It is amazing how much women will learn from their first birth. Often they will work hard to make that birth not be repeated. This mom did that very thing!
In preparation for the birth of our second baby I attended a weekend class titled, “Fear to Freedom” {now called BOLD}. Eight other pregnant women attended. We bonded as we talked about labor, fears, strengths, and visions for our upcoming births. We also meditated; role played, and wrote birth mantras. My mantra for this baby’s birth was:
I will work hard.
I will listen to my body and feel what it is telling me.
I will embrace the moment and the journey of the birth of my baby.
I own my birth.
In addition to the “Fear to Freedom” class, Stan and I took a class on breast-feeding and sought out a doula and midwife practice that would be conducive to a normal labor and birth. Teresa led the weekend workshop and the breastfeeding class that we took. She helped me feel supported and empowered to make the birth and breastfeeding experience I envisioned a reality. We found Intown Midwifery in Atlanta, a practice that prides themselves on treating women and birth with respect and helping them through the process. After interviewing several doulas, we decided to hire Colleen. She would be a gentle, guiding force throughout the preparation, labor, and birth of our baby.
The birth I envisioned was intervention free and done on my terms. Our first baby was born after several interventions including Pitocin, a doctor breaking my water, an epidural, and several long uncomfortable hours unable to eat or drink in the hospital. That was not going to happen to my baby and me again! It was important to me to be alert and aware to breast-feed my baby from the moment s/he was born. I did not want this baby taken away from me for any reason at all.
Saturday morning, 11/17/2012, we went for a family walk along the Chattahoochee River, my favorite place to walk or run. Later that afternoon the very early stages of labor started while Stan and I were at the movie theater seeing Lincoln. Lucky was at his best friend Presley’s house. I got up every 30-40 minutes during the movie to go to the restroom. I felt restless. I felt like something may be happening. I was in a good mood. After the movie and a nice dinner at Marlow’s Tavern, we went to pick Lucky up. As we were leaving Presley’s house with Lucky he said, “See you tomorrow!” Cary, Dawn, Stan and I all laughed about how funny it would be if we had to bring Lucky back to their house the next day, if I was in labor.
That evening I started to have very light contractions. They felt like light period cramps wrapping from my back around my hips. That night I went to bed and woke up around midnight to Frankie, our dog, whimpering to go out. I prodded Stan to get up and let her out but he was too out of it (Stan is a deep sleeper). Frustrated, I got out of bed and let her out. I went to the restroom and saw a welcome sign, my mucus plug started to come out. This was exciting and I continued to have light contractions. I texted Colleen, the doula that was going to help us with the labor and birth of this baby. I also understood that even though my mucous plug came out, it could still be several days before the baby would be born. I took a shower around midnight and laid on the couch to try and get some sleep.





