Before sharing my birth story, it’s important for me to talk about my pregnancy. I have a pretty demanding job, managing clients as well as employees. I discovered that my busy work and home life left me little time to truly cherish the magical transformation of my body and the little miracle growing inside me. Roots Prenatal yoga provided me the time I needed to be at peace, relax, and concentrate on my unborn baby.

Yoga was new to me and I was very nervous for my first class. I didn’t know what to expect. Was I going to walk into a studio filled with these insanely flexible yogi experts, were they going to be talking about different poses that to me, are common animals, and is not a position my body should be in? The owner, Sandi Hoover, quickly put me at ease after I spoke with her on the phone prior to going to class. After my first class, I was hooked! I loved the instructor; she was down to earth, funny, and had a very powerful message.

I was glowing after my first class! It could have been the pregnancy hormones, but I think it was from class. I had never felt more empowered as a women. I remember getting on the phone after class and calling my mother and best friend to tell them about my experience. I realized that day how amazing my body was. I was creating life, and even though pregnancy and being a first time mom is completely terrifying, I felt completely at peace. I knew at that moment, my body would take care of me and my little one.

In my opinion, no birthing class can truly prepare you for labor. Everyone’s experience is so different. For me, it happened very fast. I got out of bed at three in the morning after tossing and turning with some minor back pains and went to my living room to stretch and attempt to relax. As I sat on my medicine ball, rocking my hips back and forth in my hot pink fuzzy robe, I started googling the difference between having gas and contractions. I didn’t know if I had to go to the bathroom or if I was going into labor. My water hadn’t broke, my baby hadn’t dropped, and I was only dilated one centimeter. I had no idea what was going on. Who does with their first pregnancy?

My contractions felt like minor period cramps. It wasn’t until early in the morning, around five or six, that my husband and I concluded we were probably in labor and attempted to time our contractions. I say “attempted” because it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I had the weirdest set of contractions, they weren’t regular nor spaced out evenly. Sometimes I’d have a contraction for a few minutes, then ten minutes later, another one. Then other times, I’d have a contraction then a couple minutes later, I’d have another one. It was so confusing as first timers. We couldn’t figure out if my contractions were ten minutes or three minutes apart? Should we go to the hospital or not?

As my contractions progressed, I slowly showered, packed our hospital bag (yep, we were NOT prepared), and labored in my living room. I used my medicine ball, leaned over my couch, and my favorite move, hung my arms around my husband’s neck as he applied pressure to my lower back. I rocked and stretched my hips while walking up the stairs. I think this was Sandi’s move that she shared during class. We didn’t have a strict birthing plan. We knew I was going to delivery at Methodist and we wanted to stay at our house as long as possible. For us, labor was fast and intense. We didn’t get to stay at home for more than a few hours.

One thing no one ever told me when I was pregnant, throwing up in labor is completely normal. Best advice I heard when I was pregnant, head to the hospital when you can no longer carry on a conversation. After throwing up a couple times and me responding to my husband with incoherent mumbled sentences, we decided to head to the hospital. I was in full blown labor. I couldn’t open my eyes in the car, I could barely talk to the nurses at the hospital without a contraction occurring mid sentence. We checked in at 12:30 and got settled into a room around 1:00.

I wanted an all natural birth. I knew it was going to be tough, but I kept telling myself that my body can do this, I am strong and everything is going to be OK. Many lines I heard from different yoga instructors and students that attended Roots Prenatal classes. My amazing partner, birth coach, and husband kept saying the same things as I was breathing, yelling and grunting through the final hours of contractions. I definitely found my voice during labor. In the last hour from 3:30-4:30pm, I went from 5cm to pushing. During that time, it felt like I was having contractions non-stop. I remember shouting out to the nurse, “what are my options for drugs?” Within seconds I was having another contraction and forgot about my intentions of getting pain meds.

The doctor came in at 4:15, she asked me to lay on my back and get ready to push. For me, I was most comfortable laboring on all fours, lying on my back was painful and uncomfortable. As my legs were spread open and the doctor was preparing, she took a second to give me a complement and said my cervix was very relaxed and open. Kudos to Roots for helping me prepare my body for labor. Then the doctor explained to me how I was going to push, which it turns out, I was doing all wrong. I didn’t know that one round of pushing consisted of a series of three pushes where I would hold my breath for ten seconds. I made it through one round of pushing and then on my fourth push, my little bundle of joy arrived.

My amazing baby boy, Jackson Dean, 5lbs 10oz, 18.5 inches was born at 4:32pm. We were overjoyed and totally in love within seconds.

Believe it or not, this is actually the shorter version of my birth story. 🙂 We were in NICU for 2 1/2 weeks after Jackson was born and I had a lot of free time on my hands so I documented everything. Funny one liners that had been said during the day he was born, how in one look my husband and I knew what we were going to name our son without having to say a word, and of course, I documented our experience in NICU. His time at NICU is another story. All I can say is that the nurses and doctors are amazing, and we have a healthy baby boy.

Special thanks go out to all the instructors at Roots Prenatal Yoga.

Thank you.