An Uncle's Labor of Love, Christmas Eve
Written By Savvy Auntie Staff Writers
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Setting:
Minneapolis. Christmas Eve.
My sister had been having contractions for weeks. Painful prodromal labor and a baby facing the
wrong way was not how my sister, Jennifer, wanted to spend the holidays. That afternoon her contractions started to be
more regular, eventually happening on a schedule every 4-5 minutes. Normally, if you're going through early labor
at home you can handle this. Once
contractions last one minute, and happen every 3 minutes for an hour, you MIGHT
want to head into the hospital (this is referred to as 3-1-1). Jen's contractions were too painful, and !spoiler
alert! she had lost her mucus plug. We
decided to head to the Birth Center, which was 30 miles away in Wisconsin, just
to be safe.
Hospital at 11. Crazy
contractions. Different positions to
relieve pain. No sleep. Lots of walking. Bathtub time.
Even though Jennifer was already aiming on having a vaginal birth after
cesarean section for her twins last year, we discussed her options while she
labored in the tub. C-sections means at
least 6 weeks of recovery, possibility of horrible side effects, and there are
VERY active twin toddlers at home. More
importantly, Jennifer WANTED to deliver this boy. More hallway walking. Too much back pain. After discussing things, she received an
epidural at 4 am at 3 centimeters. 8 am
still at 3. Artificial Rupture of
Membrane (AROM). Trying for a successful
VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean).
Anything but pitocin to induce because using that doubles the risk of
uterine rupture in VBAC, not to mention
its side effects. Water breaking led to
increased cervical pressure. Dilated to
4 by noon. I need lunch, and it's
Christmas and NOTHING is open.
Dammit. Off I go to Denny's. Text message from brother in-law. She went from 4 to 9 in an hour. Back to hospital. After 25 minutes of pushing, Grayson was
born.
I've never witnessed anything like a woman in labor. No video, no class could have prepared me for
the actual experience. Don't get me
wrong, class is INVALUABLE and I highly recommend everyone take a childbirth
class while pregnant. But to see my
sister laboring and in so much pain, along with the emotional stress and
exhilaration of the experience, was beyond anything I could have
anticipated.
I think it's the closest we will come to being in the
presence of God—whatever that means for you.
There are no filters, no barriers.
Only feeling. It's the last
primitive thing we have as a society. To
see my sister going through the same process millions of women have gone
through for eons, and somehow being connected to them through that process, was
incredibly spiritual and humbling. I was
in the presence of something much larger than me.
I wasn't expecting THAT.
I heard his first cry.
It took my breath away. Clearly,
I sent out a Tweet. My mind was
spinning. After chatting with my mom and
one of my sisters, the first person I called was Jennifer Link, a DEAR friend
and fellow baby planner in NYC. I broke
down on the phone with her. It's a
completely overwhelming experience.
Childbirth. Wow. I remember my sister's face after
delivery. It was a mix of exhaustion,
peace, and pride.
“That was the most rewarding thing I've ever done.”
I couldn't agree more.
Published: January 3, 2012