Since this about all things organic or natural, I decided it would be a good place to post my son Jett's birth story. Giving birth natural is pretty organic, right?! My first son, Jack was born at home and Jett was born at our midwives home/birth center here in Oakland. I titled this post Miraculous Trauma, because that is really what it was to me. I ended up having post-traumatic stress after Jett's birth, but after some healing (mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally) I've been able to see the miracle in it all. So, this is the story of Jett's birth...
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Walking with Nana |
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Jett Stone Hyson
March 11, 2011 | 11:38 AM
8 lbs. 5 oz. | 20.5” long
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
9:30 AM - I had my first appearance of bloody show.
10:00 AM - My Mom and I set out for a walk to try and speed up the labor. We walked from our house to
Jack’s school on Redwood Road. It was 1.5 miles there (up and down hill) and another 1.5 miles back. This is a picture of one of the hills that we walked up to get back home. It was a tough walk, but we finished at 11:30 AM and I felt stronger and more prepared for labor (little did I know).
11:30 AM - We finished our walk and I took a shower. More bloody show. This time I called Selena to let her know about the “progress.” She was happy to hear from us and asked that we keep her up-to-date as anything changes. I also sent a text to our doula, Grace to keep her posted as well.
12:30 PM - We ate lunch and a few hours later I laid down for a nap.
4:00 PM - I awoke to some “leaking” from my bag of waters. Still no contractions, but we notified Selena
and Grace. For the next two hours my water leaked and gushed. It made me nervous, but our midwives
assured us that YOU actually continue to make more fluid and that we wouldn’t “run out” ;-)
8:40 PM - We went to the birth center at Selena’s request. They checked me and I was 60% effaced, -2
positioning and 2 cm dilated. They sent us home to rest. I had contractions throughout the night last ing a few seconds each with long breaks in between where I was actually able to get some sleep.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I woke up having contractions in the morning: 1 every 10-30 minutes lasting about 30-60 seconds each. I was feeling very tired.
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Labor Tincture (yum!!) |
10:15 AM - Called Pearl to check-in.
Contractions at: 10:34 AM | 10:44 AM | (ate at 10:53 AM) | 11:00 AM | 11:19 AM | 11:40 AM | (took a shower at 11:40 AM) | 12:00 PM | 12:29 PM | 12:39 PM | 12:40 PM | 12:53 PM | 1:10 PM | 1:17 PM | 1:25 PM |1:39 PM | 1:54 PM | 2:19 PM | 2:34 PM | 2:46 PM | 2:59 PM | 3:24 PM | 3:39 PM | 3:59 PM
4:00 PM - Jamal left to pick up Jack from school.
Contractions continued: 4:10 PM | 4:33 PM
4:30 PM - We are driving to the birth center. I was having contractions in the car (ouch!)
5:30 PM - We are at the birth center. Jamal took Jack to MayMay’s house (we were sad to see him go).
6:00 PM - The midwives gave me a Labor Tincture to speed up the labor “naturally.” Pearl would drop a few drops under my tongue every 30 minutes. The tincture tasted like 100 proof alcohol. It literally burned and I would have to hold it under my tongue for as long as I could, then swallow it. I made Nana and Daddy try some. They almost gagged ;-) But Mommy took it faithfully, every 30 minutes for 4 hours while having contractions.
7:15 PM - Pearl and Gionna used a Moby wrap to wrap my belly. It helped take some of the pressure and pain off of my back during contractions. My back labor was extremely painful and much more unbearable than I imagined.
7:45 PM - Daddy gave me a foot massage and then brought me some fresh strawberries to snack on.
8:40 PM - Pearl started the bath, so that I could get in. She did an exam and found that I wasn’t very dilated and that your head was sitting on my cervix, causing some swelling.
9:12 PM - We started our ipod playlist. Mommy needed a distraction. The playlist included songs like:
“Boston and St. Johns” by Great Big Sea, “Breathless” by Corrine Bailey Rae, “Can I Walk with You” by India Arie, “Chasing Pavements” by Adele, “Come Child” by Jonny Diaz, “Crazy Love” by Brian McKnight,
“Free Fallin” by John Mayer, “Held” by Natalie Grant, “I Was Here” by Lady Antebellum, “Wonderful” by
India Arie, “Killng Me Softly” by Colbie Calliat, “Love Never Fails” by Brandon Heath, “Pretty Wings” by
Maxwell, “More Beautiful You” by Jonny Diaz, “Never Alone” by Barlow Girl, “So You Can Cry” by Ne-Yo, "Take Me Away” by John Legend, “When You Love Someone” by Donnel Jones, and “Lucky” by Colbie Calliat and Jason Mraz.
9:22 PM - I climbed into the miraculous jacuzzi tub. It was so helpful in getting through the now seemingly unbearable contractions. The warm water helped ease the back labor.
9:30 PM - Our Douala, Grace, arrived. She is so sweet and although I couldn’t express it, I was happy to
have another kind helping hand.
9:45 PM - I start taking Arnica to help reduce the swelling. It is a homeopathic and I can take it every 15 minutes. I just finished my last dose of the Labor Tincture (thank God)!
9:48 PM - Listening to the music. Grace has a very soothing voice.
10:10 PM - Baby’s heartbeat is still strong.
10:45 PM - Pearl gives a pressure point massage to help speed up labor. Contractions continue every 3-4 minutes apart, but then digressing to 10 minutes apart, then back to 3 minutes. The contractions are very irregular, but extremely painful. Much more so than I ever experienced while in labor with your brother Jack.
10:51 PM - I’m complaining that the contractions are never really ending. They start, steadily increase like climbing a mountain, they hit the mountain peak and are most painful there, then they go down the mountain slightly, then rise back to the peak twice, before coming down. However, I feel like they never really make it to the bottom before starting the climb again. Very painful.
11:17 PM - Using the birth ball to “bounce” through contractions while Daddy sits in front of me rubbing my shoulders. I use his legs as support or squeeze his hands. Grace gives me a massage on my lower back which helps with the back labor.
Friday, March 11, 2011 (Your Birthday!!)
12:50 AM - Contractions go back to 10 minutes apart. Very intense. Mommy and Daddy laid in bed to try and rest (yea, right!) between the contractions, but they were too strong.
2:07 AM - I’m exhausted at this point. They check your heartbeat and it is still strong!
2:48 AM - I had to eat a Zuma Bar for some energy, while Grace massaged my back to help with the back labor during contractions.
3:05 AM - Pearl checks my cervix again. It opens to 5 cm during contractions but closes back to 3 cm after. Not much progress.
3:15 AM - Contractions are back to 3 minutes apart. I take more Labor Tincture (yuk!) I spend a few contractions in the bathroom with Daddy. I went to the bathroom and got “stuck” there waiting for a break in contractions so I could walk back down to the birth room.
4:10 AM - Puking.
4:13 AM - Puking and Contractions. I tell everyone, “That was the worst”
4:37 AM - Contractions get more intense (if that is even possible) and Grace continues to massage me while I labor.
4:40 AM - Puking (again) from the intensity of the pain. I try to labor on my hands and knees while on the bed, but I have to change positions. The back pain is too intense. I say things like, “That was intense, very intense.” (That was my favorite word during the labor)
5:25 AM - Nana wrote in the birth journal, “Julie made her own bed up and is laying back...you are my superstar sweet, sweet girl...You and Jamal make the perfect team...Great job both of you!”
5:37 AM - I’m feeling tremendous pressure. Pearl comes to check on me. They take off the moby wrap
(again) -- It feels good to be a bit “free” -- Pearl checks your heart rate, still strong as ever! You’re doing
great baby boy!
6:17 AM - Pearl is going to do another exam, but a contraction comes so she waits...Pearl says that the
cervix is “gone around the back” -- She is going to try and push the part that is around the front over the baby’s head while I’m having a contraction.
6:27 AM - Puking (again).
6:36 AM - I’m questioning if I can do this. I ask out loud, “Am I going to be able to do this?” Everyone in
unison says, “Yes” -- At this point, I’m still not fully dilated. Active Labor caused my cervix to be more
swollen, which means Mommy has to rest and lay flat on my back. I’m continuing to take Arnica to help
reduce the swelling.
7:25 AM - Daddy draws another bath so that I can get in and try to feel some relief.
7:55 AM - Pearl says that Early Labor was just extremely long. It hasn’t actually been that long of an active labor since my cervix started opening. She will check back in 1.5 hours...this makes Mommy feel defeated. I’m feeling like I can’t go on...and an 1.5 hours seems like FOREVER!
8:10 AM - I’m crying now. I’m feeling like there is no way I’ll make it through this. I’m exhausted and in the
worst pain I’ve ever experienced. Contractions are still coming about every 5 minutes.
9:15 AM - I’m asking for Pearl. I need to have help getting through this or I’m going to need to go to a
hospital. Gionna tells me to wait until 10:00 AM and Pearl will come and check. I tell her I need Pearl now.
9:40 AM - Pearl comes in to check the baby’s heart rate and do another pelvic exam. Cervix still isn’t
fully dilated. The baby’s head is pushing the cervix forward. I thought the worst was behind me, but it was just beginning. Pearl works with me to push through contractions, even without the urge, so that she can manually get your head past the cervix. About an hour into this, we realize that if we push you over to the left (Grace did this) the cervix disappears. Turns out you were blocking it. So, Grace pushes you over while I push and Pearl “works” on my cervix. At 11:00 AM -- I can feel the urge to push and I am thrilled to see a light at the end of the tunnel and to know that I will soon be holding you in my arms. I can feel you crowning...it burns...and there is SO MUCH PRESSURE. 40 minutes of pushing on the birthing stool and Pearl asked me to stand up over the birth stool. I stand and give one last push...Pearl catches you and hands you to me as I lay back on the bed next to Daddy.
Daddy and I just laid on the bed and stared at you. In one final push, the pain is gone (well, somewhat gone) and you’re here, in our arms. You are perfect. Ten fingers, Ten toes and a head full of JET black hair. You laid on my chest, so sweet, so peaceful. The only words that I could get out were “My Baby” and I said it over and over again as I kissed your head.
Labor (n): physical or mental exertion; especially when difficult or exhausting work.
Exhausted (v): to wear out completely.
Intense (adj): extreme in degree.
The labor was nothing that I expected it to be. It was the hardest and most intensely painful experience in my life. It turns out you came out forehead first with a fist over your eye. You never fully engaged in my pelvic which means I pushed you out from the floating position. In some ways I felt like I was doing the work alone. Like you were working against me or were just along for the ride. Maybe you just liked the warm, dark comfort and safety of my womb. The labor was physically, mentally and spiritually exhausting. I fought with every cell in my body to labor through the pain, to accept what my body was doing. At times I felt completely defeated by the process. Defeated because nothing was going the way that it was “supposed” to go. Defeated because I felt as though I had lost control over my body. Yet, at other times I felt like the strongest woman in the world. I felt empowered and brave. I felt like a Mother. A Mother who sacrificed comfort, chose to feel pain, to give you the best entrance into this world.
Three weeks after you were born, I saw an acupuncturist who helped me to accept and move past the trauma of the labor. She said to me, “You feel like the experience didn’t go perfectly, because it didn’t go the way you planned it to. But the birth was perfect, because it happened how it was supposed to happen and in the end you gave birth to a healthy baby. So, it was perfect.” It has taken me a full three weeks to recover mentally from the experience. To realize that the miracle you are, is too precious to be ignored or overshadowed by the pain or trauma of the labor.
In April of 2010 we lost your brother/sister. I was devastated and heartbroken. I cried for months and couldn’t get past thoughts of all that we would miss, not ever meeting Journey. When I held you in my arms for the first time, I felt no less sad about our loss, but I felt an unmeasurable happiness that I had you. If we hadn’t lost Baby Journey, we would have never had Baby Jett. You are a miracle. You are a perfect gift from God. You are a living form of His grace and I feel blessed to call you mine. Daddy, Jack and I love you more than words can express. You are so sweet and relaxed. Your disposition reminds me of your Daddy. It doesn’t hurt that you look just like him too. I’m lucky to live life with three amazing men. You boys are my world and you, My Baby, are a perfect addition to our family. We love you, Jett.
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