The Story of Piper Grace Morse

I once read that pregnancy is like a marathon.  Months one through nine is training, labor and delivery is the last mile, and birth is crossing the finish line.  That describes my pregnancy exactly.

I had experienced a fabulous pregnancy.  From the beginning to the end, there was not a single complication.  I had great support from my husband, Joel, my family, friends, my midwife, and doula (Helen Kociba).  I experienced the norms of pregnancy like being tired, hungry, thirsty, and needing to pee a lot.  During my first trimester I had mild nausea but managed it by taking capsules of ginger oil.  I enjoyed exercising regularly and worked at an organic restaurant waiting tables at night.  We had a detailed birthing plan and wanted to have as natural of a delivery as possible. 

Labor began the night of March 4^th, 2010.  I was one day past my due date.  I had started contractions around 5pm.  They were approximately 5-6 minutes apart.  I could still talk and walk around comfortably.  My midwife had said that I could call her when contractions started but not to come to the hospital until I could not talk through contractions.  We made the call to the hospital to let my midwife know what was going on.  She suggested I take a bath, go to bed, and rest up in the event labor did start.  I also made a call to Helen so she knew to be waiting in the wings.  After a long bath, I went to bed around 10pm. 

Around 3:30am I was awaken by contractions that were much stronger than what I experienced earlier that evening.  I didn’t want to wake up Joel so I decided to hang out in the bathroom for a bit to see if the contractions continued.  Not only did they continue but they got stronger and it was getting hard to talk through them.  I woke Joel up and we started clocking contractions for an hour.  I went downstairs to do pelvic rolls on my exercise ball to get my mind off of each contraction.  We had planned on staying home to labor as long as possible so we would not be sent home from the hospital.  Around 5:30pm, I was in tears, couldn’t talk through contractions and finally said, “It’s time to go to the hospital.”  I knew this was what all my friends were talking about when they said that I would know when labor was starting.  Joel called Helen and told her it was “Go Time”.  Bless her heart; she drove all the way from Midland to West Bloomfield, an hour and a half drive, to be with us.

Helen has arrived!

After arriving at the hospital, my midwife told me I was dilated to 3cm.  She wanted us to stay at the hospital for an hour to see if I progressed before admitting me.  That hour seemed to last an eternity.  I was breathing hard, overwhelmed by the pain, and couldn’t imagine this not being active labor.  Then, the heavens opened and Helen arrived.  She went right to work and helped me get my head on straight.  She helped me breath calmer, used essential oils to relax me and helped me regain my focus.

Joel being a great help during contractions.

From 6:30am until 4:30pm, I went from 4cm to 5cm.  I had been in labor for 13 hours with no pain medication.  Contractions were every 2 to 3 minutes and lasted just over a minute.  I was exhausted and frustrated that I was not progressing.  My water had not even broken yet.  This was not how I imagined things would go but Helen kept reassuring me that I was doing great.  Her encouragement kept me going.  Joel was there with me the entire time, too.  He let me hold onto his shoulders, rubbed my back and danced with me through each contraction.  He took on the responsibility of helping me to the point of exhausting himself.

I had just got done soaking in the tub for two hours when the midwife on duty wanted to chat with us.  She was concerned for my exhaustion and lack of progression.  We made the decision to get an epidural so I could rest up and be ready for pushing.  The epidural was not originally planned but we knew it was not going to harm the baby.  After getting the epidural at 4:45pm, an overwhelming sense of relaxation settled in.  I could finally nap and rest.  At 10pm, my water was broken.  They found that my amniotic fluid had meconium in it.  I didn’t fret about the news but knew that our little princess needed to come out soon.  We continued to rest and wait until I was dilated to 9cm. 

Around 3:30am, I received the thumbs up that it was time to push.  I looked at Helen and she looked at me and we put on our game faces.  Helen was right there with Joel, my mom, and my midwife to guide me through two hours of pushing.  I remember my mom yelling, “Keep going!  She has a lot of hair.”  Just hearing those words made me push even harder.  I recall praying, “Lord, I need Your strength to get me through this last bit.” 

Piper Grace moments after her arrival.

Finally, at 5:30am, March 6^th 2011, we welcomed our beautiful daughter, Piper Grace Morse, to the world.  She came out screaming and was perfect in every way.  The midwife put her on my chest and I cried tears of joy.  Our precious daughter was finally here and we were officially a family.  I remember telling Piper, “Hi honey.  You did so good.  Mommy loves you.”  Joel smiled at me and said, “You are the one who did it.  I’m so proud of you.”  Every contraction, hours of labor and pushing was totally worth it to see Piper arrive healthy and safely.  She was 7lbs 2oz and 22 in. long.  

A very proud daddy.

Love at first sight.

After Piper’s arrival, Helen had to play super woman and drive back to Midland, in an ice storm, to prepare for her daughter’s baptism.  If that is not the picture of commitment to her family, I don’t know what is.  She is truly an amazing mother, doula, and friend.

Helen and Piper at our home.

I cannot wait to have another child and experience another delivery with Helen in my corner.  From the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything you did, Helen.