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My Homebirth Experience

Women have been giving birth at home since the beginning of time, and I wanted to connect to the first woman, my ancestors, and mother nature by choosing homebirth.

  • Published on: 09 Mar 2021
  • 4 min read
My Homebirth Experience

Every mother has a few non-negotiables when it comes to having a baby. One of mine? That I'd undoubtedly give birth at home.

The Why

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Homebirth was the most natural, comfortable, and safe option for me and my baby. Women have been giving birth at home since the beginning of time, and I wanted to connect to the first woman, my ancestors, and mother nature by choosing homebirth.

I didn't want to deal with the discomfort of modern-day procedures by going to a hospital during one of the most private and life-changing moments of my life. I felt a homebirth was more holistically safe as well. I wanted to feel empowered to make certain now alternative choices without shame or guilt.

The First Few Hours

I was one of those moms whose birth was proceeded by needing to use the toilet. I woke up after an hour of sleep at 11pm knowing something was different. I've never woken up with that feeling before. After I relieved myself, an hour of mild contractions began.

We informed our midwife who lived an hour and a half away. She said to get some sleep and keep her updated. By 6 am the next morning, I was more than sure that I was about to give birth. I felt relief to finally stop expanding in the middle, but I felt wonder about how the heck my body was really going to know what to do like everyone said it would.

The Between

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The next few hours were a blend of emotions and thoughts. My contractions grew more painful, and I took as much refugee in between them as I could. But there became a point where there wasn't enough downtime, so I began to lose energy.

I lost all desire to eat. We tried the bathtub, but it seemed to slow down the process rather than help it move along (though I was happy for the relief).

We tried walking and I hated it. When the contractions came, my legs lost most of their standing power. I actually begged to rest!

The most beautiful part was during the moments between the pain, I'd find myself in what felt like a between world. It was as if there was only me and the silence of the universe. This was a place between before birth and life itself. Being in the presence of this place kept me on my feet so long.

I then rested for some time. My contractions were easier to deal with laying down because I slept between them somehow. After resting, I was merely 2-3cm dilated! After all that pain and all this time, that was the result? I couldn't believe it!

My midwife said I could decide if I wanted to go to the hospital and get assisted, or I could keep going. I knew I didn't want the hospital, but I didn't know how long I could withstand more pain. Yet, without thinking how I would, I decided to keep going. We ordered some food according to my mood (I wanted pizza) while I got a massage and I rested more to build up some strength.

Birth

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I was laying down when my water broke like a pipe that got yanked. The feeling to push came naturally, uncontrollably even soon after. I tried on my knees but after a few minutes, I instinctively knew I needed to squat.

My primary midwife positioned herself below to catch. My supporting midwife held one of my hands and my husband the other. Oh, their poor hands when I was done! I squeezed them mercilessly as though sharing my birth pains. There were times the pain hand me push up off my feet. I didn't know I was that strong!

Nearly 19.5 hours later, I felt my womb deflate and a little voice cry out anew to life. For a moment, everything felt unimaginable. I was pregnant? I labored all those hours? And now there's an actual baby that would need me around the clock? Impossible!

After cutting the umbilical cord, I sat down and looked at my baby boy for the first time. I could barely think anything except WOW!. My son reached for my nipple instinctively and began sucking away as if his life depended on it - which it totally did. The first latch felt like thousands of tiny teeth piercing my flesh, but it also never felt more right.

Everyone cleaned me and the house up. I settled in my literal big girl diapers with my son. Ah! My son! I have a son! Omg, I have a son! My midwives were ready to go in an hour and for a moment I wanted to tell them to stay to tell me how to do this part.

But the fearful words wouldn't come out because, beyond my gut and intuition, I felt unshakable knowing that I'd know exactly what to do...


Meet Our KeaMommy Contributor: Nadia Rumbolt

Nadia Rumbolt is a mom of many trades, including creative writing, blogging, van life, minimalism, veganism, the beach, nature, and the occult.

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