Little Warrior, Sunshine Child. Birth Story of Bret Howe Eaves

Motherhood.

I have felt the weight, I have felt the grief of emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual expansion. It has been the most glorious, painful, exhausting, powerful vortex I have ever been asked to pass through. My heart is now more full than it has ever been. It has given me the most precious gifts. First of all the magic and wonder that is my children. Experiencing the birth of a love I didn’t know possible. Like birth we labor in this love, bound by the struggle, pain, power, surrender, we experience as we soujorn in this life.  Motherhood, deepened me, painfully, but gave me the me I’ve always wanted.

This last pregnancy was relatively painless. It was a time of peace and joy. It was fought for. I had to overcome emmense mountains of emotional pain, to welcome a new comer. It took faith in my husband, faith in myself, and a surrender to Gods love he was trying to send to me. My dear Father in Heaven knew the healing that I needed with growing and bringing this child earthside.

I feel a peace in myself that I’ve never had before. It came from taking Gods hand and letting it guide me. Moment by moment. Angels seen and unseen were sent to me. I was taught jewels of truth and knowledge from others who had overcome my same mountains.

I had a intuitive impression that this birth would be hard. That I was to make myself physically strong. Of course this brought fearful thoughts to my head. But that peace I spoke of earlier, guided me gently through them. Up till the day before I delivered, and let my last fear go.


I knew that night before that I was going to have the baby the next day. Of course I didn’t get myself too excited. Although the signs were totally there. I had lost my mucus plug and had bloody show.  I was 5 days past due. I had exapected I would carry longer and that this child would be a healthy size.

Unlike my other two labors that both started right at 12:00am, I started light contractions at 4:30am. I tried to go back to sleep with little success. So I started tracking them. They were about 10mins apart.
My husband woke up at 5:00am for work. I told him what was going on. Said if they got any closer I would call him home. I had two false alarms similar to this about a week prior.

Sure enough around 7:30am they really picked up pace ranging from 3 to 5 minutes apart. So I called Paul home. The day before I had let my doula know I had lost my mucus plug. I called her when they first started, to put her on alert. At around 7:00am I called my midwife to let her know I was definitely having small contractions ranging any where from 3-13mins apart. They gave me advice on some things I could do to stimulate it further. Few positions, and “curb” walking. And by strictly labor enduceing need, demanded a little love making..

The contractions were getting more intense but still very spiratic. My midwife asked if I would like to come in and get checked. I agreed, I wanted more so to know if the little one had turned to the posterior position again, or sunny side up. (Head turned toward the front instead of the back. )

We got there and to my surprise she said I was at a 5/6, tissue super soft. So I asked her “Are we having a baby today?” She told us “ Yes,  think we are looking at a dinner time baby!” . I was so excited she told us at this point we could stay or labor a little more at home. I decided to go home. Called my doula, Michelle, and told her to meet me there. She would be able to tell when I needed to head back to the birth center.

We basically came into the drive way, walked in the house and bam. I wasn’t able to talk through these ones. So we got back on the car and went down. Called Michelle told her the change of plans.

When we returned, I was in the full seat of things. We walked into the birth room and everything was all ready. I looked at my birth pool in the corner and started to cry. The last time I was in that pool
Sweet little Nora was born.

I got in and was soon bearing down. I kept checking Myself and would feel his head at the top of my finger.  He was budging I had been “pushing” for two hours with no Dissension. The midwives told me maybe we should get out and try some different positions. What insured after this point was by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. We pushed in difference positions, blue face, hard as I can  pushing, for 3 hrs.

I screamed  and groaned, cried and cursed, roared and yelled. This was not at all like my other labors.
I was getting so tired and my midwives I think sensed that I wouldn’t be able to carry on much longer. I could feel myself going numb. So they put me in a very painful position. My legs were draped over the end of the bed, a pillow was propped beneath my bum, and I would alternate having contractions with my legs down then pulling them up. When they were up they had to pry my pubic bone away from my tail bone... yes it HURT. But finally after what I can only say was from a deep grizzly inside of me, I growled his head out. Soon the shoulders followed and then came the most beautiful baby I had ever seen! Sunny side up ( Posterior oresentation) with a very short chord.

I learned that day that I was a freaking super hero, that I had inhuman capabilities. But was definitely traumatized.

Bret is perhaps the most glorious, fun, beautiful child. He was a very aware and smart baby. My
Midwife said “congratulations you gave birth to a 3mo old. Weighing 9lbs 6oz.

Bret was so full of goodness and light. It scared me, still scares me. Like he is almost too
Perfect to be here. No matter how “naughty” he can be.

His birth gave me confidence that I could
Do anything I put my mind to.