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    Birth story of Olivia Hollaway

    Quote Originally Posted by Carolyn B
    Olivia Hollaway’s Birth Story

    On Tuesday, December 7th I went in for my 38 week appointment and learned that Olivia was still very much breech. So at that point we add the version scheduled for Wednesday December 8th to try and see if she would turn. At that appointment, I had a very bad reaction to lying on my back and nearly passed out during the ultrasound. After about 5 minutes of being on my back I started to get really hot and sweaty and apparently turned as white as the wall as the ultrasound tech said. Olivia was looking big, they estimated about 8 lbs 6 oz and my water level was boarder line. Plus, she was lying with one leg up by her face and the other down by her bottom. So with all of this and with me not being able to lie on my back, we decided to pass on the version and just go ahead with the c section.

    That weekend, Derek and I decided to have a couple nights out just the two of us before baby came. We went out to a nice dinner just the two of us on Saturday and then again with my family on Sunday night. There were actually a lot of birthdays at the restaurant that night and we got the waitress to bring us a “birthday ice cream” for Olivia since her birthday would be the next day!

    Sunday night was surprisingly uneventful. I actually got a decent amount of sleep. I woke up Monday morning, December 13th, and started to get ready for the hospital. My parents and sister had stayed the night and would be at the hospital for the birth. Derek and I drove with my mom to the hospital and arrived about 9 am. The labor and delivery unit wasn’t that busy that morning and actually asked if I was here for the c section as I walked up. My mom had to wait in the waiting room while I got prepped for the surgery. We got moved into an observation room and did all the paper work, iv started, and met with the doctors. The c/s was scheduled for 10:30. At about 10:50 I walked back to the operating room and got the spinal. My blood pressure dropped quite a bit with the spinal and I was really loopy and out of it for about 15 minutes. Derek was walked back in and the c/s was started a little after 11:00 am. Everything went really well and Olivia Hollaway was born at 11:21 am on December 13, 2010. She weighed 7 lbs 7 oz and is 19 inches long. Her apgar scores were 8 and 9 and she was just absolutWely beautiful. Hearing her cry for the first time was the most amazing sound! The doctors cleaned her up and Derek brought her over to me. We got to sit there for a several minutes before Derek and the baby went with the nurse to the observation room to get cleaned up while they finished up the c/s. I was rolled into the recovery room a little after noon and we spent the next 2 hours there where I got a chance to breastfeed Olivia and bond as a new family.

    A little after 2:00 pm, we were rolled into the mother baby unit where my parents and sister came in to meet the baby. Olivia was very alert the whole day. She would look around with her eyes open and making little sounds. She is just absolutely perfect. We were in the hospital for 3 days and finally went home on Thursday December 16th.

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    Daniel's Birth story
    Quote Originally Posted by TyrantOfTheWeek
    So, this morning, I woke up pissed. And I cried in DH's arms for a good 10 minutes. He took the older boys to Lowe's for the Build and Grow workshop, while I Facebooked and stalked you all..Anyway, around 10ish, I was feeling super uncomfortable. Like my cervix was about to pop out of my body. Anyway, I tried to ignore it and chill on the couch for a bit. It was getting ouchafied and I decided I would try and vacuum a bit. I plugged the vacuum in and it kicked the circuit breaker...Damn.
    Jana had texted me saying she was being admitted. I was kinda jealous...LOL. I called and chatted with her and she helped me talk through like 27 back to back "pains" (I was in total denial that I was in labor. at this point) We got off the phone and I texted Mark saying that today might be baby day and that he probably wasn't going to be going to work. Soon, I found myself in my room on all fours rocking on my birth ball. I was hoping Dorothy and Derek weren't out here killing each other or tearing stuff up. I texted the midwives and told them that today may just be it. I mean, I was vocalizing and rocking something fierce. I called all of my labor sitters for the kids and didn't get a hold of a single one. Thank God Mark's late-wife's mom lives like 2 seconds away because I was able to get her. Mark walked in pretty much right before his first MIL did. I was on the bed at this point with my birth ball because the hardwoods and my knees didn't agree. These contrax were freaking back to back...Anyway, I sat on the toilet while he filled the tub. I begged him to join me once I got in. He called Beth and then climbed in with me. Every contraction I had, I just wanted him to squeeze me as hard as he could. I was getting cold, so I climbed into bed. (this was like noonish) I got into bed and this is when stuff got super insane. I was screaming and pleading to call 911.I knew deep down that I was in full blown transition though. I wanted Mark to shove his fist into my lower back as hard as he could. That really took the edge off. Then, I felt this overwhelming desire to push. Which, I was in denial of. I mean, I had only been in labor all of 2 hours at this point. There was no freaking way I was feeling pushy. I pushed with every contraction even though I had no idea if my cervix was complete or not. It felt good so I did it. ..The midwife walked in at 12:50. She checked me and I was pretty scared she would say I was like fingertip or something. She said I was complete and could do what I needed to do. I wanted on my hands and knees so I could grab pillows and scream my lungs out. I had no time to water birth like I did with Derek, but that was just fine with me. 9 minutes later, an audible splash of my water breaking, lots of burning, and a few good screams later, I felt him pop out. Man. I am kinda sore, but it really isn't too bad all for my 3ish hour labor. All in a days work.
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    Michael's Birth story
    Quote Originally Posted by usmcwife09
    On Tuesday morning last week I woke up about 5 am and noticed my underwear were unusually wet. I got up to use the bathroom and changed my underwear, thinking I must have just peed myself a little lol. Over the next hour and a half it kept getting worse. DH got up and went downstairs to get ready for work when I realized it must be my water had broke. I called downstairs and told him he better not go to work yet. Each time I got up out of bed, there was more and more leakage, so I got in the shower and then we headed for the hospital.
    I was admitted to triage and they didn't even have to test the fluid, it was quite obvious it was amniotic fluid. I was amazed at how much fluid the human body can make, lol, it's like it just didn't stop! I was at 1cm at 7am. They got me into my room in L&D and since my contractions had tapered off a bit, they hooked me up to the pitocin at about 11am. They kept cranking it up but my body wouldn't get into a regular cycle with the contractions. I was having contraction on top of contraction but never returning to the baseline where they would ease up. I was incredibly uncomfortable so the nurse checked me and I had only gotten to a 3 by 5pm, at that point I broke down because I felt like I had hurt too much to have only gotten to 3. I stuck it out until 8pm when I had made it to 5. I had planned on having a NCB, unfortunately, I wasn't able to live up to my own expectations. It got the point where I was more afraid of the pain I was having versus getting an epidural. So, I caved and got an epidural at around 11pm when I was still at 5cm, it was my saving grace! After the epidural, the nurse got me on the hands and knees for a while then had me go from one side to the other. I progressed pretty quickly after that! At 2am I was feeling a lot of pressure and when the nurse checked me I was at 7. By 3 am I was feeling the urge to push and it turned out I was complete and they gave me the green light to start pushing. If I could change one thing about how the birth went, it was what followed next...the forceps...yeah. I understand that it helped to get the baby out, but Lordy, they are scary and I hate the thought of them just grabbing his head with metal forceps and pulling him out. My husband (the big tough Marine) cried when they brought the forceps out which in turn scared the **** out of me. But, a couple of pushes (and pulls) later, Michael William was born. Almost 24 hours after my water broke at 4:02am, Wendesday December 15th at 6lbs4oz and 19 inches long we got our baby boy
    The wonderful nurse I had all that night kept telling me that literally the second they are born, you stop feeling the pain (I thought, 'yeah right') but she was sooo right. As soon as I saw him, every pain was worth it and I didn't feel another thing. I ended up with a second degree tear but I'm healing super well. I thought the healing process would be much tougher than it has been for me, so I'm very pleased

    I was discharged Friday morning but Michaels billirubin levels came back high that morning so he had to stay another day. Leaving him was horrible but luckily we were able to bring him home the next morning.
    He had follow up blood work and his first doctor appointment yesterday and everything is superb!

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    Jonathan's Story:
    Quote Originally Posted by cellodeeg
    so..I'm a slacker sort of I've been on a roller coaster ride since becoming a mommy. Let me start with on Monday December 13th I went in to get induced I was roughly about a week and 1/2 late. Well when I got there I was already contracting 3-4 minutes apart. My husband and I were concerned that our doctor was C-section happy. She kinda asked if we wanted a C-Section than when we didn't respond she said oh you want a natural birth right...yeah. Well we get there and we kinda confide in my nurse and ask if she heard that our doctor was C-section happy, because 3 different people had mentioned that to us. She said no, she's not and she was even her OB. I was put on a pitocin drip at a really low level. The nurse comes in and asks if I wanted morophine and that the doctor ok'd it to help me sleep. That if the contractions got bad enough they could wake the baby up with some other medicine. We thought that was a little wierd so I decided not to take it. I wanted a natural birth with no epideral. I did take Nubain for the contraction pain and it wore off quickly. About midnight I heard a pop sound and then felt water gushing out. The nurse wasn't sure it was my water that broke. Later she determined it was. I was finally dialating. I went from 1 cm, to 3, then 7, then to 9 where I felt the worst pain. I wanted to push so bad, but I couldn't yet. I then got to 10! The doctor came in and said does it hurt. I said yes, but I can handle it. Then she said "That's what you wanted!" Then she says to the nurse (as if we weren't there) These people think I'm C-Section happy someone told them this. And you still went with me? (this is while I"m in labor and pushing) Then my husband say's first off I heard this from 3 different sources and one of them was just this week. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I don't think this is the time or place to discuss this. (the room went silent) I saw that my hubby was about to go off and I grabbed him just before a contraction and said (that's not important right now). I went on to push and then the doctor said I have to go check on my C-Section case. I felt like I didn't want here there and I was angry, but I kept my focus (I had no epideral....and there were nurses in the hall that were cheering for me (as I was told) I then was determined to push the baby out just to prove to the doctor that I could. I was in labor for 15 hours and I pushed for 2 hours. I was sooo angry everytime the doctor would come in. I was hoping that I would have the baby without her there. She played with my babies hair that was sticking out saying(I'm making a little mohawk). The baby comes out with the cord wrapped around his neck and my husband cuts it an blood splattered into a million dots on his face. She says afterward I really thought I was going to have to do a C-section on you, but I'm glad you proved me wrong. I had a third degree tear (it hurt) She numbed and sewed me up. We filed a complaint about the doctor when we got home from the hospital (she was unprofessional) The baby weighed 9 pounds 10 ounces and 21 1/2 inches long. I'm sooo glad he's finally here.

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    Bridget's Birth Story
    Quote Originally Posted by westside girl
    On Friday morning, 12/10, I had a doctor appointment. I was feeling pretty good, but felt a little crampy. When the nurse asked how I was feeling, I told her. She said that the doctor would want to do an exam then (she wasn't going to check me until the following week, just days before my scheduled induction). Everything was good, blood pressure, baby's heartbeat, etc. & then she checked me & told me that I was 3cm dialated. I was a bit surprised, but happy. I didn't want to get to my induction date & not be dialated at all. The doctor proceded to tell me, more than once, that she may still see me over the week end. I was a bit surprised, but didn't think it would happen that soon. So, I went to work & still felt the cramps & now had some bloody discharge from the exam. I took a late lunch that day & went to my mom's house during lunch. While I was there, the "cramps" felt a little worse & I just over all felt blah. So I sent my boss, who was out of the office that day (& it's just me & him in our office) & told him how I felt & that I was going to call it an early day. I went back to the office to pick up a few items, just in case it was going to be a while before I was back & came home & laid down for a while. I was still having a lot of discharge & was getting nervous that the doctor could be right & I would be going in over the week end. So I got up, finished packing my bag, did some laundry, decorated the Christmas tree & got some other things done around the house. Just as DH was going to pick up a pizza for dinner, I got up from the computer & noticed my pants were all wet... I think my water broke! I waited a little while & the contractions started to feel worse (it was a couple of hours earlier that I realized the "cramps" were actually contractions), this was about 7:30 Friday night & I called the doctor about an hour later. She wasn't sure it was my water that broke, but I was pretty convinced it was. She told me to call back if anything else happened & she would let the hospital know I may be in at some point that night. Now the contractions were getting strong, but still not coming regularly, so I finished everything I wanted to do & laid down about 10:30. Then about an hour later, they got really hard & were coming every 7 minutes. After a few, then it was 6 minutes, then was going between 4-6 minutes. Finally I couldn't take much more, so at 1:10am, I told DH we had to go. He jumped up, got changed, I got changed, we got everything together & were out the door. We arrived at L&D at 1:40. I got changed & the nurse did an exam at 2:00 & said I was 5cm & I was going to be staying. They asked me then if I wanted an epidural & I excitedly said yes! So then I got moved to my room. The hospital redid the entire L&D floor a few years ago & every delivery room is super nice. So, at 3:15 I got the epidural & was in heaven, almost immediately I couldn't feel a single contraction, which were now coming every 2 minutes. The nurse checked me again at 4:00am & guessed I was at 8cm... she was wrong, I was at 10! She talked to the doctor & she said since I was comfortable, let me hang out for an hour & check again, see if the baby has moved down any more. Which by the way, the baby had been pretty low all this time, since my appointment. So, 5:00 came & I had actually dozed off for about 20 minutes, & She checked again, said the same thing, just hang out, since I still felt good. They wanted to the baby to move down with the contractions, so it would be less pushing for me in the end & I was good with that. She told me the doctor would be in about 6:30, so I was excited, thinking it was about time to meet this little person inside of me. I called my parents & DH called his soon after, but nothing was going to happen for a while. When the doctor got there, they gave me pitocin, because contractions had slowed down after the epidural. The pitocin didn't really kick in, I didn't feel the contractions or any pressure. So after we waited for me to feel this for a couple of hours, the doctor decided the baby was getting much lower & that we would start the delivery & I would start pushing. The first push came at 9:54am and then I pushed about 5 more times and at 10:16am my baby girl was out.

    It was completely amazing & wonderful and than God, it was uneventful. She was able to stay with me for a few hours while I was in recovery & then when I got moved to my room, she went to the nursery for a couple of hours to get checked out & got a bath. She stayed with me most of the time, but did spend some time in the nursery while we were in the hospital. We came home that Monday, in a snow storm. It was super cold,windy & snowing. Again, so glad we live only a few mintutes from the hospital.

    The nursing was a bit of a challenge the first few days, but is getting better. She had her check up at 10 days & was back to her birth weight. Her doctor was impressed with that & said it usually takes about 2 weeks.

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    Daphne Rose Birth Story
    Quote Originally Posted by Jumarse
    On Wednesday, December 15th, I took Colby with me for a visit to the chiropractor. I had seen him on Monday, and was going back for further adjustments to get SuperGirl into LOA position. It was so crowded in the office, the two waiting rooms they had were both filled, and I knew it was going to be a fun time waiting with Colby. That morning I woke up feeling really poorly, not too much different than I had been for several days prior. I'd been nauseated the entire pregnancy, but the days leading up to Wednesday it was a different level of nausea and just "offness". I had been really crampy for a few days, and that morning was getting even more crampy. So that Wednesday I asked Dh to get Colby down for a nap or quiet time, I had to take a nap. When Colby's quiet time was up, I heard him and got out of bed, going directly to the couch. Later I force myself to get up and just go. So we're waiting in the crowded office, and I have to pee. We go to the bathroom, and there's bloody show and some plug. I tell myself I KNEW it was going to be today, although who really knows. I go back and tell them we are leaving and the reason. Call Dh and tell him that while driving I think my water might have broken, I was feeling trickles of stuff. Get home, go to the bathroom again, and there's no doubt the water has broken. It's shortly after 5pm around this time, DH is on his way home, his parents on the way over to watch Colby, and my goal was to take another shower. I go to the bathroom to shower and all the sudden it seemed like the cramping just went up several levels out of no where. I look at the clock and the cramps are coming about 4 minutes apart, and I freak out. They are all still lower, but very painful, and I remember stories of water breaking and going to 8cm in 45 minutes. I ditch the shower and tell Dh I'm paranoid and want us all to just go to the hospital 45 minutes away, the soonest his parents would get there would be close to 2 hours. The plan was for him to just drop me off, and come back and drop Colby off, and hope for the best. Get to the hospital in the 6pm hour, and DH doesn't want me to just go up to L&D alone, but I'm on a mission. I tell him to just please take Colby home, and that was that. Get upstairs and I'm doubled over and all that, by this point the contractions are 2-3 minutes apart. They whisk me away to check that SuperGirl is still vertex and to see how dilated I am. She's still vertex and I'm a fingertip. A FINGERTIP???!?!!?!?! I couldn't believe it. The doctor said that it's not entirely uncommon to have unproductive contractions, and asked if I was interested in an epi at that point or if I wanted to walk around. I wanted to walk. Called Dh and let him know there was PLENTY of time. Still contracting every 2-3 minutes and walking the halls. Went back every so often just to check in, and at some point they said they wanted to monitor me for a bit, which I was fine with. Nice and strong contractions still going on the same 2-3 minute schedule and lasting for close to a minute each. About 2 hours had passed at this point. Checked again. Oh wow, I'm a 1!! WTH!! I was getting so frustrated. Walked, bounced, sat on the toilet, cried. I couldn't believe I was in all this pain, and not dilating, what was going on? Ultimately about 5 hours passed with contractions staying like this before they started their downward spiral. Went from 2-3 minutes apart and very strong, to 3-4 minutes apart moderately strong, down to 4-5 minutes apart, strong. All the while I'm doing everything I can to keep things going. At around 3 or 4 am, I just had to get into bed, I couldn't do it anymore, I had been up since 5am the previous morning. This is when I was checked again and just felt so defeated, as if the other checks were uplifting. I was a 3 if the doc stretched me, 90% effaced and at station 2. Nothing was happening, it was a losing battle no matter what I did. I couldn't have pit because I was trying for a VBAC, so it was entirely up to my body to do what it needed to if I wanted to have SuperGirl come into the world vaginally. The on call doctor was one of my favorites. She was so kind and understanding, not one word about a repeat c/s, only that I could labor until 3pm that day, and then we'd need to look into a c/s because of the water breakage 24 hours prior. At 7am was the shift change for nurses and the on call doc. The new doc came in and repeated the previous doc's sentiments about continuing to labor. I was so exhausted and worn out, Dh and I talked about the option of a repeat c/s. It wasn't my first choice at all, but everything leading up to that point was just so heavy on my shoulders, I was tired, hungry, still in pain, and nothing to show for it. When the doc came back in and asked if I wanted to be checked again, I said yes. Nothing had changed, and it was at that point I just said that's it. I'm done. She's not coming out vaginally, the contractions are going the wrong way....the productive ones, or the ones that should have been productive, didn't do a thing. Contractions now coming every 4-5 minutes and getting to a 3 in 14 hours wasn't going to make the grade. The call was made, I was going to have a repeat c/s, but continue to work on walking, etc, and get checked before leaving for the OR. Things ran late, and it wasn't until closer to 9:30am that we were to head out. Checked again. Same dismal story, which helped me confirm I was making the right decision. I had the same anesthesiologist as I did with Colby, which I took for a good sign, he was awesome. Did all the pre-op stuff before Dh came in. I was having a hard time, vomiting, heaving, BP wasn't going back up properly, heart rate was staying low. I never went into the whys, I just figure it was because I was beat the hell up from what ended up being a 16 hour labor attempt. Things stabalized and Dh came in. At 10:17am on December 16, Daphne Rose was born, weighing 8lbs 6oz, 20 1/2 inches long. She cried immediately. I cried immediately. DH cried immediately. All the standard stuff happened, and I told Dh I wanted him to follow her to the nursery as he did with Colby. I was having a hard time again on the table and it continued into recovery. No fun, because I'll be honest and the last thing on my mind at that point was seeing my daughter. I remember crying and just thinking I just want this to be over, I want to feel better and I want to go home with my daughter. Thankfully the nurses at this hospital are angels, absolute angels. My hand got held, my hair got stroked, and someone was always with me in a companion capacity. Dh came in a few times, but I just felt horrible and said I didn't want him to see me like that, I wanted him with Daphne. He understood and knew I was being taken care of. Finally at 1:30pm I was ready enough to go back to the room. They went by the nursery to pick up Daphne, but she was already in the room with Dh, they'd been there for the last 2 hours together, just the 2 of them. I held her and loved on her. And then I fell asleep. I had been up 32 hours and had last eaten 24 hours prior, had been beat the hell up and back, but had been blessed with the most beautiful child who came into this world healthy and alive, full of life, and waited for. It wasn't the way I had planned it, not even close to how I thought it would happen, but all in all, I'd do it all over again for her. She is such a content baby, even when she cries, it's this subdued "I'd like something please" cry. Colby is a fabulous big brother, gentle and kind to his little sister. I couldn't be happier.

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    Benjamin's birth story:

    Benjamin Jeffrey
    6lbs 6oz
    18 3/4 inches
    12/18/10
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    I had been having prodromal labor since about 29 weeks. I had been checked on Thursday morning at the doc, and I was at a stretchy 2, soft, about 80% effaced, and -1 station. I hadn't changed much in a few weeks, so I figured we still had some time. Friday night/Saturday morning, my contractions started to change. They weren't real heavy duty or very bad even, but because he had been lazy on his NST's, my doctor asked me to come in. I was 4cm when I arrived, and they were getting stronger and closer together. I sat with my husband and chatted, rocking in a rocking chair. By 8:30 or so I hadn't changed, but my contractions continued to get stronger and closer together, and I was effacing more, so we decided because we knew my history of fast labors (My last 2 were 3 hours and 4 hours respectively) we decided to hang out and see.
    I didn't ask to be checked until I got to a point that I was having to really concentrate, I'm guessing it would have been around noon, because my husband went to go grab lunch .... I was 5. Talk about completely disheartening. After having such fast labors, I seriously felt dysfunctional. I talked it over with my husband, my mom, and my nurse, and decided that I really didn't mind pitocin. I had pit with my last 2 babies, and knew I could still go without an epidural, I had done it before. The pit got hooked up, my water broke, and I was rocking and breathing all in a span of about an hour. It was about 2:30 or so at that point, and the contractions weren't unbearable, but they certainly weren't pleasant. I was checked at 3:30, I was still 5cm. Checked at 5, still 5cm.
    I can't even tell you how hard I broke down. I was to the point of hyperventilating, feeling like my body was failing me with my last baby, and that for some reason, my entire pregnancy I had feared having a C-Section. I've never worried about it before, so that was odd for me. Here I was, stuck at a place that I just couldn't get past, and I was afraid my nightmares were coming true.
    My nurse was FANTASTIC. (I forgot to mention, she was one of my nurses with Delaney, and the nurse who caught her when she flew out. lol) She had stayed with me for my entire labor up until this point, and talked me through contractions, chatting about her family, mine, and just life in general in between contractions. She had VERY slowly increased the pit up until that point so that I wouldn't hyperstimulate my uterus. She finally turned it up to 10 at 5:30. She suggested that Benjamin may be lying funny, so I should try to turn him. She laid me in bed, with one leg straight, the other bent, almost on my stomach. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but I went through about 5 contractions, and then I literally FELT him turn and descend. I could feel his back line up with mine, and his head move down. It was VERY strange.
    At 6 oclock, I truly felt like I was starting transition. I started puking, I was having to moan through my contractions, I couldn't sit still, and I started to sweat. I asked her to check me when I started feeling horrible pressure. I was 6cm at 6:30. I broke down again. At this point, I told her it was stupid to continue like this, I couldn't labor this way for another 4,5, 6 hours and survive it. I was exhausted, and I felt like a failure. I started getting a bag of fluid at 6:45.
    They called the anesthesiologist at 7. At 7:20, I finally asked where the hell he was. It's NOT a big hospital, and didn't he realize that THIS HURT?! (I look back on it now, and it was more of a begging and pleading for them to get him there, but in my mind I was pretty pis.sed. lol) He showed up at 7:22. (I looked at the clock. haha) I sat up on the edge of the bed, I felt the Novocain where he was going to stick the needle/catheter, and that was IT. I told my nurse that Benjamin was coming NOW. The anesthesiologist was SO pis.sed when I laid back down. She kept telling me not to push, that I'd tear my cervix, it was only 7cm dilated and that could be REALLY bad. I told her, as best I could, that I *KNEW* I was complete. My body did what it needed to. I couldn't have stopped pushing even if I tried my hardest. (I found out later that a few of the nurses heard me outside. One of them told me "I came in as soon as I heard you. I knew you were ready, it's just one of those sounds. Any mom without an epidural makes the SAME sound when she hits that point. I knew he was coming.") I laid down, my nurse checked me, and lo and behold, she found a head. She yelled at one of the other nurses to hurry and call my doc, he had been in an 8 hour surgery with another OB removing tumors from a woman with ovarian cancer. Lyn (my nurse) sat with me and talked to me with her hand in my vagina, holding Benjamin in until the doctor got there. At that point he was already past my pubic bone, so that intense urge to push had passed. I concentrated on her, she was telling me how wonderful I had been, that I was amazing and I could do it, to breathe, she breathed with me.
    Because I was so zoned in on Lyn, I guess I really didn't notice the chaos in the room. Apparently (heard secondhand from my mom and husband) there was one nurse holding his gown, one nurse holding his gloves, and one with a mask, so when my OB ran in, it was like a doctor assembly line. I actually would have paid to see that, because I think it'd be hilarious.
    He sat down, told me whenever I felt ready I could go ahead. Truthfully, at that point, he was moving down on his own, and I wanted to be able to stretch my perineum while the doc was massaging it so that I'd tear less. He really did move down on his own time until the very end. I pushed once, and Benjamin was born at 7:32pm. (So much for 3 hour labors, eh?)
    I'm not the type of person who can cry after my births. I think the intense rush of relief afterward is just too powerful to be able to cry. I got a lump in my throat, and felt like I couldn't breathe, but I just couldn't cry. (I did find out yesterday that my husband cut the cord. I don't remember that, either. I should, I was fully aware and there, but for some reason, I have NO recollection of him cutting his cord.) He laid on me for a few, and went to get cleaned off.
    A few minutes later, they brought him back to lay on my chest for skin to skin. I still hadn't really seen him very well since he had been laying on my chest for any contact I had up until this point. I asked them to wrap him up and let me sit up so I could see him. They brought over a blanket, and I sat up. It broke my heart to look at him, wide awake, and be shocked by how bad his cleft really looked at that point. (He was still swollen and red, scrunchy like an angry old man.) It took me a few minutes to process it, I'll be honest. Even expecting and knowing that he'd have a cleft lip didn't prepare me for the realization that this was my baby and he did, in fact, have a cleft lip. (He also has a small cleft on the right that wasn't visible because of how minor it is. The lip is complete, it just looks like there's a fold in it.) After a few minutes, it just really didn't seem to matter anymore. I checked to see if he had hair, looked at his face to see who he looked like, his feet and hands. He was weighed and measured, and eventually, taken to the nursery to be checked over. He still hadn't really cried, but was nice and pink and looked great. I've come to discover that he really IS just that laid back. He was 6lbs 6oz and 18 3/4 inches long. (I do remember thinking that I went through all of that for a baby that small?! I expected him to be bigger than my girls. lol)
    He has really been wonderful, he's perfect. He does have a cleft palate, so he can't suck, but I've had great success with pumping so far. He's eating about 30cc's a feeding (sometimes up to about 50cc depending on time of day and when his last feed was. I think that converts to an ounce? ounce and a half? and eats about every 3 hours.) I can pump about 75cc every couple of hours, so far I'm a bit ahead of the game, and every day I can pump a little more. I've never been so grateful for breastmilk.

    He really is an angel baby, and I truly can't imagine him any other way. I'm still super hormonal and find myself crying because I love him so much, it's actually sort of pathetic. Anyway, for those of you who made it this far, thanks. lol I know it was long.
    Jana& Dave
    McKenna Lyn 6/01
    Amelia Loren 8/03
    Delaney Anne 4/09
    Benjamin Jeffrey 12/10

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    on 12/23/10 I woke up at 3am to some strong contractions. I got up to use the restroom and noticed that I was spotting. I got a little excited but tried to go back to bed. I finally got up around 4:45 am and got in the shower. I went about my day as usual, took a walk, did some chores, etc. The contractions would get to be 3 min apart while I was walking but then space back out to 7-8 min when resting. So I figured they would go away again.

    I had my 40 week appt at 9:40 and I went in for that. The dr. said that I was still 1.5 cm dilated but that I was more like 90% effaced now. She was still concerned that there was a piece of cerclage left and she basically said I would either rip through it, or it would slide out as I dilated. She confirmed early labor and home I went.

    When I got home I took another walk, and could get the contractions coming every 2 mins, but again they would space out when I rested. So I just decided to rest at this point. Around 2pm They were getting pretty strong, but still not regularly spaced out. I decided that I was ready to go to L&D to be checked and hope they didn't send me home. We got the kids together and over to my moms. Once we got to L&D they confirmed I was in labor (duh) but I STILL hadn't dilated anymore! I was so disappointed. We explained the cerclage possibility, and the dr. checked. She wasn't sure if it was stitch or scar tissue.... so they were going to have to break it up once I was in active labor. I figured they were sending me home... But then the lovely nurse said, "when did your water break?". I was like umm.. my water broke? With my last two, my water broke in a huge flood of nastiness. This time, apparently, it was leaking. I guessed that it probably broke around 1pm because that's when the contractions started getting stronger.

    So we went to our room to await the epidural. There was no way I could go through breaking up of scar tissues without one! lol It took over an hour and 2 anesthesiologists to get the epidural in! I guesstimated over 20 pokes... ugh! But it was worth it. Once I was comfortable, they let me rest for a while. Around 6:30 the dr. came in the check and see if I had dilated more and to see about breaking up the scar tissue. She checked me and I was still only 1.5 cm! So they got out all types of instruments (spreaders, speculums, clamps, scissors, etc) to try and break up the scar tissue. During this lovely ordeal we were laughing and joking that I had a very good epidural! lol They finally found a piece of cerclage that had embedded itself into my cervix. The only way to get it out was to cut it out... so yeah it's a good thing for that epidural. Once the stitch was cut, I instantly dilated to a loose 4.5 to 5 cm.

    At this point Ace was having some decels in his heart rate. So they gave me oxygen and put internal monitors on him. He kept having decels with every contraction, so they monitored me. About 8pm I told the nurse I felt pressure. She asked me did it feel like I needed to poop, and I replied, "No, it feels like his head is going to come out of my vagina...". lol they checked me and I was complete.

    While they went to get the dr., my hubby called my mom. She was going to miss the birth most likely.. ugh! We didn't expect to dilate 5 cm in an hour.

    While we were on the phone with my mom about 10 people came in my room and started yelling at me I had to push NOW! that bed was apart and my feet were in the air in maybe 5 seconds flat! His heart rate had gone down to 40 and the second that happened they wanted him out.

    4 pushes later and Ace was born! He was perfectly healthy with no complications. His decels were most likely due to the fact that I dilated so quickly.

    We spent the first hour skin to skin and breastfeeding. Then they weighed him and gave him his first bath. He has been a very good baby and we are so blessed that he's here =)

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    We went in Christmas Eve with me contracting pretty consistently, I think around every 6 mins or so. Doc on Weds said I was dilated to 3 or 4, doc in L&D on Thurs night said I was dilated to 2. That made me pretty annoyed... They mentioned the fact that I was attempting a VBAC about 15 times in the first 20 mins we were there, like they were trying to set some kind of record for mentioning it or something. After 2 hours of being hooked up to the monitors, they came in and said I wasn't in labor and could either go home or be induced. I told the doc "I can't be induced, I'm a VBAC..." she said "Yeah, you can have pitocin" to which I answered: "No I can't, it takes my risk of rupture rate super high" and she sort of looked at me funny and said "well yeah..." ~Anywhoooo~

    We decided to go home, and on our way home I started having a lot of pain. Really intense, feeling like my intestines were exploding, OMG OW pain. I thought I was somehow in transition, it was that painful. Sat on the toilet for about 15 mins, almost screaming in pain. Tom kept telling me we were going back to the hospital - he had my purse in the van again and the door open. I said no, I was going to take a bath and see if that helped. It did, but the contractions started up again as soon as I got out. I went to lay down in bed to see if it got any better, and it never did. I managed to get about an hour and a half of sleep total all night because I was having contractions every 2 mins from about 12 am until 7 ish am Christmas morning.

    So at about 7 I woke Tom up, said I couldn't handle it any more and we were going to the hospital. So we got ready quickly and headed off. I thought for sure they would check me and I'd be at 8 or something and we would have her in a couple hours. They checked me again, nope - still 2 but more thinned out. At that point, I said I wanted to talk to the doc about a repeat c/s. I was physically exhausted and hearing I hadn't dilated any more made me wanna punch the wall. Well, as chance would have it, a min or two later, Gabby decelled really bad. Nurse put me on oxygen and said I needed to get on my side - then I knew for sure we would be having the c/s. So I told them, call the docs in, we want the c/s.

    After they left, I spent about 10 mins crying because I was SO frustrated that my body just wouldn't do it. My body would not give birth to a baby, but I knew I needed to be done. I knew in less than 2 hours, I would be holding my baby girl and thats all that mattered at that point. So, we got all the paper work signed, docs showed up and within about 45 mins we were in the OR. I had my ipod in so I couldn't hear most of what they were talking about. At some point I heard "abruption" and I knew there was a problem. The doc said "ok, lots of pressure" and felt them move her up. After about a min, the pressure was gone but there was no noise. That was a long minute.... waiting and waiting to hear her cry. When she did I relaxed, but I could still tell she was in distress of some kind.

    I could hear them suctioning her over and over again but tom was focused on her and there were no nurses next to me to ask what was going on. Finally, after probably 5 mins, my reg doc was next to me and I asked her if my placenta had abrupted. She said yes, it was pulling away from my uterus and that there was a lot of blood in the amniotic fluid, which is what Gabby was choking on. Tom said they pulled a lot out of her. Another 5 mins or so went by and she was finally crying normally. I asked how big she was and they said she was 6 pounds, 7 oz and 18.5 inches long. I couldn't believe that she was smaller than William, she always felt huge. Apgars were 9 and 9, color was good, no jaundice at all.

    Shes a super quiet baby, very calm and relaxed until she wants something and then its like you've been ignoring her for days. She goes from fine to frenzied screaming in 3 seconds, its crazy. The breast feeding is going pretty well thankfully. Shes a very aggressive nurser, both my nipples are already cracked and have bled. But its just the first couple days, we've got time to get used to it! I still can't believe that she is here, it hasn't sunk in yet. She looks so much like William, you'd think they were identical twins separated by two years. She was quite the talk of the hospital too, the nurses kept coming in and saying "so this is the Christmas baby, huh?" Quite the ordeal for such a tiny little thing! (Oh, and did I mention she needed to be vacuumed out? With a c/s? ...stubborn child....)


    ~~Missing my lost love Isaac, gone at 14 weeks but in my heart forever~~

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    Oliver's Birth Story
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    Oliver Philip M*** was born on December 18, 2010 at 10:21am weighing in at 7 lbs and 8.5 oz, 21.5 inches.

    On Friday night, December 17, I decided to lay down and read and Phil and I were going to watch a TV show (Blue Bloods) at 9:00pm. I feel asleep and woke at 8:17 to a huge contraction. I yelled down to Phil to start timing because I knew that this wasn’t like anything I had felt before. The contractions continued sporadically but were coming fast. They were varying between 2 minutes apart and up to 7 or 8 minutes apart. I was down on all fours because they were mostly in my lower back. I was having Phil push on my back when I would have one and they were definitely causing me to moan out loud. Bosun (the dog) was wondering what in the world was going on and was very worried about me. He kept trying to get underneath me when I was on all fours and lick my face!

    My mom was staying with us and was out to dinner with her friends. She got home around 10:00pm and saw how close they were coming and said she thought we should go to the hospital. I thought initially that we could make it through the night and go in the morning....I was wrong. About 10:35pm we packed up and headed to the hospital. I was telling Phil to drive slower...ok faster and get around this guy...back seat driver to the max. I didn’t have a contraction for the entire 7 minutes we were on the freeway and thought maybe I was done...nope. They kept coming.

    We got to L&D and they took me to the triage room where there was a great midwife (who was knitting) and MA and they were teaching the proper way to breath through the contractions without being so tense and to relax. I was doing so well they thought I would be able to have baby without drugs...ya right, is what I told them. I was only dilated to a 2+ and about 80% effaced, however my BP was way too high, 139/100 and 146/112 was the kicker. They were worried about pre-eclampsia but I didn’t have any other symptoms. They took labs anyway and had me pee in a cup and all came back fine, but they decided to admit me to watch the BP.

    Once we were in the delivery room it was about 12:15am and I knew I would have a my baby today on 12/18. We had a very nice huge corner suite, the nurse started me IV and didn’t do a good job at all. Her hands were shaking and I could tell she wasn’t very confident in her abilities to do this. She asked if I had taken labor classes because I was breathing through the contractions so well. I told her no and had just learned how to do this from the mid-wife about 10 minutes ago! They decided to give me the epidural which was just fine with me. I was a little worried about it slowing down the labor and my progression, but it was the middle of the night by this point and we needed sleep. The epi was in by 1:30am and I had some great relief for a few hours. Phil barely slept and I tried, but never really fell asleep. At some point a resident came in to talk about how the labor would go and he told me they would give me pitocin if I slowed down. I told him I didn’t want pitocin at all and that they needed to break my water as the next step. He said that would be fine. So we decided to wait and see how I progressed.

    The next thing I know I’m itching like crazy and know I’m having an epi reaction. I also haven’t been pushing the epi button to keep the drug coming so now I’m behind and having to breath through some big contractions! I pushed the button and got back on top of the pain but could still move my legs and feel all the pressure of the contractions which is exactly what I wanted. I didn’t want to be completely numb and not able to feel anything.

    The nurse came in and gave me benadryl for the itching. What a mistake that was!! I totally passed out and felt totally drugged...but no more itching! At 4:20am another resident came into check me and I was only a 3! I was so glad I’d had the epidural because it would have sucked to have labored that long and not progressed at all. She broke my water and I could tell things were picking up although I could barely stay awake.

    At 7:00am the final nurse that would help me deliver this little bundle came in. Her name was Stacy and she was amazing! She was the charge nurse and so fantastic. They had been text paging Dr. Sharp with my progression all night and she told me that he was also her doc and had delivered all 3 of her kids. She was so mad they had given me benadryl because she could tell I was kind of out of it and didn’t want to be. I was a 5cm by 7:00am which was great.

    At 9:00am she came in and I was at a 9 1/2 cm and she said, ok Jess you’re going to start pushing in about 30 min as soon as Dr. Sharp gets here. They put on an oxygen mask for about 15min because babies heart rate was dropping a bit. Phil and I jumped into action. Got the blinds open, I got my contacts in....got a wet washcloth on my face to wake me up! Every time a contraction came I could feel a gush of water and I could definitely feel little man’s head descending.

    By 9:30 and we started pushing. Oh my gosh it was hard but I felt really strong and was doing great. Dr. Sharp left for a little bit since it takes so long for babies head to get down and Stacy took over the coaching for pushing and wanted us to make good progress before Dr. Sharp came back and we did! They decided that they wanted to see if we could get this baby here in under an hour of pushing because I was doing so well. Phil had decided earlier that not only did he want to cut the cord...he wanted to help catching the baby! Crazy man. Dr. had me reach down to feel the babies head and they said that they could tell he had lots of hair! It felt like a hairy little egg. I knew we were getting close and gave some final big pushes that hurt!! I could tell I was ripping a bit, but baby slid out and was here!

    His Apgar was an 8 at 1min and a 9 at 5min. He pinked right up with Stacy rubbing him. I was crying and totally overwhelmed. They got my beautiful baby right up on my chest and I counted his little feet and toes and just marveled at his blue eyes. He was so beautiful. Dr. Sharp had to work on me for awhile. Seemed like forever. I had 2 second degree tears going to odd directions and he was having trouble with one of the sucher instruments. They told me I was fine but it seemed like he was working on me forever. My uterus tightened up so bleeding wasn’t an issue thank goodness.

    Another nurse Anna (little Mexican lady) got the ointment on babies eyes with Phil helping and had me hold him for awhile. They got me some food and Anna helped Phil give baby his first bath while I watched and took a few photos from bed.

    We are so lucky to have a healthy happy baby boy!! We couldn’t love you more little Ollie and are so happy to be your parents.

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