The Day My Water Broke

Today one of my dearest mommy friends gave birth to her baby boy. It’s been a great day and I’m so happy for her. It has brought up so many memories of the day that I gave birth to Gus. One of the blogs I read today asked readers to recall their best memory about giving birth. Mine might surprise you a bit.

Yes, the greatest moment of the day was when I finally delivered Gus and was able to hold him in my arms for the first time. Best moment of my life. But you probably aren’t interested in hearing that story. It’s beautiful and sweet, but it’s already been told a gazillion times. So, I decided to pick the second best memory.

You might even learn something from this.

So, I was in what we all know as the pushing stage. Knees up, chin down, and a head between your legs. Yancy was on one side and the doula and the nurse were on the other. I had a mirror angled so that I could see everything. I wanted to watch. Well, at least I wanted to watch in the beginning.

My labor had been long. It had already been over 24 hours, but my water still hadn’t broken. And I hadn’t let them break it. I had just started pushing, bearing down with everything I had just like I’d been taught in our birthing classes. I pushed and I pushed and I pushed. Nothing was happening. It was certainly not what I had expected. All the videos we watched and movies I’d ever seen looked so easy. A few hard pushes and out popped a head. Not so with me.

I pushed. And pushed. And pushed some more. Nearly two hours. All of a sudden I saw an opening and a small round pale, white ball. I mean it was white. Nearly transulscent.

Oh my God. I thought. There really was an alien in there. My worst fears were happening when suddenly my doula looked down and said, “oh, I can see your water bag!”

She said it so gleefully. Apparently, your bag of water can come out in front of your baby’s head if it hasn’t broken. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God my son was not going to be a mutant.

I kept pushing and the ball kept bulging. It was almost like my vagina was trying to blow a bubble. Then I gave it one HUGE push and my bag of water shot out like a baseball. The nurse between my legs ducked and my bag of water splattered everywhere around her.

We were all silent for a second and than everyone in the room burst out laughing. No one had seen anything like it before. Not the nurses or my doula who had been delivering babies for the last twenty years. Â Apparently, I broke my own bag of water and shot it out like a torpedo. I was pretty proud. Those Kegels really work!

What is the moral of this story? My vagina is stronger than your vagina.

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