The Arrival of Prince Hèir

After a long 9month journey of my first pregnancy my prince finally arrived. On September 5th, 2020 at 8:40pm , I gave birth to my beautiful son Hèir Glover. 7 pounds 8 ounces . Although the road was mighty tough, I wouldn’t change the way I did it for nothing. My journey consisted of long morning walks, late night insomnia, late night or day cravings ,morning sickness until the end of my pregnancy, body pain and changes , midwife appointments ,hospital appointments, reading and singing to my little one , doula prep talks and yoga, touch and feels from family members , and just enjoying the little love kicks and movements of my prince. All leading up to the arrival of my little baby .

My last midwife appointment with Samantha Magpi was the prior Monday before my prince arrived. She suspected because I was a first time mom I would be giving birth at a later date (September 10th) but knowing my body and my son , I told her “I will be calling you on Saturday” lol” (September 5th). Throughout my whole pregnancy I made sure I talked to my son the whole way through, through every laugh, every obstacle , every voice besides mommies, every cry , every event , every sickness, I spoke to him. As I prepped for him to come , The last thing I said before I went into labor was, “ okay Son , Mommy has the birthing pool together now , I am ready whenever you are”. Later on that night at around 1am , my contractions started. I immediately texted my midwife and doula, I didn’t panic , I listened to my body, breathed and talked to my son. I got my video camera out and recorded along the way. I couldn’t really sleep much because of the excitement , bathroom visits and intensifying pain .

At about 5 am , I received a text from one of my close friends saying “are you ok “, she must have sensed I was in labor , but one important thing she said was “remember everything you learned and breathe” . At 6am , I alerted family members and the father of my child because the contractions began to intensify. My birthing plan just included , the father of my child and his and I support persons but it ended up being a whole party of family members , my midwife and her assistant, my virtual doula , and my other doula , trust me I was happy for all the support! The love and support kept me going. The breathing kept me going .I kept a smile on my face, I called out to God, I laughed, I moved from the bathroom to my room , I sat on a ball, I sat in the water pool ( too comfy for my baby and too many eyes ) I used different positions, I spoke to my son , spoke up when I needed quiet , when I needed assistance , when I needed one person and when I needed to be left alone. I felt like during each contraction I wasn’t presently here but I could still hear each and every voice of support and when the contractions would stop I would come back to reality and speak to my family or laugh .

There was a moment in the pool I looked up and said “Hey sista” lol right after a contraction . My beautiful midwife was extremely patient , guided me along the way , and kept monitoring my baby’s heartbeat. My virtual doula all the way in LA stayed on the phone the whole process from pre- labor to labor and gave her love , advice and support. My other doula helped me with drinking fluids, comfort , and emotional support. The father of my child was extremely supportive and talked to me the whole way through . He wouldn’t leave my side even when I wanted a moment by myself .

I went through with a full natural labor without any medicine. I yelled , I almost cried , I squeezed the father of my child’s hands one last time, let his hands go , leaned over on my son’s play pin, on a birthing stool ( thank you Samantha’s assistant ) and then pushed as hard as I could , first came the sac, another push and then there was his head and the third push he was out at 8:40 pm. It was a beautiful moment. An unforgettable loving moment . A feeling of relief that he made it here safely because I was fully Dilated at 3pm lol but my boy came when he wanted to at his perfect time. He looked up at his father and I and just stared and blinked with his beautiful eyes ,I kissed him and held him tight. When he let out that first cry everybody in the other room cheered. It was a brand new amazing joyful experience and it was mighty tough, but yes It was worth it and I would do it again. Blessings to all the amazing Mothers.

Destinee Barr