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The walk changed everything, and very quickly put me into active labor. It was probably about 1:00 in the afternoon when we came back in. At one point, my friend Jo called, and I chatted with her between contractions. I told her things were progressing slowly, and I didn't know how long this would take, but it might be a while (little did I know). I asked her to tell me about something completely unrelated to my labor. Towards the end of the conversation, she apologized for distracting me. Not at all, I said, it was so comforting to hear her voice.
I labored sitting on my yoga ball most of the time. Andrea or Brian suggested we put on some music, and since I hadn't specifically prepared any, I suggested the only thing I knew the location of, Stevie Wonder's The Definitive Collection. Venus, my eight year old, who was anxious to help, went and got it. That CD is an hour and twenty minutes long, and Eagle probably would have been born before it ended, but we switched to something more mellow at the end. I still have no idea what it was, because I couldn't concentrate by that point. It's safe to say that by the end of labor, I was no longer in a Stevie Wonder sort of mood anyway. But for a while, I tried to sing along and circle my hips on the yoga ball to the rhythm. Brian sat behind me and rubbed my hips and thighs, and Andrea moved my knees in big circles to keep me loose.
So I hadn't been checking my dilation regularly, but things were progressing a lot faster than I thought they were. I pulled myself back from the edge of panic a few times. Once, when I was kneeling and leaning forward over the yoga ball, with a bucket near me because I thought I might puke, I felt this immense expansive sensation in my lower abdomen, and then the thought occurred to me that my ass was about to explode. For a split second, I actually thought I was about to be ripped to shreds. I'm not sure how I knew, but at that moment I told myself, "You're not going to explode, it's just the baby moving down." And as quickly as it had come, the feeling passed. Still, I had no idea how far along I was, I kept wondering when I might start going through transition.
At that point, Andrea suggested I get in the birthing pool. What a great idea! Why hadn't I thought of that before? She reminded me to go pee once more before I got in. In my second labor, which was my first home birth, I felt the need to have someone at my side at all times, and there were many times that Brian literally held my hand while I went to the bathroom. But during this labor I was much more independent, and used the bathroom alone just like I would any other time. The last time I peed before getting in the pool, I had a really intense contraction on the toilet complete with a lot of downward pressure. At first, I wasn't sure how to cope. I stood up, sat down, stood up, sat down, stood up...I just couldn't get a handle on it! I was about to call for somebody to come and rescue me, when I talked myself out of panic again. I told myself, "I am not going to loose it yet. I am a strong, able bodied woman, doing what woman's bodies do." The contraction passed, and I pulled off my leggings and undies and made a bee line for the pool.

The sensation was strong, and I was starting to get very vocal. Andrea asked me if I had done yoga before, and suggested I make an "OM" sound, a long, low and calming sound. Brian and Andrea were making "Om" sounds, and I was trying to match my tone to theirs. Even the girls were "Om"ing! By this point, I felt like I was sweating buckets, and I asked for a cold cloth and a bowl of ice water, which Venus went and got. Andrea went upstairs to get some warm towels from the dryer.
Then I started to feel the most incredible and intense feeling I have ever felt. I can't even really describe it. It isn't like anything else. I suddenly knew what people meant by "The Ring of Fire." (I didn't have this feeling in my other unmedicated water birth). It burned and it stung. Oh boy did it sting! The intensity took my breath away. When Andrea came back downstairs, she says I looked at her with "wild eyes." I was searching her face for some sign that she knew what I was feeling, that she had been there before. She smiled and said "Is the baby right there?" This was the only moment in my labor which I would describe as painful. It was also the only moment in which I felt fear. I wasn't afraid that something was going wrong or that something would go wrong, I was only afraid of the pain. Nobody likes to feel pain.

I held him while he was still under the water and looked at him. I saw balls. "It's a boy?" (I had never had a boy before) I checked again. "Yup, it's a boy!" And Brian said "Hello, Eagle!" I brought him up out of the water, and he cried a little.
Eagle was born at about 3:30 pm. After a few minutes, Andrea asked me if I wanted to get out of the water. I told her no, I wanted to deliver the placenta in the water. So we covered him with warm blankets and waited. I held him skin to skin and looked him over and over and over. He didn't want to nurse right away, he still had amniotic fluid coming from his nose and mouth. He nursed after about 45 minutes, and the placenta came after about an hour. Nobody was rushing us.

Andrea had called her husband, PJ, and he arrived and immediately set to work emptying the pool. While normally I am not comfortable being naked in the same room as someone else's husband, I guess all's fair in love and birth. We really can't thank the two of them enough. They thought of the things we didn't think of, took care of things so we didn't have to and were an enormous help throughout the whole thing. Their support made this birth easier for us. Andrea didn't do it for the money, she did it because she cares. She genuinely cares about the well being of mothers and babies, and she wholeheartedly believes in women's right to choose where, how and with whom they give birth. Brian was also incredibly helpful to me during my labor and birth. The two of them did such a great job supporting me.
I am grateful to have a husband who trusts Nature and the birth process, and a wise woman who I am proud to call a friend. I am grateful to have a son, another beautiful baby, whom I have very quickly fallen in love with. My life will never be the same, not just because now I have another child, but because of the journey I went through to bring him here. I am grateful for the experience of a peaceful, undisturbed, autonomous birth. It is truly a life changing experience.