Hazel Belle Wishart was born on Saturday, September 17 at 10:35PM. She weighed 8lbs 15oz, and was 21 inches long. This is the story of her birth.
Our due date passed on Sunday, September 11 and we went into the week knowing the more time that passed the closer we got to "induction day" which we really wanted to avoid. We had planned and prepared throughout pregnancy to have a natural, intervention free birth and knew induction could start the "runaway train" effect of interventions and a more difficult labor and delivery. With that said, I had my 40 week midwife appointment on Tuesday where I got my membranes swept, which can function as a natural way to induce labor. I was 3cm dilated at the appointment and left feeling encouraged labor would begin in the next day or so. Once Thursday came around, the discouragement crept in as there were not yet any signs of labor beginning. Up until this point, we were told that the baby was posterior, which meant the possibility of back labor, so I had one last chiropractor appointment on Friday in an effort to get her to turn to the ideal position. My chiro also gave me some essential oils and recommended using them in conjunction with acupressure to help naturally induce labor.
On Friday, Aaron and I met for a date in DC and did some of the acupressure before we went to bed. After a few hours of restful sleep, I woke up at 3AM to my first contraction. One of my prayers throughout the final weeks of pregnancy was for it to be clear when labor began. I'd heard so many stories of people thinking this was it, or having contractions for days on end, and so I prayed for a very clear start to the process. I laid in bed for an hour and half having easy and manageable contractions before I decided to wake Aaron and tell him I thought things had begun. We were both cautiously excited and tried to get as much rest as possible knowing we had a long day ahead of us. As time went on, the contractions got more uncomfortable but I continued to lay in bed throughout the morning and really tried to rest between each one. These hours felt like they passed so quickly and although the contractions were uncomfortable, it was still very manageable. I eventually got up and made my way to the bath tub to help ease some of the discomfort. Prior to this, my contractions were about 45-60 seconds long, coming every 5-6 minutes and once I got in the bath I didn't have another contraction for 20 minutes - things seemed to completely stall. We spoke with our doula and she recommended saving any time in the bath for later on in labor as it can slow the progress if you get in too soon, which we were experiencing first hand. Part of me at this point was really uncomfortable and was scared to let the labor process get harder or more intense. I mentally wanted to just hang out in this early stage and not have things get any harder. Around 4PM we spoke with our doula again and she strongly recommended getting outside for a walk to help things move along. That sounded like the hardest thing to me, but she said I could either decide to do that and likely have our baby tonight or I could wait in this early stage for another day and be exhausted by the time the baby would come. This little pep talk helped me move past my fear and so we made our way outside for a veryyyyy slow walk through our neighborhood. I would hang on Aaron's neck for each contraction, and we got many funny looks as we would sway along the side of the street together. Things quickly picked up during the walk, and my contractions started coming every 2-3 minutes for about a minute long. Thankfully, this pattern continued even after the walk, and around 7PM when I could no longer vocalize during contractions or get comfortable during the breaks, we decided it was time to head to the hospital.
The process of getting into the car and driving to the hospital was absolute torture. Not only was I approaching transition, but I was in an uncomfortable space where I couldn't sway or move like I had at home. Once we finally arrived around 8:30PM, my mom and sister met us at the entrance and I immediately sobbed seeing them. I think the first thing that came out of my mouth was "I don't want to do this anymore!" and they held me up as I worked through some of the hardest contractions yet. I was put in a wheelchair and taken to triage where they checked my progress and I was 7cm dilated and 90% effaced. Our midwife said we had come at the perfect time - another prayer answered! We were quickly moved to the delivery room where my water broke while getting the 20 minutes of fetal monitoring, and shortly after I got into the jacuzzi tub where I thought I'd spend the next few hours. I can't even explain how HARD this part was. I was in the midst of transition and all parts of me wanted this to be over and done - it was just so, so painful. After about 15 minutes in the tub, I kind of got up, squatted, and felt the most intense urge to push. I bore down and literally heard myself ROAR through the contraction. I will never forget this moment because it was entirely instinctual and I couldn't have stopped myself from pushing if I had tried. Everyone in the room looked at each other and the midwife quickly came in and said "Ok! Time to get out of the tub!". They ushered me out of the tub and positioned me near the bed so I could squat through the pushes and hang onto the bed through each one. Once again, this was the hardest, most painful thing I've ever experienced. I had expected for it to feel GOOD to push after reading so many birth stories where that was said, but this was absolutely the hardest part for me. My legs started to get really weak, so I moved into the bed and got into the side-lying position to finish the work. This position is great for pelvic opening and is more comfortable as you're laying in between each contraction. It also gives you a bit more time between contractions which I desperately needed at this point. I'll never forget the support and cheers around me through each push, meanwhile so desperately wanting it all to be over and being so scared of the next contraction. My mom and doula were holding up one of my legs, Aaron was holding the other, and at 10:35PM I finally pushed out our daughter. It was the weirdest, slipperiest sensation and SO much relief immediately washed over me. They placed her wet little body on my chest and I honestly cannot even remember what I was feeling at this moment other than so happy it was done and instant love seeing her for the first time. The next hour or so was spent repairing some tearing that had happened during the pushing (super ouch), but despite the discomfort of that process I mentally felt SO good and just like myself. We were all chatting as I was getting stitched and those were some of the sweetest moments of life - I had really, really done it!
I think one of the most important parts of this story is the unwavering support and comfort Aaron brought to me through it all. Never once did I feel alone in the pain and his nearness and attention were absolutely what enabled me to do this as we planned. He was the perfect partner for me in this experience, and I feel so proud of how we worked together to bring Hazel into this world. The other integral parts of our birth team were our amazing midwives, specifically Tara who was the one on call to deliver that night. In super sweet life details, she is the same midwife who delivered our niece and is also our neighbor! There are pictures of her (not shown here) down on her hands and knees working to safely deliver our girl. Our doula, Mary, was so helpful and calming and gave me confidence and comfort when I was at some of the lowest points. She also brought twinkly lights and they made such a beautiful and calming space in a setting that can be sterile and uncomfortable. My mom and sister were the best cheer squad a girl could have and I felt so loved having them in the room with us. My sister also took these photos; I will cherish them forever.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
In things I can't believe I haven't yet shared here - THE CARLSBAD FLOWER FIELDS. While on a business trip to the west coast in May, I made a quick stop to the flower fields while passing through the town of Carlsbad. It was nothing short of HEAVEN and I was so glad to have witnessed such a beautiful sight. I'm also grateful to the kind, elderly man who offered to take a picture of me amongst the beauty. Best detour ever, if you ask me!
Over Labor Day weekend, we planned one last picnic of the summer with Jess, Sam, and Betsy to take some family photos and relax together before the craziness of this fall. My sister and I are due about 4 weeks apart which is going to make for some amazing, and chaotic next few months in our family. It was such a treat to enjoy time together on a perfectly warm evening at the base of Sugarloaf Mountain. Betsy is at the sweetest age (although I've thought that at every stage) and it's going to be so much fun to see her as a cousin and big sister so soon!
Also, this unreal sunset. Ugh, summer never end!
Also, this unreal sunset. Ugh, summer never end!
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
While in New York two weeks ago, we took some head shots of our team to use on the ONA website, and while I wasn't thrilled to be taking mine at 9 months pregnant, it was nice to have this final stage of pregnancy documented. I've been pretty terrible about making updates here, but I figured I'd post at least one more since I'm now considered full-term (aka baby can come ANY day now...eek). My overall feeling these days is that I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore, but still not quite ready for the baby to come. It's a very strange tension to be in. We still have some pretty key things to prepare (like installing the car seat, packing our hospital bags, finishing the nursery), but at the same time I've done almost all there is to do to prepare for the actual labor and delivery. It's the after delivery part that I'm most nervous about at this point because then we just HAVE A BABY. Aaron and I were joking the other day that we hope the hospital shows us how to change a diaper - it's been so long since either of us has changed one! I'm also a bit nervous about leaving behind work for 3 months, but my hope is that it'll be a sweet time of bonding with our baby and filled with fun adventures with our new little family member.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Last week we took off to the Charlottesville area for one last getaway together before we welcome a little babe in a few short weeks. After a several busy weeks at work for both of us, it was so nice to escape to the mountains for two days and explore a new place together. While we'd both been to Charlottesville before, we did a bit more research this time to make the most of our visit and had such a sweet few days. We arrived on Sunday night and stayed at The Graduate near the university which was just the cutest boutique hotel. We spent the next morning walking the outdoor pedestrian mall and gathering food from Feast for our picnic later on.
Our next stop was the inspiration for the whole trip - an adorable A frame lodge we found on Airbnb. On our way out to the lodge, we detoured to a peach farm that also happened to have a field of colorful zinnias and sunflowers - basically my version of heaven. After a good frolic in the flowers and purchasing some peaches, we arrived at our Airbnb and pretty much died of cuteness. That evening we drove out to Skyline Drive and found an overlook to enjoy our picnic dinner. While it had been SO hot during the day, the extra elevation and mountain air made for the perfect temperature. The combination of views, food, and company (obviously!) made this meal a contender for one of our most memorable together. We're already looking forward to our next Charlottesville visit at the end of September - this time for a wedding - with our little one in tow!