Birth Day

He's here!  Introducing...

Crew Rollins Erickson

The Birth Story:
(pictures at the bottom of the post)

My "due date" was Thursday, May 10th.  I went to my pregnancy exercise class in the morning from 8:30 to 9:30, and when I got home I mowed the front lawn.  Spencer worked half a day today, so in the afternoon I went with him to take a load of stuff to the green waste and pick up some garden mulch for my grandma.  I was feeling really good and was getting over the cold that I had last week.

I had originally planned on having my mom come up for the birth, and would call her when labor started. But there was a quilt show in Salt Lake City on Thursday that she wanted to go to, so she said she would come up for that and just stay until the baby came.  That actually worried me a little bit, because I thought I might go at least a few days past my due date, and what would she do all that time waiting around for him to come?  Well, that little decision for her to come up early ended up being ideal, and I would say inspired.

Thursday night my brother, his wife, and two little ones came over for dinner since our mom was here.  We played our traditional Jeopardy games and had a nice visit.  Then off to bed.

Friday morning I woke up a little before 5:00 am with a contraction that felt much different than the Braxton Hicks contractions I'd been feeling for weeks now.  Those contractions just felt like a tightening sensation.  This one felt like things were being pushed down.  A few minutes later I felt another one and decided I'd better keep track of when they came, just in case.  So at 5:04, 5:10, 5:17, and 5:22 I felt more of these contractions.  I knew Spencer's alarm was going to go off at 5:30, so I waited until then to tell him what was going on.  When he woke up we just laid in bed for a little while together and kept track of a few more contractions.   They were coming very regularly about 5 - 7 minutes apart.

At 6:30 we decided we'd better call our midwives.  Lisa was the one on call that day.  I told her what was going on, and she said since this was my first it would probably be a while before things really got going.  She said she would drop her kids off at school and head over to our house around 9:00 am.

By 7:30 the contractions were about 2 minutes apart, and Spencer and I both figured we better not wait for our midwife to show up at 9 am.  So Spencer called back, but there was no answer.  He called our other midwife Heather and she said she would head right over.  We had a birthing tub set up in our bedroom in case I wanted to use it.  I asked Spencer to fill it up and I was ready to get in.  I was a little worried I was getting in too early, but I didn't care.  In the tub I went, and it was very soothing to have that warm water around me.

Heather arrived around 8:00 am and checked me to see how far along I was.  I was expecting her to say somewhere around 6 or 7 centimeters, but instead she said, "Well, do you want to have the baby 20 minutes from now or right now?"  I was already fully dilated!  She said I could go ahead and push whenever I felt the urge.  Sure enough, with the very next contraction I was ready to bear down.

Heather then began rushing to get all her equipment set up, and I tried to relax through the contractions, which were completely overpowering.  I was so thankful for the short rests between each contraction.  And SO thankful for Spencer and my mom for taking such good care of me and supporting me.  At some point Heather asked if I would like her to rupture my fluids, which could speed up the process a little.  She broke my water during the next contraction.

I don't remember too many specifics of what happened for the next little while.  I tried focusing on relaxing my throat and mouth during each contraction and tried to recover as much as possible whenever I got a break.  At some point Lisa, the other midwife, arrived.  So did Darby, one of the midwife assistants. Typically at each home birth they like to have two midwives and two assistants, but the other assistant was down in Spanish Fork and I heard Heather telling her over the phone, "You won't make it in time, don't worry about coming up."

I changed positions a couple of different times in the birth tub.  The water was really warm, and I was feeling overheated.  I had already taken my shorts off so Heather could check me when she first arrived, and now I took my shirt off to cool down.  I NEVER thought I would be one of those women who give birth completely nude, but modesty is thrown right out the window when you're going through something like this I guess!

After several more contractions in the tub, Heather suggested I move to the birth stool since I wasn't making progress.  Spencer sat down in back of me for support, and with the first contraction on the birth stool the head was crowning.  We had planned on Spencer being able to receive the baby, so the midwife was telling him, "Hurry up and get over here if you want to catch your baby."  But there was no way I was letting him leave me as my back support.  On the next contraction, the head came right out, and the body followed before the contraction ended.  He was born!  They immediately put him up to my stomach and I just held him while Spencer held me.  There was a lot of blood, but I felt so calm and relaxed and happy!

Suddenly the midwives were rushing around, not panicked but definitely alert.  I was hemorrhaging.  I remember someone squirting some gross tasting liquid in my mouth from a dropper while someone else began vigorously massaging my uterus, and another person gave me two shots of Pitocin in my leg.  Then a chalky pill that I needed to suck on but not chew.  And Heather was saying to push out the placenta.  The placenta came right out, probably less than two minutes after the baby.The bleeding slowed down, and I was able to move to the bed.  Spencer held me in bed while I held our little baby boy.  He was so cute, so healthy looking!  Because of all the blood loss, they gave me an oxygen mask to wear.

From here on out, I don't really know exactly the timeline for how things happened.  The midwives were busy cleaning up and checking me.  I was worried I had torn my perineum, but I did not!  That was good news for me because I had done a lot of research and preparation to avoid a perineal tear.  Unfortunately, My labia DID tear.  The midwife said that was better than the perineum tearing, because it was just a skin tear versus muscle.  They were impressed that my perineum hadn't torn and I was grateful, but they still needed to stitch me up.  This was not a fun part of the process.  It took what seemed like FOREVER.  They gave me three different numbing shots, but I could still feel a lot of what was happening.  They ended up giving me 8 or 9 stitches.  Luckily, I got to just lie there with Spencer and our baby so I had something to take my mind off the pain.  After the room was all cleaned up and I was stitched back together, they checked the baby, and weighed and measured him.  He was so healthy and perfect.  His initial APGAR score was between 9 and 10, so he came into the world just as ready as could be.

Spencer and I had not decided on a name at this point, but we had a list of choices.  Almost from the moment I saw him, I felt like his name would be Crew.  We had added Crew to our list of names just a few days before.  In fact, it was the last name we added to the list.  When I was stitched back together and things had settled down, Spencer asked everyone to give us some privacy to discuss the name.  I suggested Crew, and Spencer felt good about it too.  We talked for a little while about a middle name, debating between Spencer and Rollins.  Rollins is a family name on Spencer's mom's side of the family.  Soon we had the name:  Crew Rollins Erickson.  A perfect name for a perfect baby.

There were moments during labor where I felt overwhelmed and was wishing for an easy, medicated hospital birth.  I remember at one point telling Spencer that now that we had been given this blessing of having our very own baby, we could just go back to our adoption plans for any other children we wanted to have.  But now that I have had a couple of days to recover, I am so glad everything happened the way that it did.  It was SUCH a challenge, so humbling and intense.  At the same time it was empowering and beautiful and a miracle.  I couldn't have asked for a better birth.  Well..., maybe I could have gone without needing stitches.

day before Crew's birth

during transition

in the tub (this was not a great position)

moments after birth, on the birth stool

happy family

holding Crew while getting stitched up

proud papa

midwives

our healthy little boy

I want to just stress how thankful I am for the support of Spencer, my mom, and the midwives during labor.  While it's true that I was the one who really had to do the work, they all played such a huge part in my being able to handle everything.  Spencer was so good at keeping me calm and relaxed.  My mom was always right there getting me whatever I needed or wanted.  The midwives provided great suggestions and ideas for making the process a little easier for me.  Their expertise was a huge source of comfort for me.  Everyone was encouraging and uplifting during the whole process.  It was a wonderful, unforgettable experience that I will treasure forever.