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I recently gave birth without the use of any pain medications for the second time. While recovering and getting to know my new son, Wolf, I’ve been reading over the journal entries I penned right after Felix’s birth nearly four years ago. Here is that birth story, with an admission of the real reason I went drug-free.
I am a delicate flower, otherwise known as a massive wimp with no tolerance for discomfort. The common cold inevitably knocks me out for days, I need nine hours of sleep to feel optimal, and I am so unathletic that I literally trained for months to run a 5K.
So, on the one hand, my decision to have an epidural-free birth was wildly out of character. On the other hand, I was raised in Vermont, where most of my friends were born at home. There was some part of me—probably the same part that doesn’t shave my legs—with whom the idea of a natural birth resonated deeply. I was too terrified to do the whole thing at home, so I went the hospital route, but with a doula—a woman named Amy who we paid nearly $5,000 to fight off the anesthesiologist.
As my birth plan dictated, we did the first part of the labor at home, where I squatted in various rooms of my apartment and made noises that can only be described as lowing (the exact noises, incidentally, that I SWORE Iʼd never make). Now, two weeks later, Iʼve already managed to forget what, exactly, contractions feel like. (My pregnant girlfriend keeps asking me, “Are they like especially bad period cramps?” No. “Diarrhea pains?” No. “A horrible side stitch while exercising?” Certainly not.) All I can say is that I remember thinking it must have been what William Wallace felt like in the disembowelment scene of Braveheart.
After about seven hours of this (during which I spent pretty much the entire time asking Amy, “How many more contractions do you think Iʼll have?”), I decided I simply couldnʼt take it any more and that I needed the drugs. So we walked to the hospital (itʼs only about 6 blocks away, and anyone who has been in labor can attest that sitting in a cab would be unendurable).
Upon arrival, I was told that I was fully dilated, and Amy convinced me that I didnʼt need the epidural. But I remained tempted. Even as the baby was crowning, I asked, “What would the epidural do for me now?” Shortly after this, when he was supposedly still crowning but had failed to emerge, I switched tactics and demanded a C-section, which I was also denied.
In any event, I officially gave birth without drugs, and my baby was 9 pounds, 4 ounces. Most people probably feel like they did their kids a huge favor by bringing them into the world epidural-free. And yes, I am proud that Felix, the absolute love of my life, had as clean and natural a beginning as I could have given him. But in my heart of hearts, do I REALLY believe the epidural would have caused him harm? No. What I do love is the look on peopleʼs faces when I tell them that I—the same girl who walks in heels for a maximum of three blocks before complaining of blisters and hailing a cab—pushed a 9-plus-pounder and felt every second of it.
5 responses to “The Secret Reason I Didn’t Have an Epidural”
Thanks Maia! I’m not sure if I will have a third either, so it is nice to have experienced it naturally at least once. By the way, your product guides have been useful to me-they have saved me some time and narrowed down my options for me. It is nice to not have to pore through as many items on EWG and go through all the trials and errors myself. You should get some sponsors or something similar for your blog so you can get something out of people visiting! Unless you already do and I am just not seeing them. Anyway, talk to you later-Sara
Just had the second baby this past weekend and did in fact do it without any drugs! And yes, it did turn out to go way faster than the first. About two hours of regular contractions, the last 45 minutes of which were awful. I actually had requested an epidural at the very end because I thought I couldn’t take the contractions anymore, but just as they finished preparing it, the baby was right there, and there was no time to actually administer it. She was out in one push, if you would even call it that. So I’m glad they didn’t have time to give me anything and I got my natural birth after all (even though it was kind of by default) 🙂
I’m so glad for you, Sara! Congratulations! I don’t know anyone who didn’t waver on the desire for a natural birth–just because a second labor is faster certainly doesn’t mean it’s not as painful. I don’t know if I will have another baby, but if I do, I have promised myself that I will not spend the pregnancy worried about the delivery. Congratulations again on the new little one!
Congratulations on the new baby! I am going to attempt natural childbirth again-glad to hear someone lived through it. My second is due in a couple of months. I tried to go natural with my first but gave in and had an epidural after eight or so hours.