Yeah!!!! I am so excited to have a lodge!!!!
My story so far.
Fall of 96 I participated in a national exchange from my home university in Washington state to Alabama State University in Montgomery. I was in a relationship but it was fizzeling out due to lack of communication. He was in the Army so we rarely saw eachother. I was behind my dorm one night hanging out with friends when Matt heard one of his friends and came back to see who he was talking to. He had a bag of cotton candy (one of my favs) and I am not sure how it happened but I ended up with the bag, he chased me, tackled me, and then kissed me! (oh, to be young again!)
We met first week of Oct and were preg in Nov. He decided to go home with me for Christmas and a few days before Christmas we found out I was pregnant. He was 19 I was 20 and we barely knew eachother, pretty scary. In Jan he went back to Alabama while I stayed in Wa. due to insurance reasons. March came and we decided we wanted to be together so he quite school, came back to WA. and we were married on the 19th. In June he joined the Army and headed for Basic Training. Serenitie was born in August, two weeks later I had surgery to remove my gallbladder. My Grandfather passed away beginning of Oct, Matt came home a few days later, and by the third week of Oct, close to exactly a year after we met we were moving to Ft. Bliss, El Paso, TX as a family. Glad I never have to live that year over again!!
Last edited by thatmakes5; 04-03-2008 at 08:20 PM.
Wow! That was quite a year.
Mommy to three gorgeous girls
at 6 weeks 22/10/09
Birth story for DD- Serenitie- 11
The pregnancy was great despite the emotional stuff I was dealing with at the time. I did go into pre-term labor twice as a result of the Gall bladder issues but we didn't know that was why until after she was born.
A week after her due date I had an appt. and was dialated to a 4 which was my OB's admitting point. When she asked how often I was having contractions I was truly confused as I didn't recall having felt any. Since I was at a 4 I was admitted and spent the rest of that day and night doing absolutely nothing. The next morning she explained that they couldn't release me as I was already dialated but it didn't make sense to sit there with nothing happening. We had tried walking and so many other things at this point. She suggested we induce and I was so miserable, stupid, naive..... I agreed. So, we started the pit and she was born that evening. I honestly don't remember it being too bad. But then it must have been because I finally asked for drugs but I was already complete by that time, so her birth was med free with the exception of the Pit.
This is one of my favorite pics of her. It was taken at her little sisters birth.
Birth story DS- Michael-8
After Serenitie we wanted another child right away and tried for over a year. I finally went to a fertility specialist who diagnosed "secondary infertility" and started me on Chlomid. After being on the highest dosage with still no sign of ovulation he wanted to do a Histiosapingogram (OK, I know I messed up that spelling, but I am too lazy to look it up) to see if maybe my tubes were blocked. He checked my blood for signs of ovulation, gave me the med to induce my period (I still wasn't getting them on my own) and scheduled the date for the test. Sure enough my blood work still did not show signs of ovulation. The day before the test my period had still not arrived, so I called to cancel. He made an appt for me the next day instead and said he wanted to give me a progesteron shot to start my period. I felt unsettled about it and asked to take a preg. test just to ease my mind. It came back positive and he suggested it was a false positive due to the meds, but did a vaginal ultrasound anyhow..........we saw a heartbeat!!!!! I still remember the look of amazement on his face, since my blood work three weeks before showed I hadn't ovulated and wasn't preg. but here I was almost eight weeks pregnant It was then that we discovered that my hormone levels are pretty low.
The rest of his pregnancy was uneventful. I was two weeks overdue with him and induction was scheduled for the next morning. To take my mind off things we went to the movies and saw "Never Been Kissed" with Drew Barrymore. Right after it started (about 7:00) I felt a pop and remember thinking "aha, that's what they are talking about!" as I had heard other moms say that they felt a pop when their water broke. I looked but nothing happened so I passed it off as the baby moving funny. At the end of the movie I stood up and......whoosh.. all the fluid that had collected came out. I guesse because I was sitting his head had blocked the cervix, then when I stood up he moved back and the dam opened.
We went home so I could change and call the babysitter to let her know we were dropping off DD. I tried to get in a shower but DH was waiting in the car and started honking impatiently.
We were at the hospital by 10:00 and were told that the exams rooms were full and to wait in the lobby. It was fine at first but then I started feeling really uncomfortable. At this point a lady came out of one of the exam rooms crying because she was only at a 2 and they would not admit her. I went to the bathroom to change and remember it hurt so bad I only took off my bottom garments and left my shirt and stuff on under the robe. The nurse came in to examine me and said "Oh my goodness, you're at an 8!!! Why didn't you tell us you were at an 8?" At this point I am picturing myself shoving my hand up there and saying "um excuse me I think I'm at an 8." Whatever. Then she tells me to walk down the hall to a laboring room. Hah!!!! Well, some kind soul left a chair in the hall and I promptly sat my butt down in it. The nurse came and tried to get me to move so they could monitor the baby but there was no way I was coming out of that chair. Finally a midwife came by and convinced him that the baby was probably to low to monitor accurately anyways and to just let me be.
I finally made it into the laboring room and the same stupid nurse proceeded to get mad at me because I still had my shirt, under-shirt, and bra on. At this point I told them I was pushing. So they rush me off on the bed down the hall to the delivery room. Now I am thinking, "who the heck thought it was a great idea to have all of these seperate rooms anyhow?" Pushing wasn't bad, the midwife kept telling me I was pushing wrong and to push like I was going poop. He was born at 12:12.
The next morning I went to the nurses station for something and noticed that all the recovery rooms were empty. I asked where all the mothers that were in the exam and laboring rooms last night were and they told me "oh, they're still there".
Birth Story DS- Isaac- 5
At this point the Army had transfered us to Darmstadt Germany. We were thinking about having another child but after the infertility issues with Michael we were not sure we would be able to get pregnant on our own and we did not want to do the meds again.
We had discussed adopting before and since we were overseas we figured it would be a perfect time. I had been on birth control to stabilize my cycles but after this decision came off. After many months we decided on an agency, a case worker, and a country (Aizerbaijan). We filled out the case workers extensive forty page questionaire and scheduled our home visit. He came and spent about three hours talking, taking pictures and asking questions. Before he left he made mention that I had been to visit the wash closet quite a few times during the course of his visit. I remember thinking what an odd thing that was for him to comment on. What did he care how many times i went pee? His statement bothered me and I continued to pester DH about it. The next morning he came home from PT with a pregnancy test and it was positive!
We called the case worker and told him we were pregnant and didn't think we had the emotional or physical energy to go through both the pregnancy and adoption at the same time. He replied that he could have told us we were pregnant and that he would refund half of his fee. I was thinking, "Well, why the heck didn't you tell us before we handed you the $600 check?"
Isaac's pregnancy was also uneventful. Like his siblings, he also went past dates. At day ten they scheduled an induction and while I really didn't want one (having seen how different induced and spontaneous births were) I didn't fight it either. His labor was fairly un-eventful in the beginning. They kept telling me that I would need drugs since I was being induced and reminding me that all I had to do was ask for them. I knew that I had labored under induction without meds before and was fully capable of doing it again. I was really starting to be annoyed by their continual offer of meds. The Dr. came to check me and decided I wasn't progressing fast enough so she broke my water and noticed meconium, at this point they said the baby's heart rate went down and put me on oxygen and put a fetal monitor on his head and started flushing out my fluid. This was all hard for me to take as I had never had interventions of this sort before and I saw my birth spiraling down hill. The nurse checked me and I was at a 6. Sortly after she left I felt my uterus start to push and was freaked out by the feeling, because I was not pushing myself. I told my DH that I was pushing and he said "baby, I have seen you push and you are not pushing right now". But my uterus kept pushing. The nurse came back in and insisted I was not pushing since she had just checked me and I had only been at a six. At this point I lost it because I knew I was pushing and had pictures of the baby tearing through a cervix that was only at a 6. I started screaming "I can't stop it from pushing!" over and over. Finally the nurse went to look and he crowned! I still remember it as the oddest feeling, that I physically did not have to assist my uterus in pushing him out, it was truly wonderful!!!
Oh wow, I'm loving reading your BS's!! Can't wait for the next installment!!
What a whirlwind first year w/DH! I loved reading about how you met/got together, and your birth stories so far are wonderful! What a wide range of experiences you've had (so far).
Oh, and I love the pictures! Your kids are gorgeous and you and DH make a beautiful couple! Gotta love a babywearing daddy, too.
Bith Story- DD-1
When we were ready for another one we decided to try what seemed to have worked to get pregnant with Isaac. Go on birth control to regulate my cycles for awhile and then come off and TTC. I was on the pill for about eight months before coming off. It was near Christmas and we took the kids to see Santa, when he asked my oldest what she wanted for Christmas she said very loudly "A baby sister." It was pretty funny. Then the day after Christmas we found out we were expecting. Everything went well until May when my husband was suddenly released from the Army (A very long story in and of itself). It happened quite suddenly and next thing we know we arrive in Seattle with no job, no home, three kids, and a pregnant lady. We found an apt. the first week but it was only a little over 800 sq. feet. At first it wasn't a problem because our belongings wouldn't arrive from Germany until end of June. I was not very comfortable, sleeping on an air mattress and sitting on the floor. When our things did arrive we just had them all piled into the dinning area and into one of the bedrooms. All of us slept in one room. Looking back it was actually kind of nice and in some ways I miss it.
End of June my husband landed a perfect job at Weyerhaeuser, got insurance and I found my midwifes whom I adore. I would really have liked to have her at home but you can imagine there was no room and it would not have been comfortable.
Because we had been actively trying I knew when I concieved and based on my past history and not wanting to be induced again I added a week to my LMP when asked what it was. Therefore according to my records she was due a week later than she actually was.
So her official due date was Sept. 3 (actual was a week earlier) and true to form she went past dates. Sept 7th I was trying to evict her by various means. My middle son kept telling her to "swim towards the light" and my youngest would tell her to "Find the escape hatch". They were quite anxious and comical. About 11:00 I laid down and was having very infrequent, small contractions. In an effort to see if they would go anywhere I tried nipple stimulation. I would stimulate one nipple, waite for the contraction and stop, then roll over and do the other. This pattern went on for about half an hour until I felt that "pop". At first I thought "Dang that really hurt" then it dawned on me it was the same pop I had felt with my second. I climbed out of bed and felt the fluid running down my legs. Went down the hall and told
DH and he went into fast mode. I wanted to wait before going in as I was not feeling any heavy contractions since I had stopped the stimulation. Due to my past history my MW had told us to go in immediately and he took it to heart. Once again I did not get my shower before leaving. We dressed DD and took off. In the van the contractions started coming pretty heavy and were exactly every three minutes, it was midnight when we left. We got to the center and they had the tub ready for me, I climbed in and labor stalled for a bit which was actually nice because I got to sit and chat with everyone (my MW, a student MW, DH, best friend, her partner, and cousin were all there). Fairly soon they were intense and I could no longer focus on anything else. I kept getting out to go to the bathroom and then getting back in. The MW finally asked if she could check me as things started progressing quickly. I was at a six. Climbed back in the tub and true to form, went from 6 to complete in a matter of minutes and was pushing. I truly hoped to have the same pushing expereince I had with Isaac but it was so not.... The pushing with her was horrible.. After she was born I had an intense headache that literally lasted about two weeks. Then for the next three months any time I orgasmed (TMI) it would come back. It was horrible!!! In fact, that is the only thing I dread this time, getting that stupid headache!
Finally, I had the birth experience I had always wanted, minus the not being at home. She was born at 1:34 and we were back home in our own bed by 4:00.
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