I was at the end of week 41 of my second pregnancy when my labor started. I had been hoping that our son would decide to come earlier since we were in the middle of moving to a new house, but babies have their own planning and they come when they are ready. He was born 3 days before our move.
The surges started around noon that day. They felt different from the practice surges I had been having, so at some level I knew from the start that it was time. But because I was afraid it would anyway turn out to be just another round of practice labor, I decided not to tell anyone until I was completely sure.
I went about the day. I walked to the bakery with my daughter and mother in law to buy bread. The surges kept coming despite the walk, but I kept them in the background. I came home and prepared dinner. And as I was chopping vegetables for the salad I realized I had to briefly stop what I was doing every now and then to breath with a surge. At this point, I was pretty convinced it was not practice labor this time. Our son was finally coming.
During the dinner with my husband and daughter, my parents, and my mother in law, I decided to let them know that I had been having regular surges throughout the afternoon, and that I was quite sure our son would be born tonight.
I went to bed that evening hoping to get some sleep, but around midnight I realized I would not be able to sleep. I left the bedroom where my husband and daughter was sleeping, and went to call my midwife to let her know I was in labor. She asked me to call again when I wanted her to come over.
I had been planning for a home birth, and it felt good knowing I would not need to go anywhere to birth my baby this time.
I made myself comfortable in my pillow nest on the sofa, and listened to my relaxation audio track. I was breathing up slowly and deeply with each surge. It crossed my mind how familiar it all felt, and how easy. My first birth was also very easy going, although everything was new that time. This time I felt like I knew more what to expect, I knew what positions and techniques worked best for me, I felt in control, and I felt even more confident than the first time.
I was sitting there by myself for the next few hours, relaxing, listening to my playlist, tuning in to my body, snacking fruits now and then, and enjoying the silence while the rest of the house slept peacefully.
Around 4:00 my husband woke up to keep me company. Around the same time I called the midwife to let her know surges were coming around five minutes apart, and it was time for her to come over. She arrived shortly after and quietly prepared for receiving the baby. The midwife felt the need at one point to ask me to indicate when I was having a surge, she said I looked so relaxed she was having a hard time telling when I was having a surge or not.
At this point I started to feel restless. I was no longer comfortable sitting down, so I followed the lead of my body, got up, and moved. I asked my husband to place my birth ball in the shower, and I went to sit there for a while, to allow the warm water to calm my body.
After a few powerful surges in the shower, I felt it was time. I walked to the living room and sat down on a birthing stool that the midwife had provided. From there it only took about five minutes and a couple of more surges for our son to be born. It all happened very peacefully and quietly.
I felt very much in control throughout the whole process this time. I was breathing down with the final surges, gently nudging him out. The midwife received him as he emerged and handed him to me. It was around 6:30 in the morning.
Just like that, I was now the mother of two. I looked down at my sons wrinkly face feeling proud of our achievement. Well done to us!
Welcome to the world, beloved child of mine.