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Birth Story Part Two


Doiron Dale Hahn December 11, 2011 7 lb 10 oz
Doiron Dale Hahn
December 11, 2011
7 lb 10 oz

So, back in January I told you not to worry, that I would write part two of my birthstory soon . . . five months is soon right? Well, it is when you have a toddler. Being that it’s mothers day and I’m watching Birth Story on a daily basis, I thought it was time to share the moment I became a mother. If you don’t want to read part one, I don’t blame you, I’m really not a writer so here’s a recap. I LOVED being pregnant, except for the PUPPS. But my midwives took great care of me, as well as my amazing husband, I read Ina’s books and took a course in Hypnobirthing, I felt more prepared for Birth than I’ve ever felt for anything. Now it is December 8th, two days before my due date and I’ve broken out in a horrible itchy PUPPS rash.


As I went to bed, I felt a tightening in my stomach, it felt like a mild menstrual cramp. Was that a rush (contraction)? Do I have to use the restroom? It only lasted a few seconds so I shrugged it off and went to sleep. It happened a few more times throughout the night, I wouldn’t call it painful, but there was pressure around the baby and it kept waking me up. In the morning I talked to my sister, she said it sounded like contractions but assured me it was probably false-labor, she had it around her due date too. I called my mom/boss to tell her I didn’t get much sleep but would be in a little later, she urged me to stay home and rest in case it was the real deal, I’d need my strength. She was super hoping Doiron would come on time, as we get crazy at work with the Armadillo Christmas Bazaar and she would have a hard time attending the birth if he was late. Bryan called his work to let them know he wouldn’t be coming in. A normal person probably would have called their midwife at this point, I had bloody show a few days earlier and still hadn’t called (I told you I’m weird with phone calls), but in my defense my magical purple folder told me not to call until the rushes were five minutes apart and growing stronger.


The rushes were coming anywhere from 30-60 minutes apart and lasted various amounts of time. Meanwhile, my rash was driving me bonkers and I was out of lotion, so we did the typical lets get this baby coming thing, and took a long walk to the pharmacy. Maybe it was too long, four miles, when 9 months pregnant and possibly laboring? Yea, too long. The whole time I kept questioning if I was really in labor, I only had one rush on the way there and one in the store. We got back to the house, I laid down for a nap, the rushes started to come regularly about 20 minutes apart, they felt like strong menstrual cramps, they were annoying but not crippling. The day progressed, as did the rushes, it was now 10 PM, and they were about five minutes apart and definitely getting stronger. Now it just felt rude calling Mary (my midwife), but if a baby was coming she had to know. I called and a very groggy Mary answered the phone, “contractions all day!? Why didn’t you call earlier!?” I sheepishly mentioned the purple folder . . . she laughed at me. Then she informed me she had the flu and wouldn’t be able to come but that Debra would be on her way. I had met with Debra a few times and instantly connected (she helped me convince Bryan not to circumcise), I was disappointed that Mary wouldn’t be with me after eight months of finding comfort and strength in her, but at the same time, something felt right about Debra being there.


Debra arrived by eleven, gave me a look over and told me I was still in very early labor. She prescribed two ibuprofens, a glass of red wine to relax my uterus and sleep. She told me to ignore the contractions, not to spend my energy on them and sleep. She decided to spend the night as it was late, my sister set her up on the couch and they talked over a glass of wine (if that’s not awesome I don’t know what is). I didn’t sleep great as the rushes were every five minutes and pretty strong, but there was nothing scary or painful about them. I would simply breath and feel my body preparing for delivery, ignore, however I could not do.

Bryan and Kate comforting me through a rush
Bryan and Kate comforting me through a rush


It is now December 10th, Doiron’s due date. Debra checked me around seven AM and said I was still in very early labor, she wasn’t even sure Doiron would be coming that day. She left to run errands and get some rest but left me strict instructions to call her when they were close to three minutes apart and strong, again she told me to ignore the rushes, rest and eat. I laughed, these things are not easily ignored, and I hadn’t felt like eating for a while. I slipped into the flannel nighty with cardinals my mom had bought me explaining she gave birth to me in a nighty just like it, and I enjoyed my day in my room with nothing but my Christmas lights shining and the Hallmark channel streaming cheery movies, breathing through the rushes and feeling them progress. Around noon I checked in with Debra, she advised me to start squatting during the rushes, sway my hips side to side, relax my jaw and give a deep groan to help baby boy move down. Oh man did that feel good. I would hold on to anything close by, usually Bryan, and sink low to the ground, the sound that came out of my mouth was unlike any I had ever made, it was meditative much like OM but more guttural. Ok, these rushes were getting stronger and stronger, ranking higher on the meter than just a nuisance, but knowing that it was my muscles working hard to open and move Doiron down, it never registered as pain. When a rush would come I’d repeat to myself “it’s ok baby, down and out, down and out.” At three o’clock they were now three minutes apart and Debra decided to come back with her entourage, a total of three midwives. My mom also decided to come and brought me my ultimate comfort food, wonton soup and eggrolls. I didn’t eat much but was ashamed to be eating junk food, I knew Mary would not approve. To my relief, Kate (another of my favorite midwives) shared that they had brought Chinese food too, and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. My environment, my home, was completely calming, loving, and secure.


Ok, now I’m starting to tear up as I write. I love these ladies so much and the experience they granted me in the comfort of my home. Never was I scared or nervous, I could handle this, they told me and cheered me on. They called me a pro, and told me I was handling these rushes like no big deal, the third midwife (who I’d never met) was surprised to hear it was my first. The sun was starting to set, Doiron was making progress. Bryan was rubbing my back, being my support, squeezing my butt together (don’t laugh, it feels amazing, pregnant or not, and relieves the pressure on your lower back). When he realized he hadn’t eaten all day he asked if he could make a sandwich, I looked him square in the eye and told him he wasn’t leaving my side. Kate swiftly moved in to support me and whispered at Bryan to go make a sandwich.

My nephews cat, Tic Tac "helping" me through a rush
My nephews cat, Tic Tac “helping” me through a rush


I couldn’t tell you what time it was from here on out, the rushes were close together and all consuming. I kept swaying and cheering the baby and my body on, going from my husband to my yoga ball. I tried laboring on the toilet for a minute, when Debra asked me how that felt I responded “too open ended.” My body was working hard, I was getting hot, the “birthing nighty” was no longer providing comfort and I stripped it off. My midwives looked at each other and declared I was serious now, apparently losing all sense of modesty is a threshold in labor. I tried a warm bath but it aggravated my PUPPs and like the toilet just wasn’t comforting. I liked being in Bryan’s arms and able to move, but I was getting tired so I went to lie in bed.

Using the Yoga Ball
Using the Yoga Ball



I would flip between sides, go on all fours and then rest on my back. The rushes were constant and I was dilating, but to be honest I have no recollection of the frequent checks and number reports. I do remember listening to the precious heartbeat of a calm baby just going through this amazing process with me. There came a time when I looked at Debra and said I feel like I need to push, “then push” she responded. But not with all my might, go with the rushes, do what feels right. And so I did, and like the squatting, it felt good, it felt natural. But it took a lot of energy, I was ordered to drink a coke for the first time in years, my sister had gone out and bought me popsicles. But before I could get much down, came another rush. I started to fall asleep for the short interim moments. It wasn’t until I had a dream that I was a librarian pushing stacks of books out of my vagina, that I felt unmotivated, why was I doing all of this work for a stack of books?

I sat up and looked at my midwives and said what’s next? This isn’t working. They decided to puncture my bag as it hadn’t broken yet, hoping this would speed up the process a bit. Yes, yes it did. Again, I couldn’t give you any kind of timeline but what seemed shortly after I began to make some real progress. Then, my sister’s hair caught on fire. Yup, we had the lights out, just Christmas lights and candles lighting the way, while trying to take pictures, movies and stay out of the way, Cali backed up into a candelabra on the wall and singed her hair. We all laughed, and honestly the act of laughing helped me relax and helped Doiron further along. We could feel his head, and after more pushing the second bag of waters broke. At this point, I’m not sure who, but someone mentioned that we had seen all of these Christmas movies three times, so we turned the TV off, I hadn’t even realized it was on for hours. I was now on my back pushing, the last place I ever thought I would be, so I asked to turn on my side, but Debra advised that this position was actually working really well for me so I stayed. The third midwife (I gotta call my ladies and get her name!), said “if she could just get her heels behind her head that baby would be out.” So I did, I pulled my feet as far back as I could and pushed my little man out. That ring of fire is no joke, I screamed, I did tear and that part HURT, but once I was holding my baby, I felt no pain. I was meeting the most amazing soul that I had just spent nine months getting to know, face to face, finally realizing that I am a mom for the rest of my life.


Cuddling with my brand new baby boy
Cuddling with my brand new baby boy

I quickly asked for the time, 12:06, Doiron was six minutes past his due date. At this exact moment, my sister and mom were in the room with us, my dad was in the living room, Bryan’s dad and stepmom were on a plane on their way, and his Mom and Stepdad were on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland listening to everything on the phone with my mom I could literally hear the iconic music and people screaming as they went down the dark shoot (if that doesn’t score D a life pass to Disneyland, I don’t know what will).

Doiron had a bit of fluid in his lungs and they used a bag to help him breathe at first, but they assured us there was no reason to be alarmed. I wasn’t worried for a second, I trusted these ladies so much, my husband however was calmly freaking. I see where he’s coming from and honestly feel a little guilty that I wasn’t concerned, maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe I really was that assured. In any case I had a beautiful, healthy baby, absolute perfection. Doiron laid on my chest, while we waited for the chord to stop pulsating, I rubbed his head and back repeating “oh baby, oh baby” then Bryan cut the chord. I felt more cramps and asked if that was normal. Somehow in all of my studies I had completely overlooked the afterbirth process, just a few more mild pushes and the placenta was out. This is probably a total TMI moment, but I did keep my placenta. I had read about eating it, or making pills out of, the first was not an option for me and the second was a passing thought but in the end I decided I would plant a tree with it for my baby (it’s still in my freezer, seriously, don’t come hunting for ice cream in my house unless you have a strong stomach, we hope to plant a tree at our new home soon).

Getting to know Doiron
Getting to know Doiron

Doiron was then handed to my husband, you’ve never seen a man so in love than the moment you hand him his first son. He helped dress him for the first time and took him out to meet my dad and hold him close. Debra was now going to stitch up my tear, since Bryan was holding our Baby my mom stayed with me to hold my hand. At Debra’s suggestion we all sang Christmas carols as she stitched. Yup, the MOST amazing experience of my life with the MOST amazing people ever. It was at least three in the morning before the midwives left, they stayed to clean up, start some laundry, help me shower and get us all tucked in. That night we slept soundly in bed with our little man between us, the most blissful sleep I’ve ever had.

Gentle Hands
Gentle Hands
Proud Papa
Proud Papa


The next day we had family and friends stopping by for visits. Doiron and I cuddled in a comfy chair in the living room by the Christmas tree and took naps. Mary came out to meet Doiron the next day (with a mask) and made sure we were all in good health. Despite a little jaundice we were all fantastic and in complete bliss.

And that’s our story. I can’t wait to do it all again. I want another large belly, sans PUPPS and I want my visits with the loving women at Heart of Texas Midwives. I have only learned from this experience and have full confidence that the next birth will be even easier and I will definitely call my midwives every step of the way. I want to try a water birth again, I hope Mary can be there, and I want to hire a birth photographer to capture more moments, but if everything went exactly the same, I wouldn’t mind one single bit.

Wow, I can’t believe you read this whole thing! If you have any questions or comments please please please share, I’m obsessed with positive birth stories and would love to hear yours.

Happy Mothers Day!

i heart midwives

i got a sweet surprise when i got home from work today. not only did my sister make a delicious dinner, but i got my first gift for supporting the birth story kickstarter campaign! i still haven’t seen the movie but I’m going on January 22, and my second gift for supporting it will be a copy of the DVD, which i’ll receive in may.


that being said…baby fever is stirring up! but hopefully the birth of a new nephew in february will suffice. bryan and i have a few goals we would like to meet before we try for our zehla doris….stable careers, our own house, etc. but i ache to be pregnant again, it was marvelous, i felt healthy and beautiful, and that’s a whole other post. i do plan on writing my birth story soon, until then here is a picture from that amazing night. here’s the inspiring Debra Day, one of four amazing midwives i was blessed to experience, weighing my brand new baby boy.