This is Home Birth: Baby Dahlia

On 4/27 I woke up feeling different. I knew she would be here soon. I texted a few friends asking for prayers that she stay in! It was a big day for Preston at school. The prayers worked, we did not meet our baby girl that day. I went to sleep for a few hours, but woke up to strong surges around 3am on Thursday the 28th. I began timing them. They were about 6-7 minutes apart and lasting for about a minute and a half. I tried to rest, I paced, I swayed. I woke Preston up around 4:45. I wanted to wait longer before waking him, but I just needed to tell someone! He stayed up late that night writing a paper, so he had only recently fallen asleep. When I went to wake him up, he was very confused and had no idea what I wanted. It was hysterical! When I finally said “I think I'm in labor.” His eyes lit up and he started asking questions about what had been happening so far. After we labored together for while, we agreed that we should call our midwife, Rebekah, and give her a heads up. She asked some questions and agreed that I was in early labor! She told me to rest and let her know when things started picking up. At this time I texted the rest of the birth team just so they'd be aware that it was the day! My mom came over around 8 to help get the house ready and wrangle Caden so Preston could be with me. I labored on my own and napped in between surges for a while. My doula, Ashley, arrived next, I'm not sure of the time. Maybe 10 or 11? The photographer, Shelby, arrived shortly after her and Rachel and Rebekah, the midwives, arrived around noon.

The day was here! I felt so excited and so loved; so powerful and so much at peace. My brain was constantly shifting from riding the waves as they came to dreaming about how things would unfold.

Easy labor was all about trying to find my rhythm. Baby girl was facing the wrong way, so it was important to let gravity do its job, but I just couldn't get comfortable. Luckily, things weren't too intense yet. I was doing pretty well internalizing. My husband, mom, and doula were there for support.

Ahhh. The sweet spot. Exercise ball + my fuzzy blanket I made when I was in middle school + counter pressure during surges from my doula = labor bliss. I needed Ashley's strength during surges and I loved Preston's gentle touch.

Things were progressing as quickly as I would have liked them too. I was stuck in the same sequence for hours. I couldn't help but wonder.. When will things pick up? Why is it taking so long? Can i really do this? Why aren't I progressing?