She came in for induction with a surprisingly open cervix despite the absence of contractions. Talking lovingly about her children at home, interrupted by intense discomfort during back-to-back contractions. Her midwife called me in to attend, to continue my orientation births. I introduced myself, wondering at her calmness in-between what appeared to be tough pain for her.
With the pitocin increased, her pain with each contraction caused growing frustration with continuing to be pregnant. Her cervix quickly opened, but despite her starting to push, the baby was not moving down. She asked some of her family to leave the room. Her midwife and myself assured her she was doing great, this was the hardest part, and she could push through. A few contractions and quick, half-hearted pushes later she exclaims, “I’m afraid I’m going to rip one!” Looking with a shy smile at us and her partner, she asks us to leave for a second to give her a moment.
Laughing with her, we leave the room, talking loudly to allow her time to find a way to pass flatus and not the baby, and then she calls us back. A few minutes later, the baby slides out easily and is placed into her arms. She immediately caresses the baby’s face, commenting on the baby’s beauty, and how the baby looks like the brothers and sisters. The father could not take enough pictures to satisfy them both in capturing these moments with the new family member.