The Honor of Attending a Birth
For six long days, Juliet's labor started on and off. Every night, I
tucked my phone under my pillow, waiting for the vibration that would signal the
real deal. On Monday, December 21st, the phone sprang into action and I awoke
at 6:30 a.m. to a text saying that the contractions were pretty strong and that
the midwife was on her way over. We agreed to wait until the midwife arrived
and then see if I should be on my way.
Juliet and I met a few years back, when her daughter was a toddler. I
worked as a Deaf Mentor in the state's early intervention program and provided
mentoring services to her family, teaching sign language and answering questions
about growing up hard of hearing and becoming deaf. Juliet and I connected in
more ways than one-- we both shared a love of writing and an interest in natural
birth. When Juliet became pregnant with her second baby, I casually offered to
be a doula for her. She took me up on the offer. We met for lunch and
discussed her plans for the upcoming birth.
Years ago, I studied to become a doula with the intention of making a
career out of it. I had the honor of attending several births, including an
amazing home water birth where the midwife walked in as the mom was pushing. My
third child was born at home, but since I was induced with Cytotec, his birth
wasn't quite the "natural" birth that I had anticipated. I later went on to
write an article for Midwifery Today about the dangers of Cytotec and a chapter
in the book, "Don't Cut Me Again." As the years progressed, the idea of
becoming a full-time doula took a back seat to my other jobs.
I was looking forward to attending Juliet's homebirth that morning, but she
soon texted to say that the contractions had stopped completely. At four p.m.,
her water broke. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the ingredients for the
soup that I planned to make and headed out into the rush hour. I figured it
would take me an hour to get there, but the cars in front of me moved aside and
let me pass.
When I arrived, Juliet was in the middle of hard labor but still smiling
and talking. Joel, her husband, was holding her and rocking her back and
forth. I took one look at Juliet's legs and ankles-- she was retaining quite a
bit of water and her skin looked as if it would burst. I sat down to massage
her legs and feet and get some of the swelling down. Paula was bouncing back
and forth between the rooms, stopping to rub Juliet's shoulder and then running
off to watch a movie in her room.
"Are you excited about meeting your baby brother or sister?" I signed.
"Yes, I am!"
Paula chattered and signed and moved in circles, going from her parent's
bedroom and back in to her own. I could literally feel the excitement radiating
from her. She furrowed her brow when the contractions came in waves and Juliet
vocalized her pain, but quickly smiled when we reassured her that everything was
moving along as it should.
The labor slowed a bit. During that time, Juliet's husband stayed with her
and I read a few books to Paula. After a while, I joined the midwife and her
apprentice in the living room as we waited for labor to speed up again. The
soup was cooking slowly on the stove and we helped ourselves to some dinner.
Juliet was incredibly tired from the six days of on and off labor and it
was beginning to show on her face. She pushed in several different positions,
trying to get rid of the lip that was stubbornly hanging on. She moved to the
birth stool and slowly, the baby began moving down. It wasn't quite fast enough
for Juliet.
"Tell me you're feeling some ears!" she said to the midwife. "You better
be feeling ears!" The midwife laughed.
Juliet moved back to the bed. Joel held up one leg and I held the other
and everyone gave some encouraging words. Juliet threw herself into every push,
finding energy deep down for each one. "That was a good one!" the midwife
said. I looked down and saw the baby's head begin to appear.
"Juliet! Feel your baby! Your baby is being born!" I said. Juliet
reached down and then gave a huge push. The head. Another push. The
shoulders. Several more pushes. Then a whole baby.
Diego Ruben, at a hefty 8 pounds, 6 ounces, entered the world at 9:40 p.m.
on December 21st. The winter solstice, a day that signifies the birth of winter
and the longest night.
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