I started replaying my labor in my head today. The feelings came back and everything. My labor was so peaceful. My delivery was anything but. My body started pushing for me. I lost all control. My midwife was telling me to slow down so I didn't tear, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't do anything but let it happen. About 3 of those moments later, my baby was out. My water hadn't broken until her head emerged and even then, my midwife had to break it herself. Which means my baby didn't get the fluid squeezed out of her lungs on the way down the birth canal. But my midwife was amazing and knew exactly what to do. I didn't even realize what had happened until she placed her on my chest. I just cried for so long. I was in shock. Disbelief. It was like walking a tight rope between death and life. What an amazing feeling. We spent a good amount of time getting the fluid out of her lungs and waiting for her to turn red instead of purple. The cord was untouched and my placenta slid out during this time. No pushes necessary. It was a beautiful life changing moment. All in a recliner. Firecracker is what she is. And she still hasn't slowed down.
My entire birth story will be on my blog in a few days and should be a fun read. Lol