Wednesday, July 27, 2011

London Scout Pimentel



When God said that he would greatly increase labor pains because of Eve’s disobedience, He wasn’t kidding. However, now that London is here, I realize that the reward of a baby is the ONLY thing that would cause a woman to do something so unbearably painful. In one instant, I experienced that greatest pain and the greatest joy I have ever felt.

On Monday night, I started having regular contractions that were gaining strength by the minute. I didn’t sleep at all Monday night and went to the doctor’s office on Tuesday morning. My midwife said I was indeed in labor, but that it was progressing slowly. She told me to go home and keep an eye on it. There was a risk of prodromal labor (contractions that don’t help you progress at all—basically REALLY SLOW labor), but she thought I would be at the hospital that night to deliver. Well, lucky me, it ended up being prodromal labor. We went to the hospital that night around 9:00PM, only to find that I was still only 1cm dilated. Since I hadn’t slept in 24 hours, they gave me allergy medication to help me sleep and sent me home. However, the contractions continued to increase in strength and were 4 minutes apart, so at 3:00AM we went back to the hospital to be admitted. By the time the midwife showed up, I had been without sleep for 48 hours, so they gave me stronger medication to aide my sleep. I still had contractions, but was able to doze in between them for 2 hours.

Christian and I had decided to do an unmedicated birth, and in my naivety, I thought a few classes and some determination would make this whole labor thing a piece of cake. Boy was I wrong! I never thought I would be one of those women to yell and cry during labor (not sure why I thought that, because I am pretty dramatic). In fact, Christian and I would make fun of the women in the videos we saw during our labor class. I am here to tell you that I ate every snide comment that I made about those women. My mom, dad, and sister were in the room for the majority of the labor, and we could not have done it without them. I say “we” because Christian was as much a part of the labor as I was. I had back labor the entire time, so Christian would apply counter pressure to my back during contractions. My mom and dad took turns rubbing Christian’s back in between contractions so that he would be able to help me. It was truly a group effort! My poor dad probably cried more watching me labor than he did at my wedding….it was really sweet!

When I started the transition phase of labor, everyone but my sister and Christian went to the lobby to wait. At that point, I truly thought I could not continue. Shelby and Christian were amazing, and continuously encouraged me when I felt like giving up. At one point, I ended up writhing on the floor and crawling under the bed….to their credit, Shelby and Christian didn’t laugh at me once, even though I know it was hilarious to watch. You truly lose all dignity when you are in that much pain. I could care less about what people thought….I just wanted to do whatever it took to meet my baby girl!

Finally, after 45 ½ hours of labor, I started pushing. I pushed for 2 ½ hours, which took every ounce of strength that I had. I was literally praying out loud the entire time, asking Jesus to help me find the strength to push….I’m sure the nurses thought I was crazy! Shelby and Christian were incredible and stayed by my side to encourage me the entire time. About halfway through pushing, we were able to see the top of a head full of black hair. Knowing that my little one was so close gave me the strength to continue pushing. There was this poignant moment, at the very end, where I thought my body had given out….I literally had nothing left to give. I remember looking at Christian and asking, “Can I do this?” to which he replied, as he had so many times before, “Baby, I’m so proud of you. I know you can do this.” That was all I needed. At 10:44PM on 7.13.11, London Scout Pimentel entered the world weighing 7 lbs. 11 ounces. I can’t begin to describe what it was like to give birth to London and have them lay her on my chest. It was the most beautiful, spiritual, and joy-filled moment of my life. I thank God for trusting me with the life of my precious little girl.


10 comments:

Chez said...

You are a rock star! I'm so proud of you. And from what I hear, subsequent labors will be much easier, so the worst is over! Love you a million & can't wait to cuddle that girl again!

Wendi said...

Oh girl - you made it! Can't wait to meet that sweet London. :) Get some rest, mamma!

BakingInBows said...

Amazing story. Thanks for sharing. Baby London is so blessed!

Brittnie said...

You go girl... So proud....Love you and cannot wait to see you!!! And btw I think London Scout is the cutest name i have ever heard.

Jamie said...

You did it how you planned! I'm so impressed (and kind of jealous). I also can't wait to hold that 'tan' baby girl :)

Emily said...

Wow!! Your story really brought tears to my eyes. You're one strong woman, Kathrine and London is so lucky to have you as her mother. Congrats on your beautiful baby girl!

JENNY said...

Yay! I'm so happy for you, Kathrine. What a great story!!! :)

Melanie L said...

I love beautiful birth stories, and this is definitely one! Thank you for sharing. So glad you had a wonderful team and the most precious reward ever!

Ashley said...

I am AMAZED at you girl!!! Thanks for posting your story. I can't wait to meet that sweet baby girl! {I have to admit...I got a good laugh out of the visual picture of you under the bed! But really, I am so incredibly proud of you & what you went thorough for that girl!}
Love you

Jessica said...

Beautiful! I cried while reading this. You are my hero for doing that without medication. Amazing woman!