Don’t Worry, Be Happy
“We experience moments absolutely free from worry. These brief respites are called panic.” ~Cullen Hightower
I was on the floor doing mandatory stretches for birthing class when I paused mid cat/cow to eavesdrop on the girl whose strident voice was asking the doula (a pregnancy support coach) about a severe pressure in her lower abdomen. Glancing up, I met my husband’s eyes and we smiled with conspiratorial slyness. Every Thursday night for the past three weeks we have had to listen to this girl worry about everything from stretch marks to constipation, and although I also struggle with fear surrounding my first child’s impending birth, at that moment I felt superior to her until she started complaining about a clicking in her pelvis whenever she walked.
“Oh, that’s great,” the doula replied. “That means your pelvis’s loosening in preparation for labor.”
Still on all fours in the sage-colored Zen room, I swiveled my pelvis from side to side then hissed up at my husband, “My pelvis won’t click. You think it’s fused?”
Randy just rolled his eyes and reached down to offer me his hand. “You’re fine,” he said. “Let’s go home.”
The next afternoon, rather than taking the elevator, I ambitiously ran up three flights of stairs to the natural birth section of the women’s health clinic and was ushered back to meet with one of the four midwives. After taking my weight, she had me sit on the examination table and took my blood pressure, then paused and took my blood pressure again. The midwife pressed the heart rate monitor to my stomach and a steady thumping filled the room. She shifted the monitor to the other side and more thumping filled the room, only faster this time. A line formed between her eyebrows, but she still tried to smile.
“Got squirrels in there?” she said.
“No, maybe twins.”
“You have had an ultrasound, right?” she joked.
The midwife listened to the heart rate for a few more minutes and said she was having a hard time distinguishing between my heart rate and my daughter’s.
I said, “I did take the stairs.”
The midwife just nodded and explained that I might be compressing a vein by lying on my back, which could be slowing the baby’s heart rate. She asked me to follow her into another room. Squirting some warm goop on my stomach, the midwife had me sit on a recliner and attached the fetal heart monitor to my stomach and wrapped a contraction band above it.
She powered on some kind of machine that immediately started spitting out a record of the baby’s fluctuating heart rate, then left the room to research the herbal concoction a mother of fifteen had given to me. I watched the red numbers on the black screen fluctuate from 110 to 150 and began to panic. I didn’t know much about the medical profession, but I did know that Addie’s heart rate had always stayed in between 140 and 160; it had never dipped that low before. My own heart rate increased as I stared down at the contraction band and wondered why the midwife had wrapped it around my stomach. I glanced around the empty room while wishing for the midwife’s return, then looked back at the contraction monitor. I didn’t know what the spike on the paper meant, but I didn’t think it was good. I started talking to my daughter, trying to calm both her and myself down.
It did not help.
They’re gonna put me on bed rest. What if I’m in labor at thirty-three weeks? What if they have to do a C-section?
My stomach rippled as Addie swam laps through the amniotic fluid, and I wondered if she was moving so much because she was in distress.
I was giving the worry wart from birthing class a run for her doula when the midwife reentered the room and picked up the paper scrolling from the machine. Her blue-green eyes grew wide. “Did you sit up?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“Did you move at all?”
Again, I shook my head.
The midwife pointed to the lower spike on the paper. “Looks like you had a contraction.”
“But I didn’t feel anything,” I said.
“Sometimes you won’t.”
The midwife stared at the machine, and we watched another contraction spike being etched out on the paper. She knelt before me and gently kneaded her fingertips into my stomach.
“You’re not tight,” she said.
Right then Addie shifted beneath the contraction band and the midwife smiled naturally for the first time since my visit began. “She was pushing it up,” the midwife explained. “That’s why the shape of the contraction’s all wrong.”
“What about her heart rate?” I asked. “It’s never been so up and down before.”
“But look here,” the midwife said, pointing at the lowest point of the numbers. “Her heart rate has a good base line; it doesn’t degress at all.”
Just to be on the safe side, the midwife kept me hooked up to the monitor for a few more minutes and checked my blood pressure again. Everything looked fine, but as I descended the three flights of stairs on shaky legs, I realized how blessed my pregnancy has been and that I would never, ever again judge the girl from my birthing class for her strident voice or for her worry.
Experienced mothers to us expectant ones: What were your biggest pregnancy fears and how did you conquer them?
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Jessica
I had a similar situation. It's weird to have a contraction and not feel it! Praying for you. Won't be long now. Never in your life will you have as much faith and trust in your and her Creator than you will right now. Until she's born, of course, but that's a whole different kind of trust.
Melissa Crytzer Fry
Boy oh boy… I would BE the worry wart from class. No doubt about it! Glad you're taking it in stride and have such a wonderful attitude. Does this all mean you're not going to have any assisted pain meds when you give birth? You are one tough cookie, if so!
Jolina Petersheim
It won't be long now, indeed, Jessica; it suddenly feels like there is so much to do and not enough time to do it! Once I hold this squirmy darling in my arms, though, I know all of the preparation will be worth it! Thanks for keeping me in your prayers! 🙂
Jolina Petersheim
The goal is to go completely natural, Melissa–so no drugs! It is pretty terrifying, honestly, as I do not know what to expect. Randy is making organic raspberry leaf tea for me every morning (32 ounces of it!) that I'm supposed to drink to prepare my body for birth. I also have that slightly sketchy concoction from a woman who's given birth to fifteen kiddos (her husband is her midwife!). The comfort is found in the fact that women have given birth naturally for eons; they didn't need all of these interventions. We're not sick–we're just pregnant. Hoooorah! 😉
(Um…I'm still not signing anything about not taking medicine if it gets too bad. Just FYI.)
Julia Munroe Martin
I WAS the worry wart in the class… haha, I'm STILL the worry wart. But, as you say, once you hold the squirmy darling, you'll be fine. Is her name Addie — or just a pre-birth name? — it is absolutely precious! Won't be long now…
Jolina Petersheim
Oh, I worry a ton too, Julia–beeeelieve me! My husband helps to balance that part, though, as his family was entirely opposite of mine. He drove a car around different farms at ten years old and climbed up eighty-foot silos at nine! Unbelievable!
We did settle on a name…finally: Adelaide Anne Petersheim, and we'll call her “Addie” for short. Randy loves that he can call her “Daddy's Addie.” I think that's what sold him on it! 🙂
StoriesAndSweetPotatoes
I don't know much about pregnancy but I think the same thing happens when worrying about any medical situation. We try to “self diagnose” which is usually a worse case scenario option. Never google strange symptoms either!
Athena Grayson
Stopping by and waving hi from #myWANA! Neither one of my kids liked the strap monitor or the portable one. They both kicked the crap out of it from inside out! 🙂 Kudos to you for going natural–I did with both mine and had a homebirth with my second. So very empowering. My biggest worry was thinking someone would stop us from leaving the hospital. “You can't take that baby!”
Best of luck and strength to you. Remember to relax and trust yourself and your body to do what it needs to do!
leahsthoughts.com
Okay, my biggest piece of advice: You'll never be able to know anything for sure until you are in labor and giving birth. Even the doctors (or doulas) won't know. You honestly just have to get to a point where you're okay with that and know everything will be okay for you and your daughter. I remember my last few weeks pregnant with Sophie. I had a really easy pregnancy. Toward the end I had one doctor say there's no way I'll make it to November 1. And then Nov. 1 rolled around and the nurse practitioner said, now way, you're probably going to need to be induced. She's not moved a bit. So even they didn't know what was going on. I ended up being induced, which I don't recommend, but it wasn't horrible either. I made it nearly 16 hours without drugs. Sophie was just not going anywhere and it looked like she wouldn't fit. I had a c-section, which was not awful by the way. So bottom line: Just take in naturally. Do what comes naturally for you and the baby. You'll know in your heart. And believe me, the birthing ends up being the easiest part of being a new mom 🙂
Jolina Petersheim
I'm a Google queen, Sara! I not only self diagnose but I diagnose others as well. My husband just loves it whenever he has a mild cold, and I say that he has some rare tropical disease only cured through a remedy I can't begin to spell or pronounce. So, thanks for the reminder–I'll try to do better! 🙂
Jolina Petersheim
Hi, Athena–so glad you stopped by from #myWana! I was starting to wonder if I was giving birth to the female version of Sampson by the way Baby Addie was kicking/thrashing beneath that monitor. Glad to know I'm not alone, and thank you for your words of encouragement. All I can do is try to go natural and let the rest up to my body and to the One who created it!
Jolina Petersheim
Vonderful goot advice, Leah–thank you! I know I must prepare myself for Plan B or even Plan C, but it is always nice to hear that even if my plans do not come to fruition that it is still okay in the end. I kind of had a brief moment when Addie's heart rate was all over the place and I was sitting in that room alone where I didn't care what they did to me as long as she was safe. I pray that grace will continue throughout labor and delivery!
Erin
Jolina,
I don't know if you knew this but I started having labor contractions at 18 weeks and they continued until birth, causing me to be on bedrest for the last 6 months of my pregnancy. The most terrifying moments of my life were the night I laid in the hospital while they gave me drug after drug trying to stop the contractions. Each drug failing time and time again only caused my heart to sink lower and lower into my stomach. The next two weeks were the hardest I've ever had. In the end all turned out great. Smooth labor and a little boy is who is filled with so much joy he could light a Christmas tree! 🙂
You are so far along that your daughters chances of survival are incredibly strong! It might be scary but if she's like you, she's a fighter. She's just showing a little excitement in meeting you and Randy. She'll come when she's ready, even if you're not. 😉 Hang in there!
Jolina Petersheim
No, Erin, I had no idea you went through such a battle to bring your precious son into this world. And talk about a fighter?! I say you were/are quite the warrior princess, Momma! How brave you must've been to go through bedrest for six whole months. I was terrified that I was going to be on bedrest for six weeks! I am so grateful that everything worked out for you and your family; I know many people must've been praying. What a powerful tool, better than any drug. 🙂
ninabadzin.com
First of all, so glad everything is ok. Second: I think I conquered my fears by realizing I had very little control, for better or worse. You can't blame yourself for much, and you can't take credit for much either. I know that's not very inspiring, but it's pretty true. Obviously if you drink way too much you can blame yourself for the outcome, but most things are out of our control.
Jolina Petersheim
I'm sure glad everything's okay, too, Nina! Thank you for your advice; it actually is a comfort more than you know. There are so many articles and books on giving birth and things to do during pregnancy that it makes your head spin. Knowing it is ultimately out of my hands means that I just have to trust. Much easier said than done!
Cecilia Marie Pulliam
The only thing you can do is do your best to follow your doctor's advice and let the rest go. One thought helped me through three pregnancies and births: If it was as horrible as some said, no woman would ever get pregnant more than once. Well, many of us have had multiple pregnancies. One step at a time, that is all you can do. The odds are in your daughter's and your favor. Rest comfortably in that.