Neal, Trina & Jack Rainey
The Birth of Jack Dylan Rainey – February 13th, 2011
When we went out for a malt and I had 3 contractions sitting right there on the stool, I knew things were starting to happen. We went home and tried for a walk. I did not make it far before I was literally hanging off Neal. I got into the bath tub and contractions became closer and more intense. Mikelann told us to meet her at the Birth center at 9:00PM. My sister, Krista came over to cook meatballs and help in any way she could. I stayed upstairs and tried to relax between contractions. When we headed to the birth center, every little bump we drove over made my belly uncomfortable.
I remember thinking on the way there that when we returned home, we would have a beautiful little baby with us. We live less that 5 minutes from the Birth Center, but Neal was so excited that he had to ask me which way to turn on to 7th Ave. We got there safely, however when Mikelann checked my cervix and observed me go through a contraction, she told me I was “working way too hard” and that I needed to relax and that we had a long way to go.
I got into the birthing tub and stayed there for about 6 hours. I fell into an altered state of consciousness. I was very relaxed and peaceful between contractions. We had the Hypnobirthing CD playing and the lights were low. I did not have my glasses on, so everything was blurry. I did not know what nurse Sherry actually looked like until after the birth. I was comfortable in my little world and I did not want to get out of the tub. Neal was right by my side offering support. It had been several hours and things were not progressing very quickly. I remember repeating mantras, but one new one that night was “I’m doing the best I can.”
When they finally convinced me to leave the warmth of the tub, we did ‘birthing gymnastics’. I was standing holding the bar, sitting on the ball, squatting, on all fours, you name it! When labor did not progress, we had to concede that a trip to the hospital would be the right choice if labor continued to stall. I did not want this, and I think that is what gave me the boost I needed to get this baby out!
I was in labor for 16 hours and finally it was time to push. I cannot describe this sensation accurately in words. Mikelann was an incredible coach. She helped me feel when to push with each contraction, when to breath, when to hold. Neal was right there with me, his face was close to mine assuring me I was doing great. At one point Mikelann said during my hour and a half of pushing that I could either take it nice and slow for another 30 minutes, or she would have to stich me up for 30 minutes. I took her advice and went with the flow. At no point was I scared, in extreme discomfort, or disbelief. I was fairly calm, but very vocal during the pushing!
My sister and brother-in-law Krista and Joe Barnett came into the room just as Jack was ready to come out. I did not plan for them to be there, but they had been there all night and it was just natural for them to witness the most amazing experience. When my baby was out, I looked down and was surprised at his purple color and cone head! They put him right on my chest and I could not believe how much his little eyes looked like mine. We took a minute or two before we remembered to look and see if it was a boy or girl. My husband looked and before he could say it, I knew it was a boy. As Sherry was explaining to me how to breast feed, I remember thinking, “Why is she telling me this? I already know how to do this…” Even though this was my first child, it was truly instinctual for both of us and he nursed and latched on beautifully on the very first try.
Neal, Jack and I are the happiest little family I know. We laugh, kiss and hug dozens of times a day. We are so thankful for the support we had to have a natural, beautiful childbirth. We could not feel more blessed by this little miracle that fills us with joy every day.