By around 4:30am I knew I was ready to get into the pool. My body was craving the relief of the warm water and a change up. I could tell at this point that each surge was getting us closer to holding our baby.
I remember waiting a few minutes to cut her cord and laying her on my chest expecting her to root and start breast-feeding. She didn’t. I remember thinking her energy seemed low although she had let out a good wailing cry at birth.
I found myself on a birthing ball with my head and hands buried into the bed. Contraction after contraction came and while they gained in intensity, I thought we were still pretty early.