Somehow April passed me by without my noticing. We were so busy trying to catch up on school and life after several weeks of sickness. And in the midst of it all I forgot to do Ezra’s birth story on his birthday. Thankfully Ezra’s pretty easy to please, and I know he’ll forgive me.
Ezra was my third baby and my first successful home birth! My first attempt at a home birth ended with me transferring to the hospital which then turned into a caesarean. My second attempt at a home birth also ended with me deciding to go to the hospital. I was determined this time to stay at home and have the natural, unmedicated birth that I had long dreamed of.
The pregnancy was easy until the last month. Then I started to have regular Braxton-Hicks contractions that had me believing I was in labour. After several times I finally realized what was going on. They usually happened in the middle of the night leaving me exhausted the next day. Thankfully, my husband was generally able to take our two other children out (usually to the nearby zoo) so I could nap.
Then I started to go overdue. I’d already gone through several weeks of contractions and was starting to get discouraged. I even asked my midwife, “How will I know when it’s the real thing?” She said I just would know.
Finally at nine days past my due date I woke up around two in the morning (again) with a contraction. Only this time, I knew it was the real deal. I still don’t know what made it feel different, but it did, and I knew it.
I waited a while just to be sure and then called my midwife. She came over a couple of hours later. In the meantime, my husband blew up the kiddie pool we had bought for me to labour in. I was hoping for a water birth.
By breakfast time my mom had come over bringing a friend who had agreed to watch my other two children. Sometime in the late morning I remember looking out our upstairs window and feeling so peacefully happy watching this friend play with my children. It was such a great feeling to know that they were having fun and well cared for.
Around noon I got into the pool and it felt wonderful. Soon though the contractions became stronger and closer. My body tends to double and triple peak as I go into transition – not fun. I do a lot of shaking – also not fun. I kept saying, “I can’t do this” and everyone around me kept saying, “Yes, you can.” I was so mad at them that they wouldn’t listen to me.
Finally, for the first time in three births I felt the urge to push and started to. The only problem is that the midwives weren’t happy with the baby’s heart rate. Somehow, with my husband’s help, I got out of the pool (I couldn’t believe I could move around like that at that stage) and a couple of pushes later I was holding a screaming baby. Ezra was just so unhappy. Of all my babies, he’s the one I remember really crying and crying.
I was over the moon. I had my baby and the home birth I wanted even if I did miss out on the water birth part.
Ezra was just such an adorable baby. He had the cutest smile – he still does – and lots of hair.
Ezra is someone I can always depend on to help. He makes a terrific coffee cake and can bake bread. For the longest time he lived in Noah’s shadow as far as legos creations go, but he has really come into his own and has made some awesome things with legos. He has dyslexia, but we have a program that we do exercises in every day that is helping him to overcome this. He is our resident artist and cartoonist. We’ve had lots of laughs at some of the funny things he has drawn. I am so excited to see where Ezra will go in life.