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    Yay! I made it! I totally didn't think I'd make it all the way to 36 weeks and now I'm convinced since I have I'm going to go totally over :P I'll break up my posts since four kids = a whole lot of typing and I don't want to bore people LOL


    First things first, HI! I'm Eirinn (yes that's spelled right my mother has a thing for old gaelic) I'm 31 and a mom to three little girls so far and one boy on the way! My first two children were born with my ex-husband and sadly they live with his family in the states and I don't get to see them nearly enough!

    I met my ex-husband and funnily enough my current husband in high school, we were all one big group of crazy kids which makes this story a bit confusing at times! Since he's the ex... I'll save you the gory details... he sucks! Well... right out of high school I left home to go dance for Ballet BC having been training since I was 2 to do exactly that. Sadly before I ever stepped foot on stage I tore ALL the ligaments in my right knee swiftly ending any further hopes of my ballet career I figured... well if I can't do what I wanted I might as well have that family I could never have as a dancer! (yes we were told to get cats as kids killed careers) So I returned home and married my ex-husband, promptly getting pregnant at 19.

    Ashleigh was born on the first sunshine filled day of June, in the bright sunshine, sunny side up! Thus its no surprise my nickname for her is 'little miss sunshine'. I remember waking up in the middle of the night the day before she was born wondering why someone kept tickling the bottom of my belly... as it turns out that 'tickle' was the first contractions! I woke up that morning and the 'tickles' continued and being totally clueless I had no idea that they were coming in waves and getting closer and closer together.

    By 10am, the tickle turned into pinching and I decided to pay more attention to them. Of course in true fashion, the ex had decided that day was a good day to tear apart his sisters car to install a new stereo system! So when it dawned on me that the "pinching" was coming every 5 mins exactly and lasting over a minute... the entire inside of my SIL's car was spread all over her front lawn! With only minor screaming I convinced them to clean up quickly and head to the hospital.

    I arrived at the hospital and after a quick check they said I was 6cm and 100% effaced! Yay me! We were brought back into the birthing suite and totally lucked out as we got the BEST view of the lake just behind the hospital with all the sailboats and people having fun outside! At least I thought it was the best until my ability to handle warm went right out those unopenable windows! I was dying and kept stripping off gowns, sheets, even the nice cold wet washcloths my mother insisted on trying to cover my bits with! LOL

    Four hours later I was complete and ready to start pushing, so we kicked everyone but Ex and my mom out of the room and had to stop the doctor who seemed to think that included him! Almost the second I started pushing, I found out labor was painful! Up until this point I had been talking/walking/joking/playing cards all through my contractions as if they didn't hurt at all... in fact I don't remember them hurting until I started pushing. But man what they lacked before they made up for x10000 with the first push! I thought the baby was going to come out through my lower back and I kept asking if this was normal! My mother tried her best to console me, but she couldn't understand the odd pain either.... the doctor... sat there reading a book. No joke! My mother at one point grabbed the book out of his hands and turned it over saying "What is this idiots guide to birthing children?" and then promptly threw it across the room. I love my mother!

    2 1/2 hours later Ashleigh made her appearance, and it was with a bright purple bruise across the left half of her face and a third degree tear for me! She had been face up, shoulder twisted and over 9lbs of squidgy big baby! But I managed and only after when I was recovering in postpartum writing secret love letters to my squirt bottle.... I remembered to ask what pain medication I was allowed to have! ROFL

    Total time I knew I was in labor: 6 1/2 hours (though doc says I was likely in labor for at least 18... just didn't know it)
    Adam and Eirinn
    Ashleigh Jun 3 2000, Mackenzie Sept 21 2001, Jayde Jul 9 2006, and Liam Jun 9 2011

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    Right after DD#1 was born, I started having some crazy intense pain in my abdomen every few months... so severe that I ended up in the ER and they took out my appendix "just to be sure" This continued on and on until one night I was rushed to the ER and after they did the pregnancy test... I found out I was expecting again! They were terribly worried it was a tubal pregnancy so I was taken in for every test they could manage on a pregnant lady. On the ultrasound there was a large mass around my right ovary and fallopian tube, within minutes I was rushed into the OR and literally by the time they got in there... whatever it was... was gone! They removed a bunch of odd 'fluid' and closed me up for recovery. Baby through this time was well tucked in the uterus where she ought to be and unaware of a thing!

    Throughout my pregnancy with DD#2 I had a total of three surgeries, they tested for everything from tubal pregnancy to kidney stones and back again, no one for the life of them could explain why the freaky abdominal pain kept coming back and dropping me into a pile of goo. At 24 weeks I started having severe contractions and was yet again in the hospital, only this time being stuck with needles trying to stop labor and keep little one inside! I ended up sitting in a hospital bed for 3 weeks (thank God my mother could take DD#1!!!) and finally was released with strict instructions not do do ANYTHING (yeah right) So for the rest of my pregnancy I did as little as possible, DD#1 and I moving in with my parents towards the end of the pregnancy since my Ex was a truck driver and mom didn't like the idea of me being alone at home with no car and a one yr old!

    On the morning of September 11... I woke up at 2am with crazy contractions, and at this point being term I was all hyped and happy! So I went downstairs and flipped on the tv and made myself some breakfast! My Sister joined me soon after and we were having a blast chatting it up and giggling about babies... until the first plane hit. I swear to all things holy I prayed SO hard that day not to have my daughter that I stopped labor! Between the fact we had family in New York, and my Ex was in Pennsylvania (right near where the plane went down) and he didn't answer his damn phone ALL DAY! It was a crazy stressful day. All my contractions stopped and like everyone else in the world we sat glued to the tv all day watching the mayhem.


    After all that crazyness, I remembered I was supposed to have a baby... yeah right, not a peep out of the little one and I ended up having to FORCE my doctor (same one as last time) to induce me 19 days later (42 weeks) He argued that she was too small and clearly my dates were messed up... not something you want to say to a woman who's been pregnant for 42 weeks. After days of screaming at him I managed to get an ultrasound at the hospital where they found extreme calcium deposits in the placenta a sure sign of an overdue baby. So I was whisked down to L&D and put on Pitocin that morning. They started the gradual increase system... four hours no contractions... eight hours no contractions... ten hours not a single blip on the monitors. At hour 12 the doctor came in and ordered a double dose at the level I was at (I don't remember the numbers) and glared at me for being "troublesome". They did a cervix check and I was "closed up tighter than a drum!" The nurse was having a hard time believing I had had a child only a year ago!

    I went into the shower to get cleaned up since 12 hours of hospital was wearing on me, and noticed a bit of bloody show! WOO! and then there was the faintest... tiniest tickle of a contraction! So I waddled my butt out into the room to find it empty, ex gone... coach gone... no nurse no doctor... I was all bummed out I couldn't share the first contraction right about the time the second one hit... and it FLOORED ME! Literally I collapsed on the floor of my birthing room, every muscle in my body from my ears to my toes seized up. I don't know how long it lasted... and its since been pointed out to me my view of time at that point was very off. When I recovered I crawled over to the bed and hauled myself up, and pressed the nurse button. The 'third' contraction hit and it was harder than the last, when the nurse got on the intercom the only thing I could squeek out was that I needed to have a baby right now! She told me I was an idiot, she just checked me and I was a 0, to which I responded "b**** GET IN HERE I'M HAVING A BABY" *blush* not my finest moment.

    The head nurse sent the poor nursing student in to check on me and explain that it was impossible that i hadn't even had a con.... She made it two steps in the door stopped mid sentence and said "HOLY S***" and went running for the emergency button. Honestly this is one of the most vivid memories of my whole life, as if the world was put in slow motion. Ex and coach walked in just behind her, she dashed for the button, I practically stood up on the bed with the next contraction and DD#2 made her entrance into the world a la skipping stone! SO for all that wanted to know.. yes baby's bounce, and the cord is actually there to keep them from getting too far away

    Thankfully, Max was born healthy, strong and suffered no ill effects from her grand entrance. The student nurse (who I was told after this was her first experience with live birth... poor girl) cut the cord and the floor doc sauntered in moments later acting all important. He declared I wasn't delivering the placenta (about 2 mins after baby was born) and reached in and PULLED on the cord. (a manual removal according to the chart) After that I sort of blacked in and out so I only remember bits and pieces. People yelling, something about bleeding out, and being wheeled down the hall with more yelling, and a doctor leaning over my face in full scrubs explaining that if he can't stop the bleeding I have to say goodbye to my uterus. I remember saying "no" and then I don't remember anything else until I woke up two weeks later.

    According to my charts, I hemorrhaged after a manual removal for failure to deliver my placenta. I ended up having two blood transfusions and missed the first weeks of my daughters life completely. One really amazingly awesome nurse DEMANDED that they latch Max on my unconscious body because I had stated adamantly that I wanted to breast feed. I think if she hadn't any chance of my breastfeeding would have been lost. But by some miracle I managed to breastfeed for six months after I woke up!

    After that... well... stress abuse and other factors led to my health really deteriorating, divorce and finally ... a diagnosis. PCOS! The only reason they didn't figure that out sooner is and I quote "People with PCOS have such a hard time conceiving and you get pregnant with as little work as a sneeze!" I was told then that if I tried to have another child it would kill me and I should focus on the two beautiful girls I had and move on with my life... I was 21.

    *** Edited to add***

    Yeah silly me forgot to mention she was 7lbs 10oz... far from a super small baby! LOL
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    Adam and Eirinn
    Ashleigh Jun 3 2000, Mackenzie Sept 21 2001, Jayde Jul 9 2006, and Liam Jun 9 2011

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    The divorce... messy. Custody battles... worse... in the end the courts sided with my abusive ex simply because my health was so bad at this point they didn't think I could provide 100% care to my girls without killing myself doing it. That mess lasted 2 years and in that time my best friend stood beside me every single day.

    Meet hubby! We ended up "together" right after my marriage ended, and all through the divorce/custody mess, after we decided to try and rebuild our lives (I lost everything and had no where to go but up) We both worked in computer tech and ended up at the same company :P And I ended up as his boss! That was a fun time. Because of my horrific first marriage I was dead set against it, though I loved him to pieces I couldn't bring myself to marry him... yet.

    One weekend in 2005 pretty much changed our lives, we decided that day to buy a franchise of the company we were working for and handed every last cent of our savings over to our boss.... and found out I was pregnant the next day. ROFL We had briefly discussed saying FU to the doctor's assessment of my pending doom since I had gone a year without a single PCOS flare up. The next few months were CRAZY, starting up a new business, preparing for baby, trying to keep myself healthy... oh and just because I hadn't added enough stress to myself, I decided to renovate the bottom floor of our condo! At our first and what was to be only ultrasound we found out... another girl! and they found a white spot on her heart, which is indicative of down syndrome.... well after weeks of genetic councilling, more ultrasounds and tests... turns out there was like no risk, they just stressed me out for nothing.

    Surprisingly, the rest of the pregnancy seemed to fly by without a single issue... well that's not totally true, at about 5 months I made Hubby take me to the hospital because I thought I was having a heart attack.... it was heartburn. LOL I had never had it before, and it scared the begeebuz out of me... he still makes fun of me for that. But it never happened again the rest of the pregnancy. As always I was anemic so I had to have iron shots at 30weeks every day for two weeks, that sucked but it wasn't horrific. So with no other issues, it was rather a huge shock when the morning I officially turned 36 weeks, I was stepping into the shower and my water broke!

    I called my doctor (New one! high risk specialist) and she said to come into the hospital to get the fluid tested to be sure. I started having very pleasant little contractions about 4 mins apart just after they broke and so off to the hospital we went. Well... lets just say we've vowed that we'd rather have a baby on the side of the road than ever step foot in that hospital again! grrrr! The charge nurse told me " You're only 36 weeks, your water didn't break, and I'm going to make you sit here until you admit you pee'd your pants." Of course she hadn't tested the pad I was wearing, or... the puddle in the bed under me that kept getting bigger the longer I sat. After 3 hours another nurse came in noticed the puddle and quietly did the test without the charge nurse noticing. Apparently the ph strip is supposed to go blue if its amniotic fluid, it went BLACK before she could get it off the sheet. Clearly my water had broken... Sadly for some reason all my contractions had stopped! We were sent off to the mall to walk for a few hours to get them going again and check back in later. There were a few here and there, but the whole time we walked I kept saying to hubby... something feels... off? Yeah yay for being descriptive while in labor :P

    Fast forward a lot... like 16 hours since most of it involves a lot of my trying not to kill my MIL who demanded she stay the whole time and crying at nurses to please call my doctor because something wasn't right and being ignored. We finally get a new shift of nurses and get put in the birthing room (we'd been in triage the whole time) and the sweet little thing that was my day nurse listened intently to me for 20 mins while I described what had happened and where we were at. She smiled, and said "One second hun I'll be right back" and off she ran only to return half an hour later with doctors in tow. That is when the "internal checks" started. Honestly, one here and there don't bug me that bad... but in the period of an hour, I had over 40 internal checks. I joke that there was not a professional in L&D that day that didn't put their hand up in me and try and make me a puppet... but seriously I might actually be right there. They gave me gas to try and help the pain (not from contractions) and very hesitantly put me on a pit drip (super low) to see if that would help. The contractions started up again, and things were looking less sucky though I was still in serious pain, we crossed the 24 hour mark and now everyone was starting to make C-section noises at me. The nurse who had brought in the parade of doctors came rushing all of a sudden dragging what looked to me like an elderly lady with her. She explained that this woman was a midwife who was here with another patient, but that she thought she could be helpful to me! I was willing to do just about anything at this point so I agree'd to one more internal. She was sweet, and fast, and had gloriously long skinny hands! After a moment or two she announced that my baby's arm was stuck between my cervix and her head, thus all the contractions in the world weren't going to dilate me because there wasn't proper pressure on the cervix! There was a rush of activity at that point and doctors and nurses, and 10-20 more internals *dies* Somewhere in there it was decided they would move the babies arm manually but that I needed an epidural both for the pain of it and the fact if this didn't work I was on my way to surgery. I blindly agree'd and it was over rather quickly without my feeling much of anything (thank god), I slept for an hour after that and little Jayde made her appearance an hour later! She was the smallest of all my girls at 5lbs 9oz of fighting spirit. She scored 9 and 9 on the apgar much to everyone's shock and surprise, and even punched her daddy in the face for me only minutes after being born! :P

    I had minor bleeding, or rather... I bled they gave me a shot or two and it turned into minor bleeding. And was sent home the next morning in perfect health! Jayde however was sent back to the hospital three days later for jaundice issues and we were there for two days before her levels evened out and she could come home!

    My first view of my little girl :

    With Daddy while we waited to be sent home:

    Under the lights in her funky glasses:

    Jayde and I in Hawaii last Feb!
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    Ashleigh Jun 3 2000, Mackenzie Sept 21 2001, Jayde Jul 9 2006, and Liam Jun 9 2011

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    OMG Long... and I feel like I'm forgetting so much!

    Ok... so yes at this point Hubby and I were not married :P We decided heck, we have a child now might as well make it official, and so we sold our franchise and went down to vegas!




    It was great fun and we had a blast, so did Jayde who spent all her time hitting people with her flower wand yelling "ABARACADABARA" which was so cute. We decided that we wanted to wait until Jayde was out of diapers before we had a second, but life does as it will and we ended up not being able to conceive. PCOS strikes again... and it took till Jayde was four to finally get a positive! Oddly enough I was on birth control at the time (high steroid to help with the PCOS symptoms) but had another cyst rupture and while in the emergency clinic they gave me anti inflammatory and antibiotics... thus rendering the pill useless!

    We got the good news only a week or so after conception, which while being a blessing for planning has made this pregnancy seem like it has lasted FOREVER! LOL Unlike the crazy morning sickness I had with DD#3, I had about 6 weeks this time around and everything seemed to settle down. We pushed everyone who would listen to get a midwife this time around, and were on the verge of getting risked out soooo many times. Thankfully, when doctors screw up and want to cover their butts, they limit the charts on 'bad things' and so while my family doctor has me listed as having suffered placental accrietia on his files... the hospital only has 'hemmoraged' on theirs :P So the midwives could take me! YAY

    I got in with Sage Passages team, who are a wonderful group of four ladies who seem to not only be the best midwives EVER they're also fantastic people! I joked with my hubby that one of my midwives Christy is the kind of person that no matter how good you feel about yourself she makes you look like satan for all her perfectness! She just took two weeks vacation from work to go down to south america and volunteer with orphans and young women! Here I am planning a girls weekend in vegas for next spring drooling over the idea of sunbathing and drinking with my besties... *sigh* oh well. She's perfect enough for all of us!

    99% of this pregnancy has been totally... boring. The 11week scan showed a healthy little baby with all the arms/legs/fingers/toes and moving like a champ. At our 24 week scan, a bit less positive, we got a definite "BOY" from the tech actually her words were "Its a boy and What a boy!!!" but we also got told his heart was... tilted funny. After hours of talking to doctors, it turns out this isn't serious at all, and will likely straighten itself out .. or not won't matter.

    I got put in the "preterm" study through the province that is working on compiling data on women who have had babies before 36 weeks or like with DD#2 preterm labor that was stopped. Its been uneventful, and judging by the questions on the forms I have to fill out they're trying to attribute stress factors, abuse, alcohol consumption and smoking to preterm issues... I have none of those and starting about 33 weeks this time around have been dealing with "irritable" lady bits.

    I ended up in L&D last week, contractions coming fairly regularly and actually hurting, but since my cervix hadn't changed they sent me packing with a list of things to try to stop the contractions. My midwife seems determined to keep this kid in until 37 weeks at the soonest, but bets were that I wouldn't make it to 36! LOL (tomorrow technically) When she checked me I'm between 60-70% effaced and a iffy 3ish maybe 4. I pointed out that these measurements are pretty pointless when its sorta, ish and maybe. LOL she got a giggle out of that and agree'd. So we're pretty much playing it by ear now.

    My biggest issue is that I continue to have contractions, some days they are so wishy washy I know its nothing, but like right now... consistent, strong and OUCH! I'm so going to end up having this kid sitting at the computer because I can't tell when I'm in silly labor! LOL

    Gotta keep laughing right?
    Adam and Eirinn
    Ashleigh Jun 3 2000, Mackenzie Sept 21 2001, Jayde Jul 9 2006, and Liam Jun 9 2011

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    Wow have you been through a lot! Best part is you are still very optimistic! I loved reading your intro and really hope this birth goes better than your others. Oh and the part about your first dr with your first birth reading a book, part made me laugh part made me want to go punch the idiot! I loved LOVED what your mom did/said to him though! Wow, is about all I can say about your second birth, and I guaranty that the bleeding issues you had with that after the placenta was removed was due to your stupid dr yanking it out. My dr tugged on my placenta after I had my second and I think that might have been part of why I lost so much blood as well. Dr's and their stupid "schedules"!

    Looking forward to following the rest of this journey!
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    Welcome to your lodge! I enjoyed getting to "know" you reading your intro. Can't wait to hear more about this baby!
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    Wow, interesting reading! You've had quite a time. I am praying for you for a faboo delivery with your midwives, who sound excellent. Seems like it may be any day now!






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