The Birth of Annabelle Rose

The Birth of Annabelle Rose

By Krystle K

Like most first time moms, the second I got into my birth window at 37 weeks, I thought my baby was coming at any second. As I entered 41 weeks, my mood was definitely pitiful. Sometime after my due date, a waiter asked if I was having twins, and I almost burst into tears at the restaurant (I’m sure many of you can relate). Annabelle was due at the end of May and arrived June 11th, still covered in vernix (not a sign of an overdue baby). Seeing this for myself taught me to never treat estimated due dates too seriously, because after all… they’re estimates. With baby number 2, I just told everyone sometime between July and August, and then she surprised my socks off and came ON HER DUE DATE! Babies…they have their own schedules.

Back to Annabelle’s birth…. Nothing was happening, so I booked an acupuncture session with Dr. Deanine. She worked on me physically and emotionally. In the session, I realized I was really stressed out and anxious about my birth. I had invited 10 people to attend, and it had turned into a circus in my head. Before I left, I gave myself permission to birth alone with Josh (my husband), and before I got up from the table I was having contractions! Dr. Deanine also gave me a homeopathic remedy to take every 15 minutes that made the contractions stronger and closer together. That evening we went to dinner with friends, and I didn’t even mention I was in early labor because I didn’t want to jinx it. From midnight on, I was in active labor. We let my midwife know, and I let Josh sleep as much as he could until it got too painful to do alone. To my horror, every contraction was in my back and they were excruciating! I begged him to take me to the birthing center for hours, but he was an amazing coach and reminded me gently that my contractions needed to be closer together for at least an hour. Pressure on my lower back was the only thing that helped relieve the pain. At 6 am, we drove to the birthing center and {HOLY CRAP} being buckled into a car was terrible! I just wanted to be curled up into a ball. Once we arrived and set up, my labor slowed down a bit, and I was getting in and out of the tub. By noon, I was exhausted and a little scared. I asked Josh to call my mom. When she arrived, she said she could hear me screaming from the parking lot. I was LOUD and screaming at the top of my lungs. I knew making low tones was the key to relaxing but every contraction was a wave of anguish. I couldn’t get into a groove (In hindsight, I now know what a nasty beast back labor is because I practically laughed and talked through my whole second birth). Harmony kept telling me to “stop pushing!” but I was so desperate to get that baby out, I pushed for hours before 10 centimeters and even in between contractions. Josh later said for him the craziest part was watching my hips open. He said he literally saw my bones move, and it freaked him out! He kept it hidden though; he was my rock. I looked deep into his eyes so many times pleading for him to help me escape that pain, and he just kept believing in me and telling me I could do it. Birth was incredibly bonding for us; I’m so happy he was able to play such a pivotal role in it.

The transition happened when I was in the shower on my knees thinking about my cousin Robin. She told me how much she loved birth and how amazing natural labor was, and I remember thinking, “I’m gonna kick her butt for lying to me after this is over!” Then it hit me, she’s coming!!!!!!! I jumped out of the shower, ran butt-naked down the hall and dove into the tub. Josh, who swore for 9 months he would not be in the tub for labor, joined me and supported my body as I pushed. That moment was so surreal. She’s really coming? She’s really coming!!! She arrived at 6:09 pm on Saturday, June 11th. All I could say was, “We did it. We did it. We did it.” By “we,” I meant Josh and I because WE were a team through everything, and I couldn’t have done it on my own. If he had shown an ounce of fear, I would have absolutely crumbled.

Birth took me beyond myself, beyond a level of pain I ever thought I could endure, and was a process that birthed not only my daughter but a new version of myself. I went in a woman, and I left a mother.

We prayed the whole pregnancy that God would lead and direct our midwife, and we truly believe He did. Shortly after the birth she went to give us a little privacy, but right as she got to the door she felt the need to come back and check something. I am eternally grateful she did. Out of the corner of her eye Harmony noticed there was blood on the surface of the tub and it turned out to be a cord tear. The tear can be fatal if not detected, because the baby will bleed out through it. She quickly clamped it. We had delayed cord clamping because of its many benefits for newborns, but the tub had disguised the tear. We moved from the tub to the bed and invited our families to come and meet her. It was a truly special moment. Coming from a divorced home, special events in my life are shadowed by the awkwardness of family dynamics, but in this moment, everyone was so enamored with Annabelle that the only resounding emotion was joy. Then, my 5-year-old brother asked if she came out of my mouth or my foot, and we were all roaring with laughter.

Unfortunately, I only have one picture of my labor. I was in so much pain and so uncomfortable, that I told my mom not to even think about taking pictures. Which, of course, I now regret, but we did at least get some pictures afterwards and a video of the tear.

 

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Click HERE to watch the video.

Trigger warning: blood and my voice is really whiney 😉

 

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