The birth of Violet-Rain Tinkerbell Miller
Written September 2006.
I am writing this now 18 months after my free birth. Just like when we got married, we didn’t feel different immediately, and I/we did not have words or completed thoughts and feelings about our birth experience immediately. I have always been the kind of person who feels everything first …only after some time and reflection can I give words to my experience.
I will sub-title each part, as not all parts are the birth story itself- but about the ramifications and effects of such a choice, before and after the birth.
Midwives:
Part of why I wanted to write this is because of how a free birth affects a midwife, from my point of view.
I have had a strong desire to become a midwife since my first birth, but was shy about saying so, not sure if I were not good enough to do it.
After my second birth, I was less shy about it, but still felt fearful about admitting that I felt I belonged to the circle of women that I felt ‘belong’ in that position.
After my 3rd birth, I had to re-evaluate everything! I felt a strong desire to help women not just ‘feel’ empowered but to actually BE empowered and to allow them to lead their births the way I had, but where did a midwife fit in with that picture in my head?
After my 2nd birth my midwife and I have befriended each other. I immediately told her I was pregnant with my 3rd, heck- we told her before our parents! I was thrilled to think of birthing with my friend at my side. She was excited too. As the pregnancy progressed, many issues and miscommunications came about and put strain on the relationship. I did not want to make my family monetarily uncomfortable for care I felt I was not going to need this time.
I was having a hard time giving words to my feelings, and they were causing me increasing discomfort when thinking about the prospect of having my friend being there: as my midwife. A good illustration of this: I recall having a prenatal appointment with her at her home after having dinner with our husbands, and asking her to “not be so midwife-ey”. She wasn’t being weird per se, I see now in hindsight that I just didn’t like the feeling that I get from letting someone else take care of me – the feeling that I was giving that responsibility over to her. We stopped having her care for me around 28 weeks. I look back on all my pregnancies, and see where I let go of ‘me’ by having a midwife lead my care. After we discontinued the prenatal care relationship, she “urged” me to “seek prenatal care else where” in her official letter {that she sent Certified Mail to cover herself legally, but still very annoying} I read that as “something terrible might happen to you if someone doesn’t watch over you”.
These midwives were not overbearing women, but for me, having someone care for me was like stepping back and saying “no, you first” and not taking the lead in my pregnancy. In my 3rd {this unattended}, I took extremely good care of myself, watching my nutrition closely; using herbs and other supplements when I felt needed or saw appropriate. I monitored my blood pressure and urine occasionally, and rented a Doppler to check baby’s heart rate. I had acupuncture through out my pregnancy to deal with the standard ails of pregnancy. In my other pregnancies, I had just ‘not worried much’ and felt like I would be told do anything over and above leading my regular life if it was needed. There was a huge, empowering difference this time.
Socially, I didn’t want to be ‘wrong’, so I quit attending all the groups where my midwife was a member also, I didn’t want to talk about my choice in public…yet. I didn’t want to be ‘wrong’, especially after “announcing that I could do it myself” {by no longer having a midwife} to our mutual friends, and have something ‘bad’ happen. I needed to be of my own sound & quiet mind. I also did not know how to tell the woman who had been my closest friend that I didn’t need her, that I didn’t think I needed a midwife, with out implying that I didn’t believe in what she does? I couldn’t. Our friendship fell apart. It really hurt. It wasn’t personal, it was about where I was going, and what I needed to go through to get there.
A little of my history with birth:
I had my 1st baby while single, at 41w5d with midwife #1 at a birth center after 2.5 days of labor. Normal healthy pregnancy, birth, baby girl at 9.5 lbs. Missed the water birth that I really wanted because the water level was too low in the tub, so she asked me to get out at the last moment and also because she felt I needed to change position to push baby out. Delivered on knees, leaning on side of tall above ground tub. Hindsight: didn’t like that they didn’t consider that I announced on numerous occasions that I wanted a water birth, and they could have just put in more water. The midwife and the nurse assistant, while pleasant, broke a few jokes in the last minutes before the baby was born about how the didn’t ACTUALLY live at the birth center, it just seemed that way {referring to the long time I had been in labor and kept them there.} While I am sure it was funny to them, I had felt guilty most of the time I was in labor because it took so long. A blow like that just before your baby comes out is completely out of place and un-necessary.
My 2nd baby, was conceived shortly after my childhood sweet heart and I moved in together. Pregnant with a boy {read: SICK puke SICK sleeeep!} , and {guiltily to me} not wanting to be pregnant again yet, was very negative throughout my pregnancy. I switched from midwife #1 {again from first baby} to new midwife #2 about halfway through the pregnancy.
My water had broke the Sunday {5 days before he was born} in the pool, but I thought I could have just been peeing too… was very incontinent at that stage of pregnancy. Passed {by a negative} a nitrizine strip test at 16 hours after it broke…. The midwife ordered an AFI- but I couldn’t be seen for 5 days. We attempted to induce {via herbs and castor oil after the AFI came back with a score of 0 {AFI= amniotic fluid index test, measures amniotic fluid levels…I had “none”.} The neo-natologist asked me “what time did I want to have my baby” after the AFI was performed. My response was that I was going home to talk with my husband.
At this point the midwife no longer had to assist me, her consulting physician stated I should be in the hospital. I know that if I went in they would cut me open the minute I arrived, the clue being what “time” did I want to have my baby. Their reasoning being that my water was gone, that the cord might prolapse {slip out past his head}. I had had no leakage since my water broke {so we were pretty sure it was a high leak}, and he had been at +1 or +2 station since 37 weeks. This kid was low, and engaged, we weren’t worried about that. I asked her if she would stay with me, and she said yes. I signed some paper we wrote up real quick to CHA {cover her a**} saying we knew we were taking some risks….outside of medical recommendation. I thought it would make her more comfortable. She needed it legally in case we were weirdos if something happened. We took 2 doses of castor oil and herbs, had the first REAL strong contraction after she stripped my membranes, and he was born 1 hour 45 minutes later, it was a rough ride going that fast, like a train wreck inside my head. I couldn’t get a grip on myself.
We later examined the sac and had known the placental location – so we were able to verify what I thought might be true – he kicked a hole in the sac! He kicked me all day every day in the same place. {he is the same kind of kid now!} He was dehydrated, and did go to the hospital at 1 hour post birth, but, he was fine, would have been that dehydrated no matter where he was born. At least he was born at home vaginally, on my hands and knees on my bed. 41w 5d 11 whopping pounds even, no stitches no tears, thank you very much!
The birth of Tinkerbell, and her parents:
I conceived my 3rd on my 2nd’s 1st birthday. Oh geez, this was gonna be fun!
We had decided after my 2nd was a few months old and all the stress was gone, that it hadn’t been worth it {being stressed out}, that we would be positive about any future pregnancy, whether we thought it was good timing or not, we would have faith that all was as it was meant to be. So we rejoiced! I was thrilled, I just knew it was the little girl I had dreamt about years ago.
I was pretty sick, but acupuncture really helped, and my husband was a master smoothie maker thank goodness- since that was all I could eat my first trimester. So we infused them with vitamins and nutrients since I couldn’t stomach much else. We became masters of the blender. I stuck to organic because I could tell/see/feel the difference.
13 weeks came and I felt great, and I enjoyed my pregnancy except for stress with midwife and not knowing about whether or not I still wanted one. Near 5 months the stress had built up to the point that we {both the midwife and I} needed to discontinue care. I felt free! It was great, and then I began to research everything could to make sure we were prepared for this.
I bought a ton of Homeopathic remedies and tinctures, and a pretty beefy {one of everything} birth kit form inhishands.com. I almost considered renting an oxygen tank, but decided that if we needed to administer oxygen, we needed to have trained professional help, or to transport to the hospital.
The whole pregnancy I had been having acupuncture with a fabulous woman whom I became friends with, and later invited to be at my birth {to lend a hand if we needed more than our 4}, and because she was just mellow with great energy. She was pure joy {still is!} always has a smile and something positive to say. In her preparation for our birth, she asked questions like “should I do anything?” “Or, what rather, would you like me not to do?” She also did some research and bought for us Yunnan Paiyao: medicine carried by Asian soldiers in to battle; should they be shot/bleeding, there is a little red pill in the bottle, and powder to sprinkle on the bleeding part, it will make it quit bleeding. She had had an unattended birth herself about 6 months prior to me meeting her, and I was inspired to hear her story, and ‘studied’ her to learn about what “kind” of person does “that”{has a UC}. Unattended Birth isn’t anything crazy; it’s just a personal choice. It is the learned messages we have in our heads about how much a woman needs prenatal and birth care and whether or not birth is safe that decides how much we think UC is off the charts.
Side note: we never had an ultrasound, but I just *knew* it was a girl, in my heart and by my mouth… meaning that when I {like many women} am pregnant with a girl I constantly want meat/protein, and with boys, carbs. It was steak tonight baby! – and chicken YEAH! Normally we are vegetarian….
We had felt SURE this was going to be my EARLY baby. We attempted to induce at 37 weeks because I didn’t want to get as uncomfortable as I had in the past at late stages. We used mild acupuncture and herbs. Tink was not coming. Ugh. We tried again at 38 weeks with castor oil. Much pooping involved, no baby. Ugh. Again, at 40 weeks with vigorous acupuncture only, and we gave up. I was silly, she was going to come on my 1st child’s birthday {march 17}, which would put her at 40w5d. That day came and went. Ugh! I should have realized then, super stubborn baby…not a Pisces, and ARIES!
I still loved being pregnant with her though; she is such a gentle soul. So- NOT on my 1st’s birthday…ok…maybe on MY birthday? That would be 41w5d weeks like the others, I could see that. I guess this is NOT another Pisces, and the stubborn, not letting be induced was starting to make sense, this was an ARIES! Ahh, great!?!?. Horns…just like me.
41w3days: Tuesday.
My first morning pee involved some blood/mucus upon wiping, I was freaked out for a moment, then I remembered, Oh Yeah! This is bloody show. Cool! But let’s not get excited. This could happen for a while. I continued to have bloody show throughout the day, and became aware of some cervical discomfort, and some mild contractions. We have a diaper business on the internet and my mother/partner was in our home working along with a friend who worked for us part time. I didn’t tell them because I didn’t want a whirlwind of buzzing energy from them in my house. Plus- I didn’t know what was going to happen, today or tomorrow or next week….. I was excited but completely mellow that it might not happen for a while.
When it was time for mom to go home at dinner time, we asked her to take the kids so we could have some quiet time, and that MAYBE something labor-ish was going on. We packed bags for the kids to sleep over just in case. The plan was for her to come with my 1st born, now a 4 year old girl who wanted to see her sister born, and I wanted to have mom around, she missed our 2nd’s birth since it happened so fast. My husband went out and got me a baked chicken dinner with veggies, but when he got home I couldn’t eat it. 10 pm rolled around and I suggested that we get the kids since nothing was really happening, and I was concerned about my son not sleeping thru till morning and keeping my parents up. While my husband was on the phone with my mom, whhoooooooaahh! That was a REAL contraction, I started waving at him to tell her to never mind, we were NOT coming to get the kids. “Here we go” I thought!
Labor started out then, and stayed steady and progressed normally. I spent time on the toilet, pooping and peeing {clearing out}, and walking back to my bedroom dresser. In the beginning I felt scared, and had a conversation with myself-
Scared me: “crap! What was I thinking having a BABY again? !!!!!! I shoulda/woulda/coulda had a midwife and or a Doula. Could I call someone? ”
Rational me: “No, not now. Why do I need one /what would they do for me? They would simply reassure me, and for me – take away the responsibility/fear I was feeling. Get a grip and feel assured that you are right where you need to be, and that all will be as it should, we had prepared for this, and will call for help if need be. I’m just in labor, that’s all. It’s early and the hormones that will melt the fear while having pain haven’t kicked in yet.”
Soon, I felt fine, and got really primal inside. We didn’t talk at all in my labor till the end. It felt really nice to be naked emotionally and physically, and totally comfortable. We had some fabulous bagpipe music playing, we are both have Scottish roots. The constant whine/hum of the pipes was very grounding.
My dresser is kind of low, so I leaned on a pillow, bent at the waist at a 45 degree angle. I spent most of my labor that way, standing bent over and rocking/swaying my hips back and forth. I would stand up in between contractions and walk a bit sometimes. I was careful to relax my hands and other muscles, as with my other labors I clenched them, and had very sore knuckles and knees later. I focused on letting my contractions push low and out, and not letting that energy diffuse to the rest of my body. Somewhere along the way, my husband called my friend who was to come, I knew she needed to wake up and to get here from the next town over, so about 45 minutes warning. We didn’t call mom to come and bring my daughter because we thought it might be a while, and I didn’t want a parade while I was in this primal calm state.
It came to me that this might take a while and had already some time had passed {I guessed, we were totally in a labor time warp} so maybe I should stop standing up, it might tire my legs too much. Our mattress is a soft side water bed {low to the floor on the platform}, and I had my husband get my birth ball for me to lean on it on the bed.
I leaned on it, and took a contraction…too low.
I tried to kneel on the bed and lean over the ball…here comes a big one…”yuck!” The ball was too big.
He ran and got another medicine ball we had been lent, it had those nubs all over so he put a comforter over it….contraction came- whoa bigger one…Ugh! Nubs suck! Could feel them through the blanket. “yuck” was all I could muster to say. He knew what was wrong.
He ran and got the kids ball, smaller than a regular birth ball, and here comes…whoa really big one! And as I learned; a MUCH harder ball. In the middle of this breaking contraction, vocalizing all the while, I decided I could not lean on this rock hard ball anymore. I rolled off the ball on to my back onto the other side of the bed. While there, only for about 2 seconds {really} I thought to myself, ‘I cannot believe they [most hospitals] make women do this [lie on their back] their entire labors. I would surely die, or hurt someone who made me do this, how terrible.’ Still in this contraction, I rolled over again, onto my hands and knees on the floor.
When it was over, I wanted to check and see if I could feel our baby. I barely touched the outside of my labia and decided better to not, it hurt. I also decided I needed to get into some water, to get into the hot tub. It might slow my labor down I thought, but I needed a break. {hindsight: the beginning of transition}
We walked quickly to the hot tub, and got in. I didn’t want another contraction on the way to the tub. I got in the water, and squatted on the bottom of the tub. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. What relief the water brought. I waited several minutes and realized my contractions had stopped. I decided to stand up out of the water to get it going again. I would stand in between contractions until they were strong again, about 5 contractions. {hind sight: pre-pushing lull} Where was our friend? She should have been here by now, she might miss it! After 2 full-on strong contractions in the water I decided to try checking again. Easy, ok. I got my first and middle finger in my yoni {vagina} to about the second knuckle of my finger and there she was! Whoa! Almost out!
Wow.
I asked my husband if he wanted to feel her, and he did. He was amazed. “That’s her head?” He said rhetorically verifying what I had said. After that, I got very primal again, not thinking in words at all.
While in there, I felt a little bit of a cervical lip, so I waited till after the next contraction, and checked again. Still there, same place. I decided I would feel comfortable pushing it back through the next 1-3 contractions so I did. Then it was gone. Did I need to do that? Maybe not, but I did what I felt was right for me, I have had some uterine prolapse since I had my son, and was slightly concerned about my uterus getting out of the way and staying up in where it belonged.
The contractions started getting to be overwhelming me, and I was trying to climb straight-up out of the tub with each one. I leaned on the other side of the tub away from him and said sadly “I feel like saying I can’t do this…[then more upbeat] but I know that means I am nearly done!”
My husband is about as big a birth advocate/junkie/proponent {whatever word you want to say} as I am, so he has seen all of our birth/Doula/midwife education videos several times. Especially the Doula ones he watched to prepare himself to support me. It came to him that he should tell me to COME BACK DOWN HERE with him, and to get DOWN INTO my contractions. DOWN HERE is where I needed to be he said. I listened. My inner woman heard and listened to him. I faced him and braced my feet against the tub between his legs. I grasped his forearms, and he mine. We looked each other in the eyes, and I got lost in there, where I belonged. We stayed that way through the remainder of my labor, except for him giving me drinks through a bendy straw.
We heard a knock on the front door. Geez- I hope that isn’t the cops …since we were outside and I was LOUD, we were a little concerned about someone calling the police! My husband ran and got the door, it was Beth! Yeah- she made it! She stood and smiled at me, and I told her another 2 contractions and she would have missed it. We figured something happened and she couldn’t come. {She had been caught behind a drug bust on the highway, and sat for an hour waiting to go past.}
Back to labor. I felt that she was crowning, oh the ring of fire! I felt her head crowning with my hand and leaned forward, in a leaning back squat-like position. I was thinking ‘have her this way, I can catch then’. Then, through the next contraction, I felt as her shoulders were not going to be able to rotate that way, and I needed to turn over, hands and knees {just like the others I thought as I pictured me having my other 2 babies hands and knees}. I turned over, and had another contraction. Her head was half way out. Woohoo! We were doing this! I realized that in the dim light on the porch in the hot tub, my husband could not have seen that I was stroking our baby’s head –half way out!, and that he needed to be told what was going on. What to say? …”CATCH” was what I could give verbally. He said “CATCH ? ” and put his hand up to feel his daughter. “Wow! She is almost out!” He said. I thought no kidding buster, that’s MY yoni she is halfway out of! Her head passed in the next contraction. I leaned over the outer edge of the tub before the next contraction, and closed my eyes and smiled big. Beth said I looked angelic, orgasmic, and blissful. I felt orgasmic: now I know what they [other birth stories I had read] were talking about! My yoni was pulsing just like after an orgasm, I reached and held my clitoris. It was fabulous!
Next contraction was the turning-the-head-to-let-the-shoulders-through contraction. I was a little panicky and asked my husband to push on my perineum and to hurry! He fumbled a little, but no-bother, he didn’t need to, and I am glad he didn’t. This is the only birth I had not one single tear or skid mark.
She was born in the caul under water. He caught her, held her below water as I swiftly swung my leg over the baby and sat down on my bottom. I reached for her under water and he leaned forward toward me with her, keeping her under. {not more than 10 seconds total} She looked up at me from under the water. Oh was she a beautiful fairy! The amniotic fluid was glittery, like I have heard about, and she had a beautiful thick head of dark hair. I lifted her out of the water, and sat her on my leg and leaned her back into the crook of my arm to look at her.
Yep, definitely the fairy we thought she would be! And wait, yes, there is a yoni down there. We were right, it’s a girl. We had called her through out my pregnancy as I explained to my then 3 year old when we got pregnant that the baby would not be born for a while, she was still little, like TinkTink.
After:
We hung out in the tub for a few minutes, and then I decided to get out as I did not want to birth the placenta into our hot tub. I stood up and held a bowl between my legs and had a contraction. Nothing I thought, maybe next. I moved the bowl away and goosh! A sploosh of blood. Ugh. In the water! Just the separation gush. Ok, we will wait. Another minute or 2 and the placenta delivered into the bowl. I walked into the bedroom and carried the baby and my husband carried the bowl. My friend and I put Tink on the dresser to look her over. She was a tad cold, so we did a moxa treatment on her and wrapped her in warm towels.
We called mom, she brought my oldest baby {now 4} and came over. Big sister was so proud! We all were.
I was buzzing around high once the baby went to sleep about 7 am, I made food for myself and cleaned up a bit. I could not help it, it is how I feel after I have a baby.
We were all so high, and proud, and full.
March 17, 2005