August 2003 ~Birthdays & Birthstories~

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August 2003 ~Birthdays & Birthstories~

Hot August Mama's Birthdays

10 ~ Lori/ClaudiaBean
1 ~ Stephanie/PurdueLiz
9 ~ Tammy/Tammy2002
21 ~ Misty/mybugtay
7 ~ Kimberly/KimPossible

29 ~ Rhiannon/Rhi
13 ~ Sabine/Sabine
17 ~ Kelly/kem
20 ~ Maria/citysides

23 ~ Michelle/chase007
6 ~ Esti/esti1423
1 ~ Shana/Sivan
30 ~ Janice/Janice=)
21 ~ Heather/Ham
2 ~ Jess/JessNBoyz

29 ~ Anna/tigger529
27 ~ Martha/Muphin

7 ~ MaryBeth/marybeth7768
9 ~ Abi/RazorbackMommy
7 ~ Betsy/betsymazzara
9 ~ Jennifer/baozi
10 ~ Patti/Patti Anne
11 ~ Melanie/mommy2nathan
15 ~ mama2J&J/Natasha
19 ~ Tera/Storrmey
13 ~ Brooke/Brookie
17 ~ Kim/KIMSTRM
22 ~ Magi/smagi
18 ~ Stosha/stosha
30 ~ Susan/Peasoup
29 ~ Audra/boilermaker
31 ~ Dorothy/DottyB
31 ~ Anna/annaz

3 ~ Stacey/Melvin76
13 ~ Kristi/KristiLue
4 ~ Iliana/IliLexy
3 ~ Cat/Cat23f
23 ~ Kelly/kelkev
7 ~ Denise/TxCuties
5 ~ Melissa/dreamer28 7 ~ Carolyn/Mommydearest
8 ~ Angela/AustinsMommy
11~ 2moms4baby/Michelle
21~ ~BrightEyes~/Nicole
23 ~ Angie/JourdanandMattsMom
24 ~ Shannon/Izzy B

If you are not included on this list and would like to be, please post here with your name and birthday so I can add you!

Kool Kids' Birthdays

6/26/03 6:00 & 6:02 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Steven 5 lbs. 8 oz and :sleepygirl: Meredith 3 lbs. 15 oz.

7/17/03 5:26 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Benjamin Joseph 5 lbs. 14 oz. 18 in.

7/20/03 5:37 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Gavin Seth 5 lbs. 14 oz.

7/22/03 10:14 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Meagan Elizabeth 6 lbs. 3 oz.

7/22/03 1:11 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Lee Nik Salek 6 lbs. 9 oz. 19 ¼ in.

7/24/03 3:57 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Anthony Michael 5 lbs. 9 oz. 18 ½ in.

7/24/03 10:12 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Aodhan Felix 6 lbs. 12 oz. 20 in.

7/24/03 4:56 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Seth Rodney 5 lbs. 6 oz. 17 in.

7/26/03 4:04 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Kohana 6 lbs. 9 oz. 19 in.

7/27/03 1:59 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Zoe Olivia 7 lbs. 3 oz. 20 ½ in.

7/30/03 6:15 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Alison Emma 3.59 kg.

7/31/03 6:27 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Fritz Johannes 8 lbs. 20 ½ in.

7/31/03 10:50 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Makenzie Marie Davis 7 lbs. 1oz. 19 ¼ in.


:sleepygirl: Juliana 6 lbs. 7 oz. 19 1/4in.

8/2/03 2:27 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Alexandra Emily 6 lbs. 9 oz. 48 cms.

8/2/03 11:59 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Julia Katelyn 7 lbs. 15 oz. 19 in.

8/3/03 10:49 p.m.
Patti Anne/Patti

:sleepygirl: Rilee Anne 6 lbs. 10 oz. 19 in.

8/4/03 12:48 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Nathan Andrew 8 lbs. 5 oz. 21 ¼ in.

8/4/03 12:54 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Walter William 8lbs. 1 oz.

8/5/03 8:38 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Kyle Patrick 9 lbs. 2 oz.

8/5/03 9:18 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Cloe Michaela 6 lbs. 11 oz.

8/5/03 10:18 p.m.
Samantha Sheppard/Samantha

:sleepygirl: Skylar Faith 8 lbs. 10 oz.

8/7/03 3:19 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Taya Elise 7 lbs. 6 oz.

8/7/03 3:33 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Ryan Jacob 10lbs.

8/7/03 5:46 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Brooklyn Paige 8lbs. 8oz. 19 1/4 in.


:sleepygirl: Hailey Renee 6 lbs. 4 oz.

8/8/03 12:29 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Olivia Grace 6 lbs. 9 oz.

8/8/03 1:07 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Julia 8 lbs.

8/9/03 6:26 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Delia Joan 8 lbs. 2 oz.

8/11/03 11:53 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Caden Riley 8 lbs 21 in


:sleepygirl: Isabella 7 lbs. 6 oz.

8/11/03 4:17pm

:sleepygirl: Debra Anneliesa 7 lbs. 1 oz. 19.5 in

8/12/03 9:13 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Joshua Brian 10 lbs. 1 oz.

8/12/03 2:03 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Kelsey Marie 7 lbs. 5.6 oz.

8/13/03 11:22 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Jessica Ashley 6 lbs. 12 oz.


:sleepygirl: Amelia Gehret 5 lbs. 11 oz.

8/13/03 12:48 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Logan Clifford 10 lbs. 4.5 oz


:sleepygirl: Isabella Skye 6.14lbs.

8/15/03 11:43 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Ethan Cain 7 lbs. 12.2 oz.

8/15/03 11:36pm

:sleepygirl: Amanda Christine 7 lbs. 9 oz.

8/16/03 1:23 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Isabella Ann 5lb. 9oz. 18 ½ in.

8/17/03 6:30 a.m.

:sleepygirl: Isabella Katherine Grace 7lb. 7oz. 19 in.

8/17/03 9:40 a.m.

:sleepyboy: Tommy 7lb. 13oz.

8/18/03 8:03am

:sleepygirl: Zoe Alexandra 7lbs. 0oz. 21in.


:sleepygirl: Savannah

8/19/03 4:31 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Brianna Lynn 8lbs. 5oz. 20 in.

8/19/03 6:59 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Avery Danielle 8lbs. 4oz. 20 1/2 in.


:sleepyboy: Ryan Jeffrey 7 lbs. 3 oz. 21 in.

8/22/03 2:48pm

:sleepyboy: Bart 7 lbs. 14 oz.


:sleepygirl: Melanie Anne 9lbs. 9oz. 20 1/2 in.

8/26/03 8:57 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Emily McKenna 6lbs. 2.5oz. 19 in.

8/27/03 1:43 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Dakota 8lbs. 1oz. 20 in.

8/27/03 8:57 p.m.

:sleepygirl: Madeline Selah 6lbs. 2.5oz.


:sleepygirl: Madison Pie

8/28/03 10:45 p.m.

:sleepyboy: Gavriel Simcha 8lbs. 10oz.

:sleepyboy: Evan 8 lbs. 5 oz.


:sleepyboy: Adam 7lbs. 13oz.

Gender predictions prior to birth
Girls :sleepygirl: 34
~~anna2~~ ~~OutdoorGirl~~
~~Chase007~~ ~~IliLexy~~
~~Betsymazzara~~ ~~kem~~
~~Janice =)~~ ~~AustinsMommy~~
~~Citysides~~ ~~Shawnta~~
~~SharnHeaps~~ ~~pmartzloff~~
~~Kenziesmom720~~ ~~RazorbackMommy~~
~~smagi(twins) ~~ ~~stosha~~
~~2moms4baby~~ ~~IzzyB~~
~~Lyssa_anne (twins) ~~ ~~Txcuties~~
~~Claudiabean~~ ~~ham~~
~~melvin76~~ ~~mybugtay~~
~~Carrielle~~ ~~jackthebean~~
~~mikos_mommy~~ ~~esti1423~~
~~Mom2CalinNBella~~ ~~zoobeewabee~~
~~Elaine728~~ ~~feather24~~
~~~BrightEyes~~~ ~~mrspunkin~~

Boys :sleepyboy: 19
~~baozi~~ ~~marybeth7768~~
~~tammy2002~~ ~~stormey~~
~~Mommy2Bearcub~~ ~~smagi (twins) ~~
~~MeganNataliesMom~~ ~~KristieLue~~
~~PurdueLiz~~ ~~mommy2nathan~~
~~dreamer28~~ ~~lyssa_anne (twins) ~~
~~jacksmommy~~ ~~mom_in_denver~~
~~wellensa~~ ~~Eclypsia~~
~~KIMSTRM~~ ~~Natkennedy ~~

Don't Know :sleepygirl: or :sleepyboy: 12
~~boilermaker~~ ~~cesara~~
~~Dottyb~~ ~~Samantha Sheppard~~
~~Tigger529~~ ~~muphin~~
~~KimPossible~~ ~~Brookie~~
~~Boyjoy~~~ ~~kelkev~~
~~Sabine~~ ~~3kids+1~~

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"smagi" wrote:

Posted: 01 Jul 2003 02:47 Post subject: I'm here!....and so are they!!!!!!! (Really long)

Sorry I couldn't write sooner--been a little crazy the past couple of days!

Thursday I had a dr appt at 10:45 but at 9:30 I started having contractions every 3 minutes. I went early to my dr appt and she sent me straight to the hospital. She said "I don't think you are having them today. I bet you will get to the hospital and the contractions will stop just like they did Tuesday." I got to the hospital at about 11:30 and they hooked me up to all the monitors. My blood pressure was pretty high (160s/90s) and the contractions sure enough were coming every three minutes (and pretty strong!). They nurse called my dr about noon to tell her what I was doing and the dr decided to go ahead and deliver rather than try to stop the labor (she told me previously that she wasn't going to stop labor if I started it). So I started a mad rush to call all my parents and Adam. At first it was supposed to be at 3:30 but the neonatologist couldn't get to the hospital until 5:30. So my whole family and Adam and Sarah were all at the hospital and we were waiting around for the doctors!

I got the epidural and other than the fact that the guy had a hard time finding the right spot, I thought it was a wonderful experience! He kept hitting my bone and was about to give up when he finally got it right. They lay me down on the table really fast (20 minutes to take effect is a bunch of hooey) and the doctors started mushing around on my belly. Adam came in and sat down and as I asked him if he was ok, I heard Steven crying. Adam told me later that they had already cut me open when he came in and he was barely in time for the delivery! Steven was born at 6pm weighing a hefty 5 1/2 lbs. and Meredith at 6:02 at only 3lbs, 15oz. They both were crying and wiggling and beautiful. The neonatologist team took them both immediately to the NICU.

Recovery wasn't so bad. Standing up the first time was scary and I have no sense of modesty anymore after standing naked having a team of three nurses giving me a sponge bath the next morning. :roll:

So I was discharged today and the kids stayed at the hospital. Steven had some initial trouble breathing so he was on a C-PAP (air blowing machine) for the first two days but he is off now and only getting a little extra oxygen. Meredith didn't have any breathing difficulties at all! They are both starting to take bottles (of my breastmilk mixed with high calorie formula) but they still take most of they feedings through a tube that puts the food directly into their tummies. As they get bigger and stronger, they will take more from the bottle and eventually from the breast.

I will take more pictures since these are from the delivery so they aren't super clean or clear. I still can't believe that they aren't in my belly anymore. They are both so wonderful and beautiful--now I'm gonna start crying again! The post natal hormones blow the prenatal ones out of the water! I have never had such flashes of sad and mad and happy in such a short amount of time! So here's the pictures and I'll post more as I get them!



Woo Hoo! Babies are here!

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Well, everyone saw my post that I wrote right after my water broke at 4:20 a.m. I called the dr. right after that and they had me come in to be checked. As Patti wrote I was 1cm dilated and 100% effaced with baby Benjamin at 0 station. The dr. told us (around 8:30) that we would probably have a baby by evening. :shock: This was exciting news although I wasn't sure I wouldn't go longer, like into the later night/early morning since this was my first baby.

So they had me walk the halls since my contrax hadn't really changed in 4 hours. It was at this point that we found out my GBS test from last Friday came back positive. Sad Around noon the dr. advised me that she was concerned, since my water had broken, and I was positive, that unless I went on my own before 24 hours was up (she wasn't convinced I would because the contrax were taking their time and so was dilation - I was only 2cm after nipple stimulation which only worked while I was doing it), I would be at increased risk for infection. She wanted to start me on Pitocin. Yikes!! Told her my fears about that and she said 1) it would be low dose to begin with, 2) I was a perfect candidate for it (not like I wasn't effaced or baby wasn't down at all) and 3) she would let me walk around some more and think about it. I did that and decided to agree with her about the infection part... since she said she would've been willing to let me go longer (up to 48 hours) without the positive test.

Pitocin started around 2pm and they ramped it up gradually till about 4:30, when I was getting cranky and asked to hit the hot tub. Because of the Pit I was on an EFM so they couldn't turn on the jets :evil: just let me sit in warm water. After about half an hour I was REALLY uncomfortable. The contrax were probably 2 min apart but the worst part was the pressure in my pelvis... I just could not get comfortable!! And it ticked me off because I felt like if I could get comfortable to deal with the pressure, I could deal with the contrax. That was when I started asking for a c/s... I was so hell-bent on an unmedicated birth that I actually *wanted* a more complicated procedure, can you believe it!! Fortunately my nurse recognized that this was transition (oh yes the uncontrollable pushing urge I was feeling helped) and had me get out of the tub to be checked.

And... after just 3 hours on Pit I was 10cm and ready to push!! Good thing because I just couldn't hold it in. The dr. was great, very encouraging when she told me to stop wasting my energy on screaming (not because it hurt, well it did but it was more because there was so much pressure and effort and pent-up energy) and use it on pushing. So after just five or six pushes (DH says 5) Benjamin Joseph popped out all at once!! DH thinks he was turned to the side so his shoulders didn't need to be turned... not to mention his small size helped. I still ended up with a 2nd degree midline tear which the dr. said was no worse than if she'd given me an episiotomy.

They put him on my chest right away and he turned toward my voice right away, which was cool. Smile All in all, L&D was different from what I expected... better in some ways (the contrax never got worse than severe period cramps for me), worse in others (that intense pressure on my pelvis).

Oh about my birth plan... didn't really need it. Smile I remembered most of the major stuff and then there was other stuff I said I wanted (like no unnecessary staff in the room) that I just didn't care about at the end. Also the nurses and doctor ROCKED at making even an unexpected turn of events turn out the way I would've wanted. I am definitely going back to this hospital if I ever work up the nerve to do this again! Wink

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5:00am Thursday morning I woke up to some of that very strong menstrual type cramping and thought that this might be it. I layed awake for 20 minutes or so, not able to sleep. I woke Seamus up and told him what was going on and then got out of bed to see if i could find a list of things i should pack online(totally not prepared!). I started to get a little more uncomfortable about 6am I went back into bed. All of a sudden while I was laying there, the cramping got about 1000 times worse..literally all of a sudden..and I had a few super quick and ultra painful contractions. By this point Seamus was awake trying to make me feel better and I was completely freaking out thinking something had to be wrong...why would i be having such terrible pain and such fast contractions all of a sudden? Nothing like the last time.

I told Seamus that whatever it is we need to do before we go, we should hurry. We took a quick shower and I could barely stand in the shower it hurt so much...i think Seamus could sense the panic in my face, i told him we had to go to the hospital NOW. I got out and tried to finish getting ready, called my parents and the doctor. Emma had woken up by this time and I'm pretty sure I must have scared her some because I just couldn't control the pain. Overall she handled it well though.

We were about to drive off to the hospital and take Emma with us because my parents hadn't gotten there yet and I just couldn't wait, i was in agony. Just as we turn the car on, my parents get there, my mom takes Emma and my dad(who's a doctor) came with us to the hospital because they were afraid we might not get there in time.

We got to the hospital at around 8:30am or so, they measured me and I was 7cm already! I told them if they thought it was going to happen soon that I didn't want anything. They reassured me it wouldn't be much longer. So I labored for a little while longer and thought to myself "why did I tell them that??". Although I think it would have been way too late at that point anyway. I reached 8cm and they broke my water...from that point until actual pushing time i had such a terrible urge to push i could barely control it. Since I had an epidural the last time..i didn't realize how much the contractions changed after they break your water! Intense is all i can say. Finally around 9:30am they told me I could push. Aodhan was born at 10:12am weighing 6lbs 12ozs and 20 inches long.

I had a little bit of second degree tearing along my old scar but overall it wasn't bad...and much better than last time. My recovery has been a breeze compared to delivering Emma and overall i feel really good. I can't believe that my entire l&d only lasted about 5 hours and 15 minutes total from the very beginning to the very wasn't even 2 hours after we arrived at the hospital that i got to hold my little man!

Introducing our little baby boy...

Aodhan Felix

6lbs 12ozs, 20 inches

Aodhan is pronounced just like Aiden, its just the gaelic spelling of the name. Felix is my father's name.

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Seth's Birth Story

July 22nd
My water broke at 2:35 p.m. Tuesday July 22nd so after a family member arrived to babysit we went to the hospital. We arrived around 7:00 p.m. and got checked in to our room and out of observation at around 8:00 p.m. I thought we were doing well, contractions were around 5 minutes apart. Around midnight the nurse came in to give me a hep-lock (sp?) and with my large fear of needles I got really stressed out which made my contractions stop completely. *sigh* I decided to try and sleep and see what happens next.

July 23rd
Well the next morning they decided to test my amniotic fluid to see how developed his lungs are (why they didn't do this in the first place I don't understand). The rusults came back low so they immediatly put me on bedrest and I got my first steriod shot to help speed his lung development at noon on the 23rd. I was a wreck, I had no clue what was going on and I'm not a person that handles not being in control of myself and my life very well. I layed there all day, worried, scared you name it and at midnight I got the second shot. There are only two of these given.

July 24th
The morning of the 24 my midwife and the doctor come to check on me and the midwife decided that since he had so little fluid left they were worried about cord compression so she called a specialist for advice. Lucky me they told her to start pictocin (yes at this point I actually wanted pitocin) so I can have the baby and that the way they tested my amniotic fluid is not always so accurate! So pitocin was started at 12:15 p.m. It started really kicking in and somewhere around 4:00 I was more than ready for that pain to end! I finally got in to the big tub full of water and it did help for a while until I started feeling the pain so bad I wanted to push. I got into the bed and finally begged to push, the midwife said OK. I pushed one time and he popped out! Leif cut the cord. I was so out of it from the pain that I didn't know until later that his cord had been wrapped around his neck twice! I feel blessed that we had him early now, I can't imagine what would have happened had he been bigger. I'm so thankful for the caring and concerned midwifes, doctors and staff that helped us.

July 25th & 26th were spent in the hospital mostly because they wanted to make sure he was going to be OK. Finally we we're allowed to come home on the 26th.

Seth was born at 4:56 p.m on Thursday July 24th. He weighed 5lbs. 6ozs. and was 17" long. He's a little yellow but he should be OK. He is breastfeeding and doing very well with that so far.

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The Birth Story of…

Lee Nik Salek

Events & signs leading up to my water breaking…

For a couple of weeks before going into labor, I was having shooting pains down the back of my hips. I attributed this to my hips moving due to Relaxin hormones and preparation for labor. These shooting pains started to change several days before my water broke. They became shooting pains down the inside of my thighs. I figured these were either also due to my hips moving in preparation for my little bundle or else due to pelvic pressure.

About the same time as the shooting pains in my thighs started the increased need to urinate began. Especially whenever I stood up. I went from getting up once a night to use the bathroom to getting up every 2 hours and then every hour.

I had tons of pelvic pressure. I did not look like I had “dropped” so I just assumed it was because the baby was bigger but as far as my pelvis was concerned… it felt like I had dropped.

The most significant and obvious symptom that I had was my increased need to have bowel movements. About 4 days before my water broke I started to use the restroom about 3-4 times a day. I had heard that sometimes loose, frequent stools prior to labor is a way for your body to cleanse itself. But as far as I knew this only occurred right before labor. I still had four weeks left so I placed the blame once again on increased pressure on my bowels.

Swelling had begun approximately 1 week before I went into labor. This was not fun, but it did not hurt. My sleep habits had also gone way down hill largely due to frequent urinating.

Sunday, July 20th

My family came over to celebrate Dillon’s birthday. They stayed into the evening for hamburgers and hot dogs and to continue swimming. Other than swelling, I was feeling great and I was excited because I was exactly one month from my due date (as if that really means anything). I slept horribly that night and felt exhausted all day Monday.

Monday, July 21st

I was extremely exhausted all day at work. I really did not want to be there and just wanted to go home and sleep. Needless to say I did not get much work done.

I was feeling very crampy this entire day. I hadn’t really had much in the way of Braxton Hicks contractions or else I just couldn’t feel them. But this day I felt something. I thought maybe it was Braxton Hicks. It felt like menstrual cramps. My stomach would feel hard when I felt one but would only feel hard where the baby was laying and otherwise it felt normal. So I thought I was imagining things. It was happening enough that by the afternoon I started timing them. They were coming regularly 9 minutes apart, but I did not really trust this since I could hardly feel them and did not really know when they stopped and when they started. At one point I just really felt like telling work that I was going to go home.

When I got home from work I took a 2 ½ hour nap until about 8pm. I then started cleaning out the cars and getting the car seats ready because we had an appointment at 6:30am for them to be installed the next morning.

When Sassan got home we went to Wal-Mart looking for the latch piece for our car seat because the base we had bought would not work. So we got home around 11:30pm and I went to bed.

Tuesday, July 22nd

I was asleep about an hour when I had to go to the bathroom. After this I could not fall back asleep. Sassan had come to bed about 1am. At about 1:30am I got up to use the bathroom. It was getting so hard to roll out of bed because my stomach would get so hard I could not bend. I had incredible pelvic pressure. I remember thinking that a month was a long way to go if every night went like this and if I felt this much pressure all the time.

I went to the bathroom and as I stood up from the toilet my water broke. Water gushed all in the toilet (how convenient!!). I looked down and not only was it water but it was bloody. I hadn’t ever heard of this. It scared me because I was four weeks early and there was blood in the water. And I knew once my water broke there was a baby coming. I called to my husband. I said, “Sassan, Would you come here please?” He replied, “Are you okay?” I said, “Would you just come here please?” He came into the bathroom. I pointed to the blood in the toilet while water was continuing to gush out of me.

I told him I didn’t know what to do because it was too early for the baby and the blood threw me. I asked Sassan if we should call the hospital or call my mom. He put a call into labor and delivery while I called my mom from my cell phone. Labor and delivery advised that we come in to be checked. My mom was thoroughly surprised to be getting this call so soon and I told her we were heading to the hospital and would keep her posted.

Sassan and I had every intention of laboring as long as possible at home. This is the first point where out birth plan proceeded out the window. We intended to go get checked at the hospital and if all was okay then come back home to labor at home. But fortunately we brought our hospital bags anyways because that also never happened.

We got to labor & delivery and they set me up in a room. They said if my water did break then I am not going anywhere. Well there was no doubt that my water had broken. I got in my gown and then I had to answer a bunch of questions. The hospital did not have any of my prenatal care information because the doctor’s office usually sends it over after 36 weeks. I was 35 weeks 6 days. I had also intended to pre-register around August 1st because the information is only good for a month. So I had to answer a bunch of information while Sassan went downstairs to registration. He then brought up all of our bags. It took a little while for my contractions to pick up. At first there was no “real” pain. The nurse checked me at 3:20am. She said that I was 100% effaced, 2-3 centimeters dilated, and a –1 station. She said, “You’re doing good, girl!”

Then the contractions really started to hurt. At around 5am they were lasting 90-120 seconds but only about 6 minutes apart. Things really started picking up. The pain was getting rather intense and I was getting serious. I don’t think Sassan realized yet exactly how much the contractions were starting to hurt.

My OB doctor arrived around 6am. He said I was still 2-3 centimeters, but the baby was about 0 station and his head was very well applied to my cervix. He immediately started talking about giving me pitocin around 10-11am if things did not pick up. I think this was jumping the gun a bit because there were no signs that labor might stall. This is the second fallacy of our birth plan… Not having good support and encouragement for our interest and desires.

Somewhere between 6am and 8am things got really painful. The pressure in my pelvis was incredibly intense. The contractions weren’t so bad but the pelvic pressure was very painful. I also starting get LOTS of lower back pain. It was just wearing me out. There was no way I could relax during contractions and lay down in bed. During every contraction I was jumping up and walked or mostly just went and sat on the toilet. Sitting on the toilet took away some of the pelvic pressure so this is where I spent most of my contractions. Not only that, but I was having to use the restroom VERY frequently. I was still having to cleanse my system I guess, but it was getting rather ridiculous. Here I am having to deal with contractions and also have the greatest need to have a bowel movement during every one.

My legs were shaking uncontrollably at his point and I was getting nauseous. To top it all off I was thoroughly exhausted and just did not have the stamina to do this for several more hours.

I had lost just about all my water. My tummy already looked about half the size it was. I had never thought that my water breaking would start my labor. It certainly makes the contractions more intense and there is no cushion for you and the baby so you can feel everything.

All these signs were pointing towards my being in transition but it just seemed far too early. I was already wanting to give up which is a for sure sign as were the shakes and nauseousness. Whether or not I was approaching transition rapidly I do not know. I gave up at this point and asked for an epidural. I just wanted to sleep. They check me right before the epidural. I was 4 cm and received the epidural at around 8:30am. This felt good and I settled in to just relax and wait.

At this point I started to put on some makeup. I was going to do this and then take a nap thinking I had several hours ahead of me. My mom kept telling me to take a nap. As soon as I finished my makeup the nurse checked me for dilation because she said the contractions were not getting closer together and we would probably have to start pitocin. I really did not want this to happen so I had been sitting up as much as possible in bed with the hopes that gravity would help the situation.

As it turns out the timing on contractions really doesn’t mean a thing nor does your current dilation and you really should go by how you are feeling. I thought I was just a wimp and couldn’t even handle early labor and as it turns out I was probably headed into transition when I gave up. But hindsight is 20/20. The nurse checked me around 10:30am and I was fully dilated and ready to push. The baby was about a +1 to a +2 station. So just because they didn’t think my contractions were close enough together didn’t mean something wasn’t happening. I should have trusted myself and hung in there a little bit longer because two hours wouldn’t have been so bad, but I thought I had about 12 more to go. Thus, this is the next lesson that was learned. “Trust yourself and have faith in yourself.”

I had the anesthesiologist come back into the room after I found out I was dilated so he could turn down the epidural. I wanted to be able to feel at least some thing while pushing. We start pushing around 11am. It took the first couple of pushes to get my breathing right because I wanted to breath through the pushes and I was supposed to hold my breath. But we got that figured out quickly.

My mom and Sassan were holding my legs for me. My left leg was almost usable but my right leg was extremely heavy and numb because I had been laying on my right side. Pushing kept going on and we could see a little bit of the baby’s had, but little progress was being made. We were having to wait between 6-8 minutes between contractions. So most of the time was spent just waiting for the next contraction. Unfortunately this was causing problems because the baby was slipping back up after each push because there was so much time in between.

My OB came in around 12:30pm and said that there was way too much time between contractions and we needed to start pitocin. That was started and he said if there was no progress by 1pm he was using the vacuum suction. This really upset me because I did not want the vacuum. So the pitocin got going and there was no change in contractions. So the vacuum was brought in around 1pm. I asked the doctor not to cut me unless absolutely necessary, but I knew with a vacuum it was likely. I was really upset with the way everything was going at this point and I know Sassan knew that.

We started pushing with the vacuum. The doctor said he was using minimal suction and just guiding the head out. I saw him grab the scissors to cut me and I started to cry. We were continuing to push and the baby’s head was coming out. Sassan started crying while he was counting for me. He said it was because he new I didn’t want the episiotomy, but I truly believe it was because he saw the baby coming out and was overwhelmed with his emotion.

The baby came out and Sassan announced, “It’s a boy!” We both started crying and hugging! They put the baby on my tummy. He was all wet and slimy and I was just thinking how he was so small because I was holding him under his little but and he felt so tiny. When I talked to him he looked at me. I think he recognized my voice.

So little Lee Nik Salek arrived 4 weeks early on July 22nd (his cousin Dillon’s birthday too) at 1:11pm. He was ready to great the world.

NICU was in the room for the delivery because he was pre-term. But since he cried right away they left him on my belly until the cord was through pulsating then they took him to the little bassinet to get him cleaned up and checked out. They had to suction his lungs because he swallowed some fluid on the way out but other than they he was perfect.

He got apgar scores of 8 & 9 and pinked up very nicely. His reflexes and muscle tone were good. They assessed him at having the abilities of a 37 week old. Even though he was 4 weeks early he still weighed in at 6 lbs 9 oz. Assuming babies grow ½-1 lb during the last weeks of gestation he would have been around 9 lbs had he been full term.

While all this was going on I got stitched up and I delivered the placenta. The placenta was sent to the lab to be checked since the baby came early. I never heard the results of this but I assume everything was fine. I got the baby in my arms a short time later. We tried to breastfeed; however, there was little interest on Lee’s part, but we were not concerned.

My sisters were anxiously waiting in the waiting room to hear that we had the baby. After my 21-week ultrasound my nephew, Dillon, bet me $5 that I was having a boy because, “It just looked like a boy.” So my mom went to the waiting room and instead of announcing whether we had a boy or girl she just handed my nephew the $5. Everyone understood immediately and they were looking forward to coming in to see him.

I was in this room for about 2 hours and the baby got to stay with me the whole time. I was able to get up and walk around very slowly while the epidural wore off. We finally got to our recovery room. I took a shower and got cleaned up. I had been told by a couple of nurses that I would be really swollen and sore because I pushed so much. They recommended that I take some medicine so I had some Motrin.

Surprisingly, the soreness was not that bad and the swelling was gone about 36 hours later for the most part. I was feeling great.

The baby had trouble nursing and barely had anything to eat for the first 24 hours. A lactation nurse came in on Wednesday to work with him and said he was just early and needed some time to learn. So in the mean time she recommended we pump so he got some food. She said it could take the four weeks until his due date for him to get the hang of breastfeeding.

We were released 24 hours later even though he was pre-term. I got little sleep the first few days between pumping, cleaning the pump, and feeding every couple of hours. But by Saturday, my milk came in and Little Lee was nursing like a champ. He is now waking himself up about every three hours to eat. So we won the breastfeeding battle and it happened a lot sooner than we expected.

Mommy feels fantastic! I don’t feel at all like I just had a baby. It is amazing how fast I felt normal again.

So even though almost nothing on our birth plan happened the way we had hoped - our end result is the same. We have the most gorgeous little boy. There are things I wish would have been different and things I would most certainly change, but to dwell on that is a waste of my time.

So life with Little Lee has begun…

Mommy and Daddy are falling in love all over again with their new little treasure. When he was in my tummy I thought I couldn’t possibly love him more. How completely wrong I was. Our hearts are swelled beyond belief and our blessings plentiful. Who would have known that something so little could make you feel so overwhelming complete?

I never imagined I could stare at the same thing for so long and never tire of it. We can’t stop looking at him or smiling at each other.

Looking back, the whole pregnancy and birth process is just amazing. It is weird to feel sad that you don’t have a big belly anymore with a little stranger inside there kicking you. It’s such a fast transition into motherhood and the whole experience is impossible to explain let alone fully comprehend.

Our family has begun and as far as Mommy is concerned, we’re ready to do this all over again.

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The birth story of Makenzie Marie.

We were scheduled for induction on Thursday July 31st at 7am. After a fitful night of sleep, I got up at 5am and took a shower and got dressed. Woke Dh up at around 5:30 and he did what he needed to do and we loaded up the bags and DD and left the house at 6:15am. We stopped off at the store and then made it to the hospital at 6:45am. We went upstairs to L&D and got checked in. Our nurse showed us to our room and we started to get settled in and I got changed and got in bed. Nurse comes back and we do paperwork and all that fun stuff. 7:30 am Dr shows up and checks me. He says I am still at 2 cm and 50%. Tells the nurse Debbie what to do and then he leaves. 8 am I start my pitcin drip. 8:15am contractions start to come about every 2-3 minutes but with no pain. Noon Dr comes back and checks me and still no change even though I had been on the pitocin for 4 hours. So he attempts to break my water and was unsuccessful because she was still way high up -3. So I spoke to the nurse and asked her what was gonna happen next and she said that I should try the birthing ball so she brings that in and I sit on it for about an hour and still having contractions but still no pain. So she comes back and says that maybe I should try the rocking chair so I do that for about an hour and still no pain so she checks me and says no change still at 2 and 50. Then she decides to let me get in the jacouzzi tub to help me relax. By this time I am getting so discouraged that I just wanna go home. So I sit in there for quite a while and get relaxed and get out and my nurse suggests that I walk around a bit to help the baby come down so I do and continue to have contractions but STILL no pain. After walking for a little bit she decides that its time to put me back on the pitocin. So we go back to our room and I get hooked up to all the monitors and get my IV things back in and sit and wait for something to happen. 5:30 pm Dr comes back and decides to attempt to break my water again and this time it WORKS!!!! About 5:45pm the contractions start to get uncomfortable and were about 2 minutes apart. By 6:45pm I was in so much pain I was starting to lose control so the nurse comes in and asks if I was ok and I told her no that I needed something. So she comes back with something I dont remember exactly what and tells me to stand up so we can untangle my IV lines and I do and she injects the stuff in my IV and I got dizzy and about fell so she and Dh put me back in the bed and she checked me and I was at a 2.5 and my cervix had thinned almost all the way. I was so excited and so dizzy all I could so was smile. So I layed down and tried to get some sleep and about 8pm I was hurting again and asked her for some more "stuff" and so she checked me and said I was at a 3 and could get my epidural if I wanted it so I agreed and about 15 minutes later the anastesiologist (sp) came and asked me all the necessary questions and off we went. After I got the epi my nurse decided to go home (she stayed over 1 1/2 hrs to see if I had the baby soon) and I got a new nurse. So Leasa came in and she checked me at about 8:45 and put an internal monitor thing in and told me to get some sleep because it could take a little while so I turned over and went to sleep. For some reason though she sat there next to my bed the whole time instead of going off and tending to her other patients. (I found out later that my blood pressure went way down and she was monitoring me to make sure it didnt go any lower) I kept dozing off but with all the people continuing to come in and out I found it impossible and just decided to stay awake. I started to feel some pressure and told her about it and she said that I probably had to potty and that it would go away but she checked me just in case and I was at a 6. Well the pressure didnt go away and after a little bit (about 15 minutes) I asked her about it again and she said that she would "potty for me" IE.. catheterize me and she did but she got quite the shock when she checked me and I was complete. She had me push the nurse button and she told them to call the Dr and tell him to come NOW. She told me not to push at all and to keep still so I did as I was told and she broke down the bed and got me prepped. After I was prepped and the bed broke down we had to wait for the Dr and she kept starring at me saying that she has delivered babies before but she doesnt wanna deliver one tonight and that the Dr better hurry otherwise she will have to. Finally the Dr walks in and after 3 pushes Ms Makenzie made her entrance into our world at 10:50 pm. SHe was nice and pink and all the nurses kept commenting on how calm she was and how pink she was. They layed her up on my chest after Dh cut the cord and then the took her to the warmer. The cleaned her up and returned her to me and all I could do was stare at her. They did the weighing and all that and I got to feed her very shortly after. She latched on like an old pro. About 1:30 am I had Dh go get the nurse so they could do her bath and stuff and then she was returned to me shortly after. When people ask me how long my labor was I really dont know what to tell them. Do I say it started at 8am when they started the pitocin? Or do I say it started when he broke my water and things actually started happening?

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Just a quick recap of my rollercoaster pregnancy.... 1st trimester we were told we had a 50/50 chance losing the pregnancy due to a possible miscarriage, by 10 wks all was "in the clear"! At 20 wks, was told the placenta was low lying but should be fine. From 24 wks on I was having PTL contractions and was put on modified bedrest/limited activities. At 28 1/2 wks was diagnosed w/ partial/marginal placenta previa after a bleed in the middle of the night. After weeks of being put on bedrest and 2 sets of steriod shots to mature Anthony's lungs just in case, we made it to 37 1/2 wks :).

Labor/Birth Story

I had been having contrax off and on for literally months but they started getting stronger around the middle of June(33 1/2 wks along) which is also when I lost the mucus plug. At my 7/01 appt., I was 2 cm dilated, 50% effaced and at -2 station, which I stayed and remained at until the night before Anthony was born (about 3 wks).

7/21/03 I lost what definitely was the rest of the mucus plug, or maybe a 2nd one, tmi. 7/22/03 Ctrx were fairly strong and were coming steady @10 min. apart around 5:30pm. Around 9:45pm I started having what we & the Dr on call *thought* was the bloody show, this we found out later was soooo wrong. Dr said to head to the hospital when the ctrx were 5 min. apart. I asked him about the blood (because it was fairly bright red) and he said "don't worry, unless it streaming down your legs, your fine" ha ha. Ctrx started coming every 5 min. around 10:45pm.

7/23/03 Finally decided to head to the hospital at 3am, got there and checked in. The nurse did an internal exam and I was STILL 2cm dilated, 5-% effaced, and -2 station.... dh and I couldn't believe it, almost 12 hrs. of ctrx for zilch. My regular OB came in around 8am and did another internal and I was STILL the same. She decided to keep me there until lunch time and then we'd "discuss options". So, over the next 4 hrs., dh and I walked around the hospital grounds, up and down stairs, anything to get things going. My OB came back and did another internal at 1pm and there was still no change even though my pain level was about a 7/8. She wasn't willing to induce labor yet but would go ahead and schedule it in 1 wk. DH and I asked her "Then, WHAT sign do we wait for before calling/coming back to the hospital since ctrx every 5 min. isn't it...?" (we were both exhausted). She really didn't give us an answer, but fortunately we only live 5 min. from the hospital, so, we went home tired and frustrated. Least by going home, I was able to eat something, lol. By about 5:30pm that night, the ctrx were excruciating (like a 15 on a scale of 1-10) but still only 5 min apart. By midnight, dh said "call the Dr and demand to be seen".

7/24/03 So, I called, my OB said "OMG, I can tell your not tolerating this very well", mind you, I was in tears with every contraction. She told me to go to the hospital. We got there, checked in, etc etc. nurse did an internal exam around 12:45am and I was finally making progress, 3cm + dilated, 65% effaced, 0 station! Talk about feeling a little relief~at least the horrible pain wasn't worthless finally. The nurse asked what my pain level was and I said, "what's the highest # I can pick? Can I have a c-section?" So, with that, she called my Dr and got the ok to give me a shot of morphine which took a slight edge off, brought the pain down to about a 11.

By 2am, I was 5cm, 75% effaced and I was starting to feel trickles so I asked dh to look if my water had broken. He said "no, but there's an awful lot of blood". By then, my OB came in and checked me. She said my water had broken but I was also bleeding (so much for the bloody show theory, bloody show, at least the amount I was losing, doesn't last for 36 hrs). The nurse offered me the intrathecal (similar to an epidural) but I had really wanted to do completely natural childbirth. Despite the fact that I had the morphine shot already, I was still determined to keep it as natural as possible, so I said no thanks.

By 3am, I was 8 cm, and 90% effaced (can't remember what station, lol) and felt like I wanted to push. By this point, the pain level seemed actually less even though the morphine had wore off (only lasts about a hr). I was told I couldn't push yet since my OB was performing a c-section... talk about bad timing, lol. Anyway, By 3:30 am I was 10 cm and had just a lip of cervix left. The nurse had me do a few pushes so that she could push the lip out of the way, then my OB came in. Finally got the OK to push BUT by then, I didn't need to anymore, lol. I had about a good 10 min. of "resting period" before the urge came back. I pushed about 6 or 8 times but Anthony's head would come forward then go back. My OB said that she had to do an episiotomy b/c my old scar was so bad it wasn't stretching at all, so snip OUCH snip OUCH and 3 pushes later, Anthony Michael was born @ 3:57am~ talk about RELIEF!!

His 1 min. APGAR was 8 and 5 min was 9! After the placenta was delivered, my Dr said that it had started to detach early, thus why I had been bleeding and more importantly, why I wasn't progressing the day before and why my contractions were so excruciatingly painful. My OB apologized, if she had known what was going on (placental abruption) she would have made some different decisions. She also said that the placenta was slightly aged (which it shouldn't have been since he was born 2 1/2 wks early going by LMP date) and was probably the reason why Anthony was pretty small, 5 lbs. 9oz, 18 1/2". We both did great after delivery and were discharged the next morning!

Fortunately for all of us, Anthony and I are both safe and healthy :). I am grateful that my OB was on call that night, mostly because she knew my pregnancy history of problems. As for the bleeding, it was enough to be concerned, but not enough to do an emerg. c-section, so we (the Dr and I) were caught in the middle.

Thanks for reading my long long long birth story!

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Alicia's Birth Story

"alicia." wrote:

Our baby girls Birth story

Signs the week before labor
Id been feeling crampy and was having BH contractions all week and my mucous plug was slowly slowly coming away.

Wednesday July 30th
I woke up and my legs were feeling very achy, a bit like growing pains and my lower back was also hurting a lot. The insides of my thighs were also feeling very crampy and I was feeling a lot of pressure ‘down there’ but it didn’t look like I had dropped and I was still having a lot of heartburn so I thought it was just the baby getting bigger and pushing on my bladder. I went to the toilet and when I wiped there was what appeared to be my mucous plug. It had some strings of blood in it but not too much so I decided not to get excited too soon.

Thursday July 31st
I was excited to go to my doctor’s appointment to see what was going on and ask for an internal but I was a bit disappointed because the doctor refused to do one. He said that the head was engaged though and that losing my plug was a good sign but that it could still be a couple of weeks until I went into labour. I left the clinic a bit annoyed and decided to go home and rest a bit. At about midday I got a phone call from James telling me that there was a problem with our rent money and that the money hadn’t gone through and that I would have to go down to town and sort it out cause he was at work. I was really tired but decided that a bit of walking would be good for me. So I went down town (where I also bought the raspberry leaf extract) and went to the bank. It took me about 3 hours to sort it out, and I was walking from one bank to the other being so stressed! I felt so achy and I was getting more and more pressure between my legs. I finally got it sorted by 6pm when I went home and watched some TV. James got back and we got ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed and felt a trickle but I thought it was just discharge and I laughed at James and teased him and said I think my water broke! We laughed a bit and then went to bed. I kept waking up to go to the toilet and every time I stood up water trickled out. I didn’t think much of it and I kept putting TP down there but it kept getting soaked. At this point I thought that maybe I was still losing some of the plug or that I was leaking pee because of the baby’s size so I decided to go back to sleep.

Friday August 1st
I woke up at 6am and my underwear was absolutely soaked. I got up and it kept leaking and it was very clear and had no smell. I woke up James and showed him but we still weren’t convinced so I came online here and u all told me to call the hospital so I did. The midwife told me to put a pad on and call the in an hour. I did that and then called them back. I told them that the pad was half full and they told me to come in straight away and bring my hospital bag just in case. James had left for work cause its only about 15 minutes away and I had told him to go and if anything happened I would call him. So I packed my bag with a few stuff and walked to the hospital. I got there and got checked in. They put me in one of the labor rooms a midwife came in to check me. She was really nice and told me not to worry. She did an internal and looked up at me and said: yep your waters have gone! I felt so scared and excited! She also said though that it had broken at some part at the top of my uterus and that’s why it was just leaking and not gushing. I called James and told him to come straight away. The midwife called the doctor in who stripped my membranes (that hurt!) and a lot more water gushed out with some blood. They took my BP and were very worried cause it suddenly shot up and decided to give me pills to lower it, which made me feel sick and drowsy, and gave me the worst headache. They were worried cause I wasn’t contracting and had lost lots of my water and were afraid that the baby might get an infection so after waiting a few hours and nothing happening they decided to take me to the delivery room and put me on a drip to induce me. We started packing bags and I suddenly felt the urge to empty my bowels cause I was cramping. I sat in the toilet but nothing was happening so I decided to stop and go ahead with the room change. By the time we had walked to the other room I felt the same feeling again and suddenly realised that I was having strong contractions and they were coming about 3-4 minutes apart! I was in a lot of pain and I was afraid that because they were coming so close I wouldn’t have time for the epidural. Suddenly the midwife looked worried and checked me asap. I was 4 cm dilated! She told the nurse to call the doctor straight away to give me the epi. I was hurting so much by that point and the contractions were so close together so I started breathing on the gas and air which made me feel like I was drunk so I stopped. I was sitting on the side of the bed getting the epi in and I got sooooo freaked out cause I could hear a woman screaming in the next room like she was being tortured. The doctor finally got the epi in after about 20 minutes and the midwife told me to sit back and relax. I sat back and the epi started working. It was a low dose one so I could still feel everything but it took the edge off the pain. After about an hour they came to top it up and the midwife said she had to leave for a while but would be back in an hour. She said that I should be dilating about a cm an hour so we it would still be about another 4 hours probably. So she left and I was alone in the room with James. About half an hour later I felt urge to push and I couldn’t stop. The epi had almost worn off and I could feel almost everything again and was in so much pain. I told James to get someone ASAP! The midwife came after about 10 minutes and by that time I was hurting and couldn’t stop pushing. She checked me again and looked up and said wow u r 10 cm!!!! She looked so shocked! I had dilated 6 cm in only 2 hours! I begged her for a top up on the epi but she refused. She said that it would be better to do it natural and that it would be over soon if I did. I screamed at her to give me the epi again and she said no cause it would slow things down. I swore at her a bit but then decided id better do what she said. I got up and tried to push on all fours but I was very weak because of the BP pills so I decided to lie down again. I pulled my legs up to me and did it that way. The pain was unbearable and I thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it. I was whimpering and crying and she told me to stop and concentrate and to push with the pain. I stopped crying and concentrated really hard. I was determined to get her out fast! I pushed and pushed and suddenly the head started coming out. She asked me if I wanted to feel it but I didn’t want to I just wanted it over with! The head came out and she told me to pant and stop pushing so that I wouldn’t tear so I did and then told me to give another small push and the body just came out. I was so relieved and felt so good! The placenta came out straight away. Her apgar scores were 9 at one minute and 10 at five. I was so tired though that I just fell back and rested, James held her cause I was too tired and about an hour later I woke up and fed her. She latched on perfectly; she knew exactly what to do! James is so good with her, he’s a natural. We keep looking at her and can’t believe she is here and that she is ours! Looking back now I wouldn’t have done it any other way. It was definitely better that I didn’t get the epidural topped up cause things would’ve slowed down a lot. And I am so proud I did it with the pain! I didn’t get any tears at all and no stretch marks. My labor was only 5 hours long (from when the contractions started) and I only pushed for 40 minutes. I don’t think it could’ve gone any better… I’m so happy I just sit there and stare at her and can’t believe that she is so perfect! James misses the bump though, but it will be at least 4 years until the next!

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Abi's Birth Story

"RazorbackMommy" wrote:

1 a.m. July 27th, 2003 I started to have contractions. There was nothing then all of a sudden they were 1 minute long, 2 minutes apart. After a half an hour I decided to get up and shower, then we went back to lay down to keep timing them….it reached 1:50 and I decided I couldn’t wait the last 10 minutes…and we were on our way!

We got to the hospital…got checked in and they put me in triage. They checked my cervix there and told me I was almost a 5 and said that we were going to be having our baby! Then came the first scare…the bump we were told was the baby’s behind for the last 4 weeks, the nurse said was her head. They brought in the ultrasound machine and the nurse said, “Yup, that’s her head, she’s laying sideways.” I was so confused! They all told us that they could feel her head…and she said all she could see was her heart right there…How could they mistake her chest for her head?! They had Jason fill out all the paperwork for the c-section, they were ready to rush me in there…then she comes in one last time and looks again and says oh look, I had it tilted when I was seeing her heart…if I put it this way it is her head. Talk about being scared!

They asked then if I wanted the epidural and I told them yes. By the time he got there to give it to me, it was about 6:30 and I was at 6 cms. The anesthesiologist came in and started to look my back…he told me because of my weight, it was going to be difficult to get the needle in. He numbed me, put the needle in, hit bone and tried again. He tried 7 times before asking if they had a longer needle for the numbing…at this point I looked up and Jason was sitting on the floor white as a ghost. He got it after 3 more tries…then I was in heaven, lol.

Jason’s parents got there about 9:30 or 10 a.m. At 11 they decided to go ahead and break my water since I was stuck at 6 still. They came in and broke it, then started me on pitocin immediately. Jason’s step dad and our niece, Amber, went to get something to eat at this point. I fell asleep for the next hour, and woke up and was feeling my contractions. I called the nurse to tell them, they came in and told me I was almost at a 9. They uped my epidural and came back about 12:30 and said I was almost at 10 cms. but the baby was high yet and had to move down, if I felt the urge to push, let them know. Five minutes later….I called them saying I felt the urge. My nurse came in a few minutes later and told me I can bare down, but don’t push yet…she got the bed all ready and called for the equipment. Once it was all set up, she told me we were going to start pushing. I pushed for all of 20 minutes and Jason’s mom said at this point she could see her head with a little finger sticking out. About this time, Jason’s step dad and Amber came back and got the shock of their life, lol.

The nurse called for back up and the doctor at this point since they were sure it’d be soon…well the tech gets there and then the front desk calls and says that the doctor said don’t push, and he’s on his way. He’s the one that said the baby’s head had to move down when I was 10 cms, and he left?! So then they told me not to push….which if I didn’t have that epidural, that would of never happened. We waited for the doctor for 45 minutes, he ended up being across town delivering a baby…can’t be mad at him for that Smile He got there, I pushed through 2 contractions and he said that she would be born on the next contraction. The nurses told Jason they’d hold my legs and he could go watch…and he was right! 3 pushes in and her head came out, her cord was wrapped around her neck once. Then he had me push again, and I delivered the rest of her! It wasn’t until the shoulders came out that I tore. They offered to Jason for him to cut the cord, which he had said he didn’t want to…if they had asked one more time I think he would of done it…but they offered it to his mom and she did it, so that was cool. Smile I delivered the placenta right after…what a relieving feeling Smile Then he sewed me up and we got to hold her Smile She was born at 1:59 p.m. central time. She weighed 7 pounds 3 ounces and 20 ½ inches long. It was so amazing…we didn’t even realize we weren’t letting anyone else hold her until they took her away and Jason’s mom mentioned that she hadn’t held her.

They came and got her 2 hours after she was born and said they’d give her a bath and then after a couple of hours she could come back. Well, the nurse came back in and said she wouldn’t be back tonight cause her pulsox was wavering between 95 and 80. It should be at a 100. They had to put her on oxygen. They also told us she had a murmur, which I had one and so did my mother so we figure it’s nothing to worry about. They said that Jason was welcome to come visit her but I couldn’t until my I.V. was out…so I didn’t get to see her until 11 p.m. that night.

We went to visit her on the morning of the 28th. She looked great! The pediatrician came in 2 hours later to tell us they took her off the oxygen cause she was doing so well…but when they did that her pulsox dropped again. They decided to take her to the NICU in the next town for an e.k.g. to make sure everything’s okay.

They let me go before my 24 hours was up to be with her. When we arrived they said her murmur sounded great since they moved her and that she hadn’t needed to be on oxygen since she arrived! She looked great, there didn’t even look like there was a reason for her to be there, lol. I even got to breast feed her while we were there. All she had was her I.V. of antibiotics at that point. They did her e.k.g and it could be back anytime between the 29th and the 31st of July…then hopefully she’ll get to come home with us! We have to take a cpr class before she leaves…which we’re scheduled for the 30th, so I’m sure it will be at least then.

Of course until we get her home, this will be edited!

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So *finally* here is my birth story....Sorry that it is so long-- 16 hours of labor will do that Smile

The Birth of Taya Elise Brickner
Total Labor 16 ½ hours

August 6, 2003
I had a pretty restless night of sleep on Wednesday 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 Smile 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 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 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!

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My suggestion to anyone who wants to go into labor is to go see the movie S.W.A.T. I don’t know if it was the action, the excitement, or Samuel Jackson but it worked for me. Smile

On Friday night I was 1 day overdue and my DH and I took advantage of my mom staying with us and went to see the movie S.W.A.T. at a theater that is just a few minutes from my house. We saw the movie then stopped in the lobby to talk to a teenager working there that I used to teach. After a few minutes of catching up I realized that liquid was running down my leg. I knew it wasn’t urine right away so I said “Sorry we have to go I think my water just broke – I need to go have a baby.” I then scooted out of the theater taking tiny little steps with my thighs clenched together. It was just after 10 pm. (I had never had a fear of my water breaking in public but it wasn’t a big deal to me. I didn’t notice anyone paying any attention and frankly at that time I didn’t really care much!)

We got to the car and I put a towel on the seat and we drove the 5 minutes home to pick up some stuff. DH wanted to go straight to the hospital and I said no, we’re fine, we have time to put some things together, etc. We pulled in the driveway and I got out of the car. As I took a few steps around the car I realized I had blood running down my legs. I went right back to the car while my DH ran in and told my mom, got a few more towels and we went right to the hospital.

Once we got to the hospital we went up through the emergency entrance and were in the L&D area just about 40 minutes after my water had broken. They took me in a little side room right away because of the great amount of blood present. Apparently the blood was very dark in color and there was WAY more of it then there should be. They found the heartbeat with a Doppler which was a real relief considering all the blood. They were a little concerned that the heart rate was so steady, apparently they want to see it vary a bit not stay the same all the time. They did an internal and I was completely effaced and 5 cm dilated.

They put me in a room and a fetal monitor and I continued to bleed a bunch but wasn’t contracting at first. Finally the contractions started at about 11:30. The doctor came about 12:00 and examined me. I was still at 5 cm and he was concerned about and had no definitive answers about the bleeding. He though he felt a bit of the placenta at the edge of the cervix. He thought that an edge of the placenta could be detaching slightly. As the baby’s head cam down into the birth canal it would hopefully put pressure on the loosening area and stem the bleeding. The baby’s heartbeat was now showing the desired amount of variation and my blood pressure and pulse were strong. When I asked about an epidural he said I should get it right away. I wanted to make sure I had it in place in case the bleeding turned into a problem and I had to have a C-section. That way there would be no delay and I wouldn’t need a general if it turned into an emergency.

The epidural went in easily at about 1 am. It was boosted twice; once at about 3 am then again at 5 am. The contractions varied in intensity and spacing. Sometimes they were about 2 ½ minutes apart sometimes more like 4 minutes. Each one seemed to last about 40 to 60 seconds. The bleeding had just about tapered off by about 2 am, which was a real relief.

My nurse was very hesitant to do an internal until I felt the need to push because of the earlier bleeding. At about 5 am she finally checked and I was fully effaced and about 7-8 cm dilated. I started to push just before 6 am and when the doctor checked I was at 10 cm. I pushed for about 30 to 45 minutes. Things were going along slowly and the doctor was sitting off to the side doing chart notes. The nurse came and pushed my legs up farther. I swear it felt like she forced my knees into my eyeballs. At first I was like “what are you doing!?!??!” but almost immediately I felt the head really start to come out. She said to my doctor “you better suit up, were going to have a baby here”. My doctor was totally caught off guard and had to rush into the delivery get up. After that it took about 2 pushed to get the head out and one more for the shoulders and it was over!

Delia Joan was born at 6:26 am on August 9th. She weighed 8 lbs 2 oz and was 21 inches long.


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The birth of Caden Riley...

The initial contractions began at around 3:00am Saturday (08-09). I tried to sleep through them, but I ended getting up at about 4:40am, where I found the contractions to be 5-7 minutes apart. I waited about an hour and then decided to wake Tony up. He thought I should call my midwives. The midwife on call told me to wait until they got to be so painful that I couldn’t walk or talk through them. We decided to go back to bed, and I actually fell asleep. At about 1:30pm, I realized that the contractions had just about stopped. I had a few contractions on Saturday evening/night.

Sunday (08-10) I had a few more contractions throughout the morning, So Tony and I decided to go walking at the mall. We walked for about an hour, but then we had to leave because Tony had to work. We both thought I should go with him to work just to be safe. (He is a manager for a restaurant delivery service, so he drives.) I started getting the contractions again, this time about 2-3 minutes apart, although they weren’t overly painful. I called the midwives again, and the one on call this time, Ellen, decided to have me come in since I was GBS+, and if I were in labor I would need the antibiotics.

He dropped me off at home so I could pack the final necessities, and he could finish his delivery. We got to the hospital about 9:00pm, and I was indeed having contractions. She checked me and I was 2cm, but the baby was still really high. That was good for me though, because at my appointment on Friday (08-08 ) I was only 1cm. So Ellen told us to walk the halls for two hours to see if anything more would happen. So we started walking at 10pm. At midnight we went back to the triage room to be checked. I had progressed to 3cm. She told me if I wanted I could go back home and labor more, but she said we could end up having to turn around and come back in a couple of hours. So we decided to stay.

We got admitted at about 12:30am Monday (08-11) morning, and I had the best nurse, Wendy. She got my IV in with hardly any pain! (You know this was a major worry of mine!) They started my antibiotics then. I had on and off contractions all night, and finally tried to rest. She checked me before I went to sleep and I was 3 1/2 -4cm, but the baby was still very high up (-2 station). So I fell asleep. The next midwife, Geri, came in at 7am. I awoke with no contractions. They had completely stopped. Frustrated and upset, Geri explained my options. I could just go home and wait, or they could start pitocin. Seeing as we had already been at the hospital for 12 hours, and thinking the pitocin would really help me, I decided to stay and start pitocin.

At 10:30am, pitocin was started very slowly. Every time they would up the dose, I would have nice strong regular contractions, but after a while, I would seem to become immune or something to the drug! All day I had pitocin, but there was no change in my cervix!! They wouldn’t break my water because they were afraid of cord prolapse. But I was not going to progress unless they broke my water!

At 7pm, midwife Tanya comes in. At this point, I have gone through three midwives! I had been there a loong time!! She is not able to come and see me until about 8:30pm. She checks me and still not much progress! She comes in at 9:45pm to check me again. She has her hand up there, and I am trying not to feel the pain when suddenly a HUGE gush of warm fluid rushes from my body! It felt like hot tub water! It was really warm, and it felt almost comforting to know that my water was finally broken. The fluid also had a very unique smell. Almost like the smell of Tony and I blended together. I think it was really neat. My tummy had been reduced in size by half just from having the membranes ruptured!

From that point on, my contractions began to come on very hard and strong. Tony was amazing support for me. He kept reminding me to breathe through the contractions. A couple of times I lost it and didn’t breathe. I was ranting and raving. But I realized that I felt better afterward when I kept control of myself. The pain was too intense though. I wanted an epi. The nurse told me that I had to have a bag of fluids before the epi just in case my B/P drops. So I had to wait about 20 minutes. That was sheer torture. I even had to go to the bathroom during this period, and it was so hard! I like three major contractions in the time it took me to go to the bathroom! But when I came back to the bed, all the water was cleaned up, and I got in a dry gown. That was a lot better.

Finally the epi nurse came, and that was pretty hard to endure. It wasn’t as bad as my epi with my first DS, but still hard to deal with. I had three contractions while she was inserting it, and it took every ounce of strength in my body to maintain the position. She told me to take my mind somewhere else. So the whole time I was getting the epi, I just kept singing in my head over and over “Viva Laaas Vegas”! LOL Finally it was over, but it took a minute to kick in. Now I don’t know if the dose was too low, or if it was in wrong or what, but I could still feel a lot of pressure and tightening of my uterus.

I wasn’t really able to keep track of time at this point, but a nurse came in to check me and I was up to 8cm! I know she had broken my water less than an hour before. I was still feeling immense pressure and tightening, but they said that was normal. About 10 minutes later, I really felt bad pressure. I could hardly stand it. So I asked to be checked again and I was at 10cm!! Tanya was in another delivery at that point, so they asked me to try some practice pushes. I could feel the pressure when I pushed, and it actually felt good to be able to bare down with the contractions. So after about 30 minutes of the pushes, Tanya came in. I asked for a mirror, but you couldn’t see his head yet. She got all suited up and they removed the bottom of the bed. I pushed again, and I could see him crowning! It was getting more painful as he moved down. On the third contraction since Tanya got in the room, I was pushing so hard and I started to feel like I was ripping apart! I found myself screaming as loud as I could when I looked in the mirror and his head was out! I was in such intense pain, all I could say was “get him out”! So she told me to push again, and with more agonizing pain and horrible screaming my son was born at 11:53pm! She laid him on my chest and the first words out of my mouth were “That was SO painful. OH MY GAWD.” As soon as I said that, Caden looked up at me! It was amazing! He didn’t even cry until they put a blanket on him and started to wipe him off. Then he just cried lightly. I got to hold him for about 30 minutes then they took him over to the warming bed to be weighed. Then he started screaming his head off! He had been cozy with Mommy!

I asked Tanya if I tore, and at first she said no. But then she looked and said, “Oh I guess you need one stitch.” So I asked her if I could have anesthesia, and she said, “Well you only need one stitch, so you can have one poke with lots of stinging and burning, or just two plain pokes.” So I opted for the two plain pokes. Turns out I really needed seven stitches, two of which were in the muscle. Well she couldn’t give me any pain medicine after she had already started sewing, so I had seven stitches with no drugs! It was horrible! I felt every inch of it!

All in all, I had a good experience considering I was very scared to be at this hospital. But every one was really nice and I had a pretty good experience. The only thing that sucked was that my son wasn’t born until about 27 hours after I had arrived there! But he is beautiful, and he is such an angel! Only cries for food! I am very grateful to have a happy healthy new son! Thank you for sharing in the birth of Caden Riley.

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Friday August 8-This was my 39 wk appt at which time I was 2 cm and 75% effaced. I had the doc go ahead and strip my membranes. I had some pretty strong contractions that day, but they fizzled out and I continued waiting. I went to to work on the 11th as usual.

Tuesday August 12th-Was a typical morning for me. I got up and worked out like I had been for the past 2 wks straight hoping that this would speed things up. I went into work as usual. I ate a big bowl of fresh pineapple at about noon. At this point I was only working half days, so I usually leave work at 2. At 1pm I felt like I was having a really bad upset stomach and didn't think anything of it because last time I ate a bunch of pineapple I also got a very upset stomach. I left work at 2 and went home and kept complaining of my tummy ache. I layed down in bed a bit and then decided that I might actually be in labor. I started timing my "belly ache pains" and sure enough they were about every 10-12 mins. I had had so many false alarms, that I wasn't getting too excited yet. I told Trey and my mom that I might be in labor. At this point I got in the shower and was in there about 45 mins and it felt so good. I was pretty sure at this point I was in labor so I started really timing my contractions and they were about 7 mins apart. For the next two hours Trey, my mom and myself sat around the table and put a puzzle together while we timed my contractions. Once they were 4 mins apart I called my doc and she had me go ahead and head into the hospital. It was about 7pm. At my first check I was 4 cm dialated and 100% effaced so of course I was a keeper. They sent me to a L and D room and I again got in the shower for about another half hour. They checked me again at about 11 and now I was 6. I'm sure I was approaching transition, but I could not take the pain anymore so I gave in and asked for an epidural.

It took a few mins for the doc to come and administer the epidural. I progressed another half cm. Having contractions while getting the epidural was probably the hardest thing I had to do up to that point. She put the first one in and after a while realized she had it in a time for a second epidural. She got this one in and I layed back down and waited for the medicine to kick in. Well my right side was totally numb, but I could feel everything on my left side, so she pumped in some more medicine and I layed on my left side to help it adsorb. Finally I got some relief. It was about 1am and at this point I was 7 cm so they decided to break my water. There was meconium in the fluid so I also had to have an amino infusion. The nurse told me to try and rest, so I dozed and woke up to a bunch of nurses and the attending rushing into my room. Apparently I had just had 5 strong contractions in a row and the babies hb had dropped dangerously low. They hurried up and had me sign the consent for a c-section, as they thought for sure I was going to need one. They gave me a shot of terbutelene to stop my contractions and this seemed to help. Isabella's hb went back up....the only bad thing is that my contractions stopped. This was about 0130 or 0145. At that point I was 8 cm. When my contractions did start again I could feel them so the doc came in and did some things with my catheter and decided I needed yet another epidural. I had such relief from the pain that I new I couldn't due the rest of labor without the epidural. She got the THIRD epidural in and again I had the hot spot where I could feel everthing so she came back and gave me another dose of meds. This was probably around 0330. During all this time Isabella's hb continued to bottom out, then come back up. It was so very scary. Finally they found a position that she liked and that is how I stayed until I was ready to push. The nurse was getting ready to go to lunch, so she checked me and I was 9cm. At about 0400 I felt like I needed to push. I called for the nurse that took over my nurses spot for her lunch break and she checked me and sure enough I was complete. I finally got to start to pushing at about 0420 after my nurse got back and my doctor got there (she had been there since 0200 because Isabella was in such distress). I pushed a few times and during this time my catheter for my epidural fell out and let me tell you, I could definately tell. I pushed for almost an hour an a half and finally my doc said the babies heart rate wasn't stable enough so she wanted to get her out quickly and asked me if using a vaccum was ok. I was up for anything that would make her delivery go faster. I had already been pushing for so long and in between I was throwing up. They used the vaccum to get her to crown and then I did the rest of the work on my own. At 0557 on August 13 Isabella finally graced the world with her presence. I didn't get to hold her as she had to be examined by the NICU team first since she had meconium and drop in heart rate. They worked on her for about 5 mins and finally she was able to cry. OMG what a glorious sound! She weighed 6 lbs 14 oz and is 21 inches long. Apparently she had a very short cord and this is why she was in so much distress. It took 20 mins for my placenta to separate from the uterine wall, so that was another 20 mins of contractions. During that time the doc was sewing up my first degree tear. I tore up toward my clitoris rahter than down toward my perineum. They gave me some pain medication and I could finally relax and hold my beautiful daughter.

My birth experience was a very scary one. It was traumatic for both me and Isabella. Our recovery has been very long and painful. Isabella would not nurse so for the first 24 hours of life she did not eat. We finally had to give her some formula on her second day of life. All she wanted to do was sleep and this was because of how traumatic delivery was for her. We finallly got to bring her home on Friday at a whopping 6lbs 5 oz. She had almost lost too much weight to come home.

The last words I leave you with is that I never knew it was possible to love someone so much as I love my daughter. There is not anyway that anyone could ever put into words the love I feel. What a miracle

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Well on Friday afternoon I started having some minor contractions.. no biggie.. well I went to lay down around 5 pm and started to do a kick count... Well nothing then 6 pm still nothing 7 pm still nothin.. bout that time I started getting bad contrax.. so I called my dr ( the on call dr called me back since my dr was on vacation)and told him that I wasn't feelin her move at all. So I went into L&D at 8:30 that night. They said she was movin but so slightly that they wanted to monitor me for a few.. they came in gave me things to drink I thought it was no big deal we were planning on stoppin for Popeyes Chicken on the way home that night. I had been there for about 1.5 hours then the dr on call came in.. He said "welllllll here's the deal, she has been having the decelrations in her heart rate again.. so far in the last 90 minutes I have counted 60. Soooo here is what I think, if you were MY WIFE I would do it NOW. Everything LOOKS ok but you n ever know how these things can turn on you I don't feel comforatable in letting you go home until we deliver the baby."
At this point I KNEW what Brent would say so i just looked at him and said well you made our Decision for us when you used the words IF YOU WERE MY WIFE... So we stayed hooked to the monitors allllll night and he kept us informed.. her heart rate decelled all night off and on. He was so concerned that something would turn that he stayed an extra shift to make sure I was ok.. (this wasn't even MY dr.) He was the on call dr... I didn't sleep all night neither did Brent and when they made me go to sleep they gave me Ambien.. I woke up at 5:45 in the morning took a shower QUICKLY then got back on the monitors... He tried to get me in in the morning but someone had to go have by pass surgery STAT so I said I could wait if he thought she would be ok waiting. He said she looked ok.. So at around 3:40 pm they came in in a rush all these nurses and drs and anestesia people were there... it was so quick.. I was wondering why they were rushing so fast.. they threw brent his scrubs and told him to hurrry.. my pastor hardly had time to pray for us b4 they took us back. I got into the OR at 3:33pm it took 2 tries to get my spinal block in.. at 3:55 Brent got into the room. The Dr was already there ready to go.. She was born at 4:04.. it took awhile to get through the scar tissue from my last c/s.. he didn't want to do a classical incision so he said he was goin to do another bikini cut... She got an 8 and 9 on her apgars she was 6 pounds 9 oz 19 inches long head was 13 3/8 around..... her lungs were FINE.. I cried when I heard her first cry.. it was wonderful..
Well after they puled her out they found what was causing the decelerations in her heart rate. there was a TRUE KNOT in her cord the size of a golf ball maybe a bit bigger. The Dr told us that she wouldn't have made it to this Thursday's scheduled c/s and that he was glad I was a paraanoid mommy that listened to myself to know that something wasn't right. He said it isn't very often he sees knots like that...she just kept rolling over and over to make it that tight.
So we spent a few days in the hospital and now we are home.. I am sore and on demoral since the crampiness is harder with #2 then #1 but I can walk around it is just hard at first to get goin...but overall I would do it again.. The breast feeding is going very well also.

Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers they worked

Sheryl Brent Kumiko and baby Kohana

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Birth Story of Fritz Johannes McWhirter

On Thursday, July 31, 2003 I awoke to severe lower back pain. It lasted what seemed 10 minutes and then went away. I had been anxiously wondering when I may go into labor, and knew that lower back pain could be a sign.
It was almost 7 am and Dewey was still asleep. I knew he would be getting up soon to go to work, and he had told me that he should be done around 1 pm. So I thought I wouldn’t tell him, just incase I was wrong, and I didn’t want him to miss work since I knew they were already short a person.
I tried to sleep again, but my back would start hurting again. It was the same sort of discomfort I felt when I menstruated. I was unable to get comfortable while lying down, so I knew it wasn’t because of undue pressure on my back. At 8 am I got up and had used the restroom. There was what seemed to be bloody show. Again since I had never experienced this before I was unsure if I was right. I ate a small breakfast, just incase this was the day.
As I tried to watch T.V. I noted that the pain was coming every 5 minutes. Sometimes it did not hurt as much as it had. I had my 39 week and 5 day appointment scheduled for 10 am that morning. So I got ready to go. I finally removed the plastic from the crib mattress and put a sheet on. I debated on whether I should call my mom and warn her. I decided not, again, just in case I was wrong.
I was able to drive without any problem the pain was really manageable. Once at my appointment I told them what I thought was going on. Dr. Levitt came to check me and asked how far did I want to be dilated. I told him I didn’t know, because I was hoping for a lot but didn’t want him to fudge for me. He said I was 4-5 cm dilated. He commented that my body felt hot, and that I was in active labor. I was very excited and nervous. By now when the contractions occurred they radiated down my legs.
Now the hard part came: I wanted to deliver at a hospital that was 40 minutes away without traffic, and his office was just a few feet from another hospital. We wanted Emory Eastside because our insurance would only charge us $250. If we went to Dekalb Medical Center it would cost us $250 plus 10% of all the costs. Dr. Levitt understood this.
He told me to call my insurance and ask if they would waive the charge because this was an emergency. I was in active labor. (I felt fine, and thought I could drive myself.) I tried, and my insurance said flatly “No”, they would not discuss it. Dr. Levitt had his nurse work on it for me, and she talked to the insurance commissioner and I was told that everything would be taken care of. If I receive a bill, do not pay it, contact them.
In the meantime I had paged Dewey and told him what was going on. Dr. Levitt said I would have this baby by sundown. The nurse said I was doing great, she had seen women at 4 cm screaming, and I was still walking around and talking. Dewey sounded caught off guard when I told him that I was in active labor. He was done with his work, but was waiting on the attending to sign off on something, so he would leave shortly. He needed to go home and grad some things for him, and my bag. This was almost 11 am.
Once everything was settled I got my papers and walked over to the hospital. I called my mom to tell her, and left a message at Dewey’s parents. I was quite nervous. As I walked to admitting I was almost in tears.
I was quickly put in my room, and hooked up to a monitor to watch baby’s heartbeat with my contractions. I would only need this on for 20 mins. every hour. I was given some juice, which surprised me because I had heard that you were only allowed ice chips while in labor. I called a few more people to tell them what was happening, and because I was still waiting for Dewey. The T.V. was on my favorite soap opera, but I couldn’t concentrate on watching it.
I was put on my side because the baby’s heart rate was not doing what they wanted. Dewey finally showed up with an arsenal of things. The Dr. showed up and broke my water. I was nervous, but it didn’t hurt, it was just warm and sorta yucky. Around 3 pm I was in constant pain. I was writhing around the bed, and Dewey was doing his best to rub my back, and help me relax. It felt like the contractions were never ending, so I finally asked for the epidural. I had waited too long. They got me into the leaning position and I started to feel like I needed to push. The pain was so bad that I didn’t notice what was going on around me, and was squeezing Dewey. I did know that the pain would have been 10 times worse if he had not been there.
They told me to lie down on my left side, and hold my legs. Luckily I was able to do this without moving and got the epi. I thought it would be instant, but it took a few minutes. If the anesthieologist had stayed a minute longer I would have thanked her more! I could not feel anything!
The Dr. came back around 5 and said that they could let me push. They had to teach me, because I really could not feel what I was doing. After a little bit they brought in a mirror, and I saw his head! Dewey was watching the whole thing. They told me to stop because he was about to be born and the Dr. was not there.
Fritz was born at 6:27 pm weighing 8 lbs and was 20 ½” long. As he came out the dr. told me to open my eyes so I could see. And I saw this dark blue body coming out of my body, and I was shocked that we had really made a baby. Then everyone started saying it’s a boy and I kept saying “Really?” I couldn’t believe that we had been right. When the dr. was cleaning him, he asked if I heard him, Fritz. I said no because his squeaks were so quiet at first. They laid him on my belly so that Dewey and I could marvel over our creation.

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August 5, 2003 6:30AM
I was sleep and felt a small gush, I thought I had peed on myself, but when I stood up I did have the urge to pee and nothing else came out. I went to the bathroom anyway and my panties were wet but it was clear and did not smell.
So here I go thinking that I will be going into labor soon, but nothing happens. Went to work and still no real contractions. Call the midwife and she tells me to get some sleep and come in the office tomorrow.

August 6, 2003
Still nothing happens during the night and I go to the birthcenter and I am only 1cm dilated and my cervic was really thick. She told me to get two homeopathic remedies Pulsatilla and Caulaphyllum and to walk. I get the homeopathics and take a two hour walk in the mall. Still nothing. I call a natualpathic doctor and he had me change how I was taking the homeopathics and added somethings. Still nothing until about 1AM the next day.
August 7, 2003
By about 4am the pain is really getting to me and I'm not sure if I can do this au natural. The contractions are about 3-5 apart. The only thing that gives me relief is sitting on the toilet or taking a shower. I call the midwife and it is the mean one that I didn't like on call and she says I don't sound like I'm in active labor and to give it some more time and call the other midwife at 8 am. I call the other midwife at 8 and she tells me to come on in.
When I get there at 9 I am 7-8 centermeters Smile I could not believe it. I just knew I was stuck at 4 like I had been with Madisyn. They have a hard time putting in my IV and the fluid went into my arm causing it to swell. It took 4 tries before they found a vein that worked. Contratractions were still pretty intense, but not really coming any faster then3-5 minutes. After about 3hours and no change, the midwife starts talking about transfering me to the hospital to see why I was not progressing. Her concern was because my membranes had been ruptured for so long and the fact that my labored had stalled so wanted to be safe and not risk a serious problem with the baby. Of course I start crying because I know the c-cection was coming and I felt sooooooo bad because I had made it this far to end up having a c-cection. Anyway the nurse that was assisting the midwife was trying to be positive and told me to think about birthing that baby naturally and to not let my mind go straight to the c-cection, but I think I was so tired after anticipating something to happen since the day before yesterday that I couldn't focus. We drive to the hospital and they check me again and no change so the doctor on call says there is no reason to start pit on me and to go with the c-cection. I start crying again.
They bring Jorge his scrub outfit and the nurse shave me and put in my foley which was painful and felt like it wasn't in right. They wheel me down to the OR and the midwife is able to be in there with me. They try to do a spinal and after poking me five times he tries the epi. He gets that in but once they lay me down the medicine is not going through so they tell me that they have to put me under general. I really start crying then because they do not let other people be in there with you when you are under general so Jorge did not get to see his little girl being born.
Brooklyn Paige was born at 5:46pm but I didn't get to see her until 10pm. She was 8lbs 8oz which is bigger then what I was expecting and she is beautiful. Even though things didn't go the way that I wanted she was worth all of the pokes bruises I got and I did find out that I can get pass 4 centimeters.

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Well, I followed my DR's instructions on Saturday morning. I was 4 days past my due date and knew that she was on call. Once again I had problems feeling the baby but at this point it was nothing new. I told her that ans she had me come into triage AGAIN. This time she was the one who actually came and checked me. She pulled the curtain around and very quietly looked at me and said, well you are still the same, lets stip some membranes. After that she decided to go ahead and see if she could break my water with her fingers. She then looked and me and said "there now you are 4cm" when I got up to go to the bathroom there was a nice wet spot on the bed where I had been laying and there was no doubt that she had in fact been able to break my water.

The Labor and Delivery floor was full so they moved someone out of a room and up to the 6th floor after having their baby so that I could have the room. After sitting on the nice little white pad for an hour, we discovered that the amniotic fluid was tinged green. So on the monitors I went. I thought that I could make it through with no pain meds....I was wrong. Because I had to be hooked up to the monitor and so did the baby, I could not use the tub and the shower and things like that which I was planning on doing to control some of the pain. I used the narcotics, a shot in the leg and some in the IV. The evening went fairly well...The next time they checked me, which was about 10, I was up to about 8 cm. That was my last dose of pain meds, they also put the baby on an internal monitor because we kept losing her with just the belly one.

About 2:45 My DR came in and told me that when ever I was ready to I could start pushing. And I SOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to push by this point. I pushed hard and long for about 2 hours and decided that I just could not do it any more. I was willing to allow the help of forcepes or the vacuum. My DR came in at about 5:20 and told me that the baby was still WAY too far up to use either device. She had me do a couple of really hard pushes and discovered that the Baby's head was starting to swell because it was hitting something that was not letting her through. At that point, she explained to me that because of the position of my spine and my pelvis that she simply was not going to come out this way. So, they set me up for a C-section.

I went in at 5:50 and it took them 25 minutes to get the spinal in. That was HORRIBLE!!! I sat there hunched over while still having full blown contractions that I could not push through and the nurse kept telling me to be as still as possible. At the same time telling me that she thinks that this is going to be a 9 pound baby. The numbness finally kicked in and Isabella was born at 6:30 they took her right away to be checked out by the special care peds because of the green amniotic fluid. She was just fine. My husband actually made his way to the table and got to see my uterus outside of my body and did not faint. I was SO proud of him.

She is the perfect little baby, cries very little eats very well and sleeps for hours at a time. When we left to hospital she was down to 6 pounds 12 ounces. She is just a little peanut. We love her so much and she is worth every ounce of pain.

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Hi everyone, Ryan is sleeping and the two older kids are playing so I thought I would get this posted!!

I was induced on August 7th, 2 days past my due date because the doctors believed I was once again having a big baby and I had a history of going over a week late with my other two, so here goes...

August 6 -- I went into the hospital for two hours to have the gel placed into my cervix. This was to help ssoften things up for the induction. All went well and was sent home that afternoon. We dropped the kids off at the in'laws that night and went home to get a good night sleep.

August 7 -- I was at the hospital at 7:30am ready to be induced. After filling out all the paper work and all the pitocin drip was started at 8:15am. Well nothing much happened for two hours, they kept upping the pit. but contractions weren't really doing anything and I was only 2 cm and very high, the baby wasn't interested in coming down. Mark and I were preparing for a long day when my doctor came in at 10:30 am and broke my water. Well that worked!! Within 30 minutes my contractions were coming every 2-5 minutes and lasting 45 seconds or so. The pain was not bad and so I figured I would put off an epidural for as long as possible... Well lo and behold the nurse checked me at noon and I was at 4-5 cm and the contractions were starting to get pretty intense. Went ahead and got the epidural around 12:45pm. I chickened out on the waiting, still thinking I had 5 hours or so of labor or more. Anyways the nurse checked me at 2:30pm and I was at 8-9 cm. The epidural was working too well, I couldn't feel a thing even when she was checking me and my right leg was a total dead weight. I asked to have it turned down, but it was too late by 3pm I was 10 cm and ready to push. It all went very fast after that. I started pushing at 3:15 and Ryan Jacob was born at 3:44pm, weighing in at an even 10 pounds. He was absolutely perfect, lots of black hair and just beautiful. Got 9 and 9 aon his Apgar.

I on the other hand was rung out. I had to push out the placenta which I didn't with the first two kids.. I guess I was losing a bit too much blood so I had to get a shot in the butt of something that would stem the bleeding. I gather my blood pressure dipped a bit too. Found out later that that is common with subsequent pregnancies. The uterus doesn't contract as hard from being so stretched out. That was all not a big deal.

Stayed in the hospital for two days. Turned out I was getting a bad headache while I was there and thought I was the rare person who got a spinal headache from the epidural. After discussions with the doctors it was determined that I had strained all my neck and shoulder muscles from pushing out Ryan and his 10 pund self. It was only about two days ago that I felt my muscles starting to go back to somewhat normal. Mark had to do alot since I could barely pick up the baby earlier in the week. I'm still popping Tylenol and Motrin because the inflammation of the muscles causes a nasty throbbing headache when I bend over. Such fun!! Doctors say it will go away with time......

Still only feel about 85% but life goes on and you deal. Zachary and Sydney are loving there brother Rye-Rye as they call him!!!!

DS 10/28/96
DD 7/7/99
Ryan Jacob 8/7/03

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The birth story of SKYLAR FAITH

Aug. 5, 2003
7:30am----Check into the hospital for my scheduled induction.
8:00am----Hooked up to monitors, and recieve my IV. They had to monitor the baby for an hour before they could actually begin pitocin.
9:00am----Pitocin is started and upped every 20 minutes.
Noon----Doctor comes in to check my progress and break my water. Dilated to 2cm and 80% effaced.
2:00pm----Recieve epidural. Now I have to lay on my right side. I have a defect in my spine that causes the epidural to only numb the left side, so by lying on the right it helps this somewhat.
3:00pm----Nurse comes in and tells me that I have a fever of 102 and that my doctor wants to start antibiotics immediately.
3:30pm----Nurse comes in to put in a catheter to drain my blatter. While lying on my back, my blood pressure drops extremely low and I pass out.
My husband later informs me that they hurried and rolled me back to my side to get me to come too.
5:00pm----Blood pressure continues to drop lower and lower. Baby's heart rate starts to slow. Iam now put on oxygen.
6:00pm----Now dilated to 4 cm!! (wow Im slow). But Im fully effaced. The baby's heart rate is still slowing down, and my fever is still high. They decide to "refill" my bag of waters with saline. This helped relieve pressure on the umbilical cord, and helped to bring my fever down.
7:00pm----Have to have the epidural taken out and moved to a new location so that I could get better relief.
8:00pm----Epidural works much better this time. Now dilated to 6cm.
9:30pm----I begin to shake and shiver uncontrollably. This is how I know that I am ready to push. Tell husband to get the nurse.
9:45pm----Nurse confirms that I am ready to push, and rushes out to call the doctor.
10:00pm---Doctor arrives and I am prepped to begin pushing.
10:18pm----Skylar flies into the world after ONE push!!!!! No tearin, cuttin, or stitches needed!!! Biggrin

We had to stay in the hospital until Friday Aug.8. Since I had a fever during delivery they were concerned with infection for both me and Skylar. I had to have 2 days worth of antibiotics, and Skylar just had to be monitored closely. After she was born, the fever stopped and didnt return. :?: Skylar did very well in the hospital, except for loosing quite a bit of weight. Her pediatrician just had us return on Monday for a weight check and she was fine! At her 2 week check she was back up to 9 pounds. (8lbs 10oz at birth).
We are doing great. I feel WONDERFUL. She is nursing like a trooper and our other 2 girls LOVE her! Our family is now complete and we couldnt be happier!!!

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My Birth Story

I walked into my house and looked around, things were different somehow. It felt like a year since I had been here. It was Sunday afternoon and to just think that last week at this time I was complaining about being pregnant. Yet now, I kind of missed my round belly. I looked around at the mess that was everywhere. I had tried to frantically to get everything cleaned up before he came home but just ended up making the house worse. Something was different, I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

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I woke up on the 14th of August at around 4:00am because I felt strange. I realized that I needed to throw up, something that I can’t remember doing since I was a small child. I ran to the bathroom and threw up the best that I could then lied down on the floor almost in tears calling for Greg because my stomach hurt. He ran to get me some water. I got back to sleep and at around 8:00am I felt a contraction. I ignored it as I had been having these contractions for weeks. Then I had a couple of more. Suddenly I felt a lot of pain and jumped out of bed to the bathroom. I had diarrhea. I still tried to go back to bed but told Greg, “I really think that I may be going into labor.”

Greg, who has only had a few hours of sleep at that point, didn’t seem to comprehend what I was saying. I just tried to go back to bed but kept having contractions. I started timing them myself and they were about 12 minutes apart. They kept getting closer and a bit more painful. I finally, just nearly screamed at Greg, “You need to get out of bed now and help me time these.” I just couldn’t do it myself.

I ate four pieces of toast and had I known what would be in store I would have eaten some more. Honestly though, I started thinking, “Well, I am thinking he should be here by midnight.” Right now I had to wait. I sat on the birthing ball, took a shower, made a couple of phone calls, updated my journal, and tried to keep my mind off of the contractions. When they were about 4 minutes apart I called the hospital and was told to come in. We took our time getting ready to go as I knew that even when we got there it would be awhile.

The car ride was miserable. Of course, Greg had to stop to buy cigarettes but I needed a bottle of water so I couldn’t complain too much. I tried to listen to music and focus on that as opposed to my comfort level. I just remember pushing on the roof of the car and feeling really sick watching the traffic on the freeway.

We got to the hospital and had to check in with antenatal. They had me pee in a cup which was hell as my mother called me and would not leave me alone. I was in the middle of having a contraction when I told her I would call her when we got a room. I ended up hanging up on her as she just wouldn’t stop talking. I noticed that I was starting to lose my mucous plug. My mother ended up meeting us in antenatal as I was hooked up to monitors. My contractions were coming at about 2 minutes apart and I just hated being strapped to the bed. Finally the midwife came in to check me and I was at 4 cm. I was pleased to know that as that was my goal for arriving at the hospital. I was being admitted to a room about 2:00pm.

At this point, Greg’s mom, Glenda, had arrived and we all got settled into room 127. I immediately tried out the rocking chair and that helped my contractions immensely. I sent Greg back home for pillows as I really wanted my own. Of course he came back with them but with no pillow cases. It’s amazing at what is going to really annoy you when you’re in labor. Thankfully Glenda had her husband bring me some pillow cases.

The nurse came in to get me settled and it was back to the monitors. This annoyed me greatly as I felt that I just got off them. I felt like I was sitting there forever when finally she came back and drew me a bath. That felt good. Really good. I sat through several contractions. Thankfully there was never ending hot water as I think I was in and out of the bath 5 or 6 times. I handled the contractions but hadn’t expected them to hurt that bad. I always had debilitating periods and just thought that contractions would feel similar. At one point I thought that I should explore my pain relief options but was afraid that using drugs would cause a panic attack or make me feel funny. The midwife came in to talk to me about it and I decided to just wait and see how dilated I was. She told me to call her when I was ready to be checked. I decided to wait it out as long as I could. Everyone told me I was breathing through the contractions well so I figured that I could make it.

Shift change came and the next nurse sent me walking around the track. Walking was better than sitting in the tub. Greg and I walked so often that he got tired! I didn’t notice my contractions strengthening but it was easier to breath through them. The moms were starting to get on my nerves. I really wanted them there; I just didn’t want them to say anything.

Every hour they monitored me then they needed to monitor me on the bed again. That was the worst. It sounds ridiculous, but I had developed a fear of the bed. They strapped me in but this time noticed that there was a dip in Ethan’s heart rate. This was of course a problem but at the time I just didn’t think about it. I just didn’t want to be stuck laboring in the bed. The nurse kept switching my position but there was still a dip in his heart rate at times. It was looking like I was going to have to be stuck in bed. At this point, I started talking about an epidural. If I had to stay in bed there was no way that I could sit through these contractions in bed.

Suddenly the anesthesiologist couldn’t come soon enough. Greg filled out my consent form for the epidural and at one point I yelled, “I just want some drugs.” Greg yelled back, “The sooner I fill out this form, the sooner you get the drugs.” Men will never understand labor.

All of my fears of being poked in the back went away. I just remember staring into Greg’s eyes and at that moment I saw all the love in the world. I was going to make it. I couldn’t even feel the whole procedure and the anesthesiologist talked the whole time telling me what he was doing but I couldn’t hear him.

The epidural was in place and things got a lot better. The midwife really wanted me to try and take a nap but it was still really hard. Instead mom and Greg fell asleep. The lights were off and I just tried to relax as much as possible. I probably relaxed a little too much. I had made it to 7 centimeters before I had an epidural and the epidural kept me at 7 centimeters. The midwife came in to break my bag of waters. She did it in the dark but later I wished she had turned the light on as we would have known that Ethan had passed meconium.

Breaking my water didn’t help anything so they started pitocin. I was a little worried about it but at that point I was in labor for nearly 24 hours that I just didn’t care. My labor still wasn’t progressing, and the midwife decided to put on internal monitors. I wasn’t thrilled with it, but was in no mood to argue and at the time she had a reason for it that sounded good.

Either the pitocin or the epidural wore off. I kept re-dosing my epidural but nothing would happen. The nurse called anesthesiologist to re-dose the epidural. I only helped for a little while. About 8:00 I asked the new nurse if I could re-dose it again and she was going to do that when I started to complain that I felt constipated and that the contractions were really starting to hurt. She told me that she was going to go get the midwife. It felt like an eternity but a midwife came in to check me and I was complete!!! Unfortunately Ethan was barely at 0 station and the midwife warned me that it was going to take awhile to push him out but she wanted me to start pushing! I was so excited! I called out to Greg to wake up (my mom had been up for awhile and unfortunately Greg’s mom had gone to work). Greg lifted his head than fell back asleep. I was a little irritated but then he says, “Well, your not pushing now, I’ll get up when you start.” I had to let it go and just accept that he was tired.

The nurse came in to get me started pushing. She kept telling me what an excellent pusher I was and that he should be here sooner than I think. I pushed him from 0 station to +4 in about 45 minutes. I felt him moving down the entire time. All I could do was imagine that I was having the largest BM ever and it seemed to work. Pushing felt good in some ways as the contractions were easier to deal with and even when told to “rest” through one, I couldn’t fight the urge to push.

Then I felt like he just stopped and wouldn’t go any further. I pushed so hard and she kept moving me into different positions. Then two different midwives came in and had me pushing in all kinds of different positions. I was on top of the birthing ball, against a squat bar, on each side, in a “cat” position. It took so much energy and I just kept saying, “He’s not going to come out.” I was really getting frustrated as everyone kept saying that he was right there practically coming out. Apparently what was really going on was that I would push him a little out of my vagina and then he would slip back in. The reason for all of this is that he was face up. Now, I know the important difference between anterior and posterior.

After two hours of pushing, one of the midwives suggested a vacuum. I was a little apprehensive and started to ask questions and she started to answer them, then it occurred to me, that I just wanted this over. “Just do it.” She left and came back a little bit later and things got very hectic. I saw a new woman come in and she was putting some major scrubs on with gloves and everything. She was an OB. I remembered in my birthing class, being explained how the birthing center works. Normally midwives deliver the babies and that there is always several OBs working in case of any complications. I knew that this was getting serious.

They rose up my bed really high so that all I could see were the tops of people’s heads. People just kept coming into the room. I think that there were about 15 people. The OB sat on a stool and started to position the vacuum. With the next contraction I was told to push as hard as I could. I did. Still he wouldn’t come out. The OB said she’s get him out on the next contraction. That was a relief. I went to push with everything I had and then I felt something pop. The vacuum had popped off. The OB then said, “It’s a safety feature, its okay.” We tried again with the next contraction. At this point I started just screaming, “He’s not coming out, I can’t do this.” And the vacuum popped off again. Now the OB was getting frustrated. I heard her say, “Get me a vacuum that works.” I also heard her say, “If we had forceps here we could get him out.” On the fifth attempt I was pushing so hard and I heard her say, “Has she had an epidural?” And I saw her grab the scissors and felt her cut me. However, I was so stressed and worried that it didn’t matter. I was starting to lose myself. I felt like he was never coming out. His heart rate was dropping and I saw some man in a suit fly in the room telling everyone to move that he was the pediatrician. Things were starting to get very ugly. I saw my mom crying and Greg looking very nervous. Then one of the nurses said to me, “Push for a count of ten and we’ll get him out.” I asked her to count for me. On the sixth try, I pushed for ten and nothing. I kept pushing with the contraction and then kept pushing after the contraction had ended. That’s when his head came out. The nurses yelled for me to push some more that he was almost out. Then the OB hushed everyone and yelled, “Don’t push, don’t push.” The cord was around his neck. She cut the cord then when she finished, contraction or not, she told me to push and I did. I felt this release and just yelled, “Thank God!”

I saw him come out and get carried to the warmer. The whole time I looked forward to having him on my chest but I also knew he wasn’t crying and I kept looking over to see what was going on. He looked black and blue when he came out.

Everyone had shifted from between my legs to the baby warmer. The OB worked carefully to deliver the placenta. I was numb. I kept trying to figure out what was going on and all I could think was, “Where’s my baby?” The OB then told me that she had some major repairs to do. There were so many people and commotion that I couldn’t figure out what was going on. And no one seemed to tell me. Finally, Greg came over and said, “We have a baby boy and he’s beautiful.” His eyes were red and it looked like he had been crying. I finally relaxed.

They wrapped him up and let me hold him for a second and the pediatrician came over and told me what was going on but I just couldn’t hear him for some reason. Later I found out that he came out nearly dead, not able to breath and barely a pulse. His apgar score was one because he was practically dead. They let Greg carry him to the nursery because he had to be watched but the pediatrician promised that he would get us back together as soon as possible. My mom came over and asked if she could leave me and go to the nursery. I let them go as I was stuck being stitched up. After finding out my baby was okay I snapped out of my numb state and screamed at a sharp pain. The epidural was completely gone. I got three injections of lidocaine and was worked on for over an hour. I had a fourth degree laceration.

Finally when it was done I got lowered down and I wished someone had cleaned the room because there was blood everywhere. It made me a little sick. I saw the OB and she was covered in blood. Greg even had blood on his shirt. My mom came back and told me that everything was fine. Somewhere in the commotion lunch had arrived to my room. Greg came in later and had Ethan with him. I finally really got to hold my baby and he was okay. I was okay and he was okay. He was born August 15, 2003 at 11:43 am. He was 7 pounds 12.2 ounces and 22 inches long.

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I was home with my baby boy in my arms. I had endured 27 ½ hours of labor and a hospital stay of four days. The strange thing was that I thought just what every other mother has said, ‘I would do every bit of it again.’ At that point I realized that of course there was something different, this was no longer me and Greg’s house but our family’s home.

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Jessica Ashley - born Aug 13th, 2003 @ 11:22am

For two days before she was born I had been feeling crampy and had a constant backache. I was definitely ready to have this baby. Plus, I really wanted my doctor to deliver her and he would be away the following week.

In the morning of Aug 12th, I went to my doctors appointment and was told that I had progressed from 1 cm, no effacement, and posterior to 2cm, 80% effaced and completely anterior. The doctor said that I would have my baby by that Sat, either naturally or by induction. I was relieved that my doctor would deliver my baby and that all my suffering over the past few days was not for nothing. That night, my husband and I had dinner and then went for a walk together. I had been taking a 30 min walk everyday, but it was too hot during this day, so I thought it would be nice to do it at night with DH. When we got home, we watched our shows and I went to sleep on the couch (I had been sleeping there for the past 3 was so much more comfortable) and DH went to bed upstairs.

At 2:45am on Aug 13th, I woke up because I felt a small pop. It felt like a balloon had popped in my belly and some air came out. I laid there for a moment and thought, "did my water just break?". I got up to use the bathroom, and everything seemed fine. So I thought it must have been just a kick. So l laid back down on the couch. A minute later, I felt warm water gushing out. I ran to the bathroom and sure enough, lots and lots of water! I tried to get up, but it just kept coming out. I finally ran upstairs and got an old towel to put between my legs. I turned the bedroom light on and called to DH..."Chris, Chris, wake up, it's time." He was sound a sleep, but finally he stirred and asked, "time for what". He thought he overslept for work. I said "time to have the baby, my water just broke." He got up and started to get ready. We finished packing our stuff and I called the doctor.

When the doctor called me back, I told him my water had broken but I wasn't feeling any strong contractions...should I stay at home for awhile since I was GBS negative? He said no, only because the hospital was so busy and he wanted to make sure we got a L&D room. So we got the car packed and got ready to go. I was upset though, because I was leaking so much, I didn't want to go to the hospital with wet pants so DH suggested I wear a maxipad...which was a great idea!

We arrived at the hospital. I was having some light contractions...but they were coming every 4 min. The hospital was under construction so there was no one at the entrance (I always envisioned someone whisking me off in a wheelchair...instead, it was completely empty...kinda spooky!). We went to the 3 floor to the PET unit. It was quiet up there as well. The woman at the reception desk was on the phone and just ignored me for about 20 min. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom and changed my pad. I also had one of the most painful contractions ever. It took my breath away. Then I had the shakes after that. But no strong contractions after that. The woman finally took my information. Then we waited again for 20 min for someone to take me to get checked out. Once in the room, no one came again! We sat there for about 15 min. They didn't even check to see if my water really broke...just asked if I was sure that it had. Finally a nurse came in and hooked me up to monitors. Then they put an IV in. Hospital policy, so there went the first part of my birth plan out the window. I couldn't get up and walk around...I was strapped to the bed and pretty unhappy about it. Another nurse came in to give me an internal and said that I was at 3cm (1 more cm than I was that morning). This was fine because the contractions were only moderate. The anethesiologist came in and took my info even though I said I did not want and epidural. He kept saying, you can have your epidural at any time now.

Since my contractions did not regulate, they decided to augment with Pitocin. I wasn't happy about this either, but I was already bedridden, with an IV so I figured what the heck. The contractions were more intense but still not regular. They finally moved me to Labour and Delivery, which was nice because I had my own bathroom. When I got there, I used the restroom and had some strong contractions on the toilet. Then I noticed that I lost my mucus plug. They hooked me up to the monitors again. A new nurse came in because it was shift change time. She was awesome!! I told her I lost my mucus plug. She showed DH and I how to read the monitor. My contractions were still very irregular so she upped the pitocin again. At this point I told DH that I was scared about having the baby. I started to feel nauseous and out of control. It was a really scary feeling. The nurse asked me on a scale of 1-10 how my contractions rated, and I said about a 5. A few minutes later I told her they were about a 6 now. She came in and still no regular contractions, so she upped the pitocin for a third time. Now my contractions were getting really strong but still extremely irregular. I told her they rated about a 7 now. She kept reminding me I could have an epidural but I still felt the pain was manageable. Then, I had the most horrible contraction ever!! It lasted almost 9 minutes. My OB had arrived and gave me an internal. He said I was dialated to 3.75cm. I was like WTH?!! So much pain and I wasn't even in transition, nor was I having regular contractions! My doctor then said I was being ridiculous for not having the epidural. He said it would help regulate the contractions. At that point I just gave in. I would have done natural if I was like a 6 or 7 but not even a 4...and I was told that I still had several hours to go. It was already 9:00am. So since nothing was going according to my plan, and basically I was being induced in my mind, I asked for the epidural. The anethesiologist came in. He was really nice. They let DH stay for it. DH held my left had and the nurse held my right hand. I had about 3 contractions while he did the procedure, which I hardly even noticed. He did a wonderful job! It was a very low dose epi, just enough to take the edge off, but I could still pee on my own, so no cathetor. It started to work in like five minutes and it was ABSOLUTE HEAVEN!!! After that, I just kept thanking the nurse and the doctor for talking me into it! I felt stupid for waiting so long to get it.

The doctor said he was going back to his office but that he would be back by noon to deliver the baby. Apparently, there were 8 other woman there giving birth, but they all must have had epidurals, because there was only 1 screamer there. So I rested for a few minutes. The nurse came in to check my blood pressure alot because of the Epidural. She made me lay on my left side and use the oxygen. At about 10:30am, I felt like I had to use the bathroom. I thought, there is no way that I am complete yet. So I ignored the feeling for awhile. DH was now on the phone to a coworker. I told him to hang up because I thought it might be time to push. He did and I called the nurse in and told her how I was feeling. She did an internal and sure enough I was fully dialated! She said she would call the doctor and to just try not to push yet. This was hard because I really wanted to push, but I held off. The doctor arrived at 10 min to 11:00am. He did an internal and confirmed that I was complete and that I had bloody show. Him and the nurse put my leg against these stirrup things. I was definitely scared. The nurse explained what I needed to do to push. She said, "take 2 deep breaths, then on the third breath, hold it in, bear down, and push for a count of ten." They turned off the epidural. With the next contraction I did as she said. It was a lot of work but it didn't really hurt...just uncomfortable. I had my eyes closed with each push, and just kept thinking, I am pushing a baby out right was so weird! The next time, I had to pee and just did that on the bed. Then I felt myself have a BM (sorry TMI)...remember, I had been constipated so I knew that this would happen. That poor nurse! I pushed a few times, but it wasn't doing alot, so she asked DH to hold my one leg and she held the other. I kept pushing and in between I kept telling DH not to look. But of course he did! And there I was going to the bathroom on the bed...I was so mortified! Now the doctor came over and began to massage my perineum every time I had to push. They kept yelling, "push, push, push, push, push!" I guess the babies head got stuck and I heard the doctor ask for forceps and the vacuum, just in case he needed them. I kept pushing and finally the baby's head began to crown. DH was like, "I can see the head"...meanwhile, I'm telling him to stop looking! The doctor called in another anethesiologist because he was going to do an episotomy (another deviation from the birthplan! But I figured it was better than the vacuum). I didn't feel it at all though. A few more pushes and the head was out. The cord was around the neck, but my doctor quickly unwrapped it. Once the head was out, it really hurt down there. I was told one more push and the baby would be born. I pushed with everything I had, grunting loudly and then it felt like butterflies coming out. I opened my eyes in time to see legs and a cord coming out of me. They looked at her real quick, and I asked, "it's a girl right?" and they said yes! They put her on me right away. Jessica Ashley was born at 11:22 am. She wasn't crying yet, just whippering a bit. The nurse was like come on sweetie, let's hear a cry, and then she did. The nurse took her away to the warmer to clean her up and weigh her. I then birthed the placenta. It was uncomfortable but nothing compared to labour. I saw the placenta and it looked small compared to what I had expected. The doctor then sewed me up. Meanwhile the nurse was measuring Jess and DH was looking at his daughter. Jess scored a 9 and 9 on her APGAR. The nurse said to me, your daughter looks exactly like your husband. She then brought Jess over so I could breastfeed. She latched on right away! I was so happy that I could do that. While I was feeding her, I asked if I could upgrade my PP room. The rooms are semiprivate otherwise and they only have 12 private rooms. The nurse came in and said that I got the last one and that there were 2 other girls that delivered 2 minutes after me. I was sooo happy!!

As far as my recovery, I had a 1-2 degree episiotomy and no hemrroids. Luckily, the epidural was a pleasant experience for me and I had absolutely no side effects from it. My recovery was great, and didn't need to take one single pain killer.

So, although my birth was nothing like I had planned it. I still think it was a wonderful experience. Next time I have a baby, I would get the epidural right away, and skip all the pain. I feel the epidural really let me enjoy the experience more, and also made me feel more like I was in control. That really put my mind at ease. But the best thing about my experience was the end beautiful daughter!!

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The Birth of Rilee Anne Martzloff

It all started at 11:30am on Sunday, August 3rd. Jason and I slept in until about 10am, thinking it was going to be our last day as a family of 2 (I was scheduled for an induction Monday morning). We got up and had a late breakfast of homemade waffles and sausage with our new housemates. I got up to start clearing dishes and when I got to the dishwasher with my hands full of plates I felt this little gush of fluids. Not knowing if it was regular preggo discharge or if it really could be my water (it was so little I doubted that right off the bat...) I waddled my way to the bathroom. As soon as I sat on the toilet another gush came pouring out, and what looked like part of my mucous plug was in it. That's when my heart raced for a moment and I called for Jason. He came in and I explained to him what had happened, we decided to call the doctor.

My OB was on vacation until Monday morning, so I spoke with the on-call OB who told me it sounded like it was my water that had broken, just put on a pad, have a light lunch, hang out for a few hours and then head in to the hospital - as long as my contractions were 5 minutes apart or more. Well I wasn't having any contractions yet and I'd already eaten, so I decided to call my mom and let her know what happened, take a shower, get dressed, and finish throwing a few last minute things into my bag. Jason installed the carseat (I know, nothing like last minute, huh??!) and double checked our list of things to bring. At about 1:45pm I started feeling a bit uncomfortable so we headed to the hospital.

We arrived and got checked in about 2pm. I changed and got into the hospital bed, where the nurse (Kelly) checked my fluids to confirm it was my water that had broken - sure enough, it was, I was there to stay! I was only 2cm and 80% effaced. I was hooked up to the monitors for 20 minutes to get a good strip of how Rilee was doing. She looked great so they let me up to walk. I was praying that would get something going, as I still hadn't had any really good contractions yet. Kelly instructed us to come back around 4pm so she could listen to Rilee again to make sure she was doing well. So we walked the halls for a few hours, got some mild contractions coming and headed back to the room. As we walked in the phone was ringing. It was my mom. Since she could be there with me, she wanted to keep in touch and share the experience as much as possible. I sat in the rocker and chatted with her a while, the contractions seemed to get a little more intense and a few I had to breathe through, but nothing too bad at that point.

About 4:30pm Kelly came back in and wanted to check Rilee's heartbeat. I was getting a little tired so I had it all worked out in my head I'd hop into bed, let her hook me up to watch the contractions and heartbeat while I napped for a bit, then I'd go get into the hot shower. That could not have been any further from what was really going to happen!! As soon as I got into the bed, I started having one of the worse contractions I'd felt so far. I couldn't speak, felt like I could hardly breathe! It was at that time that Rilee's heartrate dropped from her normal 150's down to 70. The nurse quickly had me get up on my hands and knees to see if that would help - no luck. She called on the intercom for assistance ASAP. I looked up at Jason who asked if everything was ok - he got no answer. The look of panic on his face made me start to cry immediately. Before I knew what was going on, I've got someone between my legs (keep in mind my rear end is up in the air, bare, as they have me on all fours!!) they were trying to stimulate the baby's head to get a reaction. A nurse is throwing an oxygen mask over my face, a blood pressure cuff on my arm. Another nurse is putting an IV in my other arm. Finally the panic stopped as we hear the little beeps of her heart shoot back up into normal range. Nobody knew why that happened, but it sure was scary! It was then that they told me I was pretty much confined to bed, as I needed an internal lead on her head to track her vitals more closely.

I decided I wanted the epidural around 6pm. They had to finish giving me another bag of liquids before I was able to have the epidural though. The contractions were getting very uncomfortable, and they advised me that since I had the high blood pressure all along, labor wasn't helping that go down at all, and that wasn't good for the baby - the epidural would help lower my blood pressure and increase the chances of having a healthier delivery for both me and Rilee. It made my decision a little easier to go for it. My epidural was in at 7:01pm. It was nothing like what I expected, it actually did not hurt one bit. I was 5cm and 100% effaced at that point.

Once the epidural kicked in my whole body started shaking and shivering, but I wasn't cold. The night nurse, Kim, told me it was normal for women in labor to shake like that. It was annoying, but at least the crampiness was gone. It was just replaced with a whole lot of pressure!! They kept putting warm blankets on me which helped for the first few minutes, and eventually I just got used to it.

Not only did I have the internal lead on Rilee's head, they put in an internal contraction monitor to better get exact pressure my uterus was putting on Rilee with each contraction. And since I had the epidural and wasn't able to get up to use the toilet, I had to have a catheter in my bladder. I felt like an electrical outlet that was overloaded. I couldn't stop shaking and I had an IV, blood pressure cuff, and three wires coming out of me! Kim predicted I had about another 8 hours of labor and 2-3 hours of pushing ahead of me. It was going to be a long night at this rate! She helped me get situated on my left side and I tried to relax for a while.

Our housemates called and asked if we felt like some company, and offered to bring Jason some dinner. Poor guy was starving since he'd eaten breakfast at 11am and refused to leave my side since the whole heartrate drop scare. They arrived around 9:30pm or a little after with McDonald's food and sat down to eat with Jason.

I was just laying there listening to their conversation when all of a sudden this huge wave of pressure came over me. It was like I had to poop and pee all at the same time, and my natural reaction was to try and hold it all in. I had been begging the nurse every time she came in to let me up to use the toilet, and she kept telling me that wasn't possible, and I didn't really have to go, it was just the baby moving down. I didn't believe her but was pretty much stuck where I I had been dealing with the discomfort. The clock was above the head of the bed, so I couldn't see what time it was, and the monitor was behind me, so I couldn't tell if the contraction was going to end soon. It sure felt like forever and so by the time I tried to get Jason's attention to ask him to tell me what was happening, I couldn't speak. All I remember was wrenching my arms around the rail of the bed and praying for it to end soon. Jason looked over and saw my face (I'm sure my eyes were about ready to bulge out of my head by then!) and asked me if I was ok. I managed to utter out the words, "when is it going to end???" but he wasn't sure what I was talking about - the labor, the pregnancy??? I

t seemed like an eternity ago the contraction started, and it wasn't letting up, just getting worse. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my arms. I thought it was for a few seconds, but when I opened my eyes our housemates were gone, and a whole team of nurses and the OB and the anesthesiologist were in the room. Jason was at my side holding my hand. The OB had come in with her clipboard and bag of pitocin, thinking she was going to start me on that since my contractions hadn't been regular and didn't appear to be all that strong. There was some commotion and then the nurses started helping me up on my hands and knees again. Someone is between my legs stimulating the baby's head again. Looking back I should have known something was wrong, but at the time all I could think was I was going to poop on whoever was down there! The only thing I remember hearing was the OB going to the monitor saying, "That's 2 strikes, kid - 3 strikes and you're out!" The pressure was so intense I could hardly stand it, even with the epidural. It was then that I heard those most wonderful words, "I don't feel any cervix left!" and I knew immediately I was going to start pushing - it was 10pm.

It was the best feeling to be able to push. I know they say it's hard for some first time moms to know what to do or how to push the right way when they have an epidural - but that was not the case for me. It was almost like an out of body body took over and my mind went on a little vacation for a while. I pushed and pushed, the nurses and Jason kept telling me how great I was doing. When it seemed like I had pushed long enough (I know, I'm impatient, lol!) I snapped back into reality and got serious. I thought she would be out by now - so I told the nurses not to lie to me just to keep me pushing. If I wasn't doing well tell me so! I had it in my head they were lying to me just to keep me going. Keep in mind the clock is behind my head so I had no idea how long I'd been pushing. Seemed like a long time though! They kept assuring me I was doing great, keep going. Jason was so encouraging throughout the whole thing. Nobody counted to 10 and told me when to take breaths, etc. - they let me do my own thing and rest when I wanted. I truly believe my body just knew what to do and when to do it. Finally they said they could see her head. Jason peeked down and I thought her head was about to come out. I asked how much can you see of it?? He held up his hand in the "OK" sign, with thumb and forefinger together and said about that much. I was devastated - that's it??? It was good though, it made me push harder to get her out. The nurses kept doing perineal massage to help me stretch, and it actually helped me push harder I think.

When her head really had crowned, I remember feeling a little stinging, which was my slight 2nd degree tear happening. One more push and her entire head popped out. I was ready to push the rest of her out and the nurses kept telling me not to. NOT TO?? I was so frustrated, I just wanted her out but the doctor wasn't ready. I screamed at her to just hurry up and remember wondering why she wasn't fully dressed and ready - I'd been pushing forever, it's not like she didn't know the baby was coming out!! She finally turned around and suctioned out Rilee's nose and mouth, and let me push the rest of her out. It was the biggest feeling of relief to have the pressure gone. My baby was here!

Rilee Anne Martzloff was born at 10:49pm on Sunday, August 3rd. 11 hours and 19 minutes after my water broke. She weighed in at 6lbs 10oz, and was 19" long. Her apgars were 8 and 9.

The first glimpse of my little angel I will never forget. The doctor was holding Rilee's back up against her belly as she finished suctioning her airways out. Her cord was still attached, and my eyes immediately went to hers - they were WIDE OPEN and looking all over the place. They put her on my belly, and cut her cord. Then she finally started to cry. It was such a beautiful sound!! Jason was a quick thinker and called my mom right from the room, and when she picked up the phone and heard Rilee's screams, she knew she was finally a grandma! Jason told her she had the most beautiful granddaughter, and handed the phone over to me. I talked to my mom and held my gorgeous little peanut while they delivered my placenta and got me stitched up. I know it sounds wierd I was on the phone at the time, but since my mom has to have chemo once a week now, she was unable to come be with me for Rilee's birth - I just wanted (needed) to share the experience with her. I never thought she could ever sound so happy. It really made me think, "My God, I love Rilee so very much and I've only had her in my arms a few short moments - I cannot believe my Mom loves me this much, and I'm 25!!!"

I got off the phone with my mom after a short while, and they took Rilee to clean her up, take her footprints, and put bracelets on us all. We were a family of 3 now, it was finally real! They let us have some more bonding time before they took Rilee off to the nursery to get her "official" measurements and have her first bath. When they took her away I felt like I had never given birth - nothing hurt, I was on some sort of high! The nurse got me up to use the bathroom and clean up a little, then went to get me something to eat. We got settled into our overnight room and they brought Rilee back to us. It was so amazing to see her again - she was ours, we made her!!

What an awesome experience it was. I could not have been happier with the way things went. Of course it was painful and had it's ups and downs, but the reward at the end makes it worth every second of it. I can't imagine what life would be like without Rilee now!

Thank you all so much for letting me share. I can't believe I'm not pregnant anymore!

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Ok here goes...

She was born on August 15th....I went into the hospital to be induced at 6:30 that morning..Sat in the lobby for about 20 min.. Finally got back in the room and they gooked me up on the monitors at about 7:30.. They checked me and i was only 2cm and about 90% effaced..At about 7:45 they gave me something to go to the bathroom and boy did it work... I don't like that stuff...LOL...(tmi)At 8:00 they started me on the pitocin@19. Within the next hour they had bumped it up to 72. At 10:15 my dr came in to break my water and upped the pitocin to 84.. It didn't hurt like i thaught it was going to...At about 10:38 they gave me my nubain shot...At 11:48 they checked me and i was 3cm and 90% and upped my pitocin to 96.. They asked me if i wanted to go ahead and get my epidural by the time they talked me into it it was about 12:08. I wanted to wait as long as i could so i know it wouldn't have worn off by the time i had her... I wish i had.. They came in to give me the epidural, that guy about killed me... Seriously, He picked me up off the bed slamed me down on my side jerked my knees up to my head and slung my head down to my knees.. He about killed me... He started to poke me in my back and missed, he had to go in again by this point i was balling my eyes out...My blood pressure had droped to 87/52 not very good...He about killed me i sware.. He got threw and asked me if i could wiggle my toes and my husband said you better hope she can wiggle her toes.. He was not very happy, and neather was i...I will never have another epidural again. That hurt worse than having her... Well after he finnished killing me they checked me and i was dilated to 4cm and still 90%. So at 1:00 they upped my epidural... At 2:45 i was still the same.. They inserted a cathetar to monitor my contractions cause they could not get them by the belly monitor. At 4:45 they came to check me again and i had dilated to 5cm still 90%. So they upped my pitocin to 108 at 5:40i had gone to 6cm still 90%. I was so tired at this point i was ready to have her...I went to sleep for a little while while i could cause me little cousins had been in the room all morning argueing with everyone getting on my nerves at I had finally snapped at them and made them get out... I woke up from alot of pressure I told the nurse that i was having alot of it and she checked me still the same... She said she wasn't going to check me anymore cause there was an shift change at 7:00 she wanted the other nurse to know where i was at and get her feel on things.. Well she came in my room at about 7:20 and checked me i was still the same... At this point they had already started talking about giving me an c section.. Something that i didn't want unless life threating.. She said she was going to talk to the dr and see what he said she wanted to run something by him to try called the wedge position I said ok... She came back at 7:50 and put me in it .. She rolled me on my left side, put a pillow under my belly, a pillow and blanket behind me and a pillow between my legs and put me in the fetal position...And upped the pitocin to 120.. By this time i had no more epidural for one it had wore off and i told them not to give me anymore cause it was spaceing my contractions out so i felt everything... At 8:05 i told her that i felt like she was coming out and that it was hurting.. My contractions started comeing strong...She checked me and i was already at 8cm and paper thin. I had dilated 2cm in not even 15 min. The pressure then started getting stronger... At 8:55 she said I was complete that I could start pushing. I pushed 4 times and not 20 min latter at 9:18 she was here... James didn't get to cut the cord cause it was wrapped around her neck. So my dr was cutting it off. He put her up on my stomach she looked huge. She weighedn 6lbs 11oz and was 19 1/2 inches long. She was beautiful.. I don't know who was happier me or my sister. She was crying so hard when she came out it made me cry though i felt everything.. It was the most wonderful experiance in my life. It was well worth it...She is truely the light of my life and i would do it all over again... The next time i get pg i will have a natural labo.. If it was up to me i would start trying as soon as i was able too..I am loving being a mother and ready to have another one.. Call me crazy i know.. Everyone does that i say that too.. But i love kids and now that i have one of my own there is nothing like it... We named her Chloe Michaela... And today she is a month old and getting so chunky.. I will post pictures as soon as my husband hooks up my scanner... Sorry so long ...

until Chole Michaela arrives!

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Okay, I know I'm real late on this, but here goes...

Brianna was due on August 14th. That day came and went and if some of you remember I was whining about being overdue. :-? I was scheduled for induction on the 26th, not sooner because my doctor was on vacation the week of the 18th.

I woke up several times on Monday, the 18th, having to use the bathroom. I didn't feel good, but when did I? I remember getting up at 2:30am to pee, then went back to bed, then awoke at 4am with contractions. It felt like menstrual cramps/intestinal pains. I went to the bathroom again and went and sat on the couch. I thought I was just not feeling well, I really didn't think this was the beginning of anything. DH got up around 6am, wondering why I was not in bed. I told him I thought I was having contractions. So we sat on the couch together and timed them. They were all over the place. No pattern, but coming nonetheless. DH called into work and stayed home with me. All throughout the day, I was having contractions, walking around made them worse, and they never stopped for longer than 30 minutes. I even tried to lay down and take a nap, but I couldn't because of them. I called my mom at work and she was so excited, she wanted to know if she should leave work, I told her no, I was okay, and we'll just wait and see what happens.

Around 10pm the contractions started coming at 5 minutes apart. I was getting uncomfortable and a bit scared that this was it. We waited another hour to make sure they stayed at 5 minutes. DH got everything together and I called the hospital. The nurse I talked to was RUDE. I told them that this was my first and I was having contractions at 5 minutes apart. The nurse was like, "yeah?...... so are you coming to the hospital?" (like all irritated that I called or something) So then I called my mom and told her we were headed to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital around 11pm and I had a hard time walking to the entrance because of the contractions. Some guy was standing outside smoking, and yelled to us across the parking lot "Do you need a wheelchair?" I shook my head yes and they guy went and got one for me. DH was all like "I could have got you one..." He was carrying the bag and the pillows and everything else, and was trying to help me walk. Just then my mom pulls up and comes in with us. So DH wheels me into the hospital and we get to the desk. There was another pregnant lady there with her husband and we all went up to L&D together. (She was walking though, I felt sort of dumb in a wheelchair - but I just couldn't walk!)

Get to L&D and they put me in a triage room. Told me to undress. I say to my mom and DH, "boy this is weird getting naked in front of my mom and my husband!" Smile The mean nurse I spoke to on the phone got me hooked up to the monitors and she checked me... I'm only 2cm! I was like WHAT? The pain was bad and I thought after having contractions ALL DAY that I would be more than a 2!! So they watched me for awhile and the contractions spaced out... to like 10-15 minutes apart. I was getting worried they would send me home! The mean nurse left and a new nurse came in, she was much nicer and I was more comfortable with her. I tell ya, the nurses/healthcare staff totally make a difference in your experience. She checked me and said yep 2 cm but with a BULGING bag of water. She said since the bag was bulging, they would keep me and not send me home! WOO HOO! She was going to see about getting a room for me and that I should walk around a bit.

At some point my IL's showed up and they waited in the waiting room while DH and my mom took me for a walk around the halls. That sped up the contractions. I walked for what seemed like hours. Around 4am (?) I got into the birthing room. They checked me again and I was a 3cm. They asked me what I wanted in terms of pain relief and I said epidural. Around 6 or 7 am a new nurse came in. She was an angel!!! Her name was Stacey (like mine) and said she picked me because we had the same name. She asked my middle name and I said Lynn, and she said her's was too! Spelled the same and everything. They told me I needed to have a bag of fluid first before the epi, so I said fine, however I'm real hard to get an IV in. (One time at the ER, it took them 45 minutes and several people before getting the IV in... they started looking at my foot to find a vein, it was horrible.) But anyway, Stacey said she would try real hard and she got it first try! I was so relieved because I've had terrible experiences with it before.

Around 8am, the anesthesiologist came in to give me the epi. Wow, he was SO nice and it didn't hurt at all. He was foreign so I enjoyed listening to his voice. I think he was Russian or Chec or something. He was just so nice and I felt very comfortable with him. I was scared to have it done, but Stacey the nurse held me and talked me through it telling me it would be okay, etc. The whole procedure took approximately 15 minutes. Then I laid back and relaxed, FINALLY! It had been 28 hours since my contractions started... finally some relief. The nurse had to put in a foley catheter. (which later caused a bladder infection.......) I dozed in and out and DH and the family went down to the cafeteria for some breakfast/lunch.

**At some point, they started me on pitocin, but I don't remember when. I don't know if it was after the epidural or before or later...

My doctor was on vacation that week, so another doctor came in to see me about 10am. He was very nice and I felt comfortable with him. He told me he was there to check me and break my water. So he checked me and I was a 5 (I think?) and he broke my water. I didn't feel a thing, I was totally numb down there. I could still feel my legs somewhat, but down there was numb. After he broke my water, he told me that it was slightly green colored... I knew what that meant (all those Baby Stories on TLC) He explained that the baby had passed a bowel movement and that it was nothing to worry about, but they would have the neonatologist there to check her out after she was born, and that I would not be able to hold her right away. That made me sad, but I wanted her to be okay. I was a little scared, knowing that some babies get pneomia from passing meconium, but tried to put that out of my mind.

When DH and the family came back, I explained to them that the doctor had come in and broke my water and that baby had passed meconium. Things get a bit blurry from here. I was in and out of sleep. Around 2pm I started to get uncomfortable, my left hip was killing me! It was difficult to move and I wanted to move to another position. I kept complaining about it. They checked me again and I was complete but just a LIP of cervix, and baby was still a little high. So they had me to start to push. This was the most difficult part and most tiring for me. My mom held one leg, and Peter held the other. They had me take a breath, let it out, take another breath, hold and push for a count of 10, let it out, take another breath, and push for another count of 10, let it out, take another breath and push for ANOTHER count of 10. Looking back now, that was just way too much to do for one contraction. So I did that for 30 minutes. They checked me again and said they could still feel that lip of cervix, and that I should rest awhile before continuing, because they didn't want that lip to become swollen. So I stopped pushing and rested. But my hip was stilling bothering me.

I rested (if you can call it that) for 30 minutes. It was now 3pm. That is when I started to feel sick. I told them I felt like throwing up. So they bring me this little bag thing. I tried to breath and get rid of the feeling, but it was too strong. I started throwing up. I HATE THROWING UP. It tasted all mediciney, icky. They checked me again and said the lip was gone, that I could start pushing again. So here we go again, I pushed and pushed and pushed. I remember they had me grab on to this handlebars that came out of the bed to help me get leverage to push. I remember grabbing on to these and my thumb kept locking up because I was grabbing them so tightly. I was getting discouraged, it seemed like I was pushing FOREVER with no progress. Peter and my mom were GREAT coaches, and the nurse was awesome. They all were cheering me on and telling me that I was making progress. I felt like they were lying to me. I wanted to tell them to stop lying to me! There was a mirror on the ceiling and I looked a few times, but I didn't see anything! They told me to continue, but I started to lose control. The epi was starting to wear off and my hip was stilling bothering me! I felt like I couldn't do it anymore and told them so. I started to shake my head back and forth, saying no no no, I can't! At one point the nurse got right in my face and told me to look at her. She said, "You are in control. You can do this. You are doing it." That helped boost my confidence a little bit. Around 4:15pm the room filled with people and carts and all kinds of stuff. I felt so out of it, like it was a movie happening. I started to feel sick again and threw up several times. They called the anesthesiologist at some point (again, I don't remember when) because my epi bottle and run out, so he hooked up another one.

The doctor came in and I thought to myself, this is it. This is it! They had me push and then all of a sudden the doctor ran out of the room. They told me to stop pushing.... I was like WTF??? I told them I couldn't stop! They said just push enough to take the edge off. YEAH RIGHT! Doctor was back in a minute or so (I later found out he forgot his boots in the other room. He had delivered 6 babies by the end of that day! My dad and IL's were waiting outside the room and saw him run out and then run back in.. they were wondering what was happening!) They had me push and I could start to feel something move. I looked up at the mirror and saw part of her head! That gave me great incentive to push again. I did and her head was out! They told me to stop pushing. Yeah right. I watched the mirror as the doctor unwrapped the cord from her neck (it was around once) and suctioned out her mouth and nose. Then they said push slow. Out she came! I felt total relief. Brianna Lynn Hamilton was born on Tuesday, August 19th and 4:31pm.

The room was suddenly quiet. I was like, what is wrong? Is something wrong? But I felt like I couldn't speak, I just looked around. My mom finally said "It's a GIRL!" Peter was standing there trying to get the camera to focus when the doc held out the scissors and told him to quickly cut the cord. They whisked her to the incubator and suctioned out her lungs. I was trying to see her, but there were so many people in the room (what were they all doing there anyway?) and everyone was gathered round her, so I couldn't see! Doctor then delivered the placenta, it was uncomfortable but I didn't care. He then told me I had two small tears that he was going to stitch up, but they were just skin tears, not muscle or anything.

After doc finished up, people started leaving the room. They finally wrapped her up and brought her to me. It was awesome. I felt so many emotions in one second. Pictures were taken and my dad and IL's came in. Everyone was crying and hugging. Her apgars were 8/9. She weighed 8 pounds 5.1 ounces and was 20 inches long. The meconium had no adverse effects on her!


She is now 4 weeks old. Time does go by so quickly. What an angel I have. I enjoy every moment with her. It truly is a miracle.

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LOL.... I am quite late too Stacey! I am finally getting some time to myself now that DH is back to work... so I can read and post more. Anyways here it is.... copied from a previous post.

Here is my birth story:

After much walking and eating spicy food (the previous 2 weeks at least twice daily)... my labor finally began at 4:00 a.m. August 25th (one week past my due date). It started sometime before that... but I was too lazy and tired to get out of bed and begin timing the contractions. But I knew that it was definitely different from the Braxton Hicks I had been feeling non stop for the whole month previous.

Contractions started about 8 minutes apart. By 6:00 a.m. I woke up my DH and told him what was going on... and by this time the contractions were about 5 minutes apart. Because of the previous braxton hicks... he wasn't sure that "this was it" until my pains started to become more intense. I took a shower... and yelled out the start of each contraction to DH... and they were 3-5 minutes apart by the time I was out. So we decided we better be on our way.

At the hospital my contractions definitely became much worse. I was becoming frustrated with everything. When the nurse couldn't say our last name I was quite frustrated (even though no one ever says it right... it is spelled Goetz, but pronounced "gets".... of course everyone says "goats"). Well, when she said it a second time.... I yelled out to DH.... "Tell her how to say our name!!".

Once they checked me, I was dilated to a 4cm. By this time I was quite uncomfortable and wanted a epidural. But they had to monitor the contractions before moving me into my L&D room.

When we got to the room we were pleasantly surprised.... we got the SUITE! It had its own side waiting area where family could see the baby after she was born! We really lucked out. Contractions really started to pick up at this time. The nurse later told me that I was probably at the worst of the pain... I would have just had to endure the long labor (which I don't think I could have). By the time the anesthesiologist came I was dilated to a 6cm. It was like HEAVEN once the epi kicked in. It did slow down my contractions... so I was put on pitocin (which with the epi I didn't care... or so I thought).

Shortly after the pitocin was administered... I began to feel back pain. At first it wasn't much worse than when I was dilated to a 4... so I figured that I could manage that pain. Then suddenly it was as if I had never received the epidural! When we told the nurse... she said that they would get the anethesiologist as soon as they could... but that she was in surgery, so it may be awhile. Meanwhile family started arriving. But I couldn't have anything to do with them. I was in so much pain. And DH was trying so hard to use the techniques we learned in Lamaze... but everything he tried seemed to make it worse. I didn't want him to touch me at all! It wasn't until about 2 hours later that the anethesiologist was out of surgery. By this time I was dilated to an 8cm. So she gave me a "bolis" (sp?).... instead of a constant drip of the epi.... she gave a large dose (I guess... I don't quite recall what she said.... I just wanted the pain to stop). After about 15 minutes.... it finally started to work.

The anethesiologist explained that the epi may have been pointed downward.... so that is why I was mostly feeling numb in my legs but it did not stop the pain from the contractions. So she said to let her know if/when I felt anything again. So maybe another hour later... when I felt the same back pain beginning.... I asked the nurse to get her ASAP. She gave me another bolis. My legs were so numb I could not move them at all!!

Shortly after my doctor returned and checked me to find out that I was completely dilated and at a +3 station. So the pushing was to begin!

I was quite uncertain that I could push, since I couldn't feel a thing! But I guess I was doing great.... they had some way of monitoring this??? But unfortunately... even though I could see her crowning... she was not budging. First the doctor had to do the episiotomy (which I didn't want)... then when I still could not budge her.... the dr. suggested the vacuum. I said I really wanted to try longer with the pushing. But she just wasn't budging... and I was losing strength. So she used the vacuum.... and Melanie was out in a few more pushes.

Immediately when she came out they had to suction out her nose and mouth (I was told this in advance... so I knew that she would not get to come to me right away). There were 3 doctors, my obgyn, the pediatrician, and the NICU doctor all working on my little girl. I was quite frightened... because no one was saying anything. Finally I heard a cry... which was good.... but they continued to work with her. Apparently she had swallowed some Meconium.... so she was having difficultlies breathing. They did bring her to me... but I didn't want her to stay... cause I could see that she was not breathing well on her own. So the quickly took her to the nursery to be monitored.... then shortly after to NICU. Because of the breathing... she was placed on antibiotics.

Yikes... this is getting way too long!! Long story a little less long.... she was ok... but because she was placed on antibiotics, she needed to remain in NICU to complete them before they could give the final evaluation and release her.

So now we have our beautiful 9lb 9oz (now 10lbs... at Tuesday's doctors appointment) girl!!! I just love her to peices!!

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Hi! Sorry to add so late, but can someone add Tommy's bday to the list please? Tommy was born August 17 at 9:40pm. He was 7 lbs, 13 oz. I see all these bday wishes and don't want Tommy's to be missed.


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Tommy has been added Smile

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Can you add Amelia Gehret under the 8/13 birthdays? It doesn't have her name there just baby Casebolt Smile Thanks!!!

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Thanks Carrie for adding Tommy so quickly!! I really appreciate it!!

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Would you mind adding Maddie to the Bday list??She was born 8/27/03. Her full name is Madeline Selah...born at 5:19 am 7lbs 9 oz...THanks a lot! Biggrin

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Both Amelia and Maddie have been added Smile

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I just noticed that Emily's weight is wrong. She was 6lbs. 2.5oz Thanks! Smile

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Start: 7pm Saturday
Finish:4:17 pm Monday
Total : 46 hours and 45 minutes

Saturday the 9th, I was scheduled to go in to be induced because of swelling problems. We got there at 7pm like, we are told too.

We get up to the Labor Deck, get into our room. By 7:45pm my OB was there talking to me. Telling me that we are starting with proglastin gel every 4 hours. So at 8pm, I got my first dose, then so on for every 4 hours tell 8am Sunday Morning. When my OB came back Sunday morning, told me my cervix hadn't changed. So we would try a 12 hour dose of proglastin gel. If that didn't start anything, I was going to be sent home and have come back next weekend to try again. So granted I was upset, that I might be sent home. The day went on, my Aunt came to the hospital to spend time with us.

Around 6pm, I kept noticing some menstrual like cramps. Thinking nothing of it, I asked for something to get ride of them. She told me, they would have to put me back on the monitors. I had contractions but nothing worth talking about. The nurse came back and started me on liter of solution and then the drug. I don't remember the drugs name. Every 90 minutes to 2 hours, I would feel the pain come back. By 11pm my Aunt had left and I was soooo hungry!! So I got some chicken broth and crackers.. I ate that then got really sick, I ran to the bathroom and up chucked in the tub... I got back to bed and she checked me, my cervix had soften but not a lot. Around 3am my water decided it was time to break. I heard a pop then felt a really big leak.
After asking for my last dose of pain meds, we decide on EPI at 6am Monday morning.. It took them 5 times to get the EPI going. My dh was the best and help me through the process of the EPI.

At 8:15 am Monday morning, I was starting to dilate I was 3 cm and 90% effaced. At 8:45 they started pitocin, and I found it was good time to rebuild my energy so off to dream land I went. At 12pm, I was checked again I was only 4 cm, so kind of moving forward. At 1:35 , I was checked again this time 7 cm dilated. My doc said we would have a baby by 5:30pm.

That felt like a life time away, but it was just around the corner. Around 2:15 I woke up, having this feeling that I really really need to push. I wasn't really sure what it was, so I sat there for a minute. Then realizing it wasn't going away, told my DH to get my nurse. She checked me and I was dilated to 10 and ready to go.

They prepped the room, called my OB. My OB got there at 3:30pm and I started pushing. I had to have oxygen because my levels and Debbie's kept going down. I pushed for a 50 minutes. At 4:17 Debbie was born!

During the pushing, Debbie was stuck under my pelvic bone. So they had to vacuum her out, I never knew they used the vacuum tell my DH told me later on.

Debbie was born at 4:17, with the cord wrapped around her neck 2 times. So tight the doc couldn't slide his fingers between her neck and cord. They told my DH to cut the cord and he did. She couldn't breathe at all, the next thing I heard was 75% oxygen and she needs to go to the nursery right away. I turned over and saw my little girl in a oxygen hood ( DH calls it a cake topper). I cried so hard, they brought her over to me. She was so pale, but sooooooooooo pretty.. I only got to touch her for a minute then they took her away.

I only had to get 2 stitches, and I swear it was because my OB did the perineal massage on me the whole time I was pushing..

Debbie got off of oxygen in about 45 mins to a hour.

She came out...

7lbs 1oz
19.5 inches long
and a head full of hair....

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I was wondering if I could be added to the list as well as Juliana.

My birthday is July 15th ( I will be 28 on Friday) and Juliana's Birthday is 8-1-03 she weighed 6lbs 7 oz and was 19 1/4 in long.


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Hey - I am new can I be added too please?

My bday is 9/24 And Jera bday was 8/20/03 weighing in at 8lb 70oz


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I just realized I never added my birth story from Nathan over on this board Smile :

We headed off to the hospital and arrived right about 8:00 a.m. They got me settled in the room and checked me about 8:30 and I was still 3 cm and 75% at that point. At 9:05 a.m. they started me on pitocin and within 2 minutes the contractions had already picked up. Nathan's heartrate was dipping some, so they kept having me switch sides, but the little stinker kept wiggling, so about 10:30 a.m. the doctor decided to break my water and do an internal monitor. Turns out that the other monitor had just been picking up my heartrate for a little while, so he was doing fine. Once they broke my water the contractions got even stronger, but still not awful. I got an epidural at 11:02 a.m. and I was at 4 cm at that point. The epi worked great and I was able to snooze a bit, but not for long. The nurse came in about 12:00 p.m. and I told her the pain was much better, but I was feeling a lot of rectal pressure, so she checked me and I was already at 8 cm. 10 minutes later I was still feeling lots of pressure so she checked again and I was already at 10 c.m. They had me rest up a bit and rotate sides because his heartrate was dipping pretty low after each contraction. My OB came in at 12:25 and I started pushing. 3 contractions later, at 12:48 p.m. Nathan Andrew was born! The nurse said the whole deal, start to finish, was only 3 hours and 43 minutes! I just had to have a very tiny episiotmy which didn't bother me at all. The worst part of recovering has been from my tubal. Thank goodness for pain meds! He's been nursing like a pro, but we've had to supplement after feedings because his glucose was low right after birth. As soon as my milk really comes in then we can stop that. We are just so thrilled that he's finally here!