy, always searching for connection and fulfillment outside our home and outside of each other (I should be transparent here and say I was 100 percent the driving force of all this busyness. Scott is, and always has been, a super content and confident guy). During foster care and pregnancy, I learned to treasure a slower pace and a quieter life, and I truly believe it made all the difference. I also lost my job in November, and that turned out to be a huge blessing! I am so thankful for the simple rhythm we have settled into that has allowed us to make space in our lives and hearts for our little girl. Slowing down and simplifying to prepare for and anticipate our baby was such a gift.
All that to say, I was incredibly blessed to enter into labor and delivery in a very good place physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually because of the time we were able to set aside to prepare for Julia’s arrival. I know that this isn’t everyone’s story and couldn’t possibly be. However, I feel the need to document and share the goodness of God in our lives—my hope is that by being a positive voice about pregnancy, birth and motherhood, I might provide some comfort and confidence to someone who is anxious about the whole thing like I was for YEARS.
The way we anticipate and prepare for something can influence the way it turns out. Why not believe birth is a beautiful thing God created us to do and see it as a “get to” rather than a “have to?”
“Whether you believe you can do a thing or not, you are right.” —Henry Ford
DISCLAIMER: The rest of this post contains a birth story, which involves details about birth. If that grosses you out, don’t continue! 😉
December 1, 2017, 2:30 a.m. · 40 weeks, 3 days gestation
I woke up with a contraction. It was not intensely painful, but strong enough to wake me up. I laid in bed for a few minutes and another one came. I got out of bed and started drinking a glass of water and walking around a little bit. For the next couple hours, I read articles on my phone and had random contractions. I wanted to make sure I was truly in labor before waking up my sleep-loving husband.
4:30 a.m.
I woke Scott up to let him know I was in labor. My contractions had become more regular and closer together—about 7 minutes apart and lasting 45 to 60 seconds each. They still weren’t intense, but I was more comfortable standing up and started having to focus through them.
5:15 a.m.
I texted our doula, Jennifer, to let her know contractions were 5-7 minutes apart and 45 seconds long. I really thought we’d head to the hospital by 7 a.m., but Jennifer encouraged me to hang out at home until contractions were consistently less than 5 minutes apart. I told her I’d let her know when we wanted her to come to the house to help us through contractions.
6:30 a.m.
Contractions began to get more intense, but hovered at 5-7 minutes apart and 45 seconds long. I started getting more tired in between each one and propped up some pillows on either side of me so I could fully relax between contractions. Every few minutes, I would have a less intense contraction that only lasted about 20 seconds. We passed the time by watching several episodes of The Office!
8:30 a.m.
I wanted a change of scenery and was no longer in the mood to watch TV, so we moved to the nursery. I used the rocking chair to get through several contractions. The downward motion of the rocking felt really good. By this time I realized that for a 45 second contraction, you only have to focus and work for about 25 seconds—contractions are like a bell curve and have a peak of intensity in the middle. I worked really hard to maintain a positive attitude and said to myself and out loud that I could do ANYTHING for 45 seconds. I thought about interval training during running or HIIT workouts, when you force yourself to work hard for an interval and then rest for an interval. Or when you have a stomach bug and you feel pretty good in between waves of nausea. I obviously have had a few stomach bugs in my lifetime… ha. I loved that I got several minutes to rest between contractions—what a gift that the painful part is much shorter than the periods of rest!
11 a.m.
Jennifer arrived to try and help us get labor going. I was still having 45 second contractions every 5-7 minutes, and when she checked me, I was 4 cm dilated (I was 3 cm at my doctor’s appointment the Tuesday before, so this was not a ton of progress in 8 hours). Jennifer suggested we take a walk around the block, so the three of us left the house to get some fresh air—me in my floral labor dress stopping every few minutes to cling to a tree as I endured a contraction, Scott in normal clothes and Jennifer in her scrubs. We were a sight to be had, I’m sure. After the first time around the block, Jennifer went inside while Scott and I took a second lap. We ran into a neighbor as he was getting out of his car. “I’m in labor!!!!” “What? Cool! That’s so exciting! Congrats, guys!” We stopped to pet the friendly cats who live around the corner, which was a treat because I love kitties. 😉
12 p.m.
Labor had not really progressed, so we tried several different positions to find what was most comfortable for me. Sitting or laying down was NOT an option at this point. I was laying on the bed resting when I felt a contraction coming, and I didn’t get up in time. Once it begins, its impossible to get up, so I had to ride it out laying down. That was the first and last time I laid down through a contraction! I also tried leaning over the labor ball and bouncing on the labor ball. Neither of those were as comfortable as standing up. I worked through most of my contractions grabbing onto the side of Julia’s crib or dresser.
When they got more intense, I wrapped my arms around Scott, and he and Jennifer coached me through each one with the most encouraging words! I remember Jennifer telling me to picture my cervix opening up like a flower and to imagine the baby getting lower and lower. She also told me that each contraction was productive and was bringing us closer to meeting our baby—and one less I had to get through! At some point I also started utilizing deep vocalization (basically making an “uhhhhhhhhh” sound in the deepest possible register), which was AMAZING. Something about the vibration of my voice, the distraction of doing something else with my body and the way it forced my muscles to relax helped immensely.
1:30 p.m.
My family arrived! This was an unexpected, but meaningful twist. I texted them early in the morning when I naively thought we’d have a baby, or at least be at the hospital, in just a few hours. My mom, stepdad and sister hopped in the car and started the 5-hour trip immediately. When they arrived, I was still in good spirits between contractions, but definitely having to focus during them to get through each one. I’m so glad my family got to witness a little bit of labor with us. Contractions were about 5 minutes apart and lasting 60 seconds at this point.
2:30 p.m. (12 hours in labor)
Jennifer asked if I’d like to try applying the essential oil Clary Sage to my feet to get things going a little faster. I said yes.
3 p.m.
Scott’s parents stopped by just to give us a hug. They had been in the area for several hours waiting for the word to head to the hospital and just couldn’t wait anymore to check in on us. Things were getting REAL at this point, and my contractions were about a minute and a half long and 5 minutes apart (the Clary Sage worked!), so I don’t even really remember them getting there. I started feeling the baby drop even lower and thought it was about time to go to the hospital. During a pretty intense contraction, I felt a tiny pop and some moisture in my undies. I thought my water might have broken, so I went to the bathroom to check. It was a tiny bit of blood. Jennifer said this was a good sign of progress and offered to check me again. When she did, I saw her eyes get big and she said, “OK, you’re past 6 cm; I think it’s time to go ahead and go!” She told me later I was already at least 8 cm dilated! We were all surprised, because I should’ve been in a worse mood and my contractions should’ve been closer together by this time!
3:15 p.m.
We got in the car to head to the hospital, which is about a 10 minute drive in normal traffic and 15-20 during the after school rush. Having to sit down in the car through six contractions in 15 minutes was super painful, but the adrenaline of the moment and Scott’s encouraging words carried me through. I called my doctor’s office to let them know we were headed to the hospital and asked if they’d let my doctor know I was going to have this baby soon!
When we arrived at the hospital, there was a man and woman standing at the ER desk. The man took a look at me and said “She needs to go first!” We got checked in quickly and the security guard got me a wheelchair. I didn’t want to sit down during contractions, but you have to be wheeled in for liability purposes, I guess. A nurse came down and wheeled us into the tiny elevator.I had a contraction in the elevator, and for the first time, felt the urge to push. The nurse told me not to, for obvious reasons.
When we got to the room, Jennifer got her diffuser going with lavender and ylang ylang, and the nurses busily accomplished all their tasks in between contractions—they checked baby’s heart rate, checked my blood pressure, put in a hep-lock in case IV fluids were needed, did a cervical check (10 cm and ready to push) and prepped the room for delivery. Shortly after all this was done, Dr. Lambrecht arrived. She was AMAZINGLY calm and directed everything so beautifully. I immediately felt peaceful and focused when she got there and I was given permission to begin pushing.
I tried to push in the typical back down, legs up position, but it was extremely uncomfortable. In our birth classes, I remember Jennifer telling us our body would take over and we would just know what position felt right during pushing. This was so true in my case. The hospital bed was set up like a chair, and Jennifer asked if I wanted to lay it down and push on all fours. “No, I want to lay over the back of the bed.” So I got on my knees and put my arms over the back of the bed (which was vertical). Scott stood behind the bed so we were eye to eye the entire time.
I can’t remember specifically all he said to me, but his coaching and encouragement, along with a nurse who stood on my right side and reminded me not to hyperventilate and to take deep breaths in between contractions, kept me going. At first, I was doing a lot of grunting while pushing, but Dr. Lambrecht told me it’s more effective to hold your breath while pushing, which was very true. Jennifer held a warm compress down there and told me to push toward the warmth, which also helped. Dr. Lambrecht and Jennifer worked seamlessly together, and both of their tips and coaching helped me stay focused. I pushed through about 6 or 7 contractions in this position, getting three or four pushes in with each contraction. Dr. Lambrecht told me to hold the pressure on the baby between pushes (the baby comes down with pushing and kind of goes back up in between if you don’t maintain a little pressure). This tip probably saved us a good bit of pushing time—I could really feel a difference after starting to do this.
I felt like we were almost there, so naturally I asked, “Are we close?” Dr. Lambrecht said yes. I decided I wanted to turn around so I could use the mirror to watch her arrive, so I tried to sitting with my legs out again, but it was still uncomfortable. I knew another contraction was coming soon, so I just laid on my side and asked them to lower the back of the bed. “Can someone just hold my left leg up?” Yes. (I love how everyone just followed my lead throughout labor. I never felt bossed around or discouraged from doing anything.) I pushed three times while laying on my side. I felt the contraction subsiding, but we were SO CLOSE, so I just kept pushing without the contraction. Three more pushes later, she was here—4:29 p.m., 14 hours after that first contraction early in the morning.
We did not find out the gender during pregnancy, so about 30 seconds after Julia was born, I was staring at her, but unable to discern if she was a boy or girl (I think her leg was in the way), so I said, “Is it a boy or girl?” Dr. Lambrecht turned her around and said, “It’s a girl! I’m so sorry! We never get to do the big reveal at birth anymore!” Jennifer told me later that a few of the nurses were wiping tears away during this moment because it’s so rare to witness a family finding out the gender at birth! How fun and special that moment was!
Scott cut the cord and they put Julia Clair Gentry on my chest, which was the most amazing moment I’ve ever experienced. My legs were shaking a bit from going from sitting to standing every 5 minutes for 14 hours and using those muscles to push for 35 minutes! Dr. Lambrecht used a local anesthetic to numb me up down there and put in a few stitches, and then they gave me a tiny bit of pitocin to help deliver the placenta. After that, most everyone left. We spent an hour or so just soaking in our baby girl. The lactation consultant, Eileen, stopped by and helped me get Julia to latch on for her first feeding.
Scott had his skin-to-skin time with her after she ate, and a nurse helped me in the bathroom (humbling!) while another nurse changed the sheets and put a comfy topper on the mattress. Our families came up to meet her and were there for her first measurements. We had a hilarious nurse who had been caring for babies and moms for 42 years. She helped me a little more with breastfeeding in the middle of the night and gave Julia her first bath in the wee hours of the morning.
We spent one night in the hospital, and the next day the on-call doctor cleared us to go home just 24 hours after Julia was born! We have loved getting to know our baby girl since then. She is a precious baby, eats well and loves to snuggle. The sleep deprivation is not nearly as bad as I imagined, although I do look forward to the day I can sleep through the night again!
I’ve never felt more strong, beautiful or empowered than I did throughout pregnancy and giving birth. I’m so glad we took classes, hired a doula and found a doctor who supported our desire to have an unmedicated birth even though it’s pretty uncommon in our region. It was a beautiful day and I loved the experience. More than anything, I’m thankful for my and Julia’s health and safety. God is good!
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