***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

April 2011 Cuddle Bugs
Arrivals & Birth Stories

I will be adding the arrivals as I see them announced. If I missed your birth info or any of it is incorrect please PM me. Please share your birth story and pics here with us. No comments please! Biggrin

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Cuddlebug Birth Awards

March 9th

Kim (HawkIgirl) | Isabel Mary| 6 lb 4 oz 19 inches | 6:33 PM (36w5d)

March 14th

Jody (KessyWessy) | Layne (tba) | 6 lbs 2 oz | 1:02 pm (36w6d)

March 15th

Tiffany (ArtsyMother) | Elijah James | 5 lbs 15.7 oz 20 inches | 9:29 pm (35w6d)

March 18th

Erica (peach74) | Connor | 6 lbs 11 oz | 7:25 pm (38w1d)

March 19th

(Roxannek) | Oliver & Audrey | 5 lbs 2 oz & 5 lbs 7 oz | 1:30 am & 1:32 am (35w4d)

March 24th

Carrie ( SID081108 ) | Layla | 7 lbs 15 oz 21 inches | 12:15 pm (38w6d)

March 25th

Caitlin (CaityA83) | Corbin | 5 lbs 10 oz 17.5 inches | 6:20 am (38wks)

March 26th

Donna (dn2011) | Makena Leilani Adelle | 5 lbs 14 oz 20 inches | 7:18 pm (38w4d)

March 27th

Meredith (meme84) | Levi Cannon | 5 lbs 13 oz 20 inches (37wks)

March 28th

Noelle (~Noelle~) | Elizabeth & Alexander | 5 lbs 11 oz 18 inches & 6 lbs 1 oz 21 inches |
3:02 pm & 3:20 pm (37w1d)

Denise (2Denise1010) | Preston | 7 lbs 7.2 oz, 21 inches

March 30th

Kate (desmondkr) | Alexandria | 8 lbs 3 oz 20.5 inches | 7:03 pm (39wks)

March 31th

(lil_nasha) Taylor Ryan | 8 lbs 7 oz | 3:45 am (38wks)

April 1st

Tiffany (cgandtiff) | Molly Elaina | 7 lbs 3 oz 19 inches | 10:55am (37w4d)

Jess (RabidDolly) | Caleb Allen | 9 lbs 10 oz 21.4 inches | (39w4d)

April 2nd

Colette (libmarm) Emmeline May | 6 lbs 12 oz |

April 5th

Diana (luvBug0827) Delaney Lourine | 7 lbs 9 oz 20 inches | 9:51 pm (39w3d)

April 6th

Jennifer (JayJayGee) Charles James | 7 lbs 9 oz 20.5 inches | 8:02 am (39w4d)

Sarah (Singfourever) Alice Katherine | 7 lbs 6 oz 22 inches | (40w)

April 7th

Christy ( christyb918 ) Adelynn Grace | 7 lbs 9 oz 20.25 inches | 12:58 am (37ws)

Michelle (melloyellochelle) Charlie | 6 lbs 13 oz 18 inches | 8:17 am (38w3d)

Beth (haysmama) Anderson John | 8 lbs 9 oz 20.5 inches | 4:02 pm (39w)

Sharon (frolickinfroggy) Benjamin Matthew | 5 lbs 15 oz 18.5 inches | 7:19pm (37w5d)

Lisa (Laberglund) Sophia Ann | 8 lbs 8 oz 21.5 inches | 9:51 pm (39w)

April 9th

Kristen (LazyDaisy) Violet Mae | 8 lbs 1 oz 20 inches | 9:30 am (40w5d)

Beth (PookieB) Benjamin Ryan | 7 lbs 7 oz 20.25 inches | 4:08 pm (38w3d)

April 10th

(princess consuella) Nak | 8 lbs 6 oz | 3:30 pm (39w1d)

April 11th

De (deeaa) Malcom | 6 lbs 6 oz | 4:41 pm (37w5d)

Tonya (BayCakes) Katia Miyoko | 7 lbs 10 oz 20 inches | 8:10 pm

(living4jesus247) Leah Grace | 8 lbs 11 oz 20 inches | 11:18 pm (38w4d)

April 13th

Tiffany (*Tiffany*) Ariana Rabecca | 7 lbs 6.5 oz 19 inches | 1:51 pm (39w1d)

April 14th

Katie (Katie79) Nathaniel | 7 lbs 14 oz | 11:48 am (39w)

Esti (esti1423) Naava | 7 lbs 8 oz 18 inches | 2:09 pm (39w)

April 15th

Stephanie (fooninie) Sidney | 6:43 am (39w5d)

April 16th

Martha (simer1mh) Evelyn Fayth | 7 lbs 2 oz | 4:23 am (41w2d)

April 17th

(nurahjennah) Jazeera | 7:01 am

Elise (eFab) Violet | 6 lbs 13 oz | pm (38w4d)

April 18th

(TonyaTan) Amber Nacole | 8 lbs 14 oz 19 inches | 6:43 am

April 20th

Melissa (Melissas_crew) Emily | 6 lbs 14 oz 20.5 inches | 10:21 am

April 22th

Julia (emmismom) Oskar | 2920 grams (6 lbs 4 oz) 46 cm (18 inches) | 12:42 am

April 26th

Virginia (pico83) Oliver William | 6 lbs 14 oz 19.5inches | 12:50 am (38w5d)

April 29th

Heather (LittleMama07) Olivia | 8 lbs 6 oz 20.5 inches | 5:22 pm

May 1st

(Sonic) Duncan | 9 lbs 2 oz 21.5 inches |(41w2d)

May 4th

Cedar (cha_cha_heels) Lucille Darlene | 8 lbs 3 oz 18.5 inches | 5:27 am (40w4d)

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So here is Isabel Mary's birth story:

I went to work Tuesday 3/8/11 (36w4d) and noticed I was having quite a few contractions but didn't think too much about it b/c I've always had a ton of BH. At 11:45 that night I woke up to a small gush of fluid. I told my DH, "I'm not sure but I think my water may have just broken." I went back to bed and about 20 minutes later, it happened again. I called L/D and they told me I should come in. Not sure if this was the real deal, I just left DH at home with son and drove myself. :rolleyes: On the way there, nothing happened but then lying on the table, it was obvious and they took one look at me and said, "Oh yes, your water definitely broke."

Since I was a VBAC they hooked me up to monitors and IV's. After a couple of hours, I started getting contractions that were getting regular but not painful. My DH got there around 2 AM and my doula got there about 3:30 AM. I was only 2 cm dilated and baby was so HIGH they wouldn't let me walk b/c of fear the cord would slip underneath the baby.

My doula helped me use the ball and I did get into the tub. By 8:30 AM I was in such pain, I asked if I was far enough along for an epidural. I was 4-5 cm and the epidural was HEAVEN!! I managed to sleep a little. At 7 cm, they were concerned about baby and weren't picking up contractions very well so they put internal monitors for baby's heart rate and the contractions. At 2:30 PM, they came and told me the monitors showed I wasn't making enough progress and they offered a repeat C/S or pitocin to get things moving. They don't generally like to do pitocin for a VBAC b/c of risk of uterine rupture. I almost caved in on the c/s b/c I was just SO tired but my doula convinced them to give me one more hour unmedicated. They came to check the cervix and I was 9 cm!!

At 4:30 PM, I started pushing and after 2 hours, the head was right there. I could see in the mirror a load of black hair and I got to reach down to touch the head. They called the Dr in and at 6:33 PM, a few more pushes and out she came! I got to announce the sex of the baby and they put her on my chest right away. I got to nurse right away and she latched on without any problem.

I then gave her to DH and I had a good little cry, thinking of my mom in heaven dancing for joy over the birth of her new granddaughter. Also, the fact that since my DS was a 30 weeker, I didn't get to experience holding him after birth or nursing him...heck I didn't even get to see him until he was 24 hours old!

I am SOOO grateful for my doula. I firmly believe that I would have ended up with a C/S without her support. Thanks for reading! Here are some pictures of my beautiful dark haired wonder:

First Bath:

Big Brother, my little preemie, Isaac

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Well, it all began WEEKS ago with lousy contractions (LOL!), but yesterday morning, March 18th, after not sleeping a wink, I was taking DH to a work and kept feeling a trickle. I was having contractions and thought maybe I had a small leak. I called my OB office and left a message for the triage nurse. When the nurse called me back, she asked for the details and then said she'd talk with my midwife and let me know what I should do. Within 5 minutes, she called back and said I should go to triage at the hospital and see if my membranes rupture. I called DH, picked him up, and he, Lily and myslef headed to triage. I was contracting every 8 minutes or so. At noon the MW showed up and checked me, I was 3-4 and she checked to see if I was leaking. Fortuntately, it was not my water, BUT She thought I was in early labor and wanted time to walk to see if I made changes. I walked from 12:45- 1:50 and when I returned I was 5cms and Connor was a 0 station, so I was admitted. I had no pain at all.

Once in the L and D room, I declined a epidural b/c I had no pain, and I was told I could walk, take a shower, use the ball, etc. We walked and then returned to the room. By this point my contraxs were few and far between. I was not sure if the midwife would send me home or not after she came back at 6pm. At 5:15, the nurse came and told me my mw was going to break my water so if I wanted I could take the epi then. I decided I should since I was already 5cm. I had the epi and then waited 30 minutes for the mw. When she arrived, my nurse mentioned she thought she heard his heartbeat up high for a second, but then it returned below. My mw went to check me ( I was 6 cm with no pain) and she no longer felt Connor's head, but thought it was a hand or foot. It was 6:35 at this point, and they called for ultrasound STAT. U/S came and Connor was now transverse. Within seconds he went breech. The dr was called. When the dr arrived, he ultrasound me and by that time Connor was a footling breech. I was rushed into the OR to avoid membrane rupture and cord prolapse. Connor was born at 7:25pm weighing 6lbs 11oz and 18.5 inches long. His sugars are great, as is his breathing. I was very ill last night, so today was my first time holding him. We'll be released Monday and Tuesday.

side note: The dr who delivered said it has been 6-7 years since he saw a kid move from "0" station and 6cm dilated to a footling breech and we can blame the "SUPER MOON". Smile

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Corbin Gregory
Friday, March 25, 2011 6:20am
5lbs 10oz, 17.5 inches

Sorry it has taken me so long to write this birth story!! It has been a crazy week and I am exhausted.

It all started Wednesday with my induction. I got up at 8 that morning and my mom and DH and I got everything cleaned and packed and ready to go. We got to the hospital at 5 and by 6:10 I was in the room with the cervadil in place. When we got to the hospital we were told that they were doing some sort of system maintenance from 7p-2a. What this meant for me was that the fetal and contraction monitors wouldn't be working like they usually do. They didn't show up on the monitor screens, only on the paper. So once the system went down, the nurse couldn't see my monitor from the nurses' station and had to come in every 20 min to check my paper :eek:

Around 2am or so I started noticing that my BH were getting very regular and felt different. DH and I got all excited that the cervadil had put me into labor and that maybe this induction wouldn't be so bad (boy did we have another thing coming...) Since the nurse was in non-stop DH and I weren't able to sleep a wink!! Then they came in to take my cervadil out and we were so excited to see what I had progressed to. I was a fingertip dilated when we started and now I was 1cm and maybe 50% effaced. This was bittersweet. I was excited that I had made some progression but was bummed I hadn't really gone far... They decided to do one more cervadil for 12 hours and see how I was doing... So I labored for another 12 hours and kept walking and moving and doing everything I could... but when the cervadil came out... still only 1 cm!:confused::angry1: From this point we had three options… Go home and wait for natural labor, do another dose of cervadil or start pitocin. We decided to go with the pitocin.

I labored really well on that for about 4 hours when they decided to check me again. Now I’m only 1.5cm dilated and 70% effaced. Ugh! We were so discouraged after so much time…. When I went to sit up from the check, my water broke!! Yahoo We were so excited to have my body doing something. He had been super high up till now so we were hoping that with my water broken he would be able to put pressure on my cervix and get things moving…. But the ctx got HORRIBLE!! So I asked for some IV pain meds… The first dose did a good job of taking the edge off, but only lasted about 20 min. The second dose was even less effective and the third dose only made me dizzy. I was in complete agony by this point and with every ctx I was sure I wasn’t going to survive the pain! I told our nurse that I had to have something else for the pain, so she called my dr and she said if I was in that bad of shape to let me have the epi (I was originally told I had to wait till 4 cm to get it). So it took another hour+ before the epi lady got there and put it in (the LONGEST hardest hour of my life!!). Once the epi was in I was feeling a lot better, except it didn’t work all the way and I had a spot on my back that wasn’t numbed…

So DH and I laid down and expected to finally get some rest!! By now its 4:30am on Friday and I haven’t slept since I got up at 8am on Wednesday! Well as soon as we started to relax, Corbin’s heart rate started decelerating and the nurses kept coming in to check it. After about 15 min with the epi she decided to check me bc she said that sometimes when you progress quickly the baby’s heart rate will drop. So she checked me and I was at a 4!!! :eek: We were SHOCKED!!! Haha. So we kept on laboring and he was still having a problem so after about another 45 min she checked me again and I was at 9.5 Yahoo We just couldn’t believe it was happening so fast!! She went to get some things, call the dr and get some things ready… then we started pushing. He was still very high (around -1 station) So I had to do some good pushing to get him past my pelvic bone but it didn’t take all that long and at 6:20am he was born!! It seemed like it took forever for him to cry but they said he was healthy. His apgars were 8/9. I had a 3rd degree tear but so far it really hasn’t been bad… not like I would have thought it would be! Haha.

So that’s my story!! Smile Sorry its so long!!

Fresh out of the oven

You can see the Joy written all over his face!

DH's first diaper change Smile

Corbin was born the day before our niece's first bday. This is a pic of them... she is a very tiny 1 year old, and look how small he is next to her!

First Cloth Diaper

Getting some sun to help with jaundice

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Elijah James
Born 3/15/2011 at 9:29pm
5 lb. 15.7 oz. & 20 in.

Elijah's birth story:

Before I get to Elijah's birth, I had gone into pre-term labor twice. The first time I started having contractions all through the night on March 1st (33 weeks, 6 days pregnant) & the next morning I went to see my dr. and was admitted to the hospital and given meds to stop the contractions. I was then put on partial bedrest and given medicine to take at home to help prevent the contractions. The next time I started having painful contractions was on March 6th (34 weeks, 4 days pregnant) and was admitted for the 2nd time to the hospital where I was only given pain meds and a sleeping pill. The dr. on call said that since I was past 34 weeks pregnant that they do not give meds to stop the labor at that point, however since I was not dialating further that the contractions were not real labor. So I was sent home again.

On March 14th (my birthday) I started have the painful contractions again early that morning. The medicine I was on wasn't stopping them and I sort of had a meltdown when Derick (my husband) said he had to go to work. So, my mom came over to be with me in case I had to go to the hospital and my mother in law picked up my sick 2 year old to take care of her. Luckily later that morning, my husband came home and said he was able to get off of work for the day. He brought me a dozen red roses and cheesecake for my birthday. I took some pain meds that were previously prescribed to me when I was at the hospital and I was knocked out for quite a few hours. When I woke up, the contractions had nearly stopped. Me & Derick enjoyed the rest of the quiet evening together.........which was good since it ended up being our last for quite a while.

On March 15th I started having the painful contractions again early that morning, except this time the contractions were getting closer and closer together. I was already scheduled to have an ultrasound and dr. appointment that day, so I called and they moved my appointments up to an earlier time. Me & Derick went to the hospital knowing that today must be the day. I sat in the waiting room for my ultrasound what felt like FOREVER, getting looks from other people when my face would contort from labor pain. A few ladies asked me if I was okay and gave me good luck wishes when they heard I was having painful contractions. When I finally had the ultrasound, the tech said that the baby looked like a good size (she estimated 5 lb/11 oz) and was long. She said that they can't tell if the lungs are developed but everything else looked good. I went to see my dr. next and she confirmed what the tech said and sent me to be observed. She said that if I dialate further to 3 cm that they would then admit me to labor and delivery, but since I'm pre-term she wanted to wait to make sure that I was indeed dialating further.

Once in the observation room, I was given some pain meds, but they lasted all of about 30 minutes. Whitney left work to come see me and she gave Derick a needed break to get some lunch. I remember her bringing her ipod so I could listen to relaxing music (Coldplay, one of our shared favorites) while I was having contractions and she reminded me to breathe. (I tend to hold my breath while in pain) By the time my husband came back from eating a quick lunch, the dr. came in and checked me. Sure enough, I was barely 3 cm dialated, so I was admitted to labor and delivery.

Once in labor & delivery, I had to answer the million questions the nurse asked, all the while wanting my epidural, lol. My dr. came in and checked me again and I was still 3 cm and she broke my water. Then I was given my epidural.....which was not a great experience. I was very calm before b/c I remember having no problems the first time with my daughter. But when the meds started entering my body, my hearing got really messed up and I started sayind & "I can't hear! I can't hear". The dr. kept re-assuring me that it was normal and I would get my hearing back in just a moment. After several minutes, I did get my hearing back and I was lying in the bed with my eyes closed concentrating on breathing. I heard the nurse ask if that was normal in a whispered question to the dr. He said "Yes, it's normal when some of the epidural gets into a vein". Another words, that wasn't suppose to happen but it can if I screw up and get it in her blood stream. I was thinking great! The epidural worked for a little while, but then I started having immense pain right in the birth canal. I was in tears from the pain, so they ordered another dose of meds through the cathetor. The meds completely numbed my legs and left side of my body but I was still in pain in the most crucial area! My dr. came in and checked me and I was 6 cm. Finally after an hour of being in pain, the dr. came back and said that the cathetor came out and they would have to redo it. The 2nd time I didn't have any hearing problems and my pain was finally relieved, but an hour later I couldn't feel anything not even pressure. The dr. checked me again and I was 10 cm. I went from 6 to 10 in an hour!

Luckily, by the time it came to push I could atleast feel pressure again. I got through the pushing pretty easily and when the baby's head came out, everyone was silent. The dr. said I have his head, keep pushing. The next second, the dr. said, he's out. But the room was quiet, I could have heard a pin drop. My husband was staring at the baby and I was dying silently inside to hear him cry. The dr. finally said, his cord was wrapped around his neck and then I heard her suctioning the fluid out of the baby's nose and mouth. Then I finally heard him cry! The dr. asked Derick if he would like to cut the cord and the dr. placed little Elijah on my belly (on top of the blue paper sheets) while Derick cut the cord. I could tell his face was discolored and his body was very pale, as a result of the cord. Then the dr. from the NICU came in (I guess one of the nurses called him) and gave him an oxygen mask while they weighed him. They started working on him right there in the room and during all this time, I hadn't said a word. I guess I was in shock of everything happening. The NICU dr. turned to me & Derick and said, "He is going to be okay. He is just having a little breathing trouble right now, but it will not effect him long term." I was relieved, but still full of questions in my head, but I just nodded and watched. The NICU dr. came over and put Elijah in my arms for the first time and said "Here mom, you can hold him for just a minute and then we need to bring him to the nursery (NICU). So give him a kiss." I remember tearing up as I held my little son and telling him that I loved him. I gave him a kiss on his forehead while he stared up at me. Then the dr. whisked him away. I was still in a shocked state, when the NICU nurse came over to me & Derick and told us that the dr. we just spoke with was one of the best in the state and that he actually makes TV appearances. We were happy to hear that Elijah was in the best of hands, but what we heard next made us realize that those weren't the only hands he was in. The nurse then asked us if we were religious people. We both said yes that we were Christians and then the nurse said "because someone was watching over that baby. He was meant to be born today." She proceeded to tell us that the cord was wrapped so tight around Eli's neck that not only was his face blue but he also had red pressure points on his face, which is a sign of the significant lack of blood/oxygen he had been getting. She said that she has seen babies born stillborn that had the cord wrapped that tight. She apoligized if she scared us, but we thanked her for making us realize how fortunate we were and that the preemie breathing problem he was having was nothing compared to what could have happened if he would have stayed in my womb any longer with the cord around his neck. Derick then went out and told our families everthing in the waiting room and that I had requested only to see our parents at that time. We told them when they came in our room about the cord and everything the dr. & nurse had said.

It was hard that night going to recovery without my son in my arms. Derick went to see him in the NICU and he said it was hard to look at him with all the tubes & IV hooked to him. In hindsight, I am glad I never saw him like that. For the next morning, the dr. called and said that Elijah was breathing fine on his own and that they were able to take out the breathing tube! I started crying with joy. I went to see him later that afternoon and they had also taken out the feeding tube. They said that he was doing fine eating on his own too! I was amazed at his quick progress and started hoping that he would come home with us. Unfortunately that didn't happen b/c Elijah could not keep his body temperature up. So he was transferred to the Special Care Nursery where he stayed for the next week. I was finally able to take him home March 23rd, 8 days after I gave birth. But every day I went to the hospital to see him, most of the time it was twice a day. I remember taking him out of his isolette or bassinet with the wires still hooked to him and feeding him and rocking him while singing. Although I was sad not to have him home at the time, I was also trying to count my blessings that he was even alive and doing so well. When I did finally have him home, it felt like I was in heaven to have my whole family under one roof.

Side Notes: I still have the ultrasound pictures from that day and it's hard to tell if you can see the cord wrapped around Elijah's neck, but I think I can see it. It's a very haunting picture. If Elijah would not have made it through the birth, I don't know the amount of guilt I would have felt. I am just so thankful that I don't have to endure that trial.

3 days before I gave birth, I attended my mom's 50th birthday party. It was outside and I sat on the swing the entire time (with my heavy husband). We found out later that the swing broke and fell to the ground the next night when our cousin went to sit on it!

Also, my work is switching insurance companies starting April 1st. If I would have had Elijah in the month of April, I would have had to pay an extra $1,000 b/c of the deductible. Crazy, huh!

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Layla Wahli
3/24/11 12:22pm
7lbs 15oz 21 in

Sorry this has taken so long! Layla is a week old today, I can't believe it.

I was scheduled to be induced at 6am Thursday morning, the 24th. We got there at 5:55 and they had just checked in 7 couples before me with scheduled inductions, and had run out of rooms and nurses :eek: We sat in the waiting room until 6:30 and they finally found a place for me.

My doc came in at 7am and broke my water. I was already dilated to 4cm and 75% effaced at that point, but baby girl was fairly high at -1 station. They started a low dose of pitocin after the doc left because I was already contracting on my own but they wanted to try to even out the contractions. After a couple of hours I asked for the epidural, and she put me on the list. She said there were "one and a half" people in front of me. It took about 45 minutes for the anesthesiologist to come in and by that point I thought I was going to die when the contractions came. So he starts asking his routine questions "any prior surgeries?" 'Yes, I had a lumbar laminectomy in 2007" His head flies up and he says "whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not doing an epidural on someone who's had a lumbar laminectomy!" Terror and panic cross my face. I said "but i've had an epidural since then!" He says "Well some people are willing to do them and some are not...I'm not." Oh my gosh, I almost lost it. You have to know, I have absolutely NO desire to have a baby without an epidural. It's pretty much at the top of the list of things I don't want to experience in my lifetime. I basically started begging the anesthesiologist, who was less than friendly (he was super cranky from the beginning). Long story short, he finally ended up doing it, but only because I had my back surgery in that same hospital and the nurse looked in my records to tell him the exact discs that were affected, and he said they were low enough that he could go above them. Even then the guy was all flustered and cranky and it took him almost an hour to get my epidural in. He had to remove it and retry 3 times.

So the anesthesiologist leaves and the nurse sits my bed up a little, which the guy told her to because the epidural was higher in my back than they typically do them and he didn’t want it to move up my body instead of down. I immediately start to feel wierd. Dizzy, then nauseous, then like I can't breathe, then just horrible. I'm trying to explain to the nurse how I feel and I can hear a little panic in her voice. I have never felt anything like this, and at the risk of sounding dramatic, I seriously felt like I was going to die, like my body was shutting down. Like something had gone horribly wrong. I kept telling her "something is wrong, something is wrong" and she was trying to calm me but I could tell she was not calm herself. As it turned out, my blood pressure had dropped to 71/37. By laying me down flat, she was able to get it to slowly come back up, which took about 15 minutes and I slowly felt better through that time. She said an epidural can cause your blood pressure to drop significantly, which is why they give you a ton of IV fluids before you get the epidural, to offset the effect. She said in most people the body regulates itself, but mine did not for some reason. Anyway, totally scary.

So finally my DH and other family/friends were allowed back in, and the pain of the contractions started to subside as the epidural set in. It was only about 15 minutes when I said "hmmm, I feel this strange pressure" (I just mentioned it to my family) I didn't know what the pressure was because with DD1, after the epidural I felt NOTHING, literally nothing, for the rest of the labor and birth. I didn't feel pressure, an urge to push, or her coming out. I felt nothing. Well the nurse came in and I told her that I felt pressure. She said "I better check you" I was a 9.5, after only being at a 5-6 just before getting the epidural. Wow, that went fast. The doc was called and she got there very quickly. Everyone started rushing to get things set up. I pushed through about 5 contractions (3 pushes per contraction) and she was born at 12:22pm. They could not get her to cry, although she started breathing fine and was looking around wide-eyed at everything, but she would not cry. She wimpered, at best. Her apgars were 8 and 9, the 8 was because she didn't cry. I had a 2nd degree tear, which was much better than the horrible tear I had with DD1.

Here are some pics from my iPhone…I haven’t even had a chance to get the pics off my real camera or my mom’s camera! Life is crazy with two kids Blum 3

Fresh from the oven

Proud Daddy

Big Sister meeting Layla

Little Baller

2 Days Old

Already looking like daddy Blum 3

Already tired of big sister's kisses??

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

Friday, March 25th I woke up with a surge of "nesting"...I scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen floors, vacuumed & dusted the living room and bedroom floors and did the kitchen dishes. My BFF came over in the morning to visit and all the while, DH was calling me on an hourly basis, just to check on me and see if he was "needed". Around 4pm that afternoon, I started getting pretty regular contractions, about 10-12 min apart and lasting anywhere from 1-2 minutes. I tried laying down and resting, even went so far as to take a long, relaxing hot shower, but they were still consistently there, so I knew they weren't BH contractions. Around 7pm I decided to call my OB's office to fill them in on what was going on. Since it was the weekend, my OB's office was not "on call" (more on that later), but I did get a callback from the dr who was, who instructed me to "come in to L& d". So, I called DH at work and told him we were a "GO"!!

Since my DH works about 40min from home, and my water HADN'T yet broken, I knew we were ok to wait, so I got all the stuff together and waited for DH to arrive. Once home, he quickly took a shower and got ready, loaded up the car and off we went to the hospital, where we arrived around 8:30pm. We got checked in, monitors hooked up and they ran the standard intake tests (blood pressure, Doppler, ultrasound, FHR and blood work). By the time all of my tests came back, my contractions were closer to 6-8 min apart, but I still wasn't dilating at all, so plans were made to move me upstairs to start my induction. In the 45minutes it took to get me moved, my blood pressure shot astronomically high, over 210, so I wasn't even in my L&D suite for 10minutes before they came and moved me directly into the High Risk unit, where I would stay until I delivered.

Just like two weeks before, my BP was causing considerable issues. They started me on the anti-seizure meds and hooked me up to monitor my BP. They needed to get me more stabilized, fearing that I could stroke-out during delivery, so they decided to put off the start my induction, until they could safely consider me for a vaginal delivery--if not, then they would perform an emergency C-section. By now, it was almost 2am, my entire support team (my husband, mom, sister and aunt) were there and they all were a bundle of nervous energy. They finally got my BP to an acceptable level around 4am, so they started my Foley Bulb placement, since I could no longer have the Cervidil with the BP issues. After the Foley was inserted, I sent everyone home, including my DH, since there was nothing to do but wait, and if everyone was there---NO ONE (including me) would get any rest. So, after everyone left, I tried to get some assemblance of shut-eye, which was NOT happening and hunker down to wait.

During the night, we found out--much to our disappointment, that on nights and weekends, our practice works with two other groups for coverage. What this meant for us is that there would be no guarantee that neither MY doctor, nor any from her practice would be delivering our baby. Now, at no time during the 9months of my pregnancy did our practice EVER disclose this possibility to me about this possible occurrence. What they did stress to us, over and over, was that we HAD to see every doctor in our practice at least TWICE, in case that my OB was not available, we would be aware and comfortable with someone else from the practice doing the delivery. Logically, this would work, but when we got to hospital on Friday night and found out about this "other" plan, it did NOT go over well, understandably. By Saturday morning, we had found out that, in fact NONE of the doctor's from our practice were "ON CALL" that weekend, so I would be guaranteed that a "stranger" would be delivering our daughter! At that point, I lost IT.....with everything else that was happening, to have this stress added on top was just too much!!

My Foley Bulb came out around 7:30am, so at that point I was 3cm dilated and ready for them to start my Pitocin. My family arrived back in around 8am, which is when the new OB doctor arrived. We asked to have a meeting with her, in which I was very candid and straight---there was nothing against her as a doctor, it was just that I didn't know her from "Adam" and with all of the misinformation we'd be given, DH and I both felt we had been a bit blind-sided by everything. The new OB was so sweet and understanding--she spent about 40min sitting on the edge of my bed, being grilled by DH and family and in the end, she left me feeling so reassured and comfortable! The Anesthesiologist came and discussed my pain options with me--since it was safe, I could still have the epidural if I wanted it, and just needed to let the nurses know when.

By 2:30pm, I was 5cm dilated, 80% effaced at a -2. By 3pm, they decided to break my water and I was ready to have my epidural, so they came and did that, which I SO LOVED--I wanted to KISS the anesthesiologist!! Dilation continued, but slowed down at one point---they were having issues with the baby's HR, which significantly dropped with each contraction peak, so they were slightly worried that I'd still end up in an OR for a C-section. By 6:00pm, I was really starting to feel the "pressure", for which the epidural really had no effect on. In the course of an hour, I went from 7cm to 10cm dilated, so just after 7pm, I was ready to start pushing!

By now, I was exhausted...from my family, to the lack of sleep and the overall anxiousness of the situation, it felt as if I was going to completely shut down. They asked DH to get on my left leg, and my sister on my right. At that point, I said "I just CAN'T do this..." to which my baby sister got right up in my face and kissed me on the forehead and said--"You CAN do this...remember what POOH said--"you're stronger than you think you are". I smiled at her, and the pushing started. I did three groups of 3 pushes and on the 4th push group, she was out!

Makena Leilani Adelle was born at 7:18pm on Saturday, March 26th weighing in at 5pounds 14ounces and 20 inches long

The room erupted in joy and (from what I was told afterwards, because I was SO overwhelmed), when she came out she was facing my mom, aunt and DH with eyes WIDE open and smiling. DH cut the umbilical cord and they laid her on my chest--she was SO tiny--much smaller than I expected, so I was a bit overwhelmed with everything that was going on. They collected our Cord Blood and proceeded to work on me a bit, while DH and the nurses took baby for her cleanup and processing. I had a slight tear, which required two stitches, and with the epidural, I did not feel a bit. They had a problem with my placental delivery, so that took a bit of time and was quite discomforting, having them press and squeeze on my abdomen, but finally they were able to get it out. My uterus contracted perfectly, so they were really happy with that. AND, the biggest joy---they let me EAT, which was so great, considering the last food I'd had was Friday afternoon, around 4pm! My sister when to RED ROBIN for takeout and the rest of the family stayed and took tons of pictures. DH's mom and SIL came in to see the baby and they were just in LOVE with her! After my sister came back with the food, and everyone ate, they let our new family get settled in for the first night. Since I was on the anti-seizure meds, we could not be moved directly into the post-partum unit, so we had to stay in High Risk until Sunday. The good news is that they let Makena room in with DH and I, rather than being taken to different floor for the first night. They tried to have me breastfeed, but due to flat nipple issues (which did NOT resolve even with the initial pumping attempts), we had to resort to formula feeding.

Overnight, they continually monitored both Makena and I for issues with blood sugar and my BP, both of which CONSIDERABLY improved once the baby was out. By morning, they had me off the anti-seizure meds and up walking. I was able to eat breakfast and then they moved all of us up into our post-partum suite. By then it was 10:30am, and I knew that my DH was exhausted beyond belief. I told him to go home, nap & shower and come back later in the afternoon. Since it was Sunday, there would be nothing really for us to gain by him being there at the hospital all day, since they have no classes or maternity services on Sundays. The only thing that I did get to do was a one-on-one session with my nurse, who instructed me on how to bathe the baby. Other than that, both momma and baby slept most of the day.

Sunday evening DH was back to spend the night, and we had a few rounds of visitors. Early Monday morning, we received a visit from our Pediatrician, who also happens to be our family doctor--baby was checked out and released to go home. By Monday, her weight had dropped only to 5pounds 9.5oz. My other docs came and released me for discharge, we just had to wait around for a lactation consultant to come by and meet with me. While waiting, the baby's professional photos were taken, right there in our hospital room! I'll be posting them later in the month, once we get the CD from the shoot. The lactation consultant came and talked with me about the problems I am having with my nipples (one is slightly inverted and both are very flat and do not stay erect), so I've opted to skip BF'ing and instead just stimulate my milk by pumping and then bottle-feed with my breast milk, if it comes in. In the meantime, we’ll continue with the formula that she's been on since birth. After all of that, DH took most of our "gear" down to the car and pulled it around to the hospital's main entrance, for my discharge. Just before the hospital's escort service came to take us downstairs, Makena decided that she needed to EAT and right then and there! So, we had to stop, unpack the baby from her car seat and get her fed. By the time we were done, we had to wait another 20minutes for escort to come back to get us. By that time, both DH and I were antsy to get HOME with our baby girl, and we finally made our way downstairs. They started to take me out through Maternity, when we told escort that my husband was at the main hospital entrance---OOPS--they conveniently forgot to instruct us that all delivery discharges are through Maternity, so DH was going to have to go and get his car and come to the Maternity entrance to pick us up. So, while they wheeled me and the baby to Maternity, DH went to the front entrance of the hospital, where he found they were just getting ready to tow our car from the entrance loop---GREAT!!

After commandeering our vehicle, he drove over to Maternity; loaded us both up in the car and home we went. It's been a whirlwind of the last few days---lots of sleeplessness and fatigue, trying to get Miss Ladybug on a feeding and nap schedule and most of all, just trying to stay sane! We've had visitors every day, although we have instituted a visitors schedule (nothing before 2pm or after 8pm) and we've been inundated with offers of food and help if we need it, which we're taking advantage of, as needed. We have our FIRST pediatrician visit this morning, so we'll be happy to get that under our belts! Pumping has bit a bit of a challange--I'm getting just a tiny bit from my right side, and my left (the one with the problem nipple) is sore and nothing is getting expelled yet. The plan is to continue this until the end of April, when my pump rental is up, and see where we're at before I extend the rental contract.

Without FURTHER ADO, meet Makena Leilani Adelle --

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Alexandria's birth story *long*

Alexandria Fern
March 30, 2011
7:03 pm
8lb 3.5 oz
20.5 inches long
Attempted VBA2C that ended in a repeat c-section

Well, since my baby is now over a week old I thought I would type up her birth story Smile Here it is:

On Tuesday March 29th at 9:30 am I went to my 39 week doctor appointment. At the appointment he asked me if baby is moving ok and I told him I hadn't felt her the night before as much as I usually do. Usually she was moving all night long and keeping me awake but I didn't feel her at all during the night on the 28th. That morning I had felt a couple of tumbles so I didn't think much about it. He said he wanted me to do a NST to see if everything was ok. On the NST there were a couple of heart decelerations he was worried about so he told me to go right over to the hospital to have a stress test done (give small doses of pitocin to start contractions and see how the baby does during contractions). I was a little freaked out at this point since I was NOT expecting that that day. My friend had been watching my little boys for us while we went to my appointments but for the last couple of weeks I hadn't been having him check my cervix so I had decided to just take the boys with me to this appointment. That meant my husband had to take the boys back home to have them watched by a friend and get all of our hospital bags while I went to start the stress test (we live about 20 minutes away from the hospital).

11:40 am was when they started me on the pitocin for the stress test. My hubby actually made it back to the hospital by the time they started the pit. I had to get 3 contractions in 10 minutes and that happened pretty quickly. After they got the 3 contractions they turned off the pitocin but kept monitoring me. My doctor came in to see me at 1:00 pm. He said the baby didn't do great on the stress test but not horrible either and that she looked fine on the monitor now. He said they were definitely going to admit me and that we either needed to do a c-section right then or they could monitor me overnight and depending on how it went possibly do a soft induction in the morning. I told him I was fine with being monitored overnight but did NOT want the c-section if we could avoid it. He checked me at that point and I was at 3 cm, 75% effaced and the baby was at a -1 station, he did a membrane sweep to see if we could get things moving. Luckily I only had to be on the monitor for 20 minutes out of every hour so we were able to go for some walks, sit on the birth ball, etc. to try to get things moving. My hubby went and got MegaMind from Redbox and brought the kids for a movie night at the hospital. That is a fun memory I think they will have of when their baby sister was born! That night at the hospital I didn’t have a single contraction Sad

In the morning (7:00) on March 30th I had some bloody show when I went to the bathroom. I have never had this with all 5 children so I thought maybe something was going to start. Wrong again!

At 8:30 the doctor came and broke my water and placed an internal monitor (I didn't even know he was going to do that and was not very happy!). He said the baby moved up during the night and was no longer at a -1 station. They even had to push on the top of my fundus to get the baby down far enough to make it safe to break the water. My doula came and we played a card game or two and then decided to try all different positions, nipple stimulation, pelvic rocks, etc to see if we could get the contractions going. My body was not cooperating. At 11:45 the doctor came in again and said we needed to start pitocin to see if we could get things going. Since I was a VBAC they started it at a 1 and only increased it by 2 every 1/2 hour and the maximum they would turn it up to was 20. Every time they would increase the pitocin I would have 3-4 really good contractions and then they would stop completely. It was so frustrating. I was doing really good and able to relax through the contractions. We were trying to do different positions while the pitocin was going but every time I would stand or sit on the birth ball the baby was having late decelerations (heart rate going down at the end of the contraction). She seemed to like it when I was lying on my side and the contractions would be harder also, so I laid in bed.

At 4:30 my doctor came back in and checked me. He said I was at a 4 and 100% effaced but the pitocin was already at a 12 and the contractions were not picking up. He told me he would give me one more hour but that he needed to see some good progress or he was going to have to cut me. He told me he was getting a lot of pressure from the hospital administration all day and that they really wanted him to do a c-section on me the day before but he was fighting them for me and really wanted me to have the chance to deliver vaginally. After that grim news we really ramped things up. I stopped looking at the monitor and just did everything I could think of to get contractions going. I tried more nipple stimulation (ouch!) my husband and I did the hula Smile and my doula tried doing pressure points. Still the same story, 2-3 contractions and then they stopped.

5:40 my doctor came back in and I hadn't changed at all. I was very disappointed at this point because I was doing so well dealing with the contractions even on pitocin but I just couldn't get the contractions to keep going. The doctor said there were still some decelerations and since I wasn't progressing we really needed to do the c-section so I consented. That is when I broke down and bawled. I was so sad that I wasn't going to get the VBA2C that I wanted. I felt like I had done everything I could and it was just out of my hands. My doctor had been good to work with and fight for me but if contractions wouldn't start there was nothing we could do. I had a great nurse that is actually studying to be a midwife and she said she has never seen my doctor do a c-section unless it was absolutely necessary. That information made me feel a little better but just a little.

6:00 they took me into the operating room. The anesthesiologist came in to do my spinal and had a really hard time getting it in. After trying to insert it about 5 times (with me hunched over and my nurses having to help support me) my doctor suggested to him to try another needle. The second needle went in without any pain and the anesthesiologist showed me the first needle. It would take air in but would not let anything out (inject). Those first 5 tries hurt like HELL! Anyway, finally the spinal was done and they laid me down to finish prepping me for the surgery. As I am laying there completely naked the surgical tech says, "Hey, what did you say your last name is?" to my husband. My husband told him and the tech says, "I thought I recognized your voice, you're my cousin!" :eek: Great, nice to meet you cousin Jerry! Sheesh, what a place to meet my husbands extended family.

6:50 the surgery begins. I had asked them to not tie my hands down so that I would be able to hold my baby right after she is born. At 7:03 pm Alexandria Fern was born. She was perfect and screamed until they gave her to me Smile After they laid her on my chest she was quiet as can be and stayed that way until her bath 3 hours later. I asked my nurse if I could BF her while they were stitching me up. She said they usually wait until we are in recovery before they try breastfeeding. My nurse was great! My uterus was not going down like it was supposed to (stupid uncooperative uterus!) and was bleeding too much, so my nurse said, "forget it, let's get that baby nursing and see if that will help!" She helped me get her latched on (which was not easy lying flat on my back!) and my little girl was a good nurser right from the start. The doctor asked how the baby was doing and my nurse said, "great she's breastfeeding." He said that's good and continued sewing me up.

After I was all stitched up they took me right to my room where my nurse did her bath, weight and everything right at my bedside. She was over 3 hours old before we even knew how much she weighed because she hadn't left my chest that whole time. She weighed 8 lb 3.5 ounces and was 20.5" long. She beat my biggest baby so far by .5 ounces and 1". She was definitely a big girl. It was so great to not have my baby taken away right after the c-section. This was definitely my best c-section birth, simply for that fact.

I stayed in the hospital until Saturday April 2. We got released at 11:00 am and by the time we got home I was feeling horrible. I had a huge headache that was making me nauseous and dizzy. I went straight to bed and slept for about 3 hours. When I woke up I felt a lot better (just a little dizzy) but after being up for another 3 hours I was starting with the headache again. I decided to call labor and delivery and see what they suggested. The nurse that answered happened to be the same nurse that was in my c-section with me and she said that she thought I had a spinal headache and that I needed to come back into the ER. So at 10:00 that night we headed back to the hospital (luckily Grandma was here and could stay with Alexandria and the other kids). The ER was definitely not fun, I was still bleeding, I was so engorged and my head was killing me and they wanted me to get into a hospital gown. I immediately soaked the entire thing with breast milk. I was super grumpy and did NOT want to get another IV and get poked with more needles. I asked the anesthesiologist if I had to be hunched over to get the blood patch. He said we can do it lying on my side but that it might not work. I thought it would really hurt trying to hunch over with my incision but it wasn't as bad as I thought. In order to fix the spinal headache they had to do what is called a blood patch. They take blood out of your arm (a lot) and inject it into the same space in your spine that they do the spinal. The blood then clots and closes the holes left open by the needles. The reason for the headache is that the spinal fluid has been leaking out of the holes left by the needle (and remember I got poked at least 6 times trying to start my spinal) so there were a LOT of holes. The spinal fluid that leaks out makes it so that there is not enough fluid around the brain to make it buoyant and it causes a severe headache. Anyway, the anesthesiologist told me there was going to be some pressure when he put the blood in and to let him know if it was too much. Oh my gosh that hurt!!! After he got done putting the blood in I had to lay flat on my back for an hour to let the blood start clotting. It really hurt to lie on my back. I would say it hurt more having that blood in my back than the headache itself. After an hour the anesthesiologist said that when I get home I need to spend the next 6 hours flat on my back (meaning no pillow). I do NOT like sleeping on my back but sleeping (trying) on my back with no pillow was TORTURE. Plus, how am I supposed to stay flat on my back with a newborn that wants to nurse? When we got home (at 1:00 am) my baby was hungry since I had been gone for 3 hours. I nursed her and put her to bed and then she cried for the next 3 hours. I was exhausted and supposed to be flat on my back and she would not go to sleep, ugh! I got a total of 1 1/2 hours of horrible sleep that night Smile

The next day my back was still hurting but more bearable and it has gotten a little better every day since. Luckily, the headache was gone for good and my baby started sleeping 5-6 hour stretches at night. In fact last night she slept from 11:00 until 7:00 and is only 1 week old, yes ladies that is an 8 hour stretch. Yahoo I am so glad I got a good baby!

Last pregnant belly pic (March 29 38w6d):




Hubby helping me squat:


After the c-section (I was able to hold her right away and BF while my doc sewed me up):


Proud daddy:


Alexandria Fern:


2 days old:




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Anderson John
April 7, 2011
4:02 PM
8 lbs 9 oz
20.5 inches

I was scheduled for an induction on 4/7/11 and told to call at 5am to see if they had a bed for me. When I called they told me to be there at 7am. I got up and got showered and dressed. Then the hospital called back and said they were running low on beds, but had a lot of people going home so to hold off and they would call me around 7:30 or 8:00. I hadn't heard anything by 8am so I called them. At that point they said they were full and that I should eat something light because they were waiting on my doctor to say how late she wanted me to come in. So I ate a bowl of Cheerios and about 15 minutes later they called to tell me come in now. My anxiety/nerves/frustration were just up and down all over the place all morning!

So DH and I arrived at the hospital about half and hour later and my IV was in at 9:10am with Pitocin started. I was "almost 3cm" at my last appt (the nurse at the hospital couldn't even reach to tell when I came in, so we are assuming I was still about 3cm at the start of everything). I labored through about 5 hours of contractions that didn't hurt at all. I just felt the tightening very regularly. The nurse said she could only turn my Pit up 1.5 more times so I'd better start feeling something, lol. I guess I missed my doctor's rounds that morning since I didn't get a room early enough, so she finally showed up at 1:55pm, checked me (4cm) and broke my water. The very next contraction after my bag was broken, I felt! I told the nurse to call for the epidural because they were immediately painful and I knew I would go fast now.

The epidural was in at 2:30pm. Almost immediately my blood pressure dropped and wouldn’t come back up. It got down to 81/38 and I felt awful…had the oxygen mask on and just couldn’t get to feeling “right.” So she called the anesthesiologist and he gave me some ephedrine to bring it back up. Finally felt better after that.

At about 3pm the nurse checked me as her shift was ending and I was 6cm. I started feeling lots of pressure with each contraction. I had no pain in my uterus and my legs were *mostly* numb, but the pressure was INTENSE. At 3:30pm I was getting a little irritated that the next nurse on shift hadn’t come in to check on me and I was feeling so much pressure I was almost sure that I should have been pushing so I paged her to come check me. She took too long in my opinion (I thought I should have been pushing!) to come in. She checked me, and I was already at 9cm after only 30 minutes.

She moved around the room getting things situated then came back to me and had me push a few times to see what kind of progress I would make. I pushed through 2 contractions and she called the doctor in. Of course my doctor was in surgery, so they asked me if I could wait to push. I thought about it and decided I could wait a few minutes so my own doctor could deliver me. She showed up at 4:00 (about 5-10 minutes later), I pushed through 2 more contractions and Anderson was born at 4:02pm.

This was my hardest delivery of all three. The epidural didn’t work completely and I felt all the pressure and stretching down there. I was grunting and making noises I’ve never heard before, lol. He was my biggest baby and amazingly I didn’t even tear (I did with my other two).

He was evaluated by the pediatrician the next morning. She said he had mild jaundice, probably because he got his daddy’s blood type and not mine, according to the doctor. Interestingly, DS1 has DH’s blood type and had jaundice after birth and DD has my blood type and did not have it. The pediatrician wanted us to stay in the hospital two nights instead of one to watch the jaundice. We spent most of Saturday waiting around for the pedi to show up and send us home. We finally left the hospital at 2pm and are home and doing well!

Last belly pic-39 weeks

Just born-checking him out

Under the warmer-all cleaned up

Meeting big brother and big sister.

Snuggling with Mommy.

Big sister is a natural!

Ready to get home!

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On Wednesday afternoon I had my 38 week doctor appointment. Dr. A, without asking or saying much about it, did a membrane sweep. It didn't hurt - just felt like he was doing an exam. He said, while up there, "I'm going to just stretch ya out here a little." I had no clue that meant a sweep. After that, I told him that at the next appointment, if I made it, I wanted him to do one. That's when he told me. :-o

Brock and I had some errands to do after the appointment. We went to lunch, Babies R Us, and then to pick up our second car from the mechanics. Back to home to have dinner and settle in for the evening. Nothing was happening in terms of contractions. I felt pretty tired while at BRU. But heck! I was 38 weeks pregnant and running after our 20 month old!

That night we crawled into bed, watched some Friends, and went to sleep. I remember telling Brock, "Well, if things were to happen sooner than later, I think we could handle it. We have pretty much everything we NEED done." Little did I know...

I woke up at 3am feeling a lot of tightness and pain around my belly and back. As it subsided I realized it was a contraction. I waited in bed, half shocked, and sure enough... I had another. After a few of those, I got up and went to the bathroom. Loose stools. :eek: I had a feeling something was happening. I hopped onto contractionmaster.com and timed the contractions while I walked around the bedroom. Brock stirred a litle but I was hoping he'd stay asleep longer, knowing it'd be a long morning.

By 4am I was pretty sure this was it - contracting every 3 to 5 minutes. I had him get up and start packing. I started cleaning our playroom and getting the house picked up - cause, ya know, that's important when having a baby. Wink I then made all the appropriate phone calls - to my mom in FL who was now, for sure, missing out on this birth, and to our sitters.

Our daughter, who is still breastfeeding, woke up around 4. Knowing the only way she'd go back to sleep was if I nursed her, I said a prayer and went into her room and put her back to sleep. I have no idea how I got through those contractions without waking her up.

Our sitter arrived around 6. By this time my contractions were still coming every 2 to 5 minutes and getting more and more intense. I needed Brock to be there as I got through them. I would put my arms around his neck and do hip circles as I breathed each one.

We arrived at the hospital by 6:30. I was still in great spirits and very excited. I walked to the nurse at the front desk and said "We're having a baaaaaby!" She looked at me and said, "Oook, are you *in* labor?" I told her I was for sure and about my contractions. She knew I was serious and headed back to the L&D floor to get a room ready, having us follow behind. I wanted to walk, much to everyone's shock! I heard the L&D nurse tell the front desk nurse "Take them to room 2." She then turned and looked at me. I smiled at her and kept walking. She then turned back and called out, "On second thought, Triage 2 is open. Take her back there." I looked at Brock and said "They don't believe I'm in labor!"

Triage was the worst part! We went through 2 nurses that were just horrible. The first one, a guy, kept asking me questions while I was contracting. Clearly, I couldn't answer. But he'd keep bugging me for an answer. Example: A contraction is coming, I start breathing and leaning on Brock. "Michelle, did you have any complications with this pregnancy?" I, in the middle of a contraction, do not answer. I keep breathing. "Michelle?" Again, still breathing. "Any complications? Michelle?" I was getting so mad! Finally, once it was over I answered him. But, hello! Don't you understand what I'm going through??? Oh no... you don't! You're a guy! But still! Think about it! The next nurse wasn't much better. She came in and was helpful with my breathing but then when she asked what I wanted for pain meds and I told her "Breathing" she was clearly not happy. I don't know what her deal was but she was not supportive of that at all. Thankfully, I didn't see either one of them again! She also told me that Charlie's heart was decelling. I don't believe her. I think she just wanted an excuse to keep me hooked up. Bleh! When she checked me, I was 4 1/2 cm.

Around 7, three new nurses came into my room to move me to my L&D room. They, again, wanted me to take a wheelchair. I refused and told them I would walk. So we made the quick little walk down the hall to the room. I had a contraction by the door going into the room and I could tell we were making progress! Things had hit a new level. They wanted me to get on the bed so I could be monitored again. I was trying to be patient, especially since the last nurse said that about his heartbeat. However, they wanted me to be on my back and I absolutely refused that. So I sat on the bed. I have NO idea how I got through it sitting there. I told them I wanted to get up and stand. They made a big fuss about that and said they had to check me before they could let me do that. So they checked me again. This time, not even an hour later, I was 8 cm and a little cervix left!! I was sooooo happy! Yahoo

They wouldn't 'let me' stand but I managed to get through sitting there. I told them I would not push while on my back. One nurse said the doctor would have a say in it. Since I knew my doc was going to be there, I knew it wouldn't be a problem. I had already to talked to him.

A few minutes later Dr. A walked in. He had me lay on my side so he could check me. Since I was 8+, a tiny lip of a cervix, and feeling baby moving down, he broke my water. He said to call him the second anything else changed. He was back in the room within 10 minutes and I was pushing. I stayed on my side and pushed him out in about 10 minutes. The cord was wrapped around Charlie's neck a few times, so Brock couldn't cut the cord. But Charlie did really well and there were no problem from the cord. Dr. A let me pull Charlie out the rest of the way and bring him up to my chest. It was the most amazing experience!

I did get a 1st degree tear. He said it wasn't too bad. Recovery has been OK. Different from with Grace. I tore the opposite direction with her (to the front). So it feels so different. But otherwise, I think it's OK.

He has been an awesome nurser. He's just a natural. Have had only once or twice to redo the latch. Yahoo

He is waking, so I will come back to post pictures. Smile

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Caleb Allen's Birth Story

Well we started with a scheduled c-section at 38 weeks 4 days Friday April 1st... We arrived at the hospital a 5am and our c-section wasn't until 7am. Once we got back to the room the worst problem they had was getting my IV in. For some reason I became very puffy overnight and started in with high blood pressure right away. My dr. appt on Tues of that week showed regular blood pressure readings so not sure why my bp got up so high overnight. I felt calm and not really too stressed even though that's what they were saying was wrong. They stuck me 4 or 5 times trying to find a vein for my IV and it hurt like hell everytime, especially when they started digging. But they finally got it on the under part of my right arm about 10 inches up from my wrist and 4 inches down from my elbow... very unusual spot to have an IV. Once they got that in everything just started to go very quickly from there.

The c-section started out pretty normal and I was starting to get more and more nervous and scared. Esp since this time around I could feel all the pressure everyone told me about. With my last c-section I didn't feel any pressure and recovery was really easy, I almost enjoyed the drugged feeling I was having. But not this time. All the pressure and the moving of my stomach around made me feel sick and I just started to get a little freaked out. I have no idea what meds the dr gave me for the sick feeling but I kind of passed out as soon as they wheeled me out of surgery and into recovery because I don't remember being moved. Once in recovery... apparently I started to get more freaked out and they had to give me something to calm me down. I didn't find this out until later from my aunt who works in the hospital. I was in and out of deep sleep while in recovery and everytime I woke up I complained of lower back pain and rambled on about random things that made no sense. At one point I remember saying something about puppies and flowers and as soon as I realized what I said I apologized for it. I think they kept me for more than an hour or even two in recovery. I don't remember being moved from recovery to my room either.

But after all that mess was over I was finally able to hold my presious Caleb. As soon as I came to and could really focus I started to try and breastfeed. Caleb had such a very strong suck going on that he wouldn't stop sucking on his fingers so he had no problems latching right away. We've had a few problems latching properly without tearing my nipples apart but overall he's done very well breastfeeding.

Everything checked out fine with Caleb... no worries at all. He was born 9lbs 10oz and 21" long. Born at 7:24am on April fools day. After he was born my aunt thought it would be a cute idea to put a pink hat on him an present him to my family like he were a girl. But they didn't fall for it at all, but still pretty funny.

And overall my recovery from this c-section post hospital stay has been alot easier than it was last time. Not sure why I healed so much quicker this time around but I felt alot better than I did the last time minus the actual surgery and the recovery right after. That was alot harder but everything after that has been alot easier.

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

Hey ladies!! I have completely disappeared from this board.....I don't even really feel like I should be posting anymore, but thought that I'd at least come on here and let you know that I had the baby. PLUS- I wanted to say congratulations to all of you that have already had your babies! Wow! It seems like so many April babies have been born and we are barely to the halfway point of the month!! To the rest of you, hang in there!!

Benjamin Matthew

born on Thursday, April 7, 2011 at 7:19pm
5lbs, 15oz
18.5 inches long
37 weeks, 5 days

Basically, this is my birth story. I had my check up the week before and my blood pressure had been slightly elevated...not too high, but elevated. I was feeling okay and everything else looked okay so it was just noted in my chart. The following Sunday, some friends of mine ended up giving me a small sprinkle (yay! I got my sprinkle!!) and my BFF (who is also pg and due in May) and I decided to go see a movie afterwards, as we jokingly talked about how it might be the last movie we can go see together for a while. Little did we know how true that was! By the time we got to the movie theatre, I felt really weird.......lightheaded, nauseous, very uncomfortable. I thought maybe it was just the car ride had made me sick because I do tend to have car and motion sickness. Well, came home from the movie and realized that my ankles were HUGE! I realized at that point that my blood pressure must be up. I went and laid down and went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was feeling better and took my daughter to school. After that, my plan was to drive into town (we're about 20 mins out) and go walk on the treadmill at my gym for about 30 minutes. By the time I got there, I was feeling so off again so I went into a drugstore nearby and checked my blood pressure....it was 142/98....not astronomically high, but with the way I was feeling, high enough that I decided to blow off the gym and call my dr. While waiting on them to call back, I went across the street to the Kroger and checked my blood pressure again....on their machine, it was 151/98 and 150/100, respectively (checked it twice). I decided to just go straight to my dr's office at this point b/c they were about 5 minutes away. They found some protein in my urine and my doctor suspected I might be developing preeclampsia. He gave me this huge jug to pee in for 24 hours (very weird, I might add) and sent me home on modified bedrest until my next appointment on Wednesday.

On Wednesday, at my next appointment, things still didn't look great. My dr said that I had developed preeclampsia and wanted me to go to the hospital to be monitored and get bloodwork. He said his plan was to induce me on Friday. Once at the hospital and once the bloodwork came back, it became apparent that I also had a low platelet count. Apparently, this is a more severe form of preeclampsia and one that can deteriorate quickly. So, my dr moved up my induction to Thursday and I had to stay in the hospital overnight.

On Thursday morning, pitocin was started about 7:40am. I labored all morning and into the early afternoon and while the contractions were a little uncomfortable, they were completely and totally manageable. However, I did think I had progressed pretty well. I had come into the hospital at 4cm dilated and 50% effaced so I thought for sure I was at least a 6-7 by then. At 1:45pm, I was checked and I was only 5cm. :confused: I was so upset. I thought for sure I was further along. My doulas (I had two) were very encouraging though and we continued to push through.........I started having some pretty intense contractions and the pain was getting worse and worse. At one point, I broke down and was just ready to give up. I just didn't want to do it anymore. My doulas, both, thought I was at transition and were trying to encourage me about how close I was. I just was having a hard time believing that I was that far. At 6:15pm, the nurse checked me again because she said if I wasn't progressing, that my doctor would want to break my water. I was only 6 cm. At this point, I was bawling. I was so tired and I felt like my body was giving up on me. I really felt like I was going to be in labor for another 12 hours. I also was frustrated that the nurse kept insisting that my doctor would break my waters as soon as he got there. I love my doctor and one of the things I love about him is that he puts your medical care in your own hands (at least as much as is medically safe to do so). When he came in, he asked me what I wanted to do. He said that he didn't have to break my water if I didn't want him to. He knew that I really wanted it to break on it's own and he said that since I was progressing (rather slowly), he didn't have to break it. I was so relieved!! I declined letting him break my water and onward we "marched" through labor. Very soon after he had left, I started having contractions that came one on top of the other. They were strong and there was no break at all. At 6:40pm, my water broke. At this point, everything fell apart. LOL. I started yelling and screaming at everyone. I told the nurse and my doulas at various times that I immediately wanted IV pain meds closely followed by an epidural. The problem was, I was in so much pain, I couldn't even sit still. The nurse came in with IV pain meds and insisted that in order to give it to me, she had to check me. I have no concept of the time that passed, but it felt like hours......I finally got to a point where I could lay on the bed and she said that I was 7-8 cm. Even with the IV meds, the pain just wouldn't let up. I honestly don't think it took any sort of edge off as I've heard other women say. I started screaming at everyone and at some point, vaguely remember yelling at my doctor to "stop standing there, and go get me my epidural!". LOL. (I had no idea until later that he was in complete scrubs with booties on his feet and everything.....just waiting for me to stop screaming, give into my body and start pushing.) My doula said that you could see the head coming before I ever started pushing....that my body was already pushing before I was. Finally, I had this overwhelming urge to push and I bared down and started pushing. I pushed three times and Benjamin Matthew was born! I didn't tear at all and had the best recovery afterwards!

Matthew's apgar scores were 8/9 and both were because of his color. Otherwise, he is perfectly healthy! I had been warned that since he was early (even though it was only 2 weeks and technically "term"), he might have problems with either breathing or nursing. The nurse said that they tend to see that white boys, in particular, that are early have a hard time breathing......that their lungs take longer to mature......also, that they tend to not want to eat. Well, Matthew came out screaming at the top of his lungs and didn't let up. He definitely didn't have a problem breathing!! Also, I tried to nurse him immediately and he latched on right away! Matthew had absolutely no problems at all!! The only problem we've had is finding clothes to fit him! LOL! We have a total of 4 preemie outfits and two of them swallow him up. He is just sooooo tiny!! Since he is nursing so well, I'm hoping he will start gaining some good weight soon and then all of the newborn outfits I have will fit him.

Here are some pics!

Just born:

Proud big sister:

Beautiful baby boy:

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

Sorry i've been a bit late with my story.

Taylor Ryan was born on the 31st/3/2011 and she weighed 8lbs 7oz, born at 03.54!

It all started on the tues as i was having an induction so i went into hospital as planned was monitored for about an hour and i was having good tightenings even though there was no pain, the midwife examined me and my cervix was very high so she put the prostin gel in to see how that goes. all that night i started getting a very bad burning sensation inside me and getting bad period pains. 6am the next morning i was examined again and there was no progression so the midwife left me for the swap over and my new midwife came and examined me again she advised me to put a pad on just incase my waters break even though it was planned i was going to have them broken. As soon as she said that i went to get one and pop there was the gush! 1pm I was sent to the labour room where I was put on several drips and montiored throughout.. I started having contractions and got offered pain relief but i wasnt in any dis comfort or anything so i didnt have any. about 5pm they upped the dose of the drip and my gosh it was sore so i had some diamorphine that was great i got a little bit of a rest from the pain.. DH then went home for a bit as nothing much was happening and we only live 5 min away from the hospital. when he returned about 7.30 the diamorphine had started to wear off so i was taking gas and air aswel when the doctor came in and spoke to me about further pain relief he sugessted i try the epidural... we spoke about it and about 9pm the anethesis came to insert the epidural. It was AMAZING! I managed to have a little nap and by this time i was 7cm so i was quite happy. The midwife and the doctor then came in to examine me at 12am Taylor was facing the wrong way she was looking up not down so the doctor suggested that I get a top up on the epidural and we wait another 2 hours to see if she'd turned... 2am comes and i get examined again and then got told to start pushing... it was weird as i couldnt feel the contractions so i had to watch the monitor. after an hour and a half of pushing tere was no real progress as the contractions were so far apart still she kept going back up between them... So the next plan was to have a ventouse delivery, i had to have an episotomy to allow room for the cup to be placed on her head, within 3 pushes my beautiful princess was here. Daddy cut the cord and started filling up with tears.

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

I'm gonna ramble here as I type while I try to recall the details.

On Wednesday I nested like crazy. Worked with my kids and the cleaning lady to clean the playroom from top to bottom. Then I spent a good couple of hours packing up clothing for our Passover hotel stay. My kids will be going already this afternoon and staying with the rest of my family there until I join them on Sunday with the baby, so I had to pack separately for when I won't be there and then for the rest of the stay. I worked until I couldn't move anymore because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise from nervousness over the induction. It worked like a charm and slept deep and hard LOL. At 6AM the alarm went off and we just laid there for a few minutes taking in the silence and the moment. Then DH got up and went to get my niece to come stay with the kids (she's 18). I got dressed and had a small bowl of cheerios, knowing I wouldn't see food for a while. We arrived at the hospital right on time for 7AM. The staff was waiting for me and took me straight back to the corner room with the best view. Yay! We did all the settling in stuff - paperwork was really quick, changing, monitors, etc. Dr. examined me. I was completely closed and baby was so high they had to bring in an u/s machine to make sure she was still head down. Thankfully, she was and by 8:10 the Pitocin drip was started at a 6. They couldn't start the epidural right away because I was so completely closed when we started and they had to make sure I'd progress. Every half hour or so the nurse came and increased the Pitocin by 3. By 10ish I was getting very uncomfortable with each contraction. Dr came in and checked and I was 3cm so she said I could get the epidural. Yay! Instant relief. After another hour I was still at 3 and the contractions spaced out some, so they increased the pitocin more. Next time I was checked I was 5. At 1:30 the dr checked me and I was at 7 but she was completely high up. They sat my bed up and the contractions got really intense - even with the epidural. I knew that meant she was descending so it made it tolerable. At 2 I asked for more epi drugs so my dr came to check. I was complete and she was fully descended. That's exactly how it played out with my older daughter - between 8 and 10 cm she fully descended from -3 to +3. Painful, but worth it because it's only 20 minutes or so. So at 2:00 they broke down the bed for me to start pushing. First contraction was ineffective because I couldn't really feel what I was doing and didn't get it right. By the second I was in business. 2 more pushes after that and she was born at 2:09. What a feeling of relief! I did get 2 stitches. Her apgars were 9 and 9, only cuz her hands and feet were bluish. We did some skin to skin contact and then they took her to the warmer cuz she was a bit chilled. They did their thing and then weighed her. She was 7lb 8 oz (my bad on the last post) and 18 inches long. I couldn't believe the length - my others were 21, 21.5 and 22 inches long! But she's nice and chubby because she only weighs a pound less than the brother who was 4 inches longer! She had a bottle about 45 minutes after she was born and had an ounce. Then she just hung out in the warmer in the room with me for a few hours. Checked out the place - totally not sleepy and just mellow. Other than when they bathed her (in my room!) about 3 hours after she was born, she really hasn't cried a real cry. She doesn't like when they take her temp, but other than that, she just kind of whimpers when she's hungry. I hope this mellowness continues! Her big sister was like this and was just such an easy baby, toddler and still is an easy little girl.

And that's about it. I'm feeling pretty ok. Just tired and crampy. Man, it really is true that the cramping gets worse with each kid. I've never had it this bad for this long. Almost 24 hours later, I'm still getting horrible cramps. My kids will be here to visit in a few minutes and after they go home, I'll try and get some pictures of her. I told DH to bring me my card reader so I can upload them :D.

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

Benjamin Ryan
Born 4-9-11 at 4:08pm (38w3d) Labored 15.5 hours
7 lbs 7 oz 20.25 inches long HC 14.5
Apgar 9/9

So I had my 38 weeks appt Friday afternoon after dropping Grace off at my parents to stay the night so we could finish last minute things that weekend before baby. Here's what I posted last.

"Well I'm the same 1 cm 50% effaced but -2 this week. Even with all this swelling and headaches my BP was perfect. Will be called on Monday to schedule my induction either on the 13th or 15th. I just wonder if I'm one of the many women that won't dilated without "assistance". Well I'm off to harass DH. May be we can get something going this weekend. " LOL Boy did I ever!

After our appt DH & I went to the mall for a new Macbook charger and had an early dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. Mmmm. I had the chopped salad there that I had been craving for months. After that we drove home and relaxed a bit and watched a movie. We had sex about around 10:30pm and I was feeling kinda crampy and thought may be I had to go to the bathroom. TMI Had some soft BMs and went back to lay down. The cramps turned into contractions so I put my legs up because they were a little swollen anyways and told DH. "Hmm I think I'm having real contractions." He just looked at me and said "See I told you we shouldn't have had sex." Basically he said that because he was planning out his work schedule and trying to finish projects before taking his paternity leave. Smile

So the contractions were all in my back which I've never had this pregnancy. I timed them and they were between 3 and 11 minutes apart for 30 minutes. It's now 12:30 am so I called my mom to let her know and then the Dr's office and Dr. Melendy called back . I informed her of my contractions and she said wait the full hour and see if they are all under 5 minutes then let her know and she would call L&D to let them know I was coming in. So after an hour and 15 minutes they were all around 4 minutes and a bit more intense. We ran around the house thinking of last minutes things to grab and do. Then got in the car for the 40 minute ride. Called my mom again to let her know and then left and made the call back to Dr. Melendy at 1:15am.

We got there 2:00am and went in through the ER which was totally empty and surprised me for a Friday evening/Sat morning. I got changed into a gown and hooked up to monitor my contractions and Ben's heartbeat. The nurse checked my cervix. I was still 1 cm. She said we'll stay see if labor continues or stalls out. If I dilated more they would move me to a room and start IVs because of my GBS+. I contracted 4 minutes apart until about 4 am and this would be the only time my contractions were in the front. Had more soft BMs. Then had a check and I was 2-3. Yay! Which was a good thing because the bed was horrible and DH was in a chair trying to stay away, Got in the room and IV started 4:15 am. I believe Dr. Melendy came in around 5 and spoke to me about breaking my water around 7 am and seeing if we couldn't get Ben here my noon. Smile

I tried to sleep a bit but I mostly rested until 6 am then was checked and I was still 2-3. Called my mom and MIL around 7 am and told them my water would be broken soon and didn't know how long it would be after so to head up to the hospital. MIL pissed me off because she had been called only twice. Once around 12 am and once at 4 when we got the room and knew we were staying. She said to me "Well if we miss it ..we miss it." After telling time after time to let her know what was going on. Anyways I was checked around 8 am and asked about Dr. Melendy and the nurse said she had an emergency c/s and would be in after that. I was 3 cm then. Sorta ticked off at this point with the day nurse because I had to ask for everything myself especially checks. Contractions were still bearable and 4 minutes apart. Strangely this belt monitor registered them around 20 and the first one when we came in showed 40 to 60 and they were not near as painful. I wonder if back labor doesn't show up as well when the belt is in the front. Dr. Melendy came in and broke my water at 8:30 am. Oh boy this was painfully. She had gone to stick the bag of fluid and Ben moved up and she basically had "to go get it" with a painful look on her face apologizing to me.. I kinda crawled up the bed in pain but at least it didn't last long. She left signed pitocin orders if needed.

Still at 3 cm this would be another annoying part of labor with the day nurse I had. She was waiting to change my bed and pads way too long it was cold and uncomfortable and it had to be done 5 times ..2 of which I had to use the nurse button to get her in there after 30 minutes. The night nurse was sweet enough to come say goodbye and she would see me tonight with a baby in my arms. She had stepped next to my bed and said "What's this?" to all the liquid on the floor. The bed managed to get on her right leg covered in amniotic fluid. She laughed and told the nurse to get me changed! Hello!?!?

I still labored on for awhile and had family in and out of the room and was finally 4 cm at 10 am. Contractions were starting to get pretty painful. I was thinking about my epidural at that point but wanted to get a little further along. The suites seemed busy so I ask to have the anesthesiologists come. He was there by 11 and the produce went well. I had more pressure this time around when it went in and some anxiety. He had the fetal monitor moved to my heart just to check and my heart rate was around 130. I said to him I felt light headed but I thought it was anxiety and he paused and counted to 5 then I was fine. He was really awesome about everything. He sat on the couch and made sure I was ok. After I was taped up and laying down I heard him say "oh crap!" I quickly turned around and he had opened something that burst beta-dine all over his scrubs and face. We all laughed and he said jokingly "I should walk out there and say I hit an artery" LOL So I was relaxing at this point but not sleeping. Praying I would get to 5 and get over the hump soon. Careful what you wish for. Wink Next check I was still 4 so she started pitocin at 12 pm since I had my epi and cranked it up.

At this point it had been12 hours from when I had my first contractions and they just weren't strong enough to get me dilated pass 4. I promise this story will pick up soon! Resting and chatting with family I was 5 cm by 2:30 pm and thrilled. About 20 minutes later my contractions started getting really painful but I figured it was just the dilation. An hour later I was in a lot of pain and the nurse asked if I wanted the anesthesiologist to be called and I said yes probably a good idea because I was afraid of pushing with no drugs. It was like the epi was wearing off sorta. I could feel more of my feet and some above the ankle. She checked me again only because I asked and I said I feel like I have to push. I was then 8 cm at 3:45! Woohoo! Great news and man the contractions were the worst at this point.

The nurses started getting ready and prepping and called Dr. Melendy. The nurse was already having me push with my contractions. So I did...but was concerned because the pressure was getting so intense. After 3 really hard pushes and about 10 minutes I said "He's coming!!!" Sure enough I was 10 cm and his head was right there. Dr. Melendy was called again but it went to voice mail because she was in the elevator. 3 more nurses came in gloving up and running around crazy. At this point one nurse was holding his head in and telling me to breath because I was holding my breath from the pain. I just remember looking at them all there and my DH & mom at my sides and I cried " I can't wait...it's the contractions." DH was rubbing my head and keeping me somewhat calm. The one nurse told me I could control it.....yeah right! Lol 30 secs later Ben popped out and I just remember crying from the pain, excitement and anxiety of how fast it all happened. I literally didn't push myself and he was out passed his shoulders. I just cried harder and said to the nurses "I didn't push..really!" They assured me I did great and I had a high pain tolerance. LOL I always though I was a wimp. I assumed at that point I shouldn't have been pushing so hard before a doctor was in the room. They were frantic because I know babies are not suppose to be born without a doctor in the room. Ben cried and we all hugged and I was so happy it was over! 7 lbs 7 oz 20.25 inches long and he was kicking and screaming! Dr Melendy came in and said "Great job! Only a small tear needing 2 stitches." My placenta basically delivered it's self and that was that.

My mom ran out just to get my Dad to see Ben from the hall and got to lock out door and they wouldn't let her back in. She was so upset and we all were later when we found out. But I know it was hectic and all with the nurses delivering him. They took awhile getting the fluid out and cleaning him up so I was a little worried but everything was ok. I just wanted to get him skin to skin and feed him. *Sigh* What a ride! I'm still in shock he's here and I was not induced and that he was born so quickly in the end! I'm lucky that I didn't tear much at all.

Ben is doing great at the breast but having some spit up issues at night. We bought a wedge and it's really helping. He is a bit more demanding than Grace was. It's all good because he is a snuggler and I enjoy the time with him. I know he won't be small for long. It's funny because we did have to run out and exchange some clothes for newborn sizes. I had only 5 onesies for him because I assumed I'd have him about a week later and he'd be 8 lbs. Grace worn newborn for only 6 days literally. I keep staying he is little but I have to remember 7 lb is average. Grace was just big. Smile

Ben is a little jaundice but it's not that bad. His level was 8.5 when we left the hospital. We had his first appt Wednesday. He passed his earring test in the hospital. The doctor didn't even have him pricked to check his jaundice because she said it would be peaking that day and his color was not bad at all. With the eating, pooping and peeing going well and how active he was she told me she was not concerned and to come in on Friday only if he looked worse in color. Otherwise we go back in 2 weeks. Healing and sleep for me are going much better this time around but the days are flying by. I'm grateful to my family who supported me through it all and that we have a healthy baby boy! Thanks for reading this long birth story!

Time to push! Or not!

Getting cleaned up

My moments

After eating.

Meeting Big Sister Grace.

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Katia Miyoko born 4/11/11
7lbs 10oz
20 inches long

I can't believe that my little girl is a week old tomorrow:( I'm enjoying this much more then I could have imagined. I'm a bit sad that this week has flown by in a blink of an eye.
Induction was set for 4/11/11! Grandma and Grandpa was here to take care of our son, so at 8am hubby and I arrived at the hospital. I never had an induction before so I just assumed start the pitocin, break your water, labor then have baby:wink: Right? LOL Was I wrong! We spent the first 8hrs on Cytotec, trying to get the girlie bits ready for labor and delivery. I only needed two pills and was getting crampier by the minute. Tolerable.
I came in a two centimeters and was only dilated to 2 1/2 in this time, but was effacing. Dr. came in and broke my water at four and they started pitocin. Holy cow the contractions started in right away. Painful little sukers! I asked for the epidural and by the time the anesthesiologist came in I was 5 1/2 centimeters. Anesthesiologist brought the happy drugs and I was so excited about some relief. I was already ten centimeters when I received the epidural with my son, and I guess I was in SOOO much pain I never felt anything from that epidural but sweet relief. This time I felt the numbing needle, the medicine going into my back, the zingers, it all. It was finally over and I was happy once again, felt my legs getting warm and tingling. Contractions became less painful and soon I couldn't feel them in my right side. But holy cow batman, my legs started to become un-tingly quickly and I noticed the contractions that were duller in my left side were becoming stronger and stronger. Finally I had to start breathing through them. Anesthesiologist got called back in to top off my epidural. He puts three more what ever it was he had into my tubing. I could feel the cooling sensation as each one went in. He left and holy crow there was NOT a BIT of relief at all. So after a bit and after talking to my nurse we decided to have him called back in to just redo it. About this time my inlaws brought our son up to the hospital to not only to visit but to bring my hubby some much needed food. By this time I was managing by breathing through each contraction. My 5 year old was there so I managed to remain calm and talk to him and ask him about his day between contractions. He didn't want to be too bother because he was to busy with his gameboy :rolleyes: Nurse finally sent all of them out of the room, even hubby to check me before the Anesthesiologist came back in to redo it (hubby wasn't allowed in the room when I was getting my epidural). She checked me and I was a nine! She decided to keep her fingers up there for the next contraction and sure enough everything just "melted" away and I was a 10.....Time to start pushing:eek: OHHH HELL NO! She had me start pushing with contractions and I could FEEL EVERYTHING. I asked for something to take the edge off and she said it was too late. Then I heard the Anesthesiologist come in, take a look and was like "ohhh she's pushing", and they sent him away...with all those happy drugs:confused:
They went and got my hubby who was just under the assumption that I have had my epi redone, so he goes "lets go Bayman" and they were like "no, just you"! LOL imagine his shock when they told him I was already pushing. When I am in pain or something like that I kinda just want to be in my own little world and away from everything else. So just like my last pushing experience I closed my eyes and did not open them again till after baby was born. This time it was the worst experience of my life. I applaud every woman wanting to go in for a natural drug free labor and delivery...I bow down to you. But it is just not for me, I want the drugs!!!! So having to push through the pain was just...I don't even have the words to explain it. I was shaking and I could feel the contraction coming and someone on each side of me would take my legs up and push them to my chest...holy freaking cow it hurt so bad that I just did NOT want to push. They would be telling me to push and I just had to force myself to do it. The first push was always the worst and once that one was done the other two in the set was better and effective. I did fart on the nurse once, but I think it was only fair since she had her fingers up my girlie bits stretching and stretching. I do have to say that the only good thing about this is that everything happened quickly. I only pushed maybe half a dozen sets before Katia arrived into this world. Only FOUR HOURS after my water was broken and labor started.
I felt the doctor pull her from me and heard her crying from the table. I just could not bring myself to look. I was still just shaking so much and it was such an intense experience that I just needed to couple of minutes to gather myself. It took everything I had not to just start bawling...and not from my baby girl arriving but just because the pain was just so much. The lovely nurse that I tooted on, well even though I wanted to kick her when she told me to push through all the pain, all her stretching worked. With the Bayman, I had an episiotomy but with her I only ended up with a first degree tear. One stitch was all it took. After the placenta came out and I was stitched up and some lady came to wipe down my lady bits, then I was able to focus on the most amazing little thing in my arms. PERFECTION! Big brother was so happy to come in a meet his sister!
Sleeping with her the second night at the hospital was tough. I was a little worried about her sleeping but it has gotten better by the day and last night I actually HAD to wake her up for her only night time feeding:D She's apparently a sleeping and pooping champion!

Meeting big brother

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Evelyn Fayth's Birth Story
4.16.2011 @ 41 Weeks, 2 Days
4:23 a.m. via home birth

We had either a really long labor, or a really short labor, depending on your perspective. We went into L&D on Saturday, April 9 with contractions that were mild but steady. Got there around 4 a.m. and by 10 a.m. they had stopped, and dilation was at 3 cm. We were sent home with “false labor”. Wednesday night, April 13, I called in because I was unsure if my water had broken. I was told to come in and they’d do the test, which proved inconclusive. The doc there did an ultrasound and confirmed that everything looked wonderful. She estimated baby’s weight to be 7.5 to 8 lbs. She then stripped my membranes and I went home.

One hour later, I was contracting very regularly, again 3-4 minutes apart. I took a shower to see if they would calm down. I went to bed for a bit, and the contractions remained constant. By 5, two and a half hours after they started, I finally went into L&D convinced this was it. Got a check, and I was dilated to a 5. It looked like we were headed for delivery. Finally! The attending doc came in, and we talked and I told him that I’d recently heard his wife is a midwife and practices in Nome. We told him that had we known about her sooner, we’d have preferred to have a midwife. Well, the contractions eventually slowed and didn’t intensify further. We talked about the contractions stalling out again, and he mentioned sending me on to Anchorage to have an induction, but that he didn’t really think that Alaska Airlines would appreciate having a 5 cm, sporadically contracting, overdue pregnant woman on a commercial flight. He wanted to keep me for a bit longer to see if anything was going to happen.

I sent Keith to pick up Levi and I stayed to take a nap, as the doc didn’t want to discharge me quite yet. When they brought me lunch, the doc asked if it would be OK if his wife came in and talked with me. I said absolutely, so I got to meet the midwife about an hour later. She came in, and we talked about her 5 pregnancies, and how EVERY ONE of them went overdue. The earliest was 8 days over; the latest was 3 weeks. We also talked about us really NOT wanting to go to Anchorage and trying to avoid it. She said that she had some other options that might work over the weekend. She was sooo nice, and gave me all her contact information. The doc then sent me home, again, with instructions to keep my 41 week appointment on Friday.

So, on Friday morning, I went into my appointment. The doctor there really pushed to send me on to Anchorage. I told her I really didn’t want to go. We agreed that if nothing happened by Monday, I would go in for an induction. She then prayed with us, and we talked about going to Jen the midwife and trying some other methods to get labor started. When we left, we called Jen to see if she would be interested in doing a last minute home birth / midwife with us. She said she would try to get stuff together and get childcare situated for her own kids. She called around 6 that evening and said she had everything all set and we’d do a prenatal with preliminary information and all that stuff on Saturday morning at 10:30. In the meantime, if I started labor, she wanted us to call. I was still sporadically contracting since the night before.

By 9, I was tired and so went to bed early. I woke up at about midnight wide awake and went to read on the couch for a bit. I fell asleep there, and woke up at 2:19 with a super intense contraction that lasted for 3 minutes. Then nothing for 10 more minutes. Then they started coming every 2-3 minutes, and they were intense. I told Keith we should probably call Jen and give her a heads up, and so I tried calling. But the contractions were too intense for me to locate her number in my phone and make the call. Keith called Jen at 3 and she arrived quickly, within 10 minutes and started setting up. She checked me and I was at a 6-7 and 95% effaced. I labored through for the next hour and at 4:19 I said I had to push. My water then broke, and 5 minutes later I was holding Evelyn Fayth in my arms. I tore a bit because when her shoulders came out, she had an arm tucked up. I think I pushed all of 4 or 5 times.

So I ended up getting the home birth I wanted, even though I went to L&D twice. My stubborn little girl, 9 days late, forced me into doing a home birth. She weighed 7 lbs 2oz, and was 19 ¾ inches. She cried once to let us know she was ok, and then contentedly snuggled in on my chest. Keith cut the cord when it was done pulsing, and after about ½ hour, Evelyn decided to start feeding. We latched on, and man, can this girl suck! It was so incredibly peaceful to have her right there at “home” with us. Levi slept through the whole thing and when he got up in the morning and saw her, he had the biggest smile and the widest eyes and his whole face lit up. It was so amazing to see. My only wish is that we had someone there to take pictures. Being that we were the only 3 there, not many pictures were taken.

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***April 2011 CuddleBugs Arrivals & Birth Stories***

Ariana Rabecca C.
Born April 13th, 2011 at 1:51 pm
7 lbs 6.5 oz, 19 inches

I had my last OB appt on the 12th (I was 39 wks exactly) I was dilated to 3 and most of the way thinned out and her head had moved pretty down pretty far. I had my membranes stripped that morning hoping it would start things on their own so when I went in for my induction the next day I would already be moving along. I tried to be moving around on my feet the rest of the day but I never went into a good ctx pattern or anything tho I did have some ctx and they were more intense than previously but it was obvious I wasnt in labor. Dh and I dtd that night again hoping something would start but I woke up the next morning not feeling no different and was depressed by that and figured I was in for a long labor that day.

At 7 am we were preparing to leave for the induction and I went to the bathroom one last time and discovered I had lost my mucous plug FINALLY and had some bloody show. On the way there I started feeling more ctx as well. When I got to the hospital at around 7:45 they hooked me up to the monitors and said I was contracting every 7 mins but they werent very big ctx and I wasnt in pain or anything. I got my IV hooked up and started on fluids and got my abx going as well for the Group B. At around 9:30 my MW broke my water and put a scalp monitor on baby and started the pitocin. I had managed to dilate to 3/4 over the night so I was a bit farther along. The ctx went to every 4-5 mins almost immediately and got a little more intense as well but still nothing too awful. They put a call in to anesthesia so I could get my epidural as soon as I could MW said there was no point in waiting. My nurse (who was my nurse when I delivered my last as well) was great we had a nice long discussion on my lack of effective epidurals and what we could do to try to make this one better. I was pretty spoiled there was no one else in labor that day! The anestheisiologist came in he was one I had never had before and he was super nice we talked for awhile about the nature of the epi too. He took awhile putting it in and securing it well and we decided I would turn back and forth quite a bit to help distribute it evenly. I start to feel numb pretty quickly which was good as the ctx were getting more painful I could talk thru them still tho which was a rarity for me normally they get really bad really quickly and stay that way. I think this was the best epidural I ever had as I only had one spot right around my pubic bone where I felt real pain the rest was just tightening and it made things much easier. My MW came in a bit later around 11:30 and decided to put in an internal ctx monitor as she was certain the belt wasnt picking up the ctx fully. She was right once she had that in the intensity of them starting registering and she said they were huge ctx but I barely felt them, they were about every 3 mins at this point, and I was dilated to 5. I continued on able to have conversations with everyone and was in some pain but not much at all until about 12:30 or so. Then I started having to breathe thru the ctx and squeezed dh's hand thruout them as well. I had had a bolis of the epidural already and at one the nurse decided to call anesthesia to see if he could give me more as I was having a lot of pain right at my pubic bone still it was nothing compared with the horrible pain of my previous labors. My MW came in right after that and had me sit way up on the bed to see if I could get the epi to run down my stomach more and numb me farther down and she had me kind of squat too so she could check me it was around 1:30 at this point. I was shocked to hear her say "Well do you wanna have a baby?" :eek::eek: when she did. The intense pressurey pain on my pubic bone was the baby going under it and I was complete!! I have never dilated that fast before I didnt even start having regular strong ctx until after 9:30!! She said the baby's head still had some coming down to do so she wanted me to stay squating on the bed to see if it would come down more on its own. That proved unbearable and since I knew I was a great pusher and could do it I asked to push. She said okay but I could tell she thought it wouldnt be so easy (she forgets how well I push she said). I pushed thru 1 contraction and her head was crowning and dh and my mom could see her dark hair. The MW laughed and had me stop so they could lay the bed back a bit and get me more comfy. Then dh joined her on the business end and I pushed thru one more contraction and Ariana was here at 1:51 pm! Dh delivered her after her head was out and laid her on my stomach. She barely cried which made me nervous and the nurse flicked her feet with her fingers but she didnt feel like crying. She was breathing fine and was pink so everyone just let her be. Once they took her to the warmer and messed with her she started in crying a little but calmed down pretty quickly. I delivered the placenta and it was huge says my MW a very healthy placenta which is good. I had no tears or anything I have never had stitches and am happy to keep that going! So all in all it was a pretty great labor! Basically lasting from 9:30 when they started my pit and broke my water until 1:51 when she was born.

She is a very chilled baby she rarely ever cries even now at 11 days! We all love her to pieces even our youngest 2 yr old ds who we thought would be jealous. She fits right in and we couldnt be happier. She does have her days and nights flipped around so sleep is a rarity and that does make things pretty tough on me (dh doesnt ever hear her and I dont really mind taking all the night duty he is a heavy sleeper) at times. DH is going back to work on Tuesday so we will see how things go at home w.o him!

Some pics:

Dh and the MW delivering her:

Me and Ariana

Dh and Ariana

My mom and all the kids meeting their little sister!

Ari in the hat I knitted for her

My MW and Ari

Going home

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Emily Michelle
4/20/11 @ 39 weeks 3 days
6 pounds 14 ounces, 20.5 inches long

I was scheduled to be induced on 4/19, sometime between noon and midnight. We spent all day waiting by the phone for the call to go in. Finally at 9:30 pm the hospital called. We arrived around 10:30 pm and waited in the waiting room for over an hour. Went straight to L&D room, changed into gown, got hooked up to monitors, asked a million questions by one nurse while another attempted to insert the IV. First attempt consisted of her chasing a vein in my arm for what seemed like forever, then telling the other nurse to come feel this... the vein is right there but it won’t go in. “Isn’t that weird?” Second attempt was in my hand, went right in. Penicillin was started and a dr came in and checked me. 2 cm, 50-60% effaced, -3 station, no change from weeks prior. Pitocin was started around 12:30. Labored throughout the night, contractions 2-3 minutes apart, lasting a minute. Every 30-60 minutes the nurse would come in and turn up the pitocin, stopped at 12. 4:30 am was time for another dose of penicillin, it burned and everytime something new was put through the IV the vein felt like it was on fire. At 5:30 my dr came in to check me, 3 cm, still about 60% effaced, -2 station. He thought to get things moving he would slowly break my water by inserting an internal fetal monitor. At 8:30 I decided to get the epidural so they would stop asking if I was ready for it yet. Of course the nurse decides to do the next dose of penicillin as he was placing the epidural, arm was on fire again. At 9:30 my dr came and checked me again, 4 cm 90% effaced and still -2 station. They started to get the room prepped for delivery which confused me since I was only 4 cm dilated. At this point I got a little frustrated due to the lack of progress and decided to take a nap. I slept off and on for about 45 minutes every once in a while checking the monitor to see how strong the contractions looked. They looked weak to me. Around 10:30 a nurse came in saying it looked like I was close by the monitors. She checked me, 9 cms with a small lip left. Delivery time! She called my dr, he arrived at 10:45, had me do a practice push and yelled for me to stop almost immediately. They broke the bed down and at 10:50 started pushing. With the 1st contraction, got to the count of 3, told to stop, I heard him comment that the cord was around her neck. I said “Her head is out?” I had no clue, did not have the immense pressure like with my previous 5. She was completely out by 10:51 am. I did tear some externally and internally due to her fast delivery and a ton of scar tissue. Emily weighed 6 pounds 14 ounces, 20.5 inches long. We came home the next day.

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We went to my gynecologist on April 19th and my blood pressure was getting higher and higher. She suggested that we induce considering that I was already almost 39 weeks and Oskar should be fully developed and practically ready to go. We waited on more day and decided to go in on Thursday the 21st. The doctor checked everything and the amniotic fluid was low and supposedly the placenta was not working very efficiently anymore. They gave the first dose of cytotec at around 10 am. Nothing really happend. I had a couple of super light contractions that went away again. 4 hours later I got my next dose and again nothing happend. After another 4 hours, they gave me another dose and this time it really kicked in. The contractions were coming every 2-3 minutes and were really intense. They checked me and the contractions weren't doing anything. I was still only 1 cm. This kept on for two hours. All of a sudden, Oskar's heartbeat kept dipping. At first the doctor (who was a real meanie), said it was ok, but about a half an hour later, he came in to say that we would have to have an emergency c-section. He went on to tell me that since I was so big, it would be really difficult to perform the c-section. They still had on birth in front of us, so about an hour later, I was in surgery with a spinal anesthesia. That was the strangest feeling that I have ever had. I couldn't feel pain, but everything else. Oskar was born at 12:42 am on April 22nd with Apgars 10 and 10. He was tiny, but super alert. We stayed in the hospital until Sunday and then discharged ourselves. And we have been recovering ever since.

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I finally got around to writing her birth story out. Here it is:

Saturday April 3oth was my due date. All weekend I had been having contractions on and off and at varying degrees of intensity. Monday the contractions really started up strong, and were coming quite regularly, though still far apart (12-15 minutes). That afternoon I had a doctors appointment (40 weeks, 2 days), where the doctor told me and Russ that I was definitely in the early stages of labor, did a membrane sweep, and told me he would be really shocked if I wasn’t holding my baby that evening or the following day. He also said if for some reason I made it to Thursday to call the office and schedule an induction. I knew immediately that we would not be making it to Thursday.

After the membrane sweep the cramping and contractions started getting really heavy and much closer together. I timed them on and off most of the evening after our appointment (contractionmaster.com). They were pretty steadily at 8-12 minutes apart for the whole evening, so around ten or eleven I decided to get into bed and try to get some rest. The contractions woke me about an hour or two later, and after failing to fall back asleep I went out to the living room and decided to try timing them again. Still 8-12 minutes apart. I turned on the TV, and retired there for the night, not getting any more sleep due to the painful contractions.

The next morning was about the same, still quite strong contractions, but the time between contractions had only slightly decreased. I told Russ to go to work, since he works only ten minutes away from home, and that I would call him if anything changed. Throughout the day the contractions increased in strength and started getting closer together. In the afternoon I started getting a few that began to knock the wind out of me. Around two thirty that afternoon Russ called to see how I was doing and said he was coming home to take me to the hospital no matter what. It was a good choice on his part, because shortly after that contractions started coming about 4-5 minutes apart.

We got to the hospital around 3 PM, where they examined me and told us that I was 4 cm dilated. This surprised me, I really thought I would be pregnant forever, and that they would send me home despite all the heavy contractions I was feeling. They sent me up to a birthing room where the whole ordeal began.

This is where everything starts to become a bit foggy.

Throughout my entire pregnancy I had maintained that I wanted to have as natural childbirth as possible. I would have loved to do it at home but that didn’t pan out due to insurance. I also didn’t want to have any drugs to help mask the pain. One of the first questions they asked me when they got me set up in bed was if I wanted an epidural. I was honest and told her I originally hadn’t but am now on the fence about it. The nurse was really nice and brought in a video, which they require you to watch before you get one, just in case I wanted to get it at a later point in labor.

I held off for a little while, hoping the progression of dilation would increase quickly (and afraid that the epidural would slow it), but at some point I caved. I got too tired to try to cope with the pain myself. If I had a full nights sleep the previous night it may have been different, but my body felt more physically exhausted than I think I have ever felt in my life. The nurse told me she was surprised at the length of the contractions I was having, and that they really dragged on. That they did. I think some of them may have been upwards of a minute and a half to two minutes in length. The doctor came in to do the epidural. I was a bit nervous, as I have heard that it was incredibly painful, but in comparison to the contractions it was easy peasy. As soon as it was in the clouds lifted, the angels started singing, and I finally felt like I could catch my breath again. About thirty minutes later, and after numerous attempts to increase the amount of medication myself, the pain started creeping back up, and the nurse noticed. She called the doctor back in and he redid the epidural. I was too tired at this point to even hear if he mentioned what went wrong the first time, I was just happy he got there and my pain was lifted once again. After the second epidural things got much easier to handle. I was not completely pain free, which I was okay with, but it definitely took away the majority of the pain I was feeling.

I can’t remember what time things were happening in the room, but the second epidural was probably around 9 PM, but I could be horribly wrong about that. I do know that I finally hit 10 cm around 1 AM, but after a few practice pushes the nurse decided to wait another hour to see if she would descend on her own, since she was still quite high. I am not sure if she came down any, but around 2 AM I started pushing for reals. I couldn’t tell from the nurses reaction if we were making any progress, I just pushed when she said push, and was quiet the rest of the time. After about an hour the nurse said, “she has brown hair!”, which I thought meant we were very close. Nope. I pushed for another hour, with still no real progress. This little girl was stubborn, and in the two hours I had been pushing nothing had changed. The nurse told me to rest for a bit while she went and got a doctor to come evaluate the progress. During this time I started getting increasingly cold and my body started to shake. I suddenly felt nauseous, and no matter how many blankets were wrapped around me I couldn’t seem to get warm. Now mind you I hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch time the previous day, before Russ came home and whisked me off to the hospital. I got sick, really sick. I threw up for what seemed like ten minutes. Once I stopped the nurse took my temperature. I think I remember her saying it was over 101° F. At this point the baby’s heartbeat started dropping. Given the lack of progress that I had made pushing, and the baby’s lowered heartbeat, the nurse and the doctor who was in the room now also told me it was either C-section or the vacuum. I wanted to cry when I heard that. I wanted so badly to be able to do this on my own, but given the turn of events those were my options. I opted for the vacuum, as I wanted to at all cost avoid having surgery. The doctor told me I only had three pushes with the vacuum before they would go in for a C-section, so I had to push with every last ounce of strength that I had.

The vacuum team came in, as well as people from the nursery who were there to evaluate Lucy’s health due to my fever. There were probably eight or nine people in the room besides Russ and myself, but somehow it didn’t even phase me. I think I was just so exhausted and wanted so badly to hold my baby that they could have broadcasted it on television and I wouldn’t have cared. Anyhow, we made it. I think she came out on the second or third push, I was so delirious at that time I can’t even remember.

Lucille was born early May 4th at 5:27 AM. They put her on my chest, and it was a moment of pure bliss. She lifted her head for a few seconds and looked at me, and though I know she probably couldn’t have seen me yet, that moment everything in our little world was right. I cried. Russ cried. I was no longer tired (though you can’t tell from the bags under my eyes in the photo!). All I wanted was to hold my baby and stare at her. She was born with a pretty high fever so they took her from me immediately to run some tests, but everything felt right.

Looking back the events surrounding her birth seem so dramatic, and not at all what I had hoped for, but it doesn’t matter to me. Even while it was going on I still felt calm. I always see women in labor on TV yelling out curse words or screaming in agony. It wasn’t like that for me. I found myself to be quite calm through the entire labor, both before and after the epidural. Even with my heaviest contractions I hardly made any noise other than very heavy breathing and maybe a few small “oooohs”. Somehow despite how things panned out I feel we still had a very peaceful birth, and that is all I really wanted.

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Sidney's Birth Story

Better late than never right? lo!!

On April 13th I went to my OBGYN's for a checkup and membrane sweep. After the cervical check I was almost at 3cm dilated and 20% effaced. I was discouraged and told the doc to sweep me! Smile

The doctor estimated that I would deliver within 48 hours. He mentioned that we would be on call that night and the 15th. I was really hoping he would deliver the baby.

So, nothing happened on the 13th. No cramping, no mucus plug loss NOTHING! I was so discouraged!!!!

My friend who was due on the 8th and had not yet had her baby and I decided that we would walk for miles everyday just to help things along. So, the morning of the 14th I woke up, ate breakfast and strapped the dogs up (two 75lb Boxers) and went on a 2.5 kilometre treck. Now, for most that is not very far, but for me it was like running a marathon because my pelvis was terribly sore and my back was a mess from this little guy (which we did not know was a boy at this point). After lunch I went for another 2 km walk with my friend (mentioned just before my dog walking). Still nothing...in fact, I would say that I felt less in labour then than ever! I was more discouraged.

I went through the rest of the day with a bit of a heavy heart, I really wanted my April 14th baby. I went to bed and listened to a bit of music (the kind I play when I am feeling sorry for myself lol!!). After about 10 minutes, I "heard" a popping sound. I called out to Yves and asked if he heard that, he had no idea what I was talking about. I described what I "heard" and he mentioned that it could be my pelvis popping because of my activities of the day. I thought that made sense. Well...I got a contraction right about then so decided to go to the bathroom. Yves was sitting on the bed watching me, just in case something exciting was about to happen. When I sat on the toilet I got a little gush...but could have been leaking pee since I did that a lot in the end :eek:

I got up and sat down again and had another little gush. I knew then it had been my bag of waters breaking and that was the popping I heard/felt. I told Yves that's what it was. Almost immediately thereafter I started having strong contrax. Yves got my daughter up and took her to my in-laws while I showered and got ready for the hospital.

I took my time, did my hair and makeup and nearly drove DH into a frenzy. He was pacing as I was applying my mascara and breathing through contrax lol!!!

We finally got to the hospital at about 10:30 and were checked by the doc (not mine, he was not on call until the next morning - go figure). I had not really progressed as far as being dilated but was 50% effaced at that point. They admitted me and I was in the delivery room by midnight. By then I was in full on labour and was managing the pain on my own. I was so happy to do this the natural way this time since with DD is was induced and pretty hard.

So, the labour was uneventful and I go to 10cms on my own and didn't know I was at ten when I asked for the epi...the pain was not so much the problem as was my fallling asleep...I was exhausted and had been up for 24 hours by this point. So, I got the epi needle in and got the urge to push. They asked if I still wanted a bit of epi meds since I had gone through getting the needle in and all, I thought "sure, what the heck right?" So I got a little dose of epi and pushed and Sidney was born at 6:43 am on April 15th. It was really a relaxed and laid back labour and delivery. I was so happy with the whole experience, I could do it again!!! Smile

So, there you have it! Here is Sidney all brand new and pink:


And another at one month old:



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[FONT=Candara]Violet’s Birth Story[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]It was ten days before my due date, and I felt a bit… “off.” Hard to explain exactly what was wrong, but I thought something might be up, and it reminded me of how I felt on the day I had DD. Since we knew we only had a few weekends left, DH and I spent the day doing some “last-minute” shopping for the baby, running here and there to get diapers and a few other essentials we hadn’t gotten yet.[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]Throughout the day, I was having very mild cramps, but if I hadn’t been 8+ months pregnant I probably wouldn’t have even noticed them. I did, however, see signs in the bathroom that something might be brewing when the toilet paper looked slightly pink after each visit. I was excited and encouraged by this, but I also knew it might still be days or even weeks before the birth actually happened. [/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]It wasn’t until 6pm, when I finally sat down and put my feet up, that I began to feel actual cramps. They were more noticeable than the ones I had felt earlier, and I got one regularly every 10 minutes from 6-10pm. I joked with DH, saying, “Tonight might be the night, you know…” but I’m not sure he really believed me! I spent the evening doing the usual things, but I also started writing a few emails for work, just in case.[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]DH[/FONT][FONT=Candara] took something to help him sleep and headed upstairs at 10. Within minutes, my “mild” cramps turned to much more significant ones, and they started appearing every 2-3 minutes. I could still talk and function normally, but they hurt. When 10:30 rolled around and they showed no signs of stopping, I decided to call the office and ask them if they thought I should come in. Lori was the CNM on call, and after a few back-and-forth questions, I explained to her that my last birth had been very quick, so she agreed I should come in to see what was going on.[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]I hung up the phone with the office, and within seconds I felt a POP on the right side of my belly and sudden rush of fluid. I quickly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom. It wasn’t much, which made sense since I had been diagnosed with very low fluid levels just a few days before that, so I was actually able to put my same jeans back on for the trip to the hospital. From the bathroom, I called [/FONT][FONT=Candara]DH[/FONT][FONT=Candara] upstairs on my cell phone and told him that he had to come back downstairs, and then I called my mom so she could come over and stay with DD (who was already asleep).[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]My mom and dad arrived within minutes, and it was a good thing they were fast. From the time my water broke, the contractions took on a whole new level of pain. These were the real deal – ones that made me stop in my tracks and hold my breath. I remember my dad helping me out to the car, and I had to stop and wait for one to pass. He stood there holding my arm, and it was a very sweet moment. I wondered what he was thinking… The contractions hurt bunches, but I was REALLY excited knowing that the day had finally arrived, so it was a joyful trip out to the car and during the half-mile drive to the hospital.[/FONT]
[FONT=Candara]When we arrived, [/FONT][FONT=Candara]DH[/FONT][FONT=Candara] wheeled me up to the maternity wing, and as he went back down to move the car one of the nurses helped me change into a gown. They got an IV set up and checked my vitals, and between the pain I was able to talk with the nurses as they did their things. The mood in the room was quiet but peaceful, and I felt really joyful to be there. I remember laughing as we were talking about the different aspects of what was going on. I’m not sure if it was the super-sweet nurses or my own mental state (knowing what was happening and that I would get to meet my little girl so soon), but despite being in labor I was truly happy to be there.[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]Around 11:10, one of the nurses checked my cervix and said I was “not quite 4cm”. I tried not to be disappointed with that, but I was. I had hoped she would say 9 or 10, like with DD’s birth, so at that point I figured I had a while to wait. Joyful or not, the contractions were growing in their level of pain with every one, and I had to really concentrate and remind myself that each one was bringing me closer to meeting my sweet Violet. I remember going beyond what I thought was my absolute threshold for pain and feeling so many emotions. At one point I began to “visualize” the pain – I’m not sure if you’d call it hallucinations, but I remember seeing lots of green vine-like images all around me. And when each contraction peaked, I relished the downward release of all that pain and felt so much relief. And then I would chat a bit more with my wonderful nurses until the next one began. [/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]Lori asked me to rate the pain from 1-10 each time I had a contraction, and once I surpassed the 10 mark, I asked her what I should be feeling when it was time to push. “Severe rectal pressure” was her answer, and I knew I hadn’t felt that yet. At about 11:40, she checked my cervix again and declared I was at 8cm, which I thought was fantastic news since I was at 3cm only 30 minutes before. She told me it was still a little too early to push and had me roll over onto my left side. Almost immediately, the next contraction came and was beyond painful, and I suddenly felt that pressure she had described. I said to her, “I know you said don’t push yet, but what if I can’t NOT push?” She smiled and said, “Well then, go for it!” [/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]I pushed, and though it was painful it felt so much better to push than to just wait through the pain. The room was still quiet and peaceful, and after the first push I could hear Lori encouraging me and - sounding surprised – saying that I was already “almost done”. She told [/FONT][FONT=Candara]DH[/FONT][FONT=Candara] to come on over and stand with her, and I was glad he was able to actually see the birth of his daughter this time. A second push, and Lori told me to stop and reach around to feel Vi’s head. It was like nothing else I had ever felt – warm and squishy and small… and beautiful. I heard Lori telling [/FONT][FONT=Candara]DH[/FONT][FONT=Candara] that she was amazed at how calm I was, considering this was the stage they call “ring of fire” when the baby’s head crowns and the opening is stretched to its fullest. Most moms find that stage incredibly painful, but I don’t remember thinking that at all. I just knew the process was all but over, and that made me happier than I could put into words. One last push, and at 11:47pm my sweet Violet was out. They placed her on my belly, all warm and slimy, and I fell instantly in love with her. She cried, but not for long, and I kept saying I couldn’t believe how small she was. She stayed there for a long time – an hour, maybe – and I loved every single minute.[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]Lori asked me to push one more time, and I passed the placenta. It was still so peaceful in the room, and when it was out I asked if I could see it. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was totally NOT what I thought it would look like! Very strange and foreign, but very cool nonetheless. She pointed out all the parts, and I was completely fascinated. And no wonder we had so much trouble getting clear ultrasound photos – the cord was REALLY long! Amazing how much “extra” stuff your body creates in the process of creating a little person. I only had a couple of stitches, and I was able to use the bathroom virtually pain-free within hours of delivery.[/FONT]

[FONT=Candara]After a little while, the nurses suggested we try breastfeeding and see if Vi would latch on. And she did, perfectly. Again, it was so natural and peaceful and happy, and I was so thankful to be part of such an amazing experience.[/FONT]