I wanted to do what Jesus did in any way I could; I wanted to somehow sacrifice my body, my comfort, almost as a repentance, but not a repayment. The Lord does not ask that of us. I wanted to have a true natural birth and experience what my body was meant to do. To maybe go through some pain like my Lord did, but for the love and good of someone else.
I also abhor the interventions and truth be told, we have an astronomically high c-section rate in America that even the WHO says is unjustifiable. I did not want to fall victim to the "cascade of interventions." I was not going the hospital route again. I believe the hospital and doctors are wonderful for certain situations and great for those who need it or even just want it, but I do not believe my situation warranted hospital birth. I trust the Lord and what He told us more than doctors.
We had no need to worry, we were trusting completely in Him. He also made sure that I was in contact with people who had similar experiences to encourage us. A friend of mine, who had no idea about our want to birth unassisted, contacted me asking about our plans for home birth, (which I had made public, but not the unassisted part) and surprisingly, informed me she was planning an unassisted birth. Coincidence? I think not.
I was in our bedroom in the recliner with the feet up and the back only slightly reclined. When I felt one coming, I would push my feet against the open foot rest and raise my pelvis a bit to give some comfort and then doze right back off. A few times when I just didn't want to feel anything, I called out, "Oh, God! Lord Jesus, please make this a short one!" And HE DID! Not kidding at all! Lol! The recliner worked until maybe 7:30am, at which point, my water broke. I was so happy that Vernon had put a covering down!
I found great comfort in this realization and decided to call God closer. The contractions were literally coming back to back. I don't even know how close they were, but close enough that I called out to Him, "Please, have mercy on me Lord!" Funny thing is, again, He did! Right at that point, that contraction ended.
At that point, I delivered his head to his eyes. The next contraction brought his whole body. (again I never pushed) His head and shoulders emerged, his body twisted, Vernon was waiting to catch him and he was here! All in one contraction! God was soooooo good!
Vernon not only caught his first son, (he now enjoys his title as THE best quarterback) clamped his cord, cut it, covered him, held him closely and was the first to kiss him! Just beautiful! (Labor is NOT like it is portrayed on television! I was not out of control and screaming in agony, nor was I cursing and beating my husband!) All of the girls were present, calm and enthralled at the miracle they just witnessed.