Welcome to your lodge!!
Mama to Kostas with the Mostest, born 07/10/07
and Marek "Cricket" Joshua, born 12/07/12
Thanks for the warm welcome, friends! I still can't believe my time is coming.....
My short intro is that this is baby 4....I work full time and my dh is a full time SAHD. We have two girls and one boy and are expecting another baby girl. YAY!
I figure I'll start with some birth stories. I've always been a NCB advocate. In my family it is kind of the way women do it, and I really couldn't see the benefits of not trying for NCB with my first (and honestly, the thought of a needle in my spine totally eeeks me out!) I'm so grateful that some mommas on my first birth board were natural birthers, offered up some great reading materials and I was hooked.
So here are some stories from the past.
Taya's (TAY-uh, not Tye-uh....) birth story-- my first. This one is long (ahhh, first babies, right?)
August 6, 2003
I had a pretty restless night of sleep on Wednesday evening....as my nights had become full of BH contractions and trips to the restroom. Before bed on the 5th I took a dose of Red Raspberry Leaves in capsule form. I also had a bit more of a backache than usual, but nothing terrible. I woke up feeling okay, but got sick from my Cheerios and had to have breakfast twice. I went to work as usual, though my mind was less focused than it had been. I really didn’t have much to do so I took a half-day and went home to spend the afternoon with my mom. We both were pretty tired and it was a bit rainy outside so we just spent the afternoon watching soaps and relaxing. I didn’t have much of an appetite all day but ate lightly. In the evening we went for our usual 2 mile walk–but this time it hurt! My inner thighs were full of pain and the underside of my belly felt like it was stretching out. It took my breath away a couple of times, but I was able to finish our stroll. We got home about 8:00pm and I ate bowl of Cheerios as I hadn’t had dinner but nothing really sounded good, and took another dose of the RRL. We watched Big Brother and I had a glass of milk and some Oreos and then headed off for a shower and bed. I was asleep by 10:30pm. At 11pm “something” woke me up and I was wet. Not terribly wet but more wet than usual. I got up and went to the bathroom to see what was going on. I changed my underwear and went back to bed. As soon as I laid down my new underwear was also wet. I got up again and went to the bathroom (again) and this time brought a new pair of undies in with me. This time I decided to put on a pad and go back to bed to wake up Trey. He was way startled to be awakened and I tried to explain to him that I thought maybe my water broke. He seemed confused and was like, we’ll smell it and see if it is (because I thought that maybe I was peeing my pants!) We were laughing though b/c my underwear smelled like Downey and bleach...and sniffing my underwear didn’t clarify anything. I wasn’t having contractions at this point, so we decided to just hang out, watch some tv and try to sleep through the night. About 15 minutes later my contractions started. They were strong, but not painful, and were about 5 minutes apart. We were surprised with the frequency of them and with each contraction I’d get a gush of water. Soon I also started to have major diarrhea. Trey and I just hung out upstairs for a couple of hours, as my mom and dad (who were staying with us from CO) were sleeping downstairs. At about a quarter of two we woke my mom up as my contractions were less than four minutes apart. I decided to take a shower and get the last of my things packed for the hospital. I spent time sitting on my birth ball as my lower back had really started to hurt. I also started throwing up. I was pooping and puking all at the same time in between contractions. Because my contractions were so close together we decided to go to the hospital about 2:30am.
We got checked in at L&D and hooked up to the EFM (though I didn’t want to be...they wanted a 20 minute strip of the baby.) It was shift change at 3am, so a new nurse came in and got us all set up. Her name was Julie and she was super nice and friendly. I asked for a birth ball and we were able to walk the halls to keep things moving. Unfortunately I couldn’t go far in the halls because without warning I would throw up and/or have diarrhea. So I got confined to my room by my digestive system I labored on the birth ball for a long time and had bad back labor/pain, so I was having Trey press really hard on my lower back for counter pressure. I also had them bring in a heating pad for my back–though it didn’t help as much as the counter pressure from Trey. I was pretty grossed out with the amount of fluid that I was losing with each contraction, as it just went everywhere. Trey, my mom, dad, and mother in law were all in the room with me. I liked having them there, but didn’t want to hear anyone talk–my MIL was telling some story in the middle of one of my contractions and I just wanted it to be very quiet–so I shh’d her.... I just wanted it to be dark and quiet. I was doing a lot of visualization with each contraction and having people talk was very distracting–so they all sat there in silence for the next 12 hours... At around 5am I was very uncomfortable. The pain in my back really surprised me and was not what I expected from labor. I got checked and was only at 3cm but 100% effaced. I was starting to doubt my ability to go naturally as at this point I was very tired and worried that I had a long road ahead of me. I decided to go and sit in the shower–they had a little stool in the shower with a shower head massager. I remembered Brooke saying in her birth story how she started to doubt herself at 4cm, but trusted the Bradley sign-posts...so as I sat in the shower with the hot water I decided to wait another hour before “giving in” with some pain medication. I put the shower head on my belly and lower back and rested my head on the shower wall– it was very relaxing and did wonders for my back labor. Most of the pain in my back went away and I was able to continue to labor. About an hour and a half later they asked me to get out of the shower to be checked with the EFM and my vitals. It was maybe 7am or so. I had started to develop a temperature but the baby was doing really well on the monitor. The nurse checked me and I had made it to 7cm in just the time that I was in the shower. I was so excited thinking that I was headed into transition and certain that I could now make it naturally.... The nurse and doctor wanted to start me on an IV for fluids because of my rising temperature–after the puking and the diarrhea and sitting in a steamy shower until I was pruned I was dehydrated. I let them start an IV of just fluids and got back in the shower. I continued to labor in the shower and on the ball for a long time, until I started to get an uncontrollable urge to push. It was the most intense feeling and was very hard to prevent my body from pushing. I got back in bed and they checked me and I was only at 8cm. This pretty much continued for about 2 hours and was most certainly the hardest part of my labor. It didn’t hurt so much as it was hard to keep myself from pushing. After looking at my latest “strip” on the EFM the nurse and doctor decided that my contractions weren’t lasting long enough. Even though they were coming every 3 minutes they weren’t long enough in duration and they wanted to start me on a low dose of pitocin to get me to 10cm. I really did not want to do that, as I knew what it would do to my contractions and was trying to avoid interventions, but after another half hour I gave in and was started on a pit drip. My contractions quickly got very strong and very painful, and I was offered an epidural or other pain meds. At this point I was exhausted to say the least and could barely keep my eyes open in between contractions. I really did not want the epidural, but after an hour on the pit and still no progress I was about to give in with the hopes that it would relax my body enough to progress to 10cm. I asked to try something else before the epidural and was given a shot of Phentanol (spelling?) I was told it would last about 45 minutes and then we could re-evaluate whether I wanted an epidural (which both dh and I knew I did not want!) The shot took some of the edge off and I was able to labor through– my mom was a big help in coaching my breathing to keep me from pushing–still the most uncontrollable urge ever. Trey was crying watching me and supported whatever decision I made about pain relief. A while later, around 12:45pm the nurse came in to tell me that the anesthesiologist was ready if I was. I asked to be checked before giving in and I was complete! I was so happy that I cried! I was just so ready to give in to the urge to push!
So the pushing began around 1pm. I pushed in bed, on my side, in a squat with a bar and on the toilet. The toilet was the BEST feeling ever! I totally recommend that for pushing as it was by far the most comfortable position for me. Though they made me get off of it after my feet and legs turned purple from the lack of blood flow. I pushed and pushed and pushed, but it didn’t hurt at all. I was just really tired and sweaty and thirsty. Trey brought me lots of wet wash cloths, I drank my sprite and then really wanted to brush my teeth (who knows?) So Trey brought me a glass of water and a spit basin and I brushed up. I got the baby’s head to where I could see it, which was so exciting and satisfying. We could see Taya’s dark hair, that was so long the doctor could hold her hair and joked that he could pull her out by it. The doctor also knew that I really did not want an episiotomy
and was doing lots of perineal massage to help open things up. Two hours later I was still pushing and getting even more exhausted. At a little after three he asked if I would consider using the vacuum to pull her out. I was so tired and ready to be done I agreed– knowing full well that I’d end up with a cut. They brought in the equipment, snipped me (after some numbing medicine), and a couple of contractions later Taya was born. It was amazing to watch and I couldn’t believe that they were finally handing me my baby! It was 3:19pm on August 7th. Her Apgars were 8 and 9.
We were able to visit with Taya, let her breastfeed and take lots of pictures before she headed to the nursery for the full assessment/first bath. I did tear in addition to my midline episiotomy, in the shape of a “Y” and the tear is inside, not out...so it took a while to stitch up. Overall I feel great. I didn’t need any of the pain meds the doctor prescribed for afterwards–just some Advil for the swelling. No hemorrhoids, but my face was pretty swollen from pushing. I felt so good on Monday that we went for a mile long walk and I felt just fine. I really can’t complain and was ready to do it all over again when they handed me Taya. I really think going the NCB route has improved my recovery time. Even though things didn’t go entirely as planned (the shot of pain meds, pitocin and vacuum) I’m overall happy with the way that things turned out. What an incredible experience!
And some fairly graphic pictures.... if you are interested Hospital birth, on my back, yikes. But glad we got these pics and hope they don't freak anyone out.
Daddy looking very young-- my how 6 years and 3 kids will age you....lol.
Our sweet Taya all cleaned up
Again-- hope that wasn't too much for some of you
Following your lodge Audra...
Can't wait to hear your HB birth stories
I can't seem to find all of the text from Callie's birth, so I'll have to re-create it....with pictures
Our second DD, Callie Jeanne, was born June 26, 2005. I was 40w3d with her. Her labor/birth was really easy. I think you gain so much confidence with your second or third babies (at least I did...) I had a second hospital birth. At the time we lived in Indiana and HB is technically illegal there, so I felt like I had to have the baby at the hospital. I think if I were there now I would have a homebirth, but at the time felt like I didn't really have choices in the city I was in (kind of po-dunk....not any options on the hospital to have a baby at.)
With Callie my contrax started after dinner on a Saturday night. We were playing board games (my fave!)) and just hanging out with my parents waiting to have a baby. I had mild contractions through our game and went up to bed around 10ish. I woke up a few hours later with "real" contractions and worked through them for a long while. Eventually I moved to my dd's bathtub, which was heavenly.
It was nice bc everyone was asleep but dh and I. Funny story, I put the birth ball in the tub and sat on it with the shower on my belly. Dh was mostly in bed and would come and "check" on me periodically (I like to be alone when I labor) and suddenly he heard this giant crash and was scared, so he raced in to see what had happened. The ball had slipped while I was sitting on it and flew out from under me and knocked down all of dd's toys and the shampoo and stuff-- it was hilarious at the time. Water, toys, and a giant pregnant wife...yikes.
I labored all night at home and went to the hospital around 630a. I was 5cm when I arrived, with my waters intact. I declined everything and it made the on-call doc mad. The no IV thing kind of ticked him off, but my nurse was really friendly.
I had lots and lots of fluid with her, so when my waters broke I was a mess over and over.....but it did feel really good. By 11a I was complete and ready to push. She was born just after 11a, maybe 20 minutes of pushing? Gosh, I don't remember....terrible!
Her face was bruised from coming out so fast-- so we did opt for vit K for her....
She was our "biggest" baby so far-- at 8lbs
That hospital experience convinced me that any more babies would be born at home. I hated being there. The OB was rude to me, and tried to make me take pitocin post-birth insisting that I would "bleed out bc I was a red head" and trying to make Trey scared so that he would convince me to take the oral pitocin (which didn't work, Trey was on board with me....) It also bugged me bc the "tech" who came in to clean me used COLD water and when I said something was shocked-- she had never cleaned up someone who could feel. *sigh* At least my nurse was really nice-- and I made it out of there without taking any painkillers for anything.
Callie was an un-happy babe the first few days. We joke bc she was one kid that came out screaming and hasn't stopped since. Ahhh-- my little red head.
I literally LOL about the ball in the tub slipping!!
Great story and good for you for standing up to the rude OB!
Molly & Elton 10/2/04
Mary 5/24/06, Celia 6/9/09
Baby #3 due 6/21/13
I'm totally loving reading your birth stories. Thanks for all the great pictures too!
Welcome to your lodge!
DD - Nov/06, DS - Sept/08, DS - Mar/11
Miles Patrick-- home waterbirth, March 23, 2007
My MIL arrived on Thursday, Miles' due date. I jokingly said when she arrived, okay big guy-- you can come anytime now. My contractions started around 5p or so. They were noticable, but not painful at all and continued all evening. Finally during Grey's Anatomy, I decided to just count how many I had during the show (easier than timing ) I had 7. Still not painful, but persistent. I mentioned it to Trey and we went about our evening routine and went to bed. I had contrax all night-- but was mostly able to sleep thru them. They were waking me up a bit more often than the usual pregnancy discomforts, but I mostly slept. Around 6a I woke up with some really strong contrax, and when I sat up I felt a small gush. I went to the bathroom and had a good amount of bloody show...and contrax were about 7 minutes apart and strong. Instantly, as with the girls, I had diarhhea. Finally around 630a I was able to leave the bathroom, and woke Trey to call my parents (who would be coming from 3 hrs away.)
I went back to bed and just rested through some strong contrax. About 8a they were 5 minutes apart and getting really uncomfy, so I phoned my MW and told her today was the day. She said to call back when they were 4 minutes apart. I'm really terrible at timing contax, b/c when I'm laboring I'm in my own world. I don't want Trey around, I just want silence and darkness and to be in my own space. I tried to eat some toast and get some fluids in me, but I didn't really feel hungry, just thought I should eat. The girls were up and I visited with them a bit, before I wanted to be totally alone, and headed back up to our bedroom around 830a. I labored on my ball in our room and rested in our bed for a while before I was really uncomfy. My contrax were quite strong, but manageable, but I was having round ligament pain which I'd never had during labor before. I labored on the toilet for a while and did some squats, told Trey to call my MW and tell her we were getting closer and decided to take a shower.
At this point, Trey was getting things together like making our "birth bed" (shower curtain under the sheets and old sheets on the bed, the birth pool was already blown up, but he was putting the tarp under it and getting it ready to be filled, etc.) Bringing the birth kit into our bedroom etc. I labored in our bath tub and was having really strong contrax and I could tell they were close together, but again, not timing them.
My MW and team arrived, I think, around 1045a or so. She and her team got things together and I got out of the tub so she could do one round of vitals on me and baby. Baby's HB was good, as was my BP and pulse, etc. She then checked me, and told me I was a good 6, stretchy 7cm with a bulging bag. Baby was still high, but she said, as soon as your water breaks you're going to have a baby. Better hurry and fill that pool!
My parents arrived around 11a--and everyone hurried to fill the pool....but got it only halfway full before I was feeling lots of pressure and just wanted to get in. So I got in, I had about 2 really strong contrax, one more contrax and I felt my water break. It was the MOST incredible relief for about a minute. I had had so much pressure from the bag of waters-- but after the next contrax the head was right there. My MW checked baby to make sure he had done well after the water breaking (as he was still -1 before the break) She felt the head, and told me to. I turned over, put my hands down and he was right there. I didn't get the *ring of fire* at all, just incredible pressure in my bottom. I'm not sure how many, but a couple of contrax later he was out. Trey was there, as was my mom and Taya. My dad, Callie and MIL all missed it b/c he came so fast....but were there in the moments afterward.
Taya was in awe. And right after he came out said "where is the placenta?" (can you tell we'd been reading books?)
I couldn't get him up to my chest, as I had short cord. So he was confined to my belly for a while. We waited for the placenta to detach-- but it was taking a while, so we did cut the cord before the placenta was out. He was so calm and peaceful, only cried a wee bit and instantly his sisters were in love. He had apgars of 9 and 9.
We hung out in the water for a while and then delivered the placenta. I got out, snuggled and nursed Miles for a bit, and then the MW's had me get into an herbal bath with Miles. It was all so relaxed. About 2 hours after birth they did the full newborn assessment and checked me-- no tears or anything and Miles is just perfect and healthy.
Here are some pics. Some kind of graphic...but nothing too terrible.
This is in our bedroom. I was watching Callie and my dad on the swingset between contractions. It was a beautiful day-- 70 and sunny.
Feeling his head
He is out!
Meeting his sisters
I love this picture-- b/c once we were out of the water-- he was chilled. So Taya went and got him her princess blanket....which she insisted go on him. So his first pics are him in a princess blanket-- this poor kid!
Our herbal bath together (that is what is floating in the water!)
Taya and Miles
Miles all alone
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