Here ya go.
Welcome to your lodge!
YAY for more July Momma's getting lodges! Congrats girlie!
I'm 36 weeks today. Isn't that wild? I wonder if he'll be early, I wonder if he'll be late. I wonder if he'll be as big as my other kids (my midwife said he doesn't feel big yet). I wonder how labor will be. I wonder if I'll be ready (with my crazy to do list).
Anyhow, just pondering it all.
36 weeks already!
I'll be back with a long intro in a bit.
I'm Gwen, I'm 35, and am having my fourth baby next month. I took the Bradley class when I was pregnant with my first, and am happy I went that route. I need to refresh myself on the relaxation techniques, and I'm running out of time!
My oldest is Andrew, he'll be 7 in October. He finishes first grade next week, and is one very active little boy.
My middle child is Jordan, she turns 5 on July 1st (I can’t believe she’s gonna be 5!). She starts kindergarten in the fall. She’s my mellow child, and manages to display a lot of “middle child” qualities. I wish I had more time to spend with her.
Natalie is 2 (officially 2½ on July 19th – we celebrate half birthdays ) and is just a neat little girl. We just moved her out of the nursery into the room with Jordan, and that’s just been difficult. She doesn’t want to sleep when she has all of this newfound freedom. Better to move her now than after the baby arrives.
(Pictures all taken last night, was practicing with my new lens – I have so much to learn about really taking pictures)
And since this will be my 4th natural birth (well, that’s the plan barring any extreme complications), I thought I’d share the stories from my previous three.
Thursday, 25 October, I woke up at 4 am. I wasn't in pain, nothing was going on, I just couldn't sleep. Part of me knew that it was to be the day that I would meet my baby. I lay in bed, and tried to sleep. At 5:33, I felt my first "real" contraction. At one point, I felt a "pop", and experienced a little bit of leaking, but no gush or anything. At 5:45, I couldn't sit still anymore, and so got out of bed. I didn't want to wake Rich, as I knew he had planned to sleep in until 6:30. I came downstairs and got on the computer. I had two more contractions while sitting at my desk. Rich came downstairs and started eating his breakfast. I went to the kitchen, poured myself some cereal, and told him to start timing things, as I was having regular pains. He was really surprised at how calm I was. We talked about going for a walk, but it hurt too badly. Rich started the tub for me, and we hung out there for about 40 minutes. We again talked about going for a walk, and I got as far as putting on "walking clothes" on. But I had to go right back to my bed, as the pains were bad. Lying on my side was the only thing I wanted to do.
At around 8:30, I told him to call the doctor. He didn't think that it was time for that, and at 8:40, I demanded that he call the doctor, which he did. Of course, they weren't open. We finally got a hold of the doctor at 9:10, and they told me to come right in. Of course, I wasn't thrilled at that, as my doctor's office is in the opposite direction as the hospital. My contractions were about 4 minutes apart at that point. We were seen at around 10 am by Dr. Choudry, who pronounced me 3 cm and 100%. And my water went everywhere! We're not sure if he broke it then, or it broke earlier, and just came out then. All I have to say is, better to have the mess in the doctor 's office than at home.
We got to the hospital at 11ish - we had to park pretty far away, and it took me a while to make it to the Birthing Inn due to the contractions. There wasn't a LDR room available, so we started out in triage. Brigette was our L&D nurse, and she asked if we were planning on having the epidural. I told her no, and she was cool with that. Once I had the fetal monitor on, and everything checked out okay, she encouraged us to walk around for an hour to speed things up. Now, the Birthing Inn is not that big, and it doesn't take long to do a lap. Well, I only made it twice around. I had to lie down, it just hurt too much. Brigette hooked me back to the monitor, and I told her that I wanted to talk about drugs. She said she had to see how the baby was doing first. After some time elapsed, she came back and I told her I really wanted something to take the edge off the pain. She told me that the baby was asleep and he needed to wake up first. He woke when I was 4-5 cm, and Dr. Roberts authorized a half dose of Nubane. That didn't really do anything for the contractions; it just made me loopy in between them. That lasted for an hour. Then I asked for some more, but again, we had to wait for the baby to wake up.
While we were waiting, Dr. Roberts checked me again, and I was at 6 cm. It was around 2:30. Dr. Roberts thought she had some time, and decided to go get some lunch. 20 minutes later, I told Rich that I needed to push. He thought I was crazy and told me that it couldn’t be. So, unbeknownst to him, I hit the nurse call button. 2 minutes later, a nurse came on and asked what I needed. Rich was so surprised! I told her that I wanted to push. Brigette showed up a few minutes later to check me, and announced that I only had the tiniest bit of cervix left, and that she'd page Dr. Roberts. But I wasn't to push yet. That was the worst!!!! Dr. Roberts abandoned her lunch, and arrived around 3. I had to wear an oxygen mask for the pushing, and I just wanted to take it off, along with the fetal monitor straps. I just wanted to push without anything attached to me! I pushed from 3 until 4:35, when Andrew was born. There were times where the nurse and doctor weren’t even in the room, but they encouraged us to push without them. That was pretty cool. I pushed in a variety of positions, which really helped a lot. In fact, when I rotated from my right side to a semi-reclining position, his head moved so close that Rich and Brigette were really surprised! They brought in a mirror so that I could see the baby’s head. I got to touch it, which was very cool. I had to have an episiotomy, as his head was HUGE! It was so amazing when he was born - I told the doctor that he looked like a little alien. Talk about a major conehead! But he was so precious. And he sure had a pair of lungs on him!! He scored 8 and 9 on his Apgars.
So, I didn’t have the second half dose of Nubane, or an epidural. Rich helped me focus on relaxing my body during the contractions. He pissed me off sometimes, because I didn’t want to relax, I wanted the pain to stop. I didn’t realize I was in transition, and it went really quickly. It’s a good thing too, as I really did want to have this baby without the epidural, but I was almost at the point of asking for it.
I had been having “minor” contractions all weekend, convinced I was going to go into labor at any minute, and that I’d have a June baby (I was due June 22). Alas, that didn’t happen. I woke up around 2 am on July 1 with contractions. At first I thought I was dreaming, but since they kept happening, I soon realized that they were real. I began to time the duration from start to peak (30 seconds) and the time from start to start (6 minutes). After almost an hour, I couldn’t lie in bed anymore. I came downstairs, had a snack, and chatted with a friend on the computer. I called the hospital at 3, and the labor nurse told me to drink a ton of water, sit with my feet up, and give it an hour. She said that if things progressed at that point to call my midwife. At 3:55, I went to wake Rich up to let him know that contractions were 3 minutes apart, but only lasting 30 seconds. I called my midwife, Margie, apologized for waking her up, and let her know what was going on. She asked if I wanted to labor at home, and I told her that I was worried that I’d all of a sudden be ready to push and wouldn't be at the hospital. So, she told me to go right in.
I was ready to go! Rich, on the other hand, wasn’t. He had to send some work related emails, letting his office know he wouldn’t be there. Then he had to eat and get dressed. We didn’t get to the hospital until 5! (Margie told me later she was grateful for the extra 90 minutes of sleep). I was checked by a labor nurse, who told me “You’re about 2 cm”. It must have been the look on my face, because then she said, “Well, 3 maybe 4 cm”. I had been 2cm the previous Friday, so it wasn’t what I wanted to hear! She hooked me up to the monitor to see how Jordan was doing. Jordan wasn’t moving enough, so I had to drink some apple juice. Finally, she started to move around, and I was allowed to get up and walk. Margie arrived at around 6, and I was about 5-6 cm at that point. She encouraged me to keep walking. I had to stop every 15 minutes for my labor nurse, Julie, to check Jordan’s heart rate.
Margie was really awesome! She encouraged me to have the labor I wanted to have, to be in control of decisions that were made. She was really funny though, she told me I had to have Jordan before 10:30 or after 2:30 because she needed to assist a c-section. I told her I really planned on having this baby before 10:30!
At about 8:30, I decided I wanted to labor some in the tub, since my water hadn’t broken yet. My contractions slowed a little bit when I first got in, but it sure felt relaxing. Soon I got too hot to stay in the tub, and we started walking again. At 9, Margie checked me and I was 6 cm. She told me that I could be laboring like this all day, and offered to break my water. Knowing that the contractions would get harder when my water was broken, but wanting to speed things up, I consented. And it wasn’t bad at all! I had thought it would hurt, but it didn’t. We walked around some more, and the contractions got closer together and stronger. I laid down around 10 to be monitored, and just didn’t want to get up from there. I spent some time on my side, but it seemed to make the pain worse. At 10:30, I was still only at 8 cm, but felt a lot of pressure down below. I wanted to push, but knew it was too early, and it was a lot of work to breathe through those contractions. Note: Wimbledon was on TV, and both Rich and Margie were watching it at times. I’m going through transition here, I needed the attention! I had to ask Rich several times for ice at one point he was so engrossed (I think Jennifer Capriotti was playing at the time). Also, strangely, I had to chew on ice during transition. There were times I had to chew fast as I was worried about choking during a contraction as I tried to breathe deeply. At 11, I knew it was time to push. In fact, I think I yelled something to the effect that I HAD to push. Margie was called from the ER, and appeared soon after. Julie brought the mirror over, but I couldn’t see anything. What I remember most from the pushing was the screaming that went with it. As Rich tells it, I screamed once then asked Margie if it was okay to scream, She said it was, so then I really screamed with each push - it felt so good to scream! I didn’t have an episiotomy, so the pushing hurt a lot more as her head appeared. I only had to push for 15 minutes, which was such a relief. Once her head was out, I couldn’t wait to get the rest of her body out, and finally meet her!!! A couple of pushes later, and she was out! I did ask to make sure that she was a girl, and indeed, she was. Jordan Elora arrived at 11:16 am on July 1, 2003. She weighed 8 lbs 2 oz and was 21 inches long. She had a head full of brown hair, and blue-gray eyes. Her APGARs were 8&9. I got to hold her immediately, before she was even cleaned off, and it just felt so good to have her on my chest!!!!! Margie made me a couple cranberry spritzers, which really hit the spot! Once Jordan was cleaned and measured, I got to nurse her for an hour, and she nursed like a champ!
I had hours of false labor, contractions of 60 seconds in duration 3-5 minutes apart, for a few hours on January 18th. I was convinced that it would be Natalie’s birthday. But everything seemed to stop after my parents arrived at 5:45 am. I had 2-4 contractions an hour for the rest of the day, but no other progress.
January 19th, I woke at 2 am with a very strong contraction. I stayed in bed until 3, counting the duration (again 60 seconds) and timing (every 6 minutes). Finally got out of bed because it hurt to lie there. Tried sleeping upright in the recliner, but that didn’t do much for the pain either. I found that getting on my hands and knees during a contraction to let my belly relax seemed to help. At 4:30, I got in the shower to see if things changed. The contractions came faster there, but only lasted 30 seconds. After getting dressed, I woke Rich and told him that it was the day. He wasn’t sure due to the false alarm the day before. He got up and had a bowl of cereal. Then he stayed with me while I labored. I had many contractions lasting 90-135 seconds long, but several of them were up to 11 minutes apart. I told him I wanted to call my midwife Margie at 6, but he thought it was too early. I made it until 6:45 before I called. I told her about the long contractions, and pressure I was feeling on my bottom. She told me to come right in!
We got to the Birthing Inn at 7:10. We walked right by the triage nurse, as she thought we were a scheduled induction. The nurses at the station had us walk back to triage, which I did at a snail’s pace. We were asked if we minded if a student nurse observed, and I said that was okay (how else would she learn, right?). Sylvia was the name of the triage nurse, and she was great in terms of her personality and encouragement of my natural labor desire. Right before she checked me, I warned her that I would cry if she told me I was only 3 cm. Happily for me, I was dilated to 6 cm with a bulging bag of water. Whoo hoo!!! Time for me to get a room!!!
I said I didn’t want an IV or a heplock, and everyone seemed cool with that. But then I met my L&D nurse, Mary, who insisted I have at least the heplock. It took her two attempts (with a LOT of blood) to get it started. I wasn’t happy about it, and neither was Margie when she saw it. In fact, about an hour later I had it taken out because it was really bothering me. I had to promise Mary that I wouldn’t bleed after delivery though. That was really the only hitch in the labor process.
Margie checked me around 7:45, and I was 7cm but she said she could stretch me to an 8 so that’s what they documented. She broke my water, and was amazed at all of the vernix that was in it. She showed Michelle (the student nurse) and said that you usually didn’t see that (but it’s not a bad thing). I labored in bed for a while and debated walking around. But things really hurt too much for that. Margie set up a stool for me to sit on to at least be vertical for a while, and I hung out there for 30 minutes or so. Then it was time for the tub! Margie filled the tub up, and encouraged me to lie on my side. As I got into the tub, she told me to call her if I had the weakest urge to push. Two contractions later, I had a weak urge to push so I told her. I stayed in the tub for another contraction, then we got me back to the bed. This was about 9:10. They broke apart the bed for me to push, but I didn’t feel ready. I didn’t come out and say it though, and attempted to push through two contractions. Margie said the baby’s head was still a bit high, and I said that I needed a break. So they put the table back together, and I lay on my side. About two contractions later, I was really ready to push. Margie was inhaling some breakfast, and Mary told me to go ahead and push a little. I did, and she quickly told me to stop, as she saw the baby’s head. Margie rushed back in and they got the table back apart. I pushed, and Natalie’s head crowned. It hurt, and I really screamed. Margie told me not to scream, but to focus my energy on getting the baby out. I did, and two pushes later, her head was out. One more push, and Natalie Grace arrived into the world! She was born at 9:46 am. She weighed 8 lbs 7 oz and was 20 inches long. Her Apgars were 8 & 9. She had a full head of brown hair and baby-gray eyes.
Last edited by coolmama72; 06-14-2008 at 02:57 PM.
Congratulations on your lodge. Your kids are adorable!