Last Updated on March 13, 2021 by Jenny Pena
A Rubi is born
The night was an odd night. We were at Jas ballet class and it was extraordinarily cold and windy. It was making my belly tight and uncomfortable. No matter what position I tried sitting in I felt like I couldn’t breathe and my belly was so hard and tight.
I was so ready to leave that ballet class and go home, take all my clothes off, and sprawl out on our bed! That’s probably what happened, I don’t remember.
What I do remember is the morning.
It feels like this had happened before. Oh yes it did, 2 times before…I wake up to pee!!!
This time I feel like I’m not going to make it, oops it going down my leg 😩😩😩Wait…is that pee…or…???? I decide to just lay back down after doing my business because I’m tired and everyone’s still sound asleep. Who knows if this is really it anyway. It’s Saturday, Sabbath..our rest day. Not labor day, so I thought.
Not til I breathed through 3 contractions there in bed, cuddled next to Noah, did I admit to myself, OK it’s happening!
When my husband got up and walked out, thinking we were all asleep, I say to him “I just breathed through 3 contractions.”
He stopped in his tracks, turned around, looked at me and said “ok so it’s happening!”
And off he went to take care of breakfast, smoothies, tea, ningxia red. And whatever else the kiddos and I asked for.
Once I got up, I knew there was no more laying down, life as I knew it was about to change agaain. Whether I wanted it or not.
In the bathroom I was on slow drip. Little drips here and there. Mucus plug and water. We laid chucks on the floor and started filling the tub. I got on my birth ball. Texted the baby time group I made for my fam, texted my Miami midwife and my doula tribe chat group.
Then, an hour passed.
If you know my previous birth stories…an hour never passes. In Miami that would’ve meant my midwife would have made it..and even my mom and sister.
But in UAE it meant….the baby’s head is not engaged. How did I know this? My patterns were not flowing and progressing. Let me text my doula group. Such wise suggestions and loving birth vibes. Gabi said, forget about all your expectations. Wisdom.
Baida suggested the lift and tuck with my husband through a few contractions. Ugh so uncomfortable…but it had to be done.
My babes were in and out.
Watching me..chatting away..so curious. Usually it would annoy me. But in labor
land..I loved it. Loved them being in there. Was so grateful. My husband kept telling them not to bother me..but I told him to let themmmmm. And I reminded him not to get wound up with all the excitement. He couldn’t crash after the birth how he did with Jas and Noah.
I needed him…there was no one else.
He told me to walk. He told me to eat. He helped me dress so I could walk around the house without making tooo much mess. Not the tub yet because we wanted to progress, the warmth could slow it down. So we walked, ate in the kitchen. Did the lift and tuck. Rolled on the ball. Timed contractions to be sure of progress and intensity. Until eating and talking became fastedious.
He told me to walk some more. He walked by my side to the hallway.
And THE contraction came.
The one that took my breath away as I leaned my arms against the wall. Releasing my mind, saying to myself let it happen, let her come now!
Her head dropped deeper and I felt the waters gush in the pad I was wearing. I huffed, take me to the bathroooom…groaning.
Oh noooo I need to pooo!
Actually thats a relief, a good sign… I welcome it!
But oh no can’t sit on the toilet she’s coming! Get me in the tub. Oh no the water is all gone.Now you have it coming out too hot cool it down. Oh forget it I will just stand, I am moaning and groaning all this to my husband.
Ahhh she’s coming!!!
As I let my lioness roar out! My husband is holding his hands between my thighs encouraging me to spread. He is telling me what he sees. “Ok shes coming, you got this, ok ok your doing good.”
I grip the wall behind me as I tilt my pevis toward him. Splash of water all over him…just like with Noah!
And a black-haired purple crying baby is all I see. ‘Look at all her hair” we say, the pain and hard labor is forgotten, all is well.
Hi baby, it’s ok baby shhhh shhhh
I try to sit but the water is too hot and dirty, yikes I ask him to spray us down and help me out of the tub. My legs are jelly..my ankles in pain…cord intact and placenta not birthed..he walks me and baby to the bed.
We rest…she has her first feed. And we are in awe once again. Such a tiny beautiful little creature we are so blessed with.
Jasmin appears, “is that the baby?!? Noah the baby is here!!!”
They fall in love. Jas say she’s a double big sister…and Noah is a big lil bro. Our tribe is growing.
Birthing the placenta, lotus birth and hospital..plus the doula magic from my friends ❤️✨
John 16:21: A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.