Demetri’s Birth Story

Demetri’s Birth Story

Mama: Ariel R.

Type of Birth: Vaginal

Birth Location: Hospital

Primary Care: Obstetrician

Image by Logan Wilson Photography

People describe labor contractions as starting high in your stomach and moving all over. At 37 1/2 weeks pregnant and 24 hours before Demetri graced us with his presence, I called my OB. He said not to worry, that I was just experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions and my mucous plug was coming out. Thirteen hours later, my husband and I were preparing for our maternity photos (the ones he wanted to delay and have the following week) when the ‘Braxton Hicks contractions’ started getting a little stronger. My photographer (and friend) was running late, and by the time he got to my home I had to notify him that I might possibly be in labor. An hour and multiple constipated faces later, I told him that I was definitely going into labor and that we needed to hurry up, stop pausing for creativity, and I wanted to eat a burrito before they would starve me at the hospital.

We waited at the hospital for three hours for me to dilate from three to four centimeters, during which time my husband incessantly encouraged me to eat the popsicles and made multiple failed attempts at humor to get me through the contractions. Once admitted, I demanded drugs. I wasn’t going to pretend to be a supermom. I just needed to get through my child ripping up my stomach from the inside out. They gave me something to ease the pain until I got my epidural, and then I almost vomited.

Upon getting my epidural, I gave my anesthesiologist the third degree about his credentials, and made sure he wasn’t a quack about to stick a needle the size of Seattle’s into my spine. An hour later, my water broke on the table, to which I abruptly made sure someone took care of.

Sometime around 11 p.m., the nurse came over and started basically fisting me to ensure minimal tearing. Embarrassingly, I made a few comments on the subject, and my husband loves to remind me of every now and again.

Next thing I know, they’re telling me not to push, and I’m telling them I have to poop. Ten minutes of pushing later, and an almost faint husband (I told him not to look down there!), our son lay on my bare chest, screaming, and I was in utter shock and awe.

I didn’t mind that he was covered in goo, something I was so grossed out about before. I didn’t care that as he crowned, I could feel my vagina opening up much more than I would have liked it to. I didn’t care that I got four stitches and probably pooped on myself in front of people.

All that mattered was that I had a beautiful, healthy baby boy, and my husband was next to me telling me how proud he was. As he held our baby for the first time, Demetri kindly peed all over his favorite sweater.

Image by Bella Baby Photography

Image by Bella Baby Photography

Our family was then complete.

Image by Bella Babies Photography

Guest Mama Ariel is a 22-year-old stay-at-home-mama who is almost finished with her bachelor’s degree. She learned she was pregnant a week before she turned 21. He is now almost nine months old, and they attend lot of play dates when she isn’t consumed with school or knitting. Ariel is also the wife of a sailor who is gone a lot, so you can add part-time single mama to her resumé.

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