Continuing my story about planning a home VBAC, when I called the midwife to tell her my water had broken and the fluid was greenish, she very calmly said, "that's OK, about 1/3 of all water is tinged and it's not a problem."
On the other occasions throughout the pregnancy when I needed reassuring (uterine rupture risk? elevated blood pressure? confusion over whether to have a Step B test...)her positive attitude and patient answers propelled me up some hill I could not climb alone. I cannot say how important these little words were. They were little. And they were huge. I cannot say for sure, but I believe that had my greenish waters broken in the hospital, it would have caused more of a stir, which would have made me scared, which would have made me doubt.
On this night, I did not doubt. I gamely timed my contractions on a piece of paper. I broke out into a sweat leaning on my husband and it made me think of all those Hollywood films when the laboring woman has a mop of wet hair. I always thought that was overly dramatic. But I had not worked that hard on a treadmill. Ever.
And when I could not write times anymore, I put down the pen. My husband dialed the phone. The midwife asked to speak with me. She wanted to hear what my voice sounded like. And 10 minutes later the midwife was hauling her bag up the main staircase in our house. She whispered something to my husband, dropped her bag and suddenly a nuclear contraction hit and a sound came from my toes up through my throat. She told me to get in the tub right away.