12.9.09 For me, the journey to Maizie’s birth was epic, a difficult pregnancy that required endurance, faith, and mercy. But one year ago today, my pregnancy took a turn to Maizie’s birth, and I’m returning to cairns along the way–writing touchstones of this time, and taking small moments throughout the day to remember my birth story as it unfolded, right about this time, one year ago today…
~8am One year ago today, just about this time, I woke to storm colored clouds and a snow muffled earth. The schools were closed. The roads were snow covered and slick, and the neighbor got his car stuck in a snowbank on our driveway, blocking me in. The power went out and a thin cord of fear laced through me…I was a few days from my “due date,” but my life seems to be composed of good stories, and a birth in a blizzard with no power and no way to drive out of the house seemed like a good story. My cell phone rang. My friend Karen called to say, “You DO know you’ll go into labor today, right?” We both had a laugh, and then the cell phone went dead. I tried to call her back, but the call wouldn’t go through. The cell towers were so congested from the widespread power outage that it was my last phone call all day, in or out. Blizzard + widespread power outage + no cell service + inability to drive anywhere = ripe conditions for birthing, ripe conditions for story.
~11am Right about now, I tended the fire and watched the snow falling, falling, falling. I sipped red raspberry leaf tea, and I found our last spare jug of water–we have a well, and the pump is electric. I tried not to worry about going into labor. Surely I would have enough time to walk–or ski, if the snow kept coming–to the ranch for help. After all, my mom had labors of 24+ hours with me and my brother. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how my midwife, Kiersten, predicted I would have an “efficient” labor–she said this on two different occasions. She said I fit her “profile”–built tiny but strong with efficient muscles. The second time she mentioned this, Tadz tensed and asked, “Well, how fast do you think it will be? Do you think we’ll make it up here?” The Taos Midwifery birth center (which feels more like a cozy home) is an hour from our house–on good roads and without any slow-moving vehicles in the winding canyon. Kiersten responded that I would make it, not to worry. Tadz asked her how many women hadn’t made it to the birth center, and Kiersten counted them on three fingers, and recounted the stories. Kiersten has attended a lot of births–A LOT–so three fingers didn’t worry me. At the time. Now, however, I could imagine three fingers turning to four. So I read and sipped and tended, and then I fell asleep for 3 hours. When I awoke, the power, phones, and vehicle were still out of commission.
~2pm And now, one year ago…I got my “labor project” ready for whenever I started labor. I had been counseled to have a project ready for the long hours of early labor, so I dug out my wedding and blessing photos from Kenya–stacks of them–and a beautiful leather album I purchased in Kenya. I planned to put my wedding album together, finally, once labor started. If you know my birth story, you’ll know why this is humorous. And you’ll know why that album sits here, still empty.
~3:30pm The snow stopped falling; I got up from my nest on the couch and put my boots on. I zipped Tadz’s puffy black down jacket around my belly; I looked like an 8-ball with limbs. I took the dogs for a hike in the fresh snow, veins of orange and pink already in the sky. It was perfectly silent, save for the crunching snow beneath me, and the “shooosh” of snow moving around the dogs’ legs. The peace and stillness seemed intense, and the beauty powerful. It was almost too much. On my way back to the house, I scaled the 4-strand barbed wire fence one last time as a pregnant woman, a fence my un-pregnant friends and family need help climbing over, and I thought to myself, “I might be able to say I climbed over this thing the same day I went into labor.”
~6:30 pm Tadz came home from work and we ate dinner by candlelight after lighting the gas range with matches. We read books with headlamps next to the blazing woodstove. We talked about having regular “power outages” because the glow was so warm, and life felt so simple. I said something about being happy I didn’t get any stretch marks on my pregnant belly, and I joked that I would probably sprout a whole crop of them seconds before labor. I didn’t feel the baby moving very much and I thought she must be gathering strength.
~9:00 pm The power came back on. It seemed sudden and loud. I turned the computer on, wrote emails to the family letting them know we were all okay, and no, there was no baby yet. I didn’t feel any different, other than the power was back on.
~9:20 pm While checking Facebook, I heard and felt a sudden “POP!” low in my belly, then a warm trickle; I thought it couldn’t be my water breaking, because in the movies, it always comes out in a flood, drenching everything and everyone in the waters’ path, and I wasn’t having any contractions. But what else could it be? I got up and walked into the kitchen silently, but Tadz took one look at my face and instantly jumped from his seat, yelling out, “This is it! This is it, isn’t it?!?” We called Kiersten and she told Tadz to make me some food and to go to bed, because at around this time tomorrow, we would need the strength. Tadz put Trader Joe’s chicken nuggets in the oven.
~9:35 pm I started having what I thought might be contractions. But I wasn’t sure–I had never felt contractions before. I told Tadz I didn’t want the chicken nuggets. We decided to start packing for the birth center and called Kiersten. While we were on the phone with her, I began to suddenly have CONTRACTIONS. There was no question or uncertainty. Kiersten asked Tadz to start timing the contractions and to prepare to drive up to Taos. Our carefully organized phone tree was out the window as my husband called everyone and their brother.
~9:47:40 pm Tadz starts writing down the timed contractions (we still have the piece of paper). Contractions less than two minutes apart, lasting about a minute or more. Kiersten tells us we need to start driving. I am dropping to the ground on all fours with each wave, head tucked under me & jaw loose, vocalizing, trying to cope with the sudden intensity, trying to figure these contractions out. The learning curve is steep; this baby is not interested in a slow, peaceful labor. It feels like I’ve never ridden a horse before and I’ve been offered a racehorse as my first–no speed between zero and 50mph. Galloping waves knock me down, again and again…but now I’m learning to ride them. The power is wild and unimaginable. Voltage. I feel like a herd of mustangs–not one horse but the herd–the energy drumming and rippling through muscles as one, the spirit and consciousness of many channeled into one great force, the very earth quaking with the magnitude. I ask Tadz to hang up the phone as he walks by me, laughing excitedly to whomever he is talking. He doesn’t hear me, so on his way back past me, I grab his arm and tell him we need to go. NOW. I am excited and confident, exhilarated. I am riding the unknown and I have never felt so powerful. I lean forward, urging, and give my body the reins.
~10:15 pm I am in the car. I had to drop to my knees in the snow and ice and gravel 4 times just from the door to the car for contractions. I feel the need to labor on all fours in the backseat, so all the bags of stuff I wanted to pack, but will not need, must be moved and rearranged to make room for me, and the baby’s car seat must be removed. I tell Tadz I will not make it to Taos before having this baby.
~10:25 pm It’s only been an hour since my water broke, a little more than a half an hour of labor. Tadz calls Kiersten while driving and asks her how to deliver a baby because we’re not going to make it, and the baby is going to come out in the car. I hear him ask her if he should turn around to go home and call all the neighborhood women over to help. She tells him to drive to the hospital, and she tries to get another midwife to meet us there in the parking lot, to see if I’m actually going to have this baby imminently. We call another midwife, Seva, who is in Santa Fe at the time, and she hears me in the background, moaning, and says “I won’t even make it halfway to the parking lot before she has that baby.”
~10:45 pm The streets are black with ice, and Tadz slides past our local hospital entrance. When we park, Tadz jumps from the car screaming for a gurney. Someone meets us with a rickety wheelchair that doesn’t push straight, like the worst grocery cart you can imagine, and the guy doesn’t even work in the hospital. He is a friend of a cousin’s stepbrother, or something, who works there. I don’t want to sit in it anyway–it’s physically impossible for me to sit. So I walk, interrupted by 4 or 5 knock-you-to-the-ground contractions from the parking lot to the ER doors. I have drawn a crowd of onlookers. I had imagined a slow labor in soft candlelight, carefully chosen music and hypnosis scripts on my iPod, long coaxing walks in the desert: this is not it. I am a stampede overtaking the ER.
The lights are bright, and there are dozens of pairs of eyes trained on me in the ER waiting room as I drop for more contractions on my way to the entry desk, and a little boy looks terrified–I am wild, my contractions ripple out around me and threaten to flatten anyone who dare attempt to tame them. I feel amazing, brilliant. It is not the way I expected to feel–so fierce. Some of the ER staff are gathered around, and I hear one of the nurses say, “She’s bad-ass!” I am feeling powerful and confident–I am almost laughing. The power of the universe is coursing through me. I’ve never felt such intensity before, and while it’s incredibly painful, I love it. I’m having this baby. My body is doing what my body was designed to do–it’s inevitable, it’s destiny, it’s a force that cannot be reckoned. There’s nothing I can do to make it stop, and I don’t want to. The stampede is not scary when you are the stampede–but if you’re trying to stop it…look out.
~11:15 Someone has pushed me into a wheelchair, and she is running down the hallways to Labor and Delivery. She is screaming at people to get out of the way and telling the nurses that the baby is coming out. One of the nurses asks me how many babies I’ve had. I tell her none. She looks surprised and says, “Wow. You’re doing really well. With the pain, I mean.” People rush at me and start tearing my clothes off and trying to hook me up to machines. I start to feel manhandled and scared. I’m at 8.5 or 9cm. The ER doctor is ready to catch the baby because they don’t think the OB on-call will make it in time. I don’t have a birth plan, because I didn’t need one for the midwifery center, and in my state, I can’t for the life of me find the words inside. The nurses can’t find a heartbeat with the tape they wrap around my belly. They are asking me when I last felt the baby move, and I can’t remember. Panic. The lights are so bright and I don’t know any of these people. The herd is splintering; the power shifts to fear. I ask for a bath to be filled; I want a water birth. The hospital does not “do” water births. The nurses tell me I don’t have enough time for a bath. Tadz asks them to fill it anyway. I feel myself trying to stop the stampede–the wild whites of eyes, uncertainty, the power isn’t channeled and it starts to feel dangerous.
~11:45 The OB on-call has arrived and informs me that she will be inserting an electrode in the baby’s scalp to find and monitor her heartbeat. I refuse. I know the baby is fine. She gets very angry and tells me that she has two patients here and I don’t have the right to tell her how to manage her other patient, my baby. She says something harsh that makes me feel like I would be threatening the life of my baby if I don’t make the decision to insert the electrode. Tadz tells her not to speak to me that way. I am paralyzed with fear, and I agree to the electrode. The electrode is inserted. The baby is fine. But I am shutting down.
~12.10.09 12:30am I am still at 9cm. I feel scared and powerless and nauseous. I am stuck in transition because I feel unsafe and watched; I want to go somewhere dark to hide. I start saying I can’t do it, and I feel as though I might be dying. One of the nurses holds my face in her hands and looks into my eyes; she says, “You can do this. You can and you will.” I realize I am stuck in transition, and that I need to find a way through it, not out of it. I feel something like hope. Tadz calls Kiersten. She says I need to be alone. She suggests moving around and listening to running water. We go into the bathroom, alone, and run water into the bath. I sit on the toilet, and I lose myself in the sound of water. Tadz tries to get me to use my hypnosis, and I open my eyes and ask him to be quiet. I start chanting in my head, “Surrender. Power. Surrender. Power.” Over and over, like a wave and a trough. I don’t remember much else from the outside–I go inside and I’m in a timeless space. Eternal. I’m the ocean. Not in the ocean, but AM the ocean. From the waves crashing come horses. I AM the herd. Dark warm rhythm. Hoofbeats. Shoulders and flanks shuddering. All of a piece. Connected. Fluid. Surging flesh.
~1:20am I open my eyes quite suddenly and announce, “I’m pushing.” Tadz looks stunned. The power of the universe is channeling through my body and it feels as though I could break cleanly in half. I move around, feeling like the baby’s head is stuck above my pubic bone. I breathe through the contractions, and two or three pushes per contraction feels right. The nurses start yelling at me to lay back, to hold my breath for 10 seconds and push as hard as I can. I don’t. It doesn’t feel right. I have learned from my earlier experience to trust my body and to make my body the safe space of power. I tell them no. Politely but firmly. I tell them my body knows what to do. Tadz is amazed at my clarity, because I seem so internally focused he doesn’t realize I can hear everyone, or that I can respond intelligently. He feels scared because the way the nurses are yelling at me makes him think something is very, very wrong. I know everything is right. The baby and I work together and she slides under the bone. I am roaring–or lowing would be a better way to desribe it–low and deep, from the belly, not very loud. I do not scream. Only lowing. A low thunder rolling across the desert. A herd of thundering hoofbeats.
~2:10am Maizie crowns once. I push once more and her head emerges. It is the greatest relief I have ever felt. The doctor exclaims before Maizie’s body is out, “She looks exactly like her mama!” Tadz screams, “Yes! Yes! YES!!!”
~2:12am I push Maizie Blue into the world. She comes out with such force that she slides right through the doctor’s hands and, fortunately, lands on the bed. She does not cry. She never cries. I reach for her and someone gives her to me–I don’t know who because the only thing that exists is this baby. I don’t study her face right away–I hug her to my breast, skin to skin, smelling her sweetness, and someone wraps a blanket around us. I don’t remember saying anything–I just remember fierce love and a feeling of my soul opening wider. A dawning. Tadz says, “We have a purple potato!” I finally look at her, and I’m surprised by how alert she is–her eyes are wide, taking everything in. She can already hold her head up on her own. She is big–7 lbs 12 oz–and she is strong. And she is singing. She sings when she breathes, when she nurses, when she sleeps. She is the sweetest music I have ever known. Tadz says I look like I “just stepped out of a salon” within seconds after birth–I snapped back from labor-land instantly. I feel as though I could climb Everest. I drink gallons of juice. The mood in the room is outrageous excitement coupled with brand new giddy love. We all agree that Maizie would most likely have been born in Taos Canyon, had we not stopped at the hospital. I don’t sleep for days–not because Maizie keeps me up, but because I can’t bear to miss a moment–I want to witness each sigh, breathe each breath, touch this impossibly perfect skin. It is 6 days before I sleep longer than 45 minutes. I have so much energy and I have an insatiable need to hold her and memorize everything about her. This new love sends Tadz and I off on a babymoon–we feel like newlyweds, like there is no world outside of our own. A baby cocoon.
Happiest of first birthdays to the sweetest of peaches…my little pony girl, Maizie Blue. I am blessed by your delivery, and honored to mother you. Wishing you a life of peace and poetry, giggles and sunshine, and a whole herd of stories as adventurous and wild as your birth.