What I Did to Prepare
I loved the midwife as much as I loved the nurse. She sat back in her chair and told me to do what came natural. She didn’t tell me how to breathe. She didn’t stick her fingers in me and tell me how to push. She looked calm, but I could see the excitement in her eyes that I was doing this.
It took a few contractions for the baby to start crowning. Luckily, they were coming quickly. The midwife warned me that I’d start to feel a sting, and boy did I. They don’t call it the ring of fire for nothing. When the baby’s head started coming out it almost felt like I stopped pushing- like I was tightening up as if not to let him out (not that I had a choice). It also felt very awkward to have his head just chillin there while I waited for the next contraction. At that point it took more of a conscious effort to push past the burn. I bore down with all my might. “Reach down!” the midwife exclaimed. And then I felt another pop, like a vacuum had instantly sucked out my insides. I felt the baby in my hands and pulled him up to my chest. It was an amazing feeling.