If you haven’t had a chance yet, read the accidental home birth, aka the unplanned unassisted home birth story, part 1.
7:28 AM We called the midwife’s cell phone. B was here. We didn’t make it to the hospital. I had a perfect pink, breathing baby in my arms. The midwife confirmed that she was breathing and had cried and congratulated us. She made sure to remind us to have B wrapped up in a towel (it was first that yellow one in the previous picture, but it was soaked with fluid. Then, it was another yellow one that she peed on, and finally this green one).
At some point in here, our friend T arrived. What an exciting time for her!
The midwife instructed Mr. Serious to find something to tie the umbilical cord. It was a couple minutes and I’m pretty sure at this point the cord has stopped pulsing (something that I wanted in my birth plan). He looked around for a minute and couldn’t find anything. He settled on a necklace I had that had a woven string necklace. He cut it apart (maybe our friend T helped) and brought it over and tied her cord off. She also asked Mr. Serious to check my bleeding, which he responded “it’s dripping!” (I have no recollection of this…Mr. Serious added! And apparently, dripping is good!)
Once the cord was tied off and the bleeding was checked, the midwife told us to go ahead and call 911 and get them to transport B and me to the hospital.
7:32 AM We call 911 to let them know we just accidentally had our baby at home. They made us stay on the phone with them and again confirm that she was breathing fine, and pink and that I wasn’t hemorrhaging (I still wasn’t and never did.) I think it was at this point that Mr. Serious was trying to find any other towels to swap out the yellow wet ones. He also had the older girls helping out to find more towels (we have a ton, but when you are really looking for them, they can’t be found).
I was also completely naked at this point (please…don’t try to visualize that), and started to get cold (I was holding a wet baby and had a lot of fluid gush all over me). So, while we were on the phone with 911 (until the fire truck arrived, they are the first responders), he was looking for clothes or something for me to wear. It was actually kind of funny. Mr. Serious was just grinning from ear to ear but couldn’t focus at all. He walked around the house, came back to the bathroom and told me he walked around in circles but didn’t remember what he was supposed to get. I reminded him. Towels and my robes.
I don’t know any times at this point as there weren’t any more phone calls. The fire truck arrived, and our friend was here to let them into the house, followed shortly by the EMTs. They had their “baby” bag that was literally labelled “baby” ready to go. The contents; a blue suction bulb, one generic baby blanket, one generic baby hat, one clamp (there should be two) and a scalpel.
They came in and suctioned B’s mouth and nose and it was completely clear (another thing in my birth plan was to not try to suction her before she was all the way delivered).
They noticed we had tied off the cord and clamped the cord on the other side. Then, Mr. Serious was able to cut it with a scalpel (which was a little frightening).
The EMTs kept asking Mr. Serious to try to find some clothes to get me dressed (which I found funny considering I hadn’t delivered the placenta). He took my one pair of pants I had packed in my suitcase out and put them somewhere (yes, I got to the hospital with no pants!). I ended up asking for a robe for my upper body and they threw another robe on my legs (I have a lot of robes, thank goodness). Our friend, T, bless her, saw way more of me than any friend should and even came and put some socks on my feet. Did I mention I was cold?
While the EMTs were getting me ready to be transported (I don’t remember how I got on the stretcher. I think I climbed on.) The older two girls got to kiss their newest little sister and say hello. Never once were they scared or asking any questions. They were just excited that their new sister had arrived.
They wheeled me out to the ambulance with one of the EMTs carrying B and then they gave her to me. They started doing all of their mandatory monitoring of me (BP, painful stickers for monitoring my heart rate and putting in an IV, which I really wish I would have refused. My hand still hurts.) and checking me and B over. I got B to latch on and nurse and she nursed the entire way to the hospital! Of course, with the nursing came the additional cramps and contractions of my body trying to deliver the placenta. The EMTs had no desire to help out with that!
Mr. Serious followed the ambulance in our van. During that time, he called my sister, his mom and my mom. Nobody had any idea what was going on. Since I was rear-facing, I was able to see him in the van he entire time, and he was able to see me.
Once we arrived at the hospital, the midwife came up to me and said “you must be Krystyn. I knew you weren’t going to make it here without a baby in your arms!” Apparently, she could tell by the sound of my voice.
Mr. Serious took some more pictures of B (notice the black string, that’s what we tied her cord off with) and he really got a good look at her. During that time, the midwife helped deliver the placenta (thank goodness), and put in two stitches. We also got her stats; 7lbs, 13oz, 19.5 inches (but she was 21 inches two days later). They asked us what time she was born, and not thinking to look at our phone records, we guessed 7:30am, so that’s what they put. Turns out we were probably about 5 minutes off.
The nurse for B was amazing. She didn’t do anything we didn’t wanted and asked about everything. We didn’t want the erythromycin in her eyes or the hep-B vaccine (we will do it later, just not the day she’s born) and did do the vitamin K shot. She left her completely naked and put her back on my chest so we could have as much skin-to-skin time and got her nursing again. Eventually, we were moved to our room.
I wanted to get out of the hospital ASAP, and the midwife agreed, but the pediatrician on call required us to wait 24 hours for PKU testing and biliruben testing. Of course, that ended up being a lot more than 24 hours but we were finally home the next day (12/30….my mom’s birthday) in the afternoon!
B was all ready to go hours before they finally discharged us! Her little onesie was made by her Aunt Emily and hat by her Aunt Rachel. So special to have a custom going home outfit.
It was nice being home. We were able to get a cake for my mom (who flew in last minute to come watch the girls and help us out for a couple days) for her birthday. And, we still have to think of a way to thank our friend T. She did laundry and cleaned up our bathroom. If that’s not a super special friend, I don’t know what one is!
I received a copy of the certificate of birth (not birth certificate), and it said she was born at the hospital, with that city and county of the hospital listed. Not cool. I called and they are changing it because, she wasn’t born there! I think we all deserve to have it correct on the birth certificate.
I also have to give mad props to Mr. Serious. He really was awesome and amazingly calm throughout everything, too. I highly recommend reading the Hypnobirthing book, both mom and dad as it really does change your frame and state of mind, no matter what birth you plan on having, or don’t plan on having!
When I was unpacking our hospital bag, I found the copies of our birth plan. I read over it, and every single thing that was on there happened just as we wanted. Well, except for being at the hospital in using a birthing tub (oh and the dumb IV in the ambulance). The weeks leading up to her birth, I prayed for a calm and quick birth. I think most of it was pretty calm and I’d say less than 6 hours is a pretty quick birth. So, God listens!