03/16/2026
Sunday Shares Vol. 3 - The Birth of Parker
I was 39 weeks and five days when I started noticing some action, I’d like to call it. Some cramping that was mild but tolerable throughout the day while at work. Being a first-time mom, I didn’t really know what to expect for myself despite listening to and reading others’ birth stories, so I kept my midwives and my husband in the know. When I got home, things started to pick up a bit. I was getting excited! It felt like Christmas Eve — maybe tomorrow I’ll receive God’s greatest gift! Overnight, I used the breathing tactics my husband and I had practiced and did my best to get rest, ignoring labor the best I could. I spent the majority of the night on the birth ball — the most comfortable place for contractions. They built slowly, and in between — still long periods of time — I would put my head down on the mattress and catch some z’s. JD and I were up most of the night, but despite that, come morning, my energy was high — to me it was Christmas Day!
Around 10 a.m., our house began to fill. It truly felt like a party! We had Rihanna blasting through the house and all the people closest to me and to our baby girl were arriving — most of my midwifery team, Heather and Madeleine, my doula Ayla, my best friend Bridget — all with the same level of excitement and energy, with food and supplies in hand! Everyone settled in and got set up as I hung out and relaxed in between contractions. Each contraction was growing stronger, and I would be on the birth ball while my supports swapped out, giving me strong hugs during each one. Looking back, it was such a beautiful way to feel comforted — a hug from your husband, your best friend, or your close confidant, a birth worker.
Things started to get a little bit more serious, and I stopped hearing or paying attention to the music. I really lost track of time and can’t tell you much of what happened in between, but I did labor in the warm bathtub with JD and that was very relaxing despite the intensity. My doula provided me with a birth comb, which became my best friend, but unfortunately I ended up breaking it! I felt the urge to push in the pool, and I think this was around 6 p.m. I wasn’t interested in a cervical exam, and my midwives felt comfortable trusting me and God to know when it was time to push. While pushing, I felt the pop in between my legs like a water balloon. That was when my water broke.
Despite the emotional and physical intensity of labor, there were many moments of laughter and joyfulness that I will never forget. At one point, we were giggling about my husband doing finger guns in every photo because he “didn’t know what to do with his hands.” Another time, I hopped out of the tub and was suddenly struck by a contraction and I dropped to all fours. After it passed, I sprung up and exclaimed, “Let’s move, people!!!” Another time, my best friend and my doula were holding my legs, and when a contraction came, I yelled, “Where’s my team?!? I need my team!!!” It’s these small moments of joy and laughter that I remember most and make me smile to this day!
I pushed for about two hours in various positions with really no progress. I felt discouraged, but I reminded myself that God designed me in this way, and whatever plan He had in mind, I would stick to. I had so much trust in Him and in my midwives — I felt very safe, and they frequently reminded me that I was. Amanda, my third midwife, had also joined the party by this time. When we did a cervical check, it appeared that I was not fully dilated; my anterior cervical lip was swollen, and my bladder was full. This meant that baby girl had many obstacles to make her appearance vaginally. In hindsight, she was also very malpositioned — posterior asynclitic — posing yet another challenge. The next steps involved draining my bladder with a catheter, taking some Benadryl, and then refraining from pushing through each contraction for about two hours to allow the cervical lip swelling to improve and baby to engage.
Those two hours tested my faith and mental fortitude. I remember clinging to my husband and crying for help from Heather and mercy from God. With all of the love and support from everyone in the house (even our dog), and by the grace of God, I made it through those two hours. I was fully dilated, the swelling improved, and it was time to push.
I was exhausted, mentally and physically, but one thing about birth is that once it starts, it doesn’t stop until the baby is here. I knew I could do it if I had made it this far. I used everything I had left in my body to push this baby out. In between contractions and pushes, I would fall asleep and apparently snore. I sat on the birth stool, my husband behind me, holding my upper body, laying his head next to mine on my shoulder. He would whisper in my ear and give me words of encouragement as I rested. I remember every time I would push, I received positive words: “You’re almost there,” “She is almost here,” “You got this, Momma,” “Keep going, lady — you got this,” “You’re so close to meeting Parker.” The thought of seeing my baby’s face Earthside, meeting her for the first time, was the biggest motivator.
In transition, I wanted to stand to push. I felt like I could mount more strength with gravity helping me, and squatting has always been a very strong position for me in an athletic sense. I stood next to our bed, squatting down, and pushed as hard as I could. JD, behind me, caught our baby. I didn’t hear her at first, but Heather, JD, and Bridget told me she was crying. They passed her through my legs to my arms, and I was so happy and relieved she was here. She had significant molding of her head, and so I immediately apologized to her for that! My team helped me to the bed to lay down, my baby on my chest and my husband and my best friend at my head. Everyone was excited. Parker Noelle was born at 12:17 a.m., 17 minutes into her due date, June 7, 2024.
Recounting my birth story brings a different perspective than what I can remember feeling at the time. There’s something that takes over in labor that’s driving you and telling you and your body and your baby what to do, and all I can think is that it’s all as intended by God and His perfect design.