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A few months ago my sister and I had a conversation about having babies and Van’s (pseudo) home birth story came up. It’s come up before, but as time has passed, I’ve been more open to seeing it through someone else’s eyes. I still have my own opinions on the day, but I do think that should a third be in our future it would not be born at home. That’s partly because Willy has already downright insisted that it cannot be born at home; but it’s also because I partly agree. Been there, tried that. Twice.
Anyway, here’s Van’s big day, as told from the perspective of my sister, who was there to witness it.
My beef with home birth
Before my sister (the writer of this lovely blog, the stork herself) got pregnant with her first, Hooper, I didn’t really think much about home birth. I kind of associated it with yesteryear—women in log cabins on prairies and shit. I mean, why would sane people have babies at home when they can take a car ride to a hospital?
But, my sister explained it to me and, with her nurse background, she was rather convincing. I get it. Women want to be in the comfort of their own home. They want it to be peaceful. They don’t want machines and drugs and interventions pushed on them by a medical team that is concerned only with not getting sued, insurance coverage, and turning beds as fast as possible. Home birth sounds very romantic. That’s all fine and dandy, but keep in mind that I once thought it was romantic to be 23, eating beans out of a can for dinner with my broke-ass boyfriend.
With Hooper, my sister ended up in the hospital, against her wishes. She was overdue and they had to induce her. Then she couldn’t get the baby out, so they wheeled her to the OR. Using every stubborn ounce of strength in her body, she had the baby naturally in the OR room. The whole thing was rather touch-and-go, as they say. Willy couldn’t talk about it for weeks.
The second time, I was there. I didn’t think I would be. Her due date passed and my husband and I left on a 7-day backpacking trip in the Sierras, planned months in advance. We didn’t have cell coverage. I thought for sure we’d come back to hear she’d had the baby, but no. She was overdue again. The morning after we got back—I like to think Van was waiting for us—we got a very calm call saying she was in labor. They were deploying the big tub at home, the midwife was on her way. I was in tears driving up through Los Angeles traffic. I was convinced I’d miss the delivery because of all those a-holes on their way to work. Little did I know that births aren’t as fast and simple as they look on TV.
When I got there, she was just starting to push. She was in and out of the tub. She was on the floor. She was moaning, screaming.
My dad and I tried our best to distract Hooper, who was obviously worried. He insisted on wearing his toy stethoscope.
After what seemed like hours, the midwife started whispering to her assistant and we all started to wonder what was happening. Once again, my sister was having trouble getting the baby out. In hindsight, the difficulty probably had something to do with the crazy curve in her spine, which shifted all of her insides. She’d mentioned the scoliosis to her midwife, but didn’t really stress the severity of it (after all, she’d lived with it for years—was it that big of a deal? Um, yes, probably). I was terrified that she would get the head out and the body would be stuck. I’d heard horror stories. Willy was terrified that his wife was going to die. Sure, he thinks in extremes, but I understood his fear.
The midwife made the decision to call the ambulance. A couple guys showed up, put her on a stretcher, and she was gone. We followed behind in a car—my mom, Willy, and me (my dad stayed back at the house with Hooper). The three of us were shaking, terrified.
When we got to the hospital, we rushed to her room. The screaming was intense. I had a moment of feeling bad for any other moms delivering. It sounded like a horror movie in there. Willy was by her side, my mom and I in the hallway. We were crying at that point—scared for my sister and scared for the baby. I told my mom to try to smile, for Ashley. It was my job to document the day.
We heard a big POP—the doctor pushing on my sister’s belly—and then the baby wailing. We started crying more tears, of the relieved variety. We rushed in and saw the baby—he was a big 9-pounder—and quickly understood that things were okay. Willy asked the nurse how scary it was, on a scale from 1 to 10. She looked at us, with almost as much shock in her face as was in ours, and said, “That was a 9.”
My sister hates when people pose for the camera. She likes real emotion. But I think we were all afraid to show the real emotion in our faces that day. We wanted to be strong for her. So we smiled. After all, things turned out okay (even though I thought Van looked like Golem from Lord of the Rings).
My sister wants a third. I’ve told her that if they decide to have that baby, it better be in a hospital. I don’t care if her spine is fixed now. I don’t care that she would love to have the home birth she always wanted. She can go drug-free in a hospital, around professionals who can help her if anything goes awry. My good friend is married to an OBGYN and he says, “Look, most births go totally great. But when something goes wrong, it goes really wrong.” I’m sure lots of mothers have beautiful stories of their births, but for me, as a loved one, my sister’s births were scary. When I got home the day Van was born, I climbed in bed with my husband and I sobbed. I didn’t feel back to normal for days.
I wouldn’t say I’d discourage anyone from doing a home birth. I think it depends on your medical history and all that. I would say to know the risks, and consider the emotional impact on the people around you on that special day. And, make sure to educate those people about what to expect. My sister didn’t seem disturbed by what was going on and that was probably because she had watched lots of gory videos and had talks with her midwife and knew what the hell was happening. I wasn’t prepared, period. I was very fooled by the easy births you see in movies. Even in real life, most women have epidurals and drugs so there is no screaming (seriously, the screaming was the worst part). I watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians occasionally (#sorrynotsorry) and there was an episode when Kourtney Kardashian gives birth. The room was, like, silent. Her family was in there chatting with her. Chatting. She may as well have been getting a pedicure. So, yeah, maybe don’t go into a birth scenario with the Kardashians as your reference point. And if you have romantic notions about home birth, just think it through. Consider all the things you previously thought were romantic that really aren’t—like eating beans out of cans with your broke-ass boyfriend.
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That was an emotional day. You described it well. Fortunately it all ended on a positive note, but it had its scary moments. I love the idea of a home birth and considered it with my own children but opted for a hospital birthing room. Not sure if that’s currently an option.
As you know Ashley, I’ve had 5 births-2 medicated hospital births, 2 home births and one unmedicated hospital birth. I totally agree with what your sister said about educating those who will be present. My mom (who has been there for all 5 births) was very worried during Marianne’s home birth. Traumatized is probably a better word. I don’t blame her, it was the most difficult of all my births. For my last birth we had to have a hospital birth due to insurance and while I still prefer being at home, the hospital wasn’t that bad and I managed to do it with pain medication. For me, feeling everything is the most important part and that can be done at home or in the hospital.
I’m the same way — I prefer to feel everything. It’s a totally different sort of pain… it has purpose and meaning and totally goes away after that baby is in your arms. Given the state of my spine now, even if I wanted a medicated birth, I wouldn’t let anyone with a needle near my spine. So, for me, it’s not even an option now. I also think that having an unmedicated birth in the hospital is a fair alternative. I think everyone in my closest circle would breathe a sigh of relief to hear me say that. And that’s worth something, too.
I opted for a birth center birth with my daughter, but when I was 2.5 weeks overdue I ended up getting induced in a hospital. That all went crazy wonky haywire and my kid spent the next month of her life in the hospital. I love the idea of a home birth, but I think I’m with your sister on this one. If I have another it will be a hospital birth, by choice this time. Most births go great, but my daughters was that freak case that no one can predict. Luckily stars aligned or some crap and I had her in the hospital. We’ve been talking lately about adding another little hellion to our crew so these things have been swimming around my brain lately too. It’s nice (nice is clearly the wrong word here) to read it from someone else perspective.
I have a similar story. Tried midwife with first but he was overdue and breech and fluids were low, ended up with a c-section. Tried a vbac at home for #2. It went on for days. By the time I finally went to the hospital I was so tired. At times I thought I had already had the baby I was so out of it. Ended up almost rupturing my uterus because he was so big (almost 10 lbs) and I had been in labor so long. #3 I scheduled a c-section a week before he was due. It went fine. So yeah. Your tried, so did I. It just wasn’t meant to be. But it’s ok. We got beautiful babies in the end 🙂
That was an emotional day. You described it well. Fortunately it all ended on a positive note, but it had its scary moments. I love the idea of a home birth and considered it with my own children but opted for a hospital birthing room. Not sure if that’s currently an option.
Great post ladies.
Oh hey, good post.
As you know Ashley, I’ve had 5 births-2 medicated hospital births, 2 home births and one unmedicated hospital birth. I totally agree with what your sister said about educating those who will be present. My mom (who has been there for all 5 births) was very worried during Marianne’s home birth. Traumatized is probably a better word. I don’t blame her, it was the most difficult of all my births. For my last birth we had to have a hospital birth due to insurance and while I still prefer being at home, the hospital wasn’t that bad and I managed to do it with pain medication. For me, feeling everything is the most important part and that can be done at home or in the hospital.
“Without pain medication” is what I meant to say.
I’m the same way — I prefer to feel everything. It’s a totally different sort of pain… it has purpose and meaning and totally goes away after that baby is in your arms. Given the state of my spine now, even if I wanted a medicated birth, I wouldn’t let anyone with a needle near my spine. So, for me, it’s not even an option now. I also think that having an unmedicated birth in the hospital is a fair alternative. I think everyone in my closest circle would breathe a sigh of relief to hear me say that. And that’s worth something, too.
I opted for a birth center birth with my daughter, but when I was 2.5 weeks overdue I ended up getting induced in a hospital. That all went crazy wonky haywire and my kid spent the next month of her life in the hospital. I love the idea of a home birth, but I think I’m with your sister on this one. If I have another it will be a hospital birth, by choice this time. Most births go great, but my daughters was that freak case that no one can predict. Luckily stars aligned or some crap and I had her in the hospital. We’ve been talking lately about adding another little hellion to our crew so these things have been swimming around my brain lately too. It’s nice (nice is clearly the wrong word here) to read it from someone else perspective.
Ok, that birth story was scary and all but your sister is funny as hell.
Ps i also have a Van 🙂
Haha, she is. I agree.
Yay for Van!
That pic of little Hopper kills me! And I absolutely loved reading this post. You are one tough lady, my friend. And your sister seems lovely.
Love this post! And that picture of van!
I have a similar story. Tried midwife with first but he was overdue and breech and fluids were low, ended up with a c-section. Tried a vbac at home for #2. It went on for days. By the time I finally went to the hospital I was so tired. At times I thought I had already had the baby I was so out of it. Ended up almost rupturing my uterus because he was so big (almost 10 lbs) and I had been in labor so long. #3 I scheduled a c-section a week before he was due. It went fine. So yeah. Your tried, so did I. It just wasn’t meant to be. But it’s ok. We got beautiful babies in the end 🙂