Jake’s birth story from dad’s point of view
Day 0 — 03:36
<B> Wakes up with some "more serious" contractions; wakes me up, too (not on purpose). I can't really get back to sleep, but I do get a bit more rest.
We spend the day running errands, including a "Non-Stress Test" (NST). This test ensures the baby is "healthy." No issues here, he's strong.
Day 1 — 20:00
Something's happening. "Soft" contractions 5 minutes apart. <B> tries a glass of wine and lies down, but things don't slow down. She takes a "relaxing" shower.
Day 2 — 01:00
I call the midwife. I suspect she'll fall back asleep–it seems "like her" to me. Really, we are calling earlier than we need to, but I need the reassurance.
Day 2 — 02:00
I call the midwife. As I suspected: asleep. It's O.K., we have time.
Day 2 — 02:35
Midwife shows up. Essentially tells <B> she needs to get some rest. <B> tries, doesn't do a great job, but the midwives (the helper showed up, too) and I got a few hours of "rest."
Day 2 — 05:00ish?
It's the start of a long morning. <B> tries to get "comfortable" in different places; generally no, luck.
Day 2 — 10:00ish?
<B> is DONE. She thinks she's ready to go to the hospital for an epidural. I go talk to the midwives. I think she just needs a pep-talk.
We talk it over, <B> is tired, tired, tired. Midwife makes a joke about Starbucks; but this gets me thinking "OK, yeah, diet Coke has caffeine! Maybe that will make a difference?". I go get her a diet Coke.
Midwives do a cervix check to see "where we're at". 4-5 cm, closer to 4 than 5. I was woried this would be a mental set back, but it wasn't.
[NOTE: One of the midwives later suggests mothers may need to get this worn out to enable their bodies to relax. Interesting idea and their might be some merit to it.]
Day 2 — 10:25
It's enough and we are back on track, all discussion of hospitals the done. From here on out it's rock/swivel (in the office chair), walk, pee, repeat.
Day 2 — 12:40
<B> gets in the tub to "relax". She's there for about 1.5 hours before the midwives begin to suggest she does something else. It takes a half hour more before she's convinced.
Day 2 — 14:50
<B> stands up in the tub to "see what happens", I support her. She begins to have a few harder contractions. They come a little closer together.
Day 2 — not keeping track of time anymore
We walk and walk around on the bathroom tile (it's a huge bathroom; huge; really big) until her water breaks. The "waters" are clear: good sign. I refill the tub (the tub is fairly large, also). Then we walk a little more. Then <B> has another cervix check, but things aren't progressing so well, so they do the check DURING a contraction. Yuck, looks uncomfortable. We rest a little on the bed, then all of a sudden the boy is crowning. We get in the tub (me first, then <B>; I am holding her such that she is secure: head above water and with my knees to press on) and not 10 minutes later <B> has the little guy in her arms.
That's the story, from my point of view.
I left a few things out, things like eating and drinking (I made sure <B> always had something to drink and brought her snacks as frequently as I could get her to eat them) and trips to the toilet (of which <B> made many).
This experience was amazing — I would not want to do it any other way. We ate and dank when we wanted and had the wonderful comforts of our home. This is where healthy babies of healthy moms are meant to be born!
The Birth Partner by Penny Simkin is one heck of a useful book for either parent. After reading it, I was generally educated enough to be comfortable "doing my part" (which of course was very little).




Mom to 4 kids and 2 stepkids, I work at home in the heart of the chaos. Founder and executive editor of SheKnows.com and various other sites. Homeschooling. Knitter. Family chef. Gadget geek. Wordphreak. LAZY BLOGGER.
A quick note: during this whole process I was proud of how tough and determined <B> was (and still is: recovery and nursing is hard work!). My Grandmother (or Grandfather?) said it best: "I bet you can't put on a shirt without the buttons popping right off"; true.SB
Scott
13 Aug 07 at 8:49 pm
Wow…thank you for sharing, Scott. Very interesting to see your perspective and I wish I would have thought to have Chris write down his thoughts after Aiden was born. Very cool.BTW, B told me that the diet soda saved the day! And that you were an awesome support partner, well done proud daddy! Well done!
PJ
14 Aug 07 at 10:46 am
One more thing I forgot to add…you aren't kidding about B and how proud she made you. The whole story makes me wish for a home birth the next time (were there going to be a next time). But good lord…I just don't think I could be a trooper like B…truly something to be proud of.
PJ
14 Aug 07 at 10:48 am
Home birth has a different set of discomforts than hospital birth. From the perspective of the partner, it's a no-brainer: home birth is far more comfortable. Heck, that new hospital claims to have lots of comforts; they even make a big deal about the in room recliner for the birth partner. I remember trying to sleep in the recliner when A was born: torture.And I'm sure you could do it, too. The hard part is making the up front decision. After that it's more a matter of just getting through it…SB
Scott
14 Aug 07 at 11:26 am
Wow, what a beautiful close-up! Congrats to both of you, and thanks for sharing the amazing birth story.
chitoes
15 Aug 07 at 1:54 am