Friday, October 7, 2011

Play, Pause Again ~ Part II

On the way to the birth center I contacted my midwife to let her know I thought things were moving fast so she could call the assistant.

Ha.

After several hours of hard contractions I was . . . 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced.

Um ~ that's where I was two days earlier! I prayed for help to know what was wrong and what I could do to right it.

Let me just say I have been known to say that my births are never a spiritual experience for me. I hear others talk about their experiences and wonder what I'm missing. I just feel sorry for myself in pain and usually the most spiritual I get is yelling some demand, like, "HELP ME!!"

This time was different. I didn't know what to do and was nearly in tears.

The image came to mind of a balloon bobbing up and down on water.
This is what happens when you have a long body and a uterus that has delivered a 10 lb baby. It's a little stretched and there is A LOT of room for a little guy to swim around.

Solution: Bind my stomach so he couldn't bob back up.

Check.

NOW things should get moving.

Not so much.

There were all sorts of "signs" (sparing you the details) that things were moving along but they weren't. I didn't know what else to do so I sat down on the bed and quit.

Yup. Just quit. 

That's like me, you know. This was way too hard. I'd just try again later when he's . . . say two.

I was praying earnestly for help in my heart.

Something seemed wrong.