It is true when they say that the second pregnancy is very different from the first. The difference for many is in the fact that your life is already packed with one child to mind the other one coming. If not for the daily reminders of the changing silhouette in the mirrors and some increasing signs of discomfort commonly associated with pregnancy I honestly tended to forget that I was pregnant, because I was plain busy. Busy with my firstborn daughter, busy with work - doula clients, placentas for encapsulation, DNA keepsake jewelry and busy with the household in general. While during my first pregnancy I went to the extent of traveling once a month to the reservoir in Mindanao to swim with the dolphins in order to work through my fears of childbirth, some Spinning Babies routines performed every other day (instead of daily) would be at best my outmost effort for my childbirth preparation during the second one.
Well … not quite true, I actually put a lot of emphasis on physical preparations. Natural birth champion Ina May Gaskin said “squat 300 times a day, you are going to give birth quickly”, so off I went and enrolled myself in the nearest CrossFit box. Eventually I might not have done 300 squats a day and not even daily, but I did do more squats in the six months I was working out in the CrossFit gym than I ever did altogether up to that point in my life. However, even though my gym membership was partially motivated by childbirth preparations, it still felt like I was working out for health and well-being in general and not so much as a conscious effort towards giving birth. Compared to the mothers I was working with as a doula, who were laboriously reading books, creating birth plans and watching inspiring birth videos, I was surprised to observe myself not doing any of the above. I guess there is a limit as to how much information one can take, especially when attending real life birth is part of your daily reality.
Yet, despite the general sense of business and not minding the state of pregnancy too much, I knew that birth was important and some conscious effort to envision it and make it happen was needed.
The first thing that needed to be figured out was the location. Having given birth to my first daughter Delphina at home, the daunting reality that it wouldn't be possible the second time around because of the home birth ban ordinance in Quezon City was a bitter pill to swallow. I understand the ban was passed in an effort to curb maternal and infant mortality rate among the most underprivileged communities by encouraging mothers to seek skilled prenatal care and promoting facility based deliveries, but there is always more than one side to a story. So here I found myself restricted in my birthing options and wondering what to do. What I also realized with increasing clarity is that I only wanted to work with my midwife Deborah towards my second birth. I think I could have worked something out with other QC based midwives regarding home birth, but not with the Shiphrah team who is based in Taytay. As long as the ordinance is in place they will not attend a home birth in QC, period. In practical terms it meant that if I wanted Deb to be my midwife I had to give birth in Shiphrah. As a doula I always emphasize that the choice of your main care provider as one most important decision you can make in your birthing journey. It should be someone whom you connect with on heart to heart level, who is completely aligned with your birth vision and whose professional skills don't leave any room for questioning. Deborah is the person whom I can entrust my life to, and it meant I was going to give birth in Shiphrah.
Secondly, a doula needs a doula!!! The choice of my doula was also an easy one. I've known Betty for more than four years ever since I embarked on the path of natural birthing during my first pregnancy. She and her husband Manny were essential in equipping Brady and me with knowledge and confidence for our first home birth, an experience that in itself spurred me to become a doula myself shortly after. Betty's and mine doula journeys are closely interrelated as we serve as each other's back up in case births overlap and often debrief on tricky birth situations. I love Betty's motherly touch to everything she does, so without any hesitation I proceeded to book a slot in her calendar for myself as soon as I transitioned to the second trimester. I remember we were on the phone discussing something related to the recent births when I breached the subject to her saying that I had a client to refer to her for April, that she was pregnant with her second child and was herself a doula. Also that “the client” was of Russian origin. It took Betty a while to crack the riddle until she finally caught up with the meaning of my message and laughingly accepted the "referral".
Now fast-forward to the days before the birth and the birth itself. Approaching term pregnancy I felt that something important needed to happen before I go into labour. I felt in excellent shape thanks to CrossFit training, I already amassed sizeable professional knowledge on the physiology of birth as a doula even before getting pregnant with my second child, what else needed to be done? Given that we, as humans, are three-dimensional beings - body, mind and spirit - I realized that it was the “spirit” part of my being that was yearning for attention. There was something very subtle that was bothering me and that something needed a space to be articulated, processed, clarified and let go if needed. I did not know what it was, but I knew how I could bring it out.
In many cultures a birth of a child is regarded as a rite of passage for a woman. It is one crucial event in her life, which can repeat several times with each child she conceived, that gives her an opportunity to transcend, reach deeper inside herself for strength and rise above her fears. This is why childbirth in traditional cultures is surrounded by a ceremony, which in the days leading up to labour and birth commonly involves a circle of women who share their wisdom, serve as a sounding board for her fears and anxieties and offer support to their sister’s birthing. I realized that I needed a ritual space, a ceremony with women sisters during which we would share our fears and anxieties, where we would find healing and accept blessings for our pregnancy and birthing journeys. Fortunately, soon after this realization I had a reunion with my doula Betty at the end of which we had a plan for a very unique one of the kind event – The Blessingway: A Journey into Motherhood.
The Blessingway event turned out to be my answered prayer. It is truly miraculous to observe what happens in a ritual place. We were joined by six other beautiful women mostly all pregnant mamas, some seeking a first time gentle birth experience and others a healing VBAC or simply a birth on their own terms. I had a double role, that of a co-facilitator and a participant myself. During the first part of the three-part ceremony, we let things go. With the symbolic help of the salt bowl and water we had an intimate sharing of our worries and concerns in regards to pregnancy and birth and life in general because everything is interconnected. I had to search deeply within myself for my deepest worry in order to offer it to the salt bowl and luckily it came out to the surface.
Having attended close to 70 births ever since embracing my calling as a doula I witnessed a lot of different birth scenarios. The majority resulted in beautiful gentle deliveries but some for one reason or another required medical interventions and eventually Cesarean births. This usually happens after we have tried out everything under the sun to correct a complicated situation. So many factors play out during the birth – baby’s size, position, angle; mother’s anatomy, spirit, mobility, endurance; gestational age, medical history, the way labour started; location – time limits in the hospital are different from the sense of time in a birthing center or home; attitude and support of the medical care provider and so much more. It is a great honour and joy to accompany each mother through her birthing journey, however approaching my own birth I realized that the births I had attended as a doula did change me and my perception of birth. Inevitably it became more nuanced and accommodating of different birth scenarios, even less desirable ones. I had to learn how to separate myself from my projected ideal birth scenarios for the mamas I am working with and accept what is being given in the journey of a particular mother while supporting her in her birth vision as much as possible. However, while acceptance of the changing birth scenarios in light of the difficult circumstances during birthing is great for professional work, what I needed for myself was a reaffirmation of my steadfast trust in the ability of my own body to give birth. In this regard dwelling on the complicated birth scenarios I witnessed as a doula was not helping me to find it. Through the ceremonies and rituals of the Blessingway I was able to unravel these very subtle doubts, bring them to the surface, articulate them and let them go. And not only this! The Blessingway also offered replenishment of positive energy through a special session of sound healing, reaffirmation of my birth vision through creation of my own power rocks and a shift of energy in my spirit when walking the symbolic birthing labyrinth surrounded by candle lights and women sisters. This process was a huge relief and a blessing!
Surprisingly, the very same night after the event I developed high fever, the first one in years! My body got covered with rashes and the next three days I was miserably sick. Mind you at my 38th week running high fever and practice contractions was no fun. I do believe, however, that the process of getting sick and getting better was a continuation of the purging of thoughts and feelings that did not serve my highest purpose, they literally had to leave my body through sweat and tears provoked by an unexpected viral infection. Once fever and rashes cleared I felt physically and spiritually ready to give birth to my baby.
April 13, 2017
38 weeks and 6 days
When I woke up in the morning, it felt like it was going to be another busy pregnant day. Just a few days ago I received a piece of extra equipment I needed for the breastmilk jewelry processing, so the plan for the day was to process around ten remaining breastmilk orders for preservation in the morning and to conduct a postpartum mama care session with a client in the afternoon. It was going to be a busy hot day and I was up to it!
Around 10 am I started having regular surges. They were of the same intensity as my practice surges for the last month as I was having lots of Braxton Hicks starting at the 30th week of my pregnancy. A few times they got really intense and regular that I thought it was already labour, but somehow I managed to slow them down with the change of position. On Thursday, however, the change of position no longer worked. With a tinge of excitement I continued working on the milk. Soon the process of work came to alternate with regular breaks every five minutes to breathe, moan and move my hips from side to side.
At 12 noon I am done with the milk. The reality of the immanent birthing time is sinking in and I message Deborah, Betty and Aisa, my birth photographer. “Yes, having regular contraction; yes, can still talk and smile through them; most likely later today”. As their “ready for duty” answers roll back in, I decide to get myself comfortable and that means stop working. With a bit of disappointment I cancel my afternoon postpartum mama care appointment with a client. I arrange a nice pillow nest on the bed and to my surprise hear myself moan as the next surge rolls in. It is still very tolerable, so I decide to stream the first episode of the mini-series “The Truth about Vaccines”. Care as I do about the vaccine safety issue I was looking forward to the release of the series and was not intending to miss a single episode, each only available for 24 hours for free viewing. Comfortable in my own bed I take in the pieces of valuable information in the documentary and hear myself moaning with an increasing intensity every five minutes. Delphina is getting fidgety with every moan and covers me in thousand of kisses to help me ease the discomfort.
At 3 pm my midwife Deborah is checking on me through text. My response: “Doing well. Can’t talk through the surges anymore, but can right after!” She points out that the roads to Taytay will be closed in a few hours because of Alay Lakad – a special procession to the churches located in Antipolo that takes place every year on a Maunday Thursday. I heard about those processions before but never for a moment have I considered that the traffic information in connection to Alay Lakad would be of any relevance in my life. Well, on that day it was and Deborah was strongly suggesting that we would move towards Shiphrah as soon as possible.
4 pm – the surges are getting stronger and I am hanging for my life on Brady and not letting him take his hand of my sacrum. His massage is such a sweet relief to now real discomfort in my back. Oh dear, I am having a back labour!!! It means I am having a baby in a posterior position. Gosh, all these spinning babies inversions every day did not help me to turn the baby into a neatly occiput anterior presentation. Again!!! The memory of my three hours pushing marathon with Delphina because she was a posterior baby does not give me any comfort.
The household is in commotion - our house helpers are loading the car, Delphina is asking one million questions about what is going on and where we are going, and whether it hurts and what more. Why all these questions to me? Can’t someone else talk to the four-year old child? But everyone is busy packing the car and I keep hanging on Brady for my life …and massage. All over sudden the prospect of him driving and no longer being in position to massage my back becomes the picture of hell.
5 pm – the car is loaded and we set off to Shiphrah birthing home. I assume an all-four position at the back seat surrounded by the pillows from home. I instructed my helper to bring all my pillows to the birthing center as to make it even homier. No massage on my back does indeed feel horrible, so my moaning becomes a sort of squealing while I try to soothe myself. Delphina in excitement crawls over to me and tries to comfort by kissing and stroking. It is very sweet but it’s not the back massage that I badly need, so I squeal again when the next surge rolls in. “Mama, I already kissed you, can you stop screaming now?!” “My sweet big girl, thank you, but NO I CAN’T” and I moan again to my heart’s content. Surprised, I take a mental note that I am much more into vocalizing my discomfort this time around and it feels good to make these sounds.
6 pm - we walk into Shiphrah, me with a pillow in one hand and a huge stuffed pig toy in my other hand. Betty, my doula is already there and meets me by the gate. We pass by the water birthing room and I notice the works of inflating the pool in progress. Automatically I turn left to the next room and thanks God, it’s empty and it feels like my sweet spot where I am going to labour. Contractions come in strong and it is nice to have Betty by my side. Deborah follows shortly after and checks in on how I am doing and feeling. I request her to assess the baby’s position and check me internally. For this I have to lie down on my back. If there is one least comfortable position for a birthing woman with a back labour, it is precisely that – laying down on her back. How do they do it in the hospitals? Of course it would be unbearable and epidural would be the sweetest drug in the world! Deborah assesses the baby’s position and as the next surge come in I jump on my feet, it would be impossible to stay on my back a second longer. In the vertical position the sensations are very bearable but no longer fun. For the internal exam I get positioned vertically on the birthing stool. Deborah tries to reach the cervix but it is far away, posterior and dilation can’t be assessed accurately, but it feels like 4-5 cm to her. And yeah, the baby is in transverse posterior position. With my suspicion confirmed we work out a plan of doing Lift and Tuck routine for ten contractions as suggested by Spinning Babies to help the baby rotate in a more favourable position and hopefully apply better pressure on the cervix.
6.30 pm - 7.15 pm - a matrass is thrown on the floor, candles are lit, my birthing altar with power rocks is in place and the labour is truly on-going. Deborah positioned herself behind me and wrapped my tummy with a rebozo. As the surge comes she pulls my tummy up and then in, oh dear God, this is so intense!!!! Betty pulls out her essential oils and I feel my back and neck massaged with something hot and spicy smelling. It feels good and the heat producing properties of the oils take my mind of the sensations in my abdomen and my back. The next surge comes in and with Lift ‘n Tuck in action it feels like triple force. Aisa, my birth photographer walks into the space gently. Two and a half years ago, I was her doula during her amazing home water birth, now she is there on the other side of birth witnessing her doula in labour. Click, click - goes her photo-camera. My birth team is complete. My train of thoughts is disrupted by the next contraction. Holy cow, that’s strong!! Surge, Lift ‘n Tuck, massage and me listening to a calming voice in my Hypnotracks. I am still alive, it all goes well. Then two or three more surges of the same intensity or more, NO it does not go well AT ALL! Then the memory of Deborah’s assessment comes back to my mind. 4-5 cm???!!! This is way too intense for 4-5 cm, this is just not fair!!! We are only starting and there is no way I can take another Lift ‘n Tuck, so I plead Deborah to stop. “No, this is too much for an early active labour. I need some rest. I need to go home. I will go home, have some rest and then we can resume the Lift ‘n Tuck” reasons the mind of a woman in labour, fortunately just in my mind without actually uttering it. Barely having finished this absurd thought the next surge storms in which feels like a tornado with the wind speed of 200 miles per hour, but instead of sweeping off the rooftops and uprooting the trees, the tornado contraction was about to permanently dislodge and carry away my perineum never to be seen again. At the same time I let out a sound that everybody in the room knew meant only one thing – the baby is coming.
“I wanna go pooooo” - the next thing I hear myself saying. Deborah: “Are you sure it’s poo? It might be the baby’s head pressing”. “No, it’s pooooo!” screams the birthing woman me, while the doula me chuckles “Don’t be silly, Irina. When you attend a birth, you would be the first one to reassure the birthing mom, that it’s not a poo, but merely a baby’s head pressing on the same nerve endings near the anus”. “Would you like to transfer to the room with the pool?” My birth team accompanies me to the opposite room where a professional birthing pool with a brand new lining is waiting for me to submerge in all its glory. “But the water is still cold!!!” I hear a panicked remark from ate Grace, Debora’s partner midwife for my birth. “Really?!! Well, then I will give birth sitting right next to this beautiful professional birthing pool” and I squat on the birthing chair near the pool. My doula Betty kindly offers her support at the back. While waiting for the next surge to come I decide to do what I often encourage other mothers to do when they start pushing – reaching out with a finger into vagina to feel the baby’s head, it must have an encouraging effect on the mother’s spirit. So I slip my finger in and to my surprise I find out that it doesn’t go any further than one centimeter into my birth canal bumping into the ballooning amniotic sac. Wow! That’s station +3 already, one step away from crowning. And then the next surge comes in with double tornado power shattering my female anatomy to its foundation. I am grasping my perineum with both hands trying to prevent it from being ripped from my body by this merciless force while at the same time I am feeling that a huge object is being pushed along my birth canal. By the end of the surge the object rests just on the surface. “The baby is crowning” I hear Deborah say. “But how come I am not even pushing?” a question pops in my mind, but I decide to let it rest for now having zero willpower to verbalise it. Still holding my perineum with both hands for dear life the next surge brings the head out. I feel it in my hands, but I don’t feel the hair or the skin, what I feel is the amniotic sac! What’s going on?? At this point I take my hands off while Deborah is taking over the situation. While she does the baby slips out entirely. “Born “en caul”, completely posterior with one cord coil around her neck” – I hear Deb’s quick assessment and after a few seconds I am holding my daughter in my arms, all in one piece with beautiful pinkish skin and dark hair. Welcome to the world, baby Daphne!
7.15 pm – 12 am My birthing angels are calling my family in the room. My unsuspecting husband was just thinking of putting his swimming trunk on to join me in the birthing pool like he did during our first home birth, but to his huge surprise Daphne was already here while the pool remained untouched. The wide-eyed Delphina approached cautiously to meet her sister while chewing on her favorite crackers. The next four – five hours pass by quickly in the oxytocin induced bliss. Placenta gets born some forty minutes after the baby. May be it could have been born earlier with the active third stage management, but we did not mind waiting. Daphne remains attached to her cord and placenta for the following two hours, making it three hours in total to complete her gentle semi-lotus birth. The roads of Taytay and Antipolo are completely blocked by now, so no one is in a hurry to leave, except for Deborah whose daughter was praying hard exactly at about 7 pm for the birth to finish quickly so that her mother could join the family for the pilgrimage walk. Her prayers have definitely been heard!!!
Amazed at the speed of the events we keep laughing and reminiscing on the recent intense moments. Yes, the second time births do tend to be much quicker and easier. One of my power rocks that I created during the Blessingway featured this magic work – “Easy”! I was sincerely hoping that it would be much easier the second time around and fortunately this visualization paid off. I got to experience the "spontaneous ejection reflex". Instead of intentional pushing, and in the hospital settings it is often times pushing with people around coaching you how to the count from one to ten. The spontaneous ejection reflex is about timing when the body is ready to release the baby, which consequently it does. Physiologically birthing is like voiding the bowels, it's an involuntary process, something that your body does for you no matter what. When the mother is relaxed during labour and well supported, her natural hormonal cocktail will enable her body to release the baby when her body and the baby are ripe for this moment.
And bravo to the Lift and Tuck routine from Spinning Babies! Up to the day of my own birth I did not use much of this technique in my practice, but I will definitely do from now on. It is often recommended for the situations when the baby is not yet engaged in the pelvis, but can also be useful to turn posterior babies. What it did to me was to turn a transverse posterior baby (the baby’s back towards the left side and back instead of towards my tummy) to completely occiput posterior (baby’s back aligned straight to my back). Apparently this was the most favourable angle for the baby to come out, more so without the rupture of membranes. Movement at birth matters a lot!
By 10 pm the pain was all gone, only the contracting uterus reminded of what just happen with a few periodic surges. If a tornado had after-blows similar to aftershocks in the aftermath of an earthquake, this is how the after-birth surges would feel. Close to midnight feeling stable and well tired we headed home discovering previously unknown ways around Metro Manila to get around the religious processions back to Quezon City. Having fallen in sleep in our own bed with a brand new baby by our side still felt almost like a home birth!
If you’ve been following me on Instagram, you probably know I’ve been preparing for a normal (vaginal delivery), natural (unmedicated) birth.
As I always say though, I am aware that sometimes, things don’t always happen as planned, though what’s important is that you worked for it and tried your best.
Of all things I did not in any way consider nor expect, it was how my labor started.
This is my story with my firstborn, Pablo.
37 weeks – We visited our doctor for our checkup and it was the first time she did an I.E. (internal/vaginal examination) on me. According to her, my cervix was already about 50% effaced and I was about 1-2 cm dilated. I told her I was not sure but there seemed to be a little blood in my underwear the previous night, but I was wearing a black underwear (big mistake! lesson learned: do not wear dark underwear when on your 37th week onwards) so there’s a chance it might be a false alarm. She told me to just observe, asked me if I felt any contractions, told her not yet, but that I would keep an eye on them. Everything looked great so far! When we got home, a series of events happened that led me to thinking I was going to be in labor soon: I had diarrhea all day even though I was eating the same food, I also had irregular contractions for about 2 days, and I would have discharge every once in a while (which I never had throughout my pregnancy prior to this week).
38 weeks – No signs of going into labor. No contractions of any sort. My OB did another I.E. and I was about 2-3 cm dilated. She told me it’s impossible to be dilated without contracting, so maybe I just really wasn’t feeling it. I had a biophysical scan profile (a kind of ultrasound that measures the health of the baby) to make sure the baby was fine, and everything was going as planned. I was happy to reach at least 38 weeks! I wanted to give birth somewhere in between the 39th and 40th week because that would mean full term, but reaching 38 was good enough for me.
39 weeks – Still no signs of labor. No contractions. ...
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I was a certified delivery room nurse in one of the most prestigious private hospitals in the country. I have met a lot of amazing doctors and medical professionals along the way, most of them are very patient centered and sincerely try their best to give the best possible care they are trained to give to all of their patients. Back when I was still a budding student nurse, I have viewed labor and delivery as something so gruesome and painful that needs to be done in a hospital laced with interventions and drugs to make it better or may I say possible. One of my most dreaded clinical nursing rotation, must I openly admit just now, sorry ma’am Sherrie Mae Quizora (my clinical instructor) was our Shiprah Birthing home rotation. I felt that nothing being done there or happening there was essential enough to equip me for the competitive modern nursing world. Everything was so primitive and McGayver-ish, women were laying on the floor with their nipples being stimulated by the husband for more contractions, amniotic fluid everywhere, poop and all the mess before the baby comes out. It was just so yuck for me way back then. There were no high tech equipment or sophisticated machines being used. So I was so thankful that I only get to be there for one full rotation no more no less, little did I know, contrary to my obscured view of childbirth, it is where labor and delivery is at its finest.
When I became a labor and delivery nurse, my view did not change at all. I perceived intravenous lines, fluids, synthetic oxytocin, external fetal monitor and infusion pumps as part of the labor and delivery process, so necessary that I have syntocinon and syringe in my pocket before my duty starts. I silently laughed at women coming in with their birth plans, futile attempts to delivery via Lamaze ending up in cs or stat epidural anesthesia at 8cm, crying and wailing for their lives. I together with my colleagues have dreamed of a painless signature cesarean birth when it’s our turn to be moms. No surprise births for us! No shouting or panic at the site of mucus plug or amniotic fluids suddenly popping! I was actually “wow-ed” at when I pulled a normal delivery stunt with my first-born. It was viewed as a stunt and something to be wow-ed at, really. All of these beliefs I held dear in my heart until I had my own child. My first-born was delivered via normal vaginal delivery. Normal, not spontaneous because my bag of water ruptured even before my labor started, since I have seen this so many times, I confidently went through my morning routine, took a shower, blow dried my hair, slathered on my facial moisturizer and make up primer, put on my waterproof make up and prepared my dress, ready to check in for delivery. Looking back now, I was SO MISPREPARED haha so there I texted my obgyne checked in or may I say CLOCKED into the hospital and went through the process, had my I.V. fluid in my arms, Demerol shot through my veins at the slightest sensation of discomfort, external fetal monitor hooked on my abdomen, and I, contentedly laid there on the bed. Epidural anesthesia was conducted at 3cm dilatation, too early yes, but seeing so much of labor and delivery just did not prepare me to experience what labor truly is, so yeah give me those drugs, I even requested for Cesarean Section level analgesia, with fentanyl drip and all. They stripped my membranes, did the whole cervical dilatation for me. I went through the whole additional oxytocin and more anesthesia cycle. Then suddenly I heard the fetal monitor going from the confident lubdub.lubdub.lubdub to a slow lub….dub….lub…dub…., my dear obgyne walked through the door, said that the baby was in distress so we needed to deliver him A.S.A.P., I have seen this one too many times, wherein if the mom was not yet fully dilated and the baby was not low enough, she’ll surely end up in the O.R. table and a cesarean birth. My obgyne have determined that I was already fully dilated, in came the medical team with their sophisticated tools and terms, and I just laid there numbed, retouching my face powder and lip gloss. Everything was going as planned until my baby came out blue, limp and lifeless. As soon as he was born he was placed over my chest, complete with 10 fingers and toes, perfectly chiseled face and nose, he was exactly how I prayed for and more ONLY WITHOUT A HEART BEAT. He was immediately taken to the baby warmer where a team of pediatricians rescued him from the valley of the shadow of death. After a few gruesome seconds he gave out a good cry, and the day was bright again.
Post delivery, I felt numb. Literally and figuratively, I can’t feel half my body and I do not feel anything at all, well…except for the intense need to vomit, uncontrollable body chills, and the unwavering itchiness on my face because of morphine. I felt nothing, I just wanted to sleep, the nurse asked me whether I would want to room in my newborn or not, I said no in a heartbeat. I did not want to room-in my son, I did not do so for a week, I even requested for an extension of his stay in the nursery after the removal of all my medical contraptions. They only brought him in every 3 hours for breastfeeding and I immediately ring the nursery every after feed.
My journey through natural childbirth was not straightforward at all. It all started with my desire to breastfeed, which lead me to look for a breastfeeding advocate pediatrician and at the same time a homeopath for my son’s baby eczema and cradle cap. As a nurse who delved into pharmacology for a year, I have deemed corticosteroids untrustworthy for newborns or any adult for that matter unless it’s to be used for life and death situations. From homeopathy to organic food to organic household cleaning supplies then, just then, to natural childbirth. I had myself added to two facebook groups that talked about natural childbirth, one from here “gentle birth Philippines” and one from abroad “homebirth and waterbirth”.
As I researched more about natural birth, I learned that cord coil doesn’t always harm newborns, that the legendary “fetal distress” amidst labor nowadays, is possibly caused by too much contractions caused by synthetic oxytocin. A line from an article discussing it struck me, it said, “it just so happen your baby is too healthy for modern medicine to kill”. After that article I reached out to midwives from the homebirth and waterbirth group, one of the few I spoke with said that in her 10 ++ years of midwifery experience, she has delivered babies with multiple cord coils and yet the baby comes out pink and void of fetal distress in the womb. After this eureka moment, I have decided to undergo drug-free, au natural childbirth, just like that.
Then I scoured the Internet for resources that can help me go through it successfully. My obgyne, Dr. Martin Manahan, who happens to be one of the top OB’s in the country that delivers via water birth, was very supportive of my newfound idea and even recommended, the wonderful, Irina Otmakhova as my birth doula.
She gave me all the resources I needed, the tracks, the affirmations even lend me books on hypnobirthing and taught me daily exercises to do because I really cannot find time to do yoga. But unfortunately due to my busy mommyhood / mompreneur life, I was not really able to do or imbibe much of it. During my birth, all I had was my conviction to do it naturally. I am not encouraging no or little preparation; all I’m saying is it is possible to go through it with little preparation but then in order to be zen from start to finish rigorous preparation is a must! I learned that the hard way. Labor was tolerable but the last leg of it especially after the bag of water ruptures, the pressure waves became tsunami like. And when the head popped out as the contractions wanes out, I realized that no matter how much you try to push the baby out, it just won’t slide out without that tsunami like contractions, behind my warrior like cry I actually wished for ONE BIG TSUNAMI WAVE. Then finally it came, and the baby popped out like magic. I felt everything! And I’m glad I did! According to my latest ultrasound she’s 6.6lbs but when she popped out, I knew she’s more than that. She’s 7.5 lbs. I must say, all the things I laughed about when I was a clueless-about-real-birth delivery room nurse, the birth plan, the presence of my husband, my ever supportive obgyne and my birth doula, the dim light, the warmth of the water, soothing smell of lavender oil, and relaxing music really did make a difference.
Post delivery I felt tired but energized to care for my newborn, we did a semi lotus birth and I had my placenta encapsulated. As compared to my first birth, I made it a point to room-in my newborn and not have her leave my sight from the time she came out until we were discharged. She’s a calm, easy to feed newborn. My breast milk came in right away, by the 48th hour she was expelling yellow seedy poop and her umbilical cord came off on the 4th day. Until now she’s very easy to care for, it’s as if I do not have a baby at home.
Natural drug free childbirth was overall a wonderful experience. Birth is meant to be felt and labor pain is overrated. It is not as deadly or gruesome as I thought it would be, definitely not like in the movies but to be 100% honest the last part of it wherein after the water bag ruptures and the baby’s head pops out, that one, you need to prepare for that, definitely. Definitely need to prepare for that, indeed. Conviction to do it naturally is also very important.
Now with my successful natural delivery and newfound belief I pledge to join the natural gentle birthing movement to encourage women to take back the power that was unknowingly taken from us, the power to give birth. The power to give birth is a gift especially given to us, women, for a reason, we should embrace it, own it and be able to feel it. It’s nature’s design, we should go along with it, every pain, sacrifice and sweat happens for a reason, it leads to a whole new level of motherly instinct and yearning for the young. Happy natural birthing, mommas! When faced with a dilemma, unless you have a medical condition, the answer should always be “YES I CAN!” because indeed you can!
The night of March 12, just a day after my husband, Montri’s birthday, I started having cramping sensations very similar to PMS (pre-menstrual syndrome). They were surely contractions but were still far apart with no real pattern. In the previous days, I also saw a series of ‘bloody show’ (blood tinged mucus from the softening of the cervix) in the toilet. I felt that the arrival of our new baby was near… I just needed to wait it out. We used a contraction timer app which I downloaded in both my ipad and iphone. When I found it too much of a hassle to be right next to my gadgets after each contraction, I just manually took note of the intervals with pen and paper. The last book on birthing I read was Hypnobirthing.
I used the breathing techniques during surges/contractions to keep me present and calm. Then I started self-administering remedies from the birthing homeopathy kit and scanned some prayers from the Zohar specifically for labor and birth.
I sent a text message to both my midwife, Deborah and my doula, Irina at 3:21 am that contractions were already 6-8 minutes apart and that I could no longer sleep. I knew that Deborah was going to come when I could no longer talk in between contractions (which wasn’t my case because I could still concentrate and speak in between them) but since she would be coming all the way from Antipolo, my husband and I wondered whether we should set up the birthing pool so at least it would be ready when they came.
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I got up extra early on that Friday morning, feeling good and rested. It was a big relief, as I had been getting really strong, yet sporadic, contractions for 3 consecutive days prior to that morning. Surprisingly, my back wasn’t as sore, my thighs didn’t feel like they were going to fall off, and my heels didn’t feel like they were ready to explode. To celebrate, I whipped up a big breakfast of banana-peanut butter-chocolate pancakes (like the super sinful, unhealthy kind) to cure my hunger pangs. I remember very clearly making 3 big ones for myself and a little Mickey Mouse shaped one for the 40-week and 5-day hitchhiker in my belly.
A little after breakfast time, and for about the 20th time since I got up, I used the toilet and saw blood-tinged mucus in my underwear.
“Oh joooooy!!! It’s bloody show time! Baby is coming any day now!” And just as if on cue, the familiar sensations of contractions kicked in. I sent an SMS update to my midwife, Deborah, and doula, Irina, assuring them that I was still feeling ok, and that I would let them know if anything would progress from there. Nanay, who was my yaya/nanny when I was a baby and living with us now, left shortly after breakfast for work. Migui, my husband, went upstairs to the gym. I was ok on my own and used this alone time to do my morning house chores.
By around 9am, I noticed lot of pressure in my butt area ....
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Irina is a birth
keeper, mother and an advocate. As a certified Childbirth Doula and
Hypno-Doula she accompanies mothers through pregnancy, birth and postpartum to
ensure a joyful, balanced and pleasurable experience. It is her greatest joy to
see mothers to come out of birth feeling empowered, proud and honored.