I am going to attach the birth story my doula wrote but would like to add a few notes or renditions. I will include these in parenthesis.
The Birth of Emma Jean
As Written by Lauren Scarbrough, Birth Doula
Your labor contractions began around 6:30 on the evening of June 7th, 2 weeks after your little one’s initial due date…you were ready to meet her! You let me know that they had started early that evening and ended up calling me at 2:45am on June 8th to tell me that your membranes had released and that I was to meet you at the hospital. I arrived at BLANK in BLANK, Oklahoma at 4:30am as you were still getting settled in. You seemed to be struggling through contractions on the bed and after you were all checked in with the hospital staff you moved to the bathroom and labored on the toilet for half an hour. At 5:30 you were 3cm dilated and 100% effaced. The lights were low as you got on the birth ball, leaned over the bed with a blanket draped over you and rocked back and forth through contractions while your birth playlist filled the room. Kourtney, your little girl’s godmother, soon arrived and brought immediate comfort and warmth into the room. You began feeling the effects of little sleep and battled a lot of self-doubt. You requested IV pain medication at 6:15 but because of your baby’s heart rates the medication would not be a possibility. After working through contractions for another hour you requested an epidural in order to get some much needed rest.*I hadn’t slept in three days and labored for a full 16 hours before asking for medication) It seemed that the wait for your pain relief was endless…(I waited an additional 2 hours for any pain med relief) Justin really stepped up to the plate, he calmed and centered you. He held you tenderly and quietly as you leaned into his chest to find comfort through the intensity and exhaustion. He was who you looked for as a contraction began to build and he never left you alone.
By 8:30 the anesthesiologist had come to administer your epidural. Though it took awhile to “set up” you were finally able to rest. Justin was able to sleep as Kourtney and I chatted with you…sometimes verbally processing your birth experience and sometimes sharing about family and life experiences. An hour later you had progressed to 5cm and seemed pleased to know that “things were going somewhere”. Justin’s grandparents visited a few times, in and out of the room with radiant smiles as they made sure that everyone was taken care of. By 10:30 you were dilated to 7cm and your labor seemed to slow down a bit. You were 7cm two hours later and were able to kindly refuse the Pitocin that was offered to you as you trusted your body and baby to do what needed to happen. You used acupressure to increase the intensity and frequency of your contractions as your nurse tracked them. You switched positions often for about an hour and slept deeply for another hour. When you woke at 2:15 you had progressed, on your own, to 9cm…much to the surprise of the nurse! Your hormones were causing a lot of nausea as you went through transition and nothing seemed to help.(They gave me three different kinds of medication and I still vomitted six times WHILE pushing.) Justin, Kourtney and I surrounded you with love and encouraging words as we worked to get you comfortable and settle in for another nap.
You began pushing at 4:30pm; it was difficult for you to find a comfortable position on the bed and were still battling with extreme nausea.(Everytime I beared down to push I would vomit!) You could feel the sensation of your contractions building and pushed on your own time, despite your nurse’s promptings. I kept cold rags rotating from your forehead, neck and chest as you were hot and shaky from your hard work. Justin and I helped you push your legs back towards your chest during your contractions. The epidural made it difficult to gage progress with your pushing and you became quite discouraged after a couple of hours. “I just don’t feel like I’m doing it right” you whispered under your breath.(NO ONE told me if I was doing it right despite asking) I got my rebozo out and played “tug of war” with you as we pulled on opposite ends of the scarf while you were pushing. This seemed to center you and bring you confidence and you began to make visible progress with your pushing as your baby came slowly down. After almost 4 hours of pushing and experiencing deep exhaustion with minimal progress your doctor suggested that a c-section might be the best option. You decided that that would be best for your baby and consented to the surgery (Emma was stuck and if I continued to push she was going to break my pelvis, her shoulder, and neck IF they could get her out) . After spending some time alone with Justin, you were prepped for surgery and were taken back to the OR at 8:15pm with a tender kiss from your husband and the comfort that you would have your little girl soon. Justin and I met you in surgery about 20 minutes later and took our places on either side of your head. He gently held your hand as I stroked your forehead and asked you about California and your childhood. The pulling and tugging made you uncomfortable, but you were able to verbalize your feelings and breathe through your fears as your little one came into the world.
Emma Jean Moore was born at 8:49 pm on June 8th; she weighed 8 pounds and 11 ounces and was 21 and ¾ inches long. She had thick dark hair and sweet plump lips. She was soon taken to the nursery with Justin following close behind her; you were able to kiss her on her way out. Justin Timberlake’s new cd played through the OR as the surgical team finished up with you. I continued to stroke your forehead and distract you with small talk as your body shivered and you longed for your sweet girl. “Absolutely nothing has gone like I wanted it to” you muttered in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the OR. Little did you know that it would be days before you were even able to hold your little girl. However, through it all you remained brave and strong and you seemed to welcome each new challenge that came your way. Both you and Emma fought a tough battle and were examples of genuine strength. What an amazing way to bring such a beautiful child into the world…
You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I praise you, so wonderful you made me; wonderful are your works!