Five days later, I am still completely in awe of the amazing birth that the Lord allowed me to have with Cordelia Mae. I was so blessed to have a WONDERFUL natural birth even after being induced (as directed by the doctor after the concern over low fluid levels). I was supported through the labor and delivery by my husband, my mom, a great nurse, and a wonderful midwife. I delivered at a hospital that supported my desires for as little intervention as possible, and I received great support from the lactation consultants. But I'm getting ahead of myself...
All day the Wednesday before I was to be induced, I did whatever I could think of to try and get labor started. I sat on an exercise ball anytime I sat down, but I stayed really active all day and did squats and other stretches to try and get the baby to move into a good position (not sunny side up). We got everything in order for the next day (talk about a weird feeling... knowing I was going to have a baby the next day!). I even went to church that night. My mom got into town that night so that she could be present for the birth the next day.
I sat on the birthing ball a lot after that point. I don't think I ever got back into the bed after that. I spent a little bit of time in the birthing chair until I felt a little uncomfortable. My back hurt and I wanted Tad to be able to rub it. As I labored on the birthing ball, Tad rubbed my back and read Scripture verses over me as I labored. We had hymns and worship music playing for my whole labor. It was so uplifting!
I almost feel like I can't describe this as "labor" compared with what it felt like with Vera. This time, I was much less fearful, and with each contraction I opened up instead of clenching or fighting the pain. As every contraction came, I thought, "This is not pain, this is progress." I literally did not feel like I was in pain. I kept a very open posture, with my legs spread open over the birthing ball, my arms open wide at my sides, my mouth open as I breathed, and my head raised. I mediated on verses about not being afraid. In between contractions I was still talking and smiling (I promise!).
Tad placed heating pads on my lower back while I started to have much stronger contractions (around 2:15PM). I started vocalizing at this point (oohhhhhh sounds). I felt a little nauseous and began to get more focused. I wasn't smiling in between contractions anymore, but I still thought I had a few more hours to go. My mom described me at this time as "in the zone."