Welcome to your lodge!
Christy birth doula, Hypnobabies instructor, small business owner & most importantly MOMMY.
Yay Rebecca - welcome to your lodge!
DD3 & DD4 03/11
Yippee!! I've been on the board for the last 40 minutes and just noticed my own lodge! I can't believe it's time. It meant a lot to me to have this support and a place to chat last time, I have all 100+ pages of Gabriel's lodge printed off...
I have to take my daughter to swimming lessons this morning, but I'll do a little intro later today.
Quick update: At my appointment with my GP this week, baby was head down! He had been flipping all over just like his brother... now that I'm 36 weeks I hope he continues like his brother and stays put.
Time for a little intro! My toddler is sleeping and I have a hot chocolate in hand.
Hubby and I met between my second and third years of university in 2003. Two years later we were married.
We knew we wanted a baby soon after. In fact, we were married in September and I was pregnant in October, although that pregnancy wasn’t meant to last and ended in an early miscarriage. Two months after we got another positive pregnancy test and this time, baby stuck. DD was “due” on Halloween in 2006. It was an uneventful pregnancy (other than the fact that I threw up for the entire duration). Our family doctor still delivers babies, so he was my care provider. He’s very respectful and not intervention-controlled like a lot of (or all of…) the Obs around here. I went into her birth with the thought that I wanted a natural birth, but I did very little to actually prepare. I didn’t write a birth plan because I had done a rotation during nursing school on the birth unit and personally witnessed nurses and doctors making fun of some of the ones other moms brought.
My last belly picture from that pregnancy (around 36 weeks I think?)
Since my doctor is not an obstetrician and he has baby privileges at a large tertiary care centre, he does have to consult with Obs if anything is out of the “ordinary”. Once 41 weeks “overdue” I had to attend a post dates clinic at the hospital, and they scheduled an induction for 41 weeks 3 days. The day before, I requested that my doc sweep my membranes to hopefully get things moving.
It worked, and at 1:30am on induction day I was already at the hospital in labour with contractions every 3-4 minutes and 5cm dilated. My water broke shortly after arriving. Right away, I had a saline lock in place and I was being offered pain medication. I was told that if I didn’t get the epidural between the next 2 c-sections that I might not be able to have one. I was coping fine, but not knowing what I was facing and not having a clear plan in mind, I gave into the idea of being medicated. To make a long long story short, I ended up having IV fentynl, two different medications for vomiting, and the epidural which took 2.5 hours to start and that completely paralyzed me from the armpits down. Pretty good for someone that didn’t even take a Tylenol during the rest of the pregnancy!
After all the pain medication and being stuck in bed, labour slowed and they started pitocin. DD started to have some meconium in the fluid and some decelerations in her heart rate. I was fully dilated for a couple of hours when they asked me to do a test push. I pushed once. They then said (the hospital obstetrical resident), “You can either have the c-section now, or push for a few hours and have an emergency c-section later. It will be fine, I‘ve had 3 c-sections myself.” I was wheeled to the OR. My baby came out blue, requiring bagging and narcan to counteract the narcotics.
Her welcome to the world…
First time seeing my beautiful new daughter…
I remember wanting to look at every millimetre of her, but I only had a chance to study her eyebrow before she was taken to the NICU. It was the most amazing eyebrow I had ever seen!
First time touching her, three hours after she was born…
And first time holding her, but just for a few minutes…
After her birth, I vowed that the next time would be different. Long before I got pregnant again (a year later), I was planning my vbac (story to come!).
And my girl today…
I got pregnant with my son soon after my daughter’s 1st birthday. Right away I started reading natural birth stories, posting on this board, reading great books and preparing for the birth. I told my doctor at the very first visit that I wouldn’t be having another c-section. He thought that was a great plan.
It was another uneventful pregnancy (and with only a little bit of vomiting.. Haha). This time I regularly saw a chiropractor to keep things loose and I hired a doula. I wrote my birth plan with militant authority! My son was “due” September 11th, 2008. Right after I hit 40 weeks, I again attended the “post dates” clinic at the hospital. They checked baby, all was well, and they didn’t even mention induction until I heard the resident on the phone setting up my induction appointment for the next day, at 40 weeks 2 days. I basically said, “Yeah right.” and let her schedule it for 41 weeks 4 days.
As I did with my daughter, a couple of days before the scheduled induction I asked my doctor to do a membrane sweep. It was not going to happen. My cervix was still high, posterior and closed. But never fear! At 4:30am on induction day, I showed at the hospital with contractions 3-4 minutes apart and 4-5cm dilated, my water broke just after arriving (sound familiar?). This time, my doctor, knowing I wanted a low-no invention birth, asked the nurse to put me in observation. This meant I could labour on my own without even having a nurse check on me more than a couple of times. At 7am, there was a shift change and I was officially admitted and a nurse was assigned to my care. Things were progressing nicely and shortly after (about 7:30am), I was fully dilated and my body started pushing on it’s own. I got through the contractions with the birth ball, lower back counter pressure, sitting backwards on the toilet and the support from my lovely doula. I had no IV, no medication, I wore my own clothing and at this point I had only one cervical check when I first arrived.
Pushing was no easy feat. It took 3 hours to bring him down to crowning. During this time I was being hassled by the hospital obstetrician and his cronies. They came in frequently mentioning a c-section and once they could see his head, forceps. I used the old act-like-you’re-deaf routine and they would go away for a little while. One of them even marched in, wanting to stick her hand in my girlie bits to check for progress and said, “so how is your epidural working for you?” When my family doc said, “She doesn’t have one.” She actually scoffed slightly and checked for the IV pole and pump behind my head. It proved to me that they had little idea about what was happening, they just wanted a chance to practice surgery or an instrument delivery.
At 10:53am, my son made his grand entrance. Out of my vagina, without the aforementioned forceps. Ha! I even reached down and pulled him to my chest myself. It was the most amazing and empowering experience of my life. I actually said, “I pushed him out of my vagina! I did it!” And his head was a half an inch bigger than my daughter’s, dispelling the notion that my daughter required a c-section because she didn’t fit.
My son’s welcome to the world, first time being touched and held:
Crying happy and relieved tears:
Having some bewb, I think I was still getting some stitches here…
Meeting his big sister only a short time after he was born…
Where he stayed until I got up to shower and eat a hamburger…
I would love for this birth to be very similar to my son’s. There are a few differences that would be awesome, but if it were exactly the same, I’d be happy.
My son today (or recently anyway)…