Music and Massage! Jamie’s Story
by Steph Scott
Jamie had been in early labor since 4:00 am Tuesday morning. She and her husband Travor spent the day trying to get labor going, walking and using the breast pump, but Jamie’s contractions were around 10 minutes apart most of the day. At 8:30 pm, she texted me that she had lost her mucus plug. I wrote back that this didn’t necessarily mean anything would happen tonight – but an hour later, Travor called to say Jamie’s water had broken!
I met them at Seton at 10:00 pm. Jamie was 2 ½ cm dilated, but her contractions were already intense enough that she needed help coping with the pain. She wanted a natural birth, but Travor told me she was already questioning whether that would be possible. When I arrived Jamie was lying in bed on her side – she was supposed to be monitored for an hour. She and Travor were listening to hypnobirthing recordings. Travor sat by her head and breathed with her during the contractions to help her focus on keeping her breaths long and slow, and after contractions, he’d give her sips of water, praise her hard work, and encourage her for the next one. They were in a wonderful groove, but it was still so early that I suspected things would soon get really intense.
Jamie liked very firm counterpressure on her low back while she was lying on her side, so I did a lot of that while Travor was by her head. It took me a while to unpack my things and get the room set up; the breaks between contractions seemed really short. I brought out my lavender and peppermint oils. I put some nice lavender soap at the sink and put some lavender hand sanitizer on the bedside table, and I turned off the horrible fluorescent overhead light and put on a softer, gentler light by the door that made the room darker and cozy.
As soon as the hour was up and the monitors were off, Jamie got out of bed and sat on the ball. Travor sat on the bed with pillows in his lap, and Jamie sat on the ball leaning over onto Travor. He was such wonderful support – he massaged her shoulders to relax them when he saw her holding tension there, he always remembered to offer her sips of water to keep her hydrated, and he intuitively knew how to help her focus on her breath by breathing with her loudly instead of trying to talk to her in words about how to breathe. When I emailed the other Get Babied doulas an update, I commented on how great Travor was and how Megan’s “Get Prepped Plus” class had turned him into a highly skilled doula! Megan wrote back that Travor was the superstar of the class. It really showed!
Travor also kept saying funny things to Jamie between her intense contractions. This is hard to do without getting yelled at, because humor can be annoying to a laboring mama when she’s trying to focus all her attention on coping with the pain. But Travor was able to find the perfect degree of levity to make Jamie smile. After the really hard contractions he kept saying, “Oh yeah, you kicked that one in the ASS!!” It cracked me up. Jamie would grin and murmur, “Thanks!” They were so sweet together.

Gus is a cutie!
While Jamie sat on the ball, I sat behind her and massaged her back. It didn’t take long before she started needing a lot of help and encouragement to get through her contractions and stay focused and motivated. I did a lot of very firm counterpressure on her low back; that seemed to help the most. Travor and I also did double-hip squeezes by standing on each side of Jamie when she was on her hands and knees so that we could each press one hip towards her spine. I could see her tensing up with each contraction, and instead of just breathing, she started whimpering in a way that sounded increasingly desperate. We talked about not fighting the pain because it was good; it was productive and was really helping to melt her cervix away and move Gus down a bit lower each time. Little by little, Jamie figured out how to work with the contractions instead of fighting them.
For the first few hours, she switched between the same two positions – sitting on the ball and sidelying in the bed. Because she had been awake since 4:00 am and labored all day, she was already exhausted when she got to the hospital. So we tried to make her comfortable enough that she could doze between contractions as much as possible. The contractions were getting more and more intense, and Jamie was doing great working with them. She told Travor and me that she liked hearing us talk to her and tell her she could do it. She had a very hard time relaxing because of the intensity of the contractions plus lack of sleep. At 1:00 am, another cervical check showed she was 3 ½ cm. She knew she still had a lot of labor ahead of her, so she asked for some medication. Within seconds of getting fentanyl she sighed and murmured dreamily, “This is AWESOME.” Travor and I grinned at each other across the bed – it was wonderful to see her smile again. As I spoke to her quietly about melting softly away and making more space for Gus to descend, I could see her shoulders moving down and her hands unclenching. As Jamie relaxed, I could feel myself relaxing too.
I began to pay more attention to the room around us as I was able to focus less intently on Jamie. Travor had exchanged the hypnobirthing recordings for the playlist Jamie had put together for her birth. Sitting behind Jamie and massaging her back and hips, I started really getting into the music. I was working on 4 hours of sleep, having just been to a birth early the previous morning, and I was a little bit delirious. At 1:20 am, “Crimson & Clover” came on, and I felt a subtle but distinct shift in the atmosphere. We were all sitting – Travor on the edge of the bed, Jamie on the ball with her head in his lap, me on the stool at her back, always massaging. But with that song, it started to feel like we were all dancing as we moved and breathed together in rhythm with Jamie’s labor and Joan Jett’s gritty vocals.
Jamie’s playlist was the perfect labor soundtrack. Most people choose their labor music based on how relaxing it is. Jamie said she just brought all the songs that made her really happy. She had a lot of Bob Marley, which is always wonderful for birthing – it’s impossible to feel too bad when you’re listening to Bob Marley. And “Your Pulling Touch” by Poi Dog Pondering is indeed one of the happiest love songs I know. As Travor said, Jamie has excellent taste!

Smack!
Jamie was able to cope well and rest with the fentanyl until around at 4:00 am. At that point, she was feeling a lot of pain, along with increasing pressure that made her want to push. She tried not to because she didn’t want her cervix to swell if she wasn’t completely dilated, but it became harder and harder to resist. Soon I could tell from the sounds she was making that she was pushing. She asked to be checked; she was 8 cm. She was making great progress, but she was thoroughly exhausted. She asked for an epidural so she could have some relief from the overwhelming urge to push and so she could get some rest; otherwise, she didn’t think she’d have the energy to push effectively. By the time she got the epidural, around 4:30 am, she had been laboring for about 24 hours.
Travor and I had also been up for 24 hours and working hard, though not as hard as Jamie. He had spent the day helping her try to get labor started, and I had been to an early morning birth. All three of us got some much-needed sleep after Jamie’s epidural. It took me a while to convince Travor to move out of his chair by the bed where he was sitting and holding Jamie’s hand – but finally, after they had both been asleep for about an hour (still holding hands), he agreed to move to the sofa bed. He slept with a scarf and a ridiculous furry hat with ear flaps because it was freezing in the room (Jamie had been hot all night). I slept on the sofa bed too, until around 8:30 am when Tanya, another of the Get Babied doulas, showed up with a triple mocha for me along with sugary treats for breakfast. (At the time I was convinced this was the most delicious breakfast I had ever tasted. I will be forever grateful to Tanya who appeared like some kind of angel from Starbucks – when I opened the door and saw her standing there I could swear there were harps playing).

Sleep Deprivation & a Ridiculous Hat
At 8:00 am Jamie was 9 cm; the epidural had slowed her labor down. Her doctor started pitocin to try to speed it up, but by 9:30 Gus’s heart rate started to dip after contractions, showing that he was stressed and not tolerating the pitocin well. They turned the pitocin back to the smallest dose possible and put Jamie on oxygen while we waited for a few more contractions to see what would happen. Everyone stared at the monitor, willing Gus’s heart rate to stay within the safe range – it did! Jamie’s doctor said she might need a cesarean if his heart rate started to dip again, but she was fine with Jamie laboring longer with the low dose of pitocin and the oxygen. Finally, at 2:15 pm, Jamie was finally 10 cm!
Gus was at +1 station, and the doctor wanted Jamie to labor down for one more hour to try to get him to +2 which would mean a lot less work for her to push him out. She was okay with this plan, although she was feeling more and more pressure and some pain at this point. She hung in there for another hour with Travor and me doing counterpressure on her sacrum. At 3:30 the doctor gave her the okay to start pushing, because Gus had moved down to +2 station.
Travor stayed by Jamie’s head holding her hand, and I brought warm washcloths for her perineum to help avoid tearing. The nurse did perineal massage with betadine instead of olive oil because the doctor wanted to avoid olive oil in case she needed to use a vacuum. By the time the doctor was delivering the baby, she wasn’t worried about needing the vacuum, and she did perineal massage with olive oil herself. Jamie pushed very well – she was really strong and the epidural had enabled her to regain a lot of energy. She didn’t think she wanted a mirror, but I suggested she try it. Right as Gus was being born, Jamie’s eyes were closed, so I prompted her to open her eyes and look in the mirror. She had been pushing quietly, but she suddenly gave a triumphant scream and then started laughing and crying at the same time as the doctor placed Gus right onto her belly.
Gus was born at 4:56 pm. He was a plump 8 pounds, 3 ounces and 20 inches long. As soon as Travor saw him, he started crying. Gus was so cute that none of us could look away from him! He was a very peaceful baby, and very alert. When his dad talked to him he got quiet and listened as if he understood what Travor was saying. Jamie got him unwrapped from all his blankets for some immediate skin-to-skin breastfeeding time. It just took a few minutes before he was latched on and chomping happily!
I want to end this birth story with something Travor said, which I think is maybe the nicest thing I’ve ever heard at a birth. After a really long, hard, contraction he told Jamie, “This little guy is going to love you more than anyone else in your life.” I know that is already true! Congratulations Jamie and Travor, and little Augustus Sharp!

Steph, Travor, Jamie, & Gus