I was my best friend's surrogate #Birth stories#childbirth#friendships#homebirth#planned unmedicated childbirth#surrogacy September 12 2012 | Guest post by Jernni Photos by Carolee Beckham Photography. All of the events and relationships involved in my birth story were put into place nine years ago when my best friend, H, and I met. We shared the same favorite geeky pastime — Civil War reenacting — and we struck up a friendship immediately. I had no idea at the time that she was ten years older than me, and we just hit it off. We've been best friends ever since. I've watched my best friend and her husband struggle with infertility for years, and one day simply said: "You know I'd have a baby for you, right?" That sentence started the most amazing journey. Eleven months after that conversation, her little boy was born in my mother's front room. I'd labored for 60 hours with my best friend at my side. We joked that she was really my partner because I kept getting mad at her throughout labor, but I wouldn't let her leave my sight — she and my mother were my rocks. Between them and my amazing midwife (who has since passed away), we made it through. I woke up one Thursday morning with contractions that were about eight minutes apart. I couldn't sleep through them so I got up and puttered around the house. By noon they were good and strong, but still eight minutes apart. I spent most of Thursday with my mom at my side, the two of us thrifting and doing anything we could think of to keep my mind off the contractions. They grew closer together, and my midwife suggested I take a walk. H came over that night, and the contractions grew closer still. I didn't get any sleep that night, and my contractions still hovered at around four minutes apart with no let up. I spent most of the night trying to get some rest between each one, but it wasn't what I would call restful — it was definitely one of the longest nights I'd ever had. Related Post A gorgeous home birth of adoptive twins shot entirely in film I am in loooove with these photos Jacklyn of Jacklyn Michele's Photojournal sent me from a home birth for twins that she shot last month... Read more The contractions maintained all day Friday. My midwife came and checked me, and I was dilated to four centimeters. She knew I'd be going for a while and left to do things she needed to do. Friday night came and we were at the same place — three to four minutes apart, four centimeters. H and my mom were exhausted from the previous night, and our doula came over to take care of me while they slept. Friday night was even harder for me, and the exhaustion was beginning to set in. My doula called my midwife early in the morning to check me and see what we could do — at this point I had been in active labor, with no sleep, for 48 hours. My midwife arrived around 6AM and said we had two options: slowing down labor with herbs so I could rest, or speeding things up. Everything depended on how dilated I was, but at that point slowing down labor was the last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to be finished, so she checked me again and found I had dilated unevenly and was around six centimeters. I had a bump on my cervix and the baby was crooked in my pelvis, making me dilate almost completely in the back but only two to three centimeters in the front. My water broke on my next contraction, and then used herbs to augment my labor. Every hour or so they'd give me a little more, and within ten minutes of taking it my contractions were rolling again. I began active labor that morning and started pushing at 3PM that afternoon. Eight hours of hard labor after so many hours without sleep was absolutely hellish — I felt ready to give up SO many times. I would stare into my midwife's eyes during contractions and watch her breathe — I could keep breathing if I was watching her. I had hoped pushing would make the back labor go away, but it didn't. After over an hour of pushing I got the cries of joy from everyone in the room when the baby's head crowned. My midwife wanted me to slow down as I pushed him out, but there was no way. After 60 hours of labor I pushed the baby out in two pushes — head, then body. D was born at 4:34PM. He had his umbilical cord wrapped around his head and hand three times, but everything was fine. We laid on the couch with him on my belly as they cleaned us both up, and he stayed attached to the placenta until his cord stopped pulsing. After an hour or so of lying with me and H, I handed the baby to her so she could feed him. She and her husband were absolutely elated as they fed and burped him the first time. He spent the rest of the evening swaddled warm and looking around wide-eyed, and went home with his parents around 7PM. I am so happy with my choice to attempt an unmedicated home birth — and to carry my best friend's child for her. The best part of the entire experience was watching my friends hold their son for the very first time — it made the 42 weeks pregnancy and 60 hours of labor completely worth it. Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Jernni I'm a soon to be married mom of one with one on the way. In the middle I had a surrogate baby for my best friend. PREVIOUS Turn lighting into a game: Replace your light switch with a joystick! NEXT Conquering the belongings that formerly overwhelmed me Show/Hide comments [ 13 ] What an amazing friendship. I would love to hear more about your journey prior to the birth and what the surrogacy experience was like for a close friend. 1 agrees Reply Such a beautiful story! Coming at just the right time too, myself and my husband are looking for a surrogate but have been presented with total horror stories and this has put our minds at rest <3 1 agrees Reply This is so generous and beautiful. Wow. 5 agree Reply Wow, "what a gift" is an understatement. What an amazing act of love for your best friend. The last line in your story made me cry. Beautiful story. 1 agrees Reply I think what you did for your friend was incredible. I would love to be in that position if someone needed me to do that. I love the pregnancy part but definitely know I do not want any more kids. 1 agrees Reply I know it's Birth Week, and that's the point of these posts, but I can't help but be curious about What Happens Next after these fabulous, unusual birth stories! 4 agree Reply I assume that what happens next is more or less the same was what happens after most people have a baby. In this particular story, it's very clear that the baby always going to go home with the author's friend and her husband, and that the author was an agent in the creation of their family but never thought of as a parent. Yesterday's birth story was a home birth, but remarkably calm, and it's clear that the parents are in a committed relationship. Monday's story was a little more non-traditional in that there are four parents instead of two, but other than that it was a pretty standard unmedicated hospital delivery. The point here isn't to run stories that are extra "unusual" — these are all birth stories that we would run on the site anytime. The point of Birth Week is just to get them all out at the same time — I basically don't run birth stories any other time of the year. We get a lot of birth stories submissions and try to run them all, and right now it's fun to do it this way. 6 agree Reply I get that, of course. I guess I'm just interested in the somewhat non-traditional family models that are celebrated here, and finding out more about how the relationships play out. What is it like to raise a kid in a poly family? How does it feel to play a role in the life of the child you carried for your best friend? Part of what's remarkable here is how "normal" (for lack of a better word) the births are regardless of a particular family dynamic. I certainly wasn't trying to be offensive – I'm just genuinely interested in hearing more about these families! 2 agree Reply I'm so glad you guys enjoyed our birth story. As a little more info, the baby is going to be 2 in a couple months, and I still see him and his parents regularly. His mom gave him a middle name that is the male version of my name, and he calls me aunt (and my daughter cousin) He is a beautiful, active, very much 2-year old boy. The best part though, is watching my dear friends experience parenthood. It's so satisfying seeing them get to do something they'd pretty much given up on. That's as much a gift for me as I could ask for. <3 2 agree Reply Wow. Just wow. That was amazing what you did. On all acounts – 60 hours labor and doing for your best friend. You are amazing. Reply what an extraordinary gift. Reply Holy moly, that story and those pictures. What a wonderful gift you could give. Such a special story. 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