Welcome Galen Nathaniel! A beautiful homebirth in the blizzard on 1.11.11!

My first son was born at exactly 37 weeks, and so my husband and I were prepared (and we somewhat expected) to have this baby early too. But 37 weeks and then 38 weeks came and went with no sign of labor. I was frustrated and confused since I had not imagined myself still being pregnant in January! Finally on Friday January 7th I lost a big chunk of mucus plug. "This is it!" I thought surely labor would come soon. Then on Saturday evening came the bloody show, and what I "thought" was my water breaking. But no, it was just more mucus. I was having irregular cramping sensations, but there was no pattern. For two days I experienced escalating contractions in the evening, but they would always fizzle-out overnight. In the morning I awoke frustrated and impatient. Where was this baby?

When I talked to Tara each day, she assured me that although I was not in active labor, my body was still doing essential work preparing for birth. I tried to see each day as progress even though I felt stalled and anxious.

As my husband Chris and I looked at the weather forecast, which predicted a big blizzard in the wee-hours of Wednesday morning, we joked; surely this stubborn baby would arrive smack in the middle of a blizzard!? Sure enough, on Tuesday afternoon my pesky, irregular contractions seemed to be getting stronger, although they were still sporadic. I talked for a long time with a friend on the phone and she helped me to relax and stop worrying about when "real" labor would start. Later in the evening, after putting my son to bed around 7pm, I was getting pretty uncomfortable. I decided to take a shower to see if I could relax enough to sleep. Once in the shower, the contractions intensified significantly, so much so that I was having to moan through them. Once out of the shower, I told Chris to call Tara and our doula Evelyn.

While waiting for Evelyn, I found the most comfort kneeling on our couch and flinging my torso over the back so my head and arms could just dangle over the edge. When Evelyn arrived, we sat on the couch talking in between contractions, and I would simply throw myself over the couch with each oncoming pain. Chris was busy upstairs in our bedroom setting up the birth tub and filling it with water. Finally it was full enough that I could go upstairs and get in.

Once upstairs the contractions definitely kicked up a notch. I laid on the bed moaning through each one while Evelyn and Chris tried to get the temperature in the tub a little bit warmer. Tara and Audra arrived at this point. It was close to 10:00pm. At this point, I lost track of time, and my recollection of events becomes blurred. At one point I remember someone telling me that my moans sounded a little bit "pushy." Really? It didn't feel that way, though the sensations were intense. And I was shivering cold. Finally the tub was ready and I got in.

This is when my labor became like a freight train and I was just a passenger along for the ride. Contractions came one on top of the other, and with each one I felt a bit more grunty, a bit more pushy. Finally my body started doing its own thing. I did not feel an "urge to push" so much as bearing witness to my body's pushing and being powerless to stop it. Unlike with the birth of my first son - where I was told when and how to push - this experience was otherworldly. My body was on autopilot. I could feel my tissues expanding and stretching and had trouble integrating all the sensations because it was all happening so fast! Finally I reached down to feel a giant bulge and the smallest bit of head starting to crown. (All this time I was probably screaming and howling, but miraculously my toddler didn't make a peep on the baby monitor.) Then I was kneeling in the tub and reached down to exclaim that the head was OUT! I vaguely remember asking Tara "now what??" I tried to push with the next couple of contractions but not much progress was made. Tara and Audra had me flip over so Tara could assist with the shoulders. I remember starting to panic, but then Audra told me to focus all my energy downward and OUT. Then with that next push, out came our baby!

He was up on my chest, and it was complete euphoria. Not only was I no longer in any kind of pain, but we had a baby, finally! I wasn't even thinking about gender, but Chris looked and told me we had another boy. I was mesmerized as our baby boy made eye contact with me. I looked at him all over and noticed that he had a dimple on his cheek. Unlike my hospital birth, no one scooped him out of my arms, no one put goopy ointment in his eyes or wrapped him in a million blankets. It was just before midnight, the snow was just starting to fall outside, and our baby boy had the coolest birthday ever: 1/11/11