Jessi Margo is one of the most determined women I have ever met. I had the pleasure of meeting her and being a care provider a year before the conception of baby Margo. So when the pregnancy announcement came it was excitement all around. Fast forward to the end of pregnancy, and more waiting for this baby. Almost 42 weeks had past before baby gave the “I’m ready” signs for labor to begin. When labor did begin, it presented some challenges with baby being in a posterior position, and creating a labor pattern that was not very straight forward, keeping us guessing at what might be going on. As a midwife, this usually involves lots more attention and home visits but Jessi and David had it under control. They declined our (Student Midwife, Romina and I) offers to come and relieve David or give additional physical/emotional support. Jessi only wanted David and he gave his all. They instead took our verbal support and suggestions over the phone and said they would call when they wanted us present. I really was amazed by the strength of this couple. I knew they were so tired, so anxious to meet their baby, and I just wanted to help them. I also knew they had to do the work. As the second night loomed in front of us, I asked if I could join them around 8pm if nothing had changed sooner. I assured them their space would be respected, but I could be present for this second sleepless night for any new challenges that they might face. We all agreed this would be a good plan. After a few hours at their home, I suggested a cervical check. We all felt it would give us a plan for the night, as contractions sure weren’t much help in trying to figure out what was going on. They were still very irregular and we led with the assumption babe was still finding the optimal space to fit through the pelvis. Upon the exam it was a lovely surprise to find the cervix open to 9cm…ok! Ok! I did a little happy dance in my head for this exhausted family…hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer. A little while later and mama made her way down the stairs into her birth space…These two framed sayings were on the wall. Such perfect expressions of this mama’s journey.
Soon those very unmistakable sounds of a mama pushing filled the space. David was still Jessi’s main support with her midwives drifting in and out to listen to baby, give a sip of water to Mom or Dad, and have everything ready for when babe decided to come. I was grateful for these sounds, thankful Mama had reached this phase of labor after waiting and working so hard. At 2:26 am, Jessi received her baby in her arms with us all looking on, honestly I couldn’t see much because I was crying with happiness. The miracle of birth never gets old to me, but I rarely cry anymore. Witnessing this family on their journey to parenthood was a beautiful thing. I was honored. I was elated this baby GIRL (We finally got to find out) was here and it was nothing short of inspiring to see Jessi and David work together to get her here.