~~December Dumpling Birth Stories~~

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~~December Dumpling Birth Stories~~

December Dumpling Birth Stories

Yes, it's that time girls!

Post your birth stories here! And of course we need pictures too!

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Rowan's Birth

I guess it all starts with the day after we got back from our camping trip. I woke up that morning and rolled over and felt a warm gush. Nothing serious, I just figured it was some pregnancy incontinence and a full bladder from overnight. For whatever reason it never crossed my mind, or my MWs, to test if it was amniotic fluid. About two weeks later we used an amnicator just to double check because we weren't sure why I was still having incontinence issues. It was in fact amniotic fluid. As best we can determine, my water had been broken since 10/09 and I was 34w4d when we discovered the leak. After some talking Matt, my MW Anne Marie and I decided that the course of action we felt most comfortable with was to basically treat myself at home and hope to keep labor and infection at bay until I was term enough to deliver at home.

My home treatment included complete pelvic rest, echinecea tincture, Vitamin C and probiotics to boost my immune system to battle any traces of infection and as much water as I could possibly drink to keep the Amniotic Fluid Index within normal ranges. I continued to go to work, as I was hoping to save my FMLA time for when the baby was actually here. My immune system has always been ironclad anyway.

On Wednesday, 10/24/07, we got to work as usual and I started feeling kind of achy and rundown. I thought of going home just so I could take a nap. By about 9:30am I realized that alot of the achiness seemed to be coming from my uterus so I began to time when I had the pains. I hadn't had any Braxton Hicks for months and the pains I was having brought no changes to my belly or feellings of tightness. I had only seen one teeny tiny dot of blood when I used the restroom. By around 11am Matt and I determined that we would go home and get some rest because we didn't want to risk starting labor. On the 20 minute ride home, I had about 15 contractions. When we got home I got into bed and tried to sleep the contractions away. By 12:30 the pain was waking me up and I called my MW and asked her to come over and see what kind of herbal remedies we could do to stop the contractions before they caused changes to my cervix. She recommended half a beer. Biggrin When she got to the house, she sent Matt out to the Health Food Store to get Wild Yam tincture and Cramp Bark.

It was roughly 1:30 before he got back. Anne Marie performed a very gentle internal exam and determined I was about 1 1/2 cm dilated. We waited for an hour, during which the contractions were getting strong enough for me to vocalize through. While trying to maneuver myself into position for Anne Marie to check me again, I knew I was going to be sick. At that point I also knew that things were moving quicker than we had hoped. Anne Marie determined that I had dilated another 2cms in an hour. We all decided to head to the hospital with the hopes that they would stop my labor somehow. I really didn't want to lose another homebirth, but more honestly I just didn't want to deal with the hospital at all.

It took me forever to go to the van. We were not prepared and poor Matt had no idea what to do. Thankfully Anne Marie suggested that he pack me a bag and grab my toothbrush. :lol There is a hospital literally 2 minutes from my house, but we had to go to a different one because they had the better NICU, just in case. It's about 10 miles, mostly freeway, and it was the worst ride of my life. I remember bracing one of my feet on the dashboard, and having a death grip on an armrest with one hand and Matt's hand in the other. As we were driving out of our housing community, my mom was driving in on the way home from work. We needed her to pick p Declan from the babysitters house but she'd never been there so she followed us. Anne Marie was also following us to the hospital but had to drop of her daughter with a babysitter so that she could be my support in the hospital. I can only imagine what someone must have thought if they looked over into the van while I was having a contraction. Yikes!

Matt was amazing. He started out trying to slow way down for the bumps because each and every pebble we ran over hurt! But he started to realize that getting me out the van would help with my pain, so he floored it. Poor Anne Marie.

Once we got to L&D triage, it was all I could do to keep from growling and leaning on anything I could find. Standing up straight and sitting down both seemed to make things worse. Because we were in such a hurried and worried state I had no time to calm down, relax and try and work through the contractions nicely. I was all PrimalMama. :lol

The nurses in triage are always the worst in my experience. I had at least 2 different nurses look at me dumbly and ask if I was having contractions while I groaned and moaned through one. I think one even asked me if I thought I was in labor. Uhm.... hello?!

They finally pushed me into a triage room and we told them that we thought my water had broken this morning when the contractions started. It wasn't worth the extra interventions and the trouble that my MW could get into to tell them it had been broken for weeks. I had been getting the urge to poop. I knew I may be mistaking it for the urge to push, but I also knew that I had to go! One of the nurses got all snotty and said that I couldn't and she needed a sample of the amniotic fluid. She seemed to fumble around with some tubes and gloves for what seemed like forever, so I just gave up, got on the bed and decided that I'd show them and poop on their stupid table. I think the nurse realized I had started to grunt and hastily checked me, Rowan was apparently right there cause she didn't even have to check far.

Next thing I know they're weeling me into a delivery room. I was totally out of it and pushing 'cause there's no holding back that feeling. I remember telling Matt "Here he comes!". When they transferred me to a delivery bed, I rolled from the triage bed onto my hands and knees in the delivery bed and pushed twice or three times with all my might. The nurses were filling up the room and fumbling with gloves and supplies, so Matt had to catch Rowan. Apparently I did have to poop also, cause Matt ever so gently told me later "You pooped on Rowan's head" and giggled.

His apgar scores were 3 and 9, and my placenta delivered about 45 minutes later. Rowan was 4lbs, 15.9 ozs and 18 inches long. Matt followed Rowan upstairs to the NICU and I got to see him about 2 hours later, after they determined everything was okay with me. I only got poked once, for a mandatory syphilis culture, whatever that's about. No IVs, no meds, no nothing. I'm proud of myself. Biggrin

Rowan was on a CPAP for about 3 hours, when they determined that he didn't need it. He was given two rounds of antibiotics prophylactically, which just chaps my hide. Then they had to make sure he could maintain his temperature, which was never an issue. Then they worried that he wasn't eating enough, which is lame because babies don't eat a set amount on a schedule. They eat when they're hungry and should be fed on demand, in my opinion at least. By that time he had a touch of jaundice, which is fairly normal. His highest level was a 15 and they told us that they didn't start to worry about it until it gets to about 25.

Finally, on October 30th, the same doctor that discharged Declan basically told me that I'd already had a preemie who thrived and he had faith that we would do the same with Rowan. 2 years, to the day, I was leaving the hospital and the NICU with my two sons. I was over the moon to be able to go home and start my babymoon.

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Well, on Monday I went to the doctor with pressure and backache to discover I was 3 cm. He sent me over to labor and delivery where they watched me for a few hours, and discovered I was not progressing, so no problems. I was put on bedrest.
Tuesday night I decided it was time to start packing my hospital bag. So, dh and my mom gathered things as I could think of them (I didn't use my hospital bag except for the cameras and toothbrush/tolitries). There were still a lot of things missing since I hadn't shopping, and just couldn't think of what to bring. It was a type of frantic nesting setting in Tuesday evening.
Around 4am I got up to use the restroom. On the way back, I felt a little trickle. So woke everyone up to "I think my water just broke." So, the mad dash to get to the hospital began with throwing a change of clothes into the hospital bag and gathering up all the batteries I had placed on various battery chargers around the house.
I called the doctor on the way, but didn't think I was having contractions, just broken water. When I got to the hospital, I discovered that I was having contractions, just not feeling them, every 5 minutes. I only felt contractions for about 2 and a half hours (they were the transition ones). Then, drug free, I delivered Robby after 5 minutes of pushing at 11 am. Oh, and no tearing!
He is 5 lbs 1 oz, 18 inches long.
I left the hospital on Friday. Robby is still in the NICU. He is off the CPAP, but experiencing a little jaundice. We are hoping to be able to bring him home in a few days.

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Our beautiful baby girl, Lily Jane was born last Thursday 8 Nov at 2.27pm, 6lb 11oz and 19 inches (just over 3 weeks early). She is just gorgeous and we are so much in love its crazy!!!! Smile

After an eventful start to the week (as per my post about ending up in hospital with elevated BP and mild contrax on Monday), we spent the next couple of days waiting and wondering what the continued mild contrax might be doing to my dilation (I was 2.5cm on Monday) and if our LO was going to make an early arrival. On Thurs morning, I started to notice the contrax increase in distance apart, although they had fluctuated all week so I kept telling DH that i'm sure it wasn't the "real thing" and that they would subside again just as they had other times. But our DH seemed to think it was all going to happen this time and started timing my contrax around 7am (they were about 8 mins apart, lasting for about 30 secs and very bearable). By around 9am, they were definitely getting closer (6 mins) and more intense so DH rang the hospital and asked when we should come in (given the events from earlier in the week and the fact that I was still just shy of 37 weeks). They told us to come in when the contrax had been 5 mins apart for an hour. DH and I paced around the house using our breathing techniques to help me through each contraction as by now they were getting more intense and definitely stopping me in my tracks. In between my contrax we were trying to update my email address list ready for the announcement (I had only finished work the previous Friday and had thought i'd had 4 weeks left to do all these things!!!)

Around 11am the contrax were 4-5 mins apart and intense enough that I felt ready to leave for the hospital (we only live 15 mins away so I wanted to labour at home as long as I could). After we got checked into the birthing suite, they checked me (around 12pm) and said I was 4cm dilated. DH and I were a bit disappointed thinking that I would have been further along after all that intensity!! But it turned out things were just hotting up....! They ran the tub for me and I hopped in (I really wanted to labour in the water but didn't want to actually give birth in the tub) - the warm water was so soothing but it wasn't long before the contrax were too intense and the water was only just making me hot and bothered. I ended up trying the birth ball as well, but found the best position by this point was kneeling on the bed, leaning over the raised back of the bed. I really felt quite in control in this position, despite the fact that it was very painful by this point!! I was quite determined to try to go natural if I could (although I have nothing against the epidural if I needed it!!) and it was so good to hear the midwife tell me that I was now in transition (it was around 1pm by this point).....woohoo - not long to go now!! Transition was definitely the worst....I sat at 9cm for a while (I think around 30 mins) and sucked on the nitrous oxide to help me through each contraction. I'm not sure if it actually made me feel the contractions less, but it definitely helped psychologically to be sucking on the tube!!! It was really hard not to push before the 10cm as the urge got so overwhelming.....finally the midwife said I was good to push and I actually felt a bit better then because I felt I was in control of the situation and able to do something about working the baby out. I think I ended up pushing for about 30 mins and out she came at 2.27pm!! DH had phoned my mum (who lives not far from teh hospital) when the head first started to show and she made it into the birthing suite just as Lily came out....she was soooo happy that we shared that with her. DH and I were both really shocked when they said it was a girl.....we both were so sure we had a little boy in there! Wink I was so tired and I think I was just lying there in shock for a while.....everything had happened so quickly (only 7.5 hours of actual labour) and now we had a little baby girl....

We got home from the hospital today so now just have to settle into "regular" life as a family Smile I'm so excited to be home, I can't wait to experience everything with our gorgeous little girl.... Smile

Oh, and here are a few pics....

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Corbin Jonathan's Birth Story

On Monday at work, I had started to notice very tiny spurts of fluid sporadically. Since I had had so many false alarms, I assumed I was getting more incontinent. After all, these were just tiny droplets in my panties- not soaking anything. Incidentally, I had told nobody. I work in a nursing home & one of the residents wheeled herself up to me that afternoon & said, "You are going to have that baby tomorrow morning & he will be 7 pounds."

I came home that night knowing that my husband and I had put off our weekly cleaning schedule & had both promised to do our cleaning that night. We had a meatloaf dinner & I told him about that resident's prediction and my "very tiny concern" that maybe my water had broken. I told him not to worry because I wasn't convinced at all because of the tiny amounts, and promised that I wouldn't take him back to labor & delivery for another false alarm. I said, "But hey, maybe after cleaning tonight my water WILL break from all the squatting & bending."

We finished cleaning at 9 PM & had just sat down to check our laptops & watch a TV show. All of a sudden, I felt a warm gush. I yelled to DH to bring a towel & the hospital bag. This was it! I logged on one last time to update you all. And off we went.

When I got there I was so happy. We took a last belly shot in the L & D waiting room. I had no doubt in my mind that I would soon be a mommy! When we got back to the testing room, the nurse asked me if I was wearing a pad. I was, so I gave it to her to sample. She mixed something with it & said "Hmm, well, this is negative. If it was amniotic fluid, this would have turned ____ (whatever color it was supposed to turn)" But she told me to sit on this plastic pad & she would gather another sample. A couple of minutes later, I had another little pool under me & she took it. She gave it to the doctor on call & he looked at it. I heard him on the other side of the curtain saying, "It's negative. She's not in labor."

The nurse came back to us behind the curtain. We were so upset. Not only because we were disappointed, but we were so confused! I remained adamant about my water breaking. I knew there was no way I could have peed myself that much & not realized! But she told me that the baby had probably just been kicking my bladder, etc.... The nurse & I bantered a little bit about it because I was obviously very upset. My DH started to get pissed & pulled off all the monitors from me. "We're going home. If we leave now, we can get in bed by 11:30."

The nurse was a little jolted by his reaction. She said "Wait wait- I need doctor's orders to release you first." So she called my OB & he ordered a speculum sample.

That on-call doctor that I already resented for calling that second sample negative came back to do it. Not many words were spoken. I'm sure he was a little pissed that he was "wasting his time" on a false alarm.

About 2 minutes later, while my DH & I were discussing how mortifying this was going to be (we had already called all family members this time), the nurse comes back & says, "Good news- you're ruptured & you're getting a bed!" We were on such a roller coaster of emotions at this point, that we both were almost crying.

So we get to the room about midnight & i get checked. Still that blasted 1 cm. I told my DH, "This is going to be a long night." They started my IV & got some orders to start pitocin, which they did around 1:30 AM. DH & I thought we would try to sleep until it kicked in. Well, we never quite got to, because almost immediately, I started to have very bad menstrual-like cramps & back pain. At that point, I called it a 7 on the pain scale, but if I had only known what to compare it to!! After an hour or so, my nurse checked me again & I was still 1 cm. Damn. I had thought for sure those contractions were doing something because they hurt so badly.

Almost immediately after that second check, things turned very ugly. These "cramps" started to rip right through me. They felt like someone was taking a knife to my back & gutting me. I started to throw up. At some point, my previously "high leak" became a low leak & let loose. I remember when that happened, I was simultaneously having one of those torturous contractions & throwing up. I wanted to die!

Thankfully, I had told the nurse at around 2:30 that I needed my epidural. She assured me that he was coming because this floor had their own anaesthesiologist & this was not a busy labor wing. Turns out, he was sleeping, so it took a few pages to get him in there. Arg!! But I was so thankful to get that epi that I didn't mind that he was late once I had it. But when the contractions persisted & I was still throwing up after 30 minutes, I realized that I was only half numb. It hadn't worked on the left side. So they paged him again & around 4 or so, I got another bolus in my catheter & I was finally numb! I had about an hour of heaven...

I told the nurse at 5 AM that I felt like I needed to push. She was very surprised & decided to check me. 10 cm!!! In less than 2 1/2 hours! No wonder it bloody hurt like that! Well, no one was ready. They paged my OB, but he was in the shower apparently. He called back & said he was on his way & get ready to push.

My mom had arrived around 5. Fortunately, I told her, she had missed the bad part. Well, that was not entirely true, because sometime between when they had paged the doctor & when he arrived, we had a very scary incident. My contractions were very strong on the graph & they started to stress Corbin. At some point, his heart rate was reading in the 40's. It was a long enough period of time for 8 people to come racing into the room, including on call doctors & even the anaesthesiologist again. They had my doctor and the operating room on the phone at the same time. I heard them say to get ready for a stat c-section. I was screaming "Is my baby okay??" and no one was answering me. It was my worst nightmare.

My OB, who was en route, ordered them to give me terbutalline to stop the contractions. My pitocin had been stopped of course when I had been determined fully dilated. They had me switch positions a lot. Finally, we had a position that worked & his heartrate went back in the 120's.

Doc arrived around 7 & I could finally push. Can you imagine sitting around fully dilated for 2 hours? It sucks. But I didn't realize just how sloooooooow of progress I would make anyway with my pushing. Since I had had an extra bolus of epidural, I would NOT feel any pushing movements, so they turned off my epi drip & hoped I would start to feel it. Thankfully, I did, and after 3 very long, stressful hours of pushing, our little boy was born & everyone was crying & happy & exhausted all at the same time.

Corbin Jonathan was born at 10:03 AM,
November 20, 2007
19 inches
6 lbs 9.5 oz
Apgar scores were 8 & 9

We left the hospital yesterday & he weighed 6 lbs 9.6 oz. We are sooooooo thankful to have him here finally. We think he is just the cutest baby in the world, but what parents wouldn't think that?!

I will post photos after a bit & Corbin gives me another break to do so...

A very happy Thanksgiving to all!!!

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My doctor was concerned about my placenta prematurely aging and we barely passed our last NST, so I decided to go for the induction he offered. We were 39 weeks 1 day along.

We got to the hospital at 8:00 and after all the admissions and trying to get a vein on me that didn't blow out, the pitocin was started at 9:30. I had been contracting irregularly and my cervix was already at 3cm when the drip was started. My doc came and broke my water (weird feeling) and the contractions started coming. Daniel's head was pushing down perfectly.

I did well with the contractions in the beginning. My sister Jennifer talked me through them. Trey held my hand or rubbed my hair or back. We all breathed together. They started getting stronger and stronger, but the monitor wasn't picking them up. The nurse readjusted it constantly, but it seemed as if they weren't coming. Oh, they were!

At about this time I realized I had to go to the bathroom. We unhooked everything and the contractions started feeling much better after I emptied my bladder. I decided I wanted to stand up and labor for a while, but I got really nauseated and had to sit down. The nurse took my blood pressure and it was low and my pulse was high. No more standing for me. The nausea didn't go away and about 5 minutes later I threw up. No big deal. I knew to expect this.

My OB came to check on me and didn't do an internal. He didn't want to risk infection. My blood pressure got better and I was just focusing on the contractions. Another nurse came in and turned up the pitocin (I kind of wanted to punch her). I have always been really sensitive to medication. If directions say to take 1-2 pills I take one. One Benedryl knocks me out for hours. I can't even have one drink without feeling tipsy. I just don't have any tolerance. I was afraid that I would react the same with the pitocin. It seemed that I was.

The contractions were coming one right after the next. I had barely a 5 second reprieve before the next one came. They were long and strong and the damn useless monitor still wasn't picking them up well. The nurse said she was going to call my OB to see if she could put in an internal monitor. She wanted to see if the contractions were strong enough to change my cervix. I wanted to scream that they were. Thankfully, my OB came over and checked me and made a fabulous proclamation: I was at nine centimeters! He said we'd have the baby in 1/2 hour. Everyone started getting ready.

I was thrilled, but the contractions were still coming fast. I knew that I could cope better if I could get a little break in between. I lost it two or three times, but Jen brought me back. She complained to the nurse that the contractions were too strong and coming too fast. I had no recovery time. She turned the pitocin off (THANKS JEN)!!!

About 10 minutes later I had to push. I told the nurse I had to push. She told me it was too soon, I was only at 9cm. I knew I was ready though, I pushed. It was so nice. Besides holding the kid, that is the greatest part of labor. She checked my cervix and it was gone! I was fully dilated. We did a practice push to see if I was really ready and she made me stop in the middle. This kid was coming! She paged my OB who must have ran from his office next door he was there so fast. As soon as he got there I asked him if I could please push. I had been pushing a little, but I wanted to do it in earnest. He gave me the go ahead next contraction.

Time kind of gets blurry here. I was really focused and I have no idea how long pushing took. It seemed that he was out in no more than 5 minutes. I think I pushed for four contractions. Regardless, he was here fast! My OB was awesome and helped me focus. It only hurt a bit one time. I said, "Ow, ow," and my sister said, "Oh my god! His head is out." I, being the weirdo I am, tried to sit up and see, but another contraction came and I was determined to get him out. I was so excited. I think I got a bit overzealous with the next push because even though my doc was using olive oil and perineal massage, I tore delivering his shoulders. I didn't feel a thing though! The rest of his body slid right out and they put him on my chest. Daniel was born at 2:06pm in the presence of Trey, Jen, my mom and my best friend, Jennifer. They were all so awesome and supportive. He weighed 8lbs 4oz and was 20 1/4" long.

I can't even explain how I felt when he was born. I know I was crying. I was totally overwhelmed. I was grinning from ear to ear and laughing. I vaguely remember my sister cutting the cord. I remember people around me, but it was only the two of us really in those first few minutes. I couldn't look away from him.

They had to take him and suction him because he swallowed so much amniotic fluid. My doc delivered the placenta and stitched me up. I had a second degree tear. My OB said it was in the perfect place though. He couldn't have done better. My placenta didn't want to come and took longer to deliver than Daniel.

After they were done with me, they left us alone for a while. The nurse helped me latch Daniel on and we nursed for the first time! He latched really well and ate a while. We took turns holding him.

It was a really awesome birth experience and I am so glad that I got to do it with people that I love around me.

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birth story

The short story is that Monday afternoon I had my dr's appt and
my blood pressure was through the roof. It has been fine this
whole time, but it was horrible on Monday. So they called me
pre-eclamptic. So he sent me straight to the hospital from the
office. They observed me all night and my blood pressure. It
continued to stay really high. So they gave me yucky medicine
to lower it. Tuesday morning the dr broke my water and we
waited to see if nature would take its course. He gave me an
epidural before he broke my water. That was at 9:00 am. By
6:00 pm I was only at 5cm. I didn't feel any pain at that
point with the epidural and all. But then he decided to shoot
me up with pitocin to get me going. My uterus was not
cooperating, so he upped the pitocin every 15 minutes. At 9:00
my contractions got horrible and my epidural wore off in the
nether regions. I was having labor straight up my butt and
pubic bone. It was not fun at all. So I just tried to breathe
through them......worst pain I've ever felt.
I had one hour of really hard labor and then pushed 3 times and
he popped out. He was really little, thank goodness, because I
tore inside a bit and had to be sewn up.
So that's the gist of it. Such a bummer that the epidural wore
off. It was REALLY painful, but it was only an hour for the
light of our life!!!!

Tobias James Wathen 11/27/07 10:19 pm 5 lb. 15 oz. 19 inches long

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Kailyn's Birth Srory

tuesday morning i went to the bathroom. i finished my business and i felt three drops fall out. i'd been having heavy discharge for the past couple of days, but it'd never fallen out like that. i called L&D. they said it sounded like more discharge but to come in if it continued. ok say that night, tired of being pregnant, i went walking with my mom (about 3 blocks)and DTD that night. at about 5 am i woke up to a big wet spot under me and there was some leaking. i woke up SO and told him i thought my water broke AGAIN. i told him to go back to sleep and just wait and see what happens. at about 5:30 i called my mom and asked her about it. she told me to call L&D back again. the nurse said to come in if it continued. my mom was convinced that i should go right in anyway, especially since i was strep b positive. i went in, they did the amniotic test which came back negative. the nurse said it may have been semen since i'd DTD. i thought they were about to send me home, but what do ya know.....my pressure was up so they kept me for further observation. the nurse said i may end up being induced if my pressure didnt go down. i'd never been so excited about high blood pressure. it didnt go down and i started getting really bad headaches. they couldnt start the induction until my doctor came in and gave the ok....or so they thought. at 10:40 my water FINALLY broke and they had no choice but to start the pitocin. after about an hour i wasnt feeling any pain, just slight cramping. so she took up my pitocin. thirty minutes later i could see and feel my uterus tighten but i could still handle the pain. she took it up again and man oh man the party started. i could handle the pain for about an hour but then i asked for medication and was given demerol. all it did was make me very sleepy. the pains were still there. i was still suffering. then i was given stadol. still no relief. in fact i believe it made the pains even worse. i asked for an epidural and they said the anthesiologist didnt do epidural, but something else. i forgot what it was, but whatever it was i had to be seven centimeters before i could get it. i was five. about an hour later i was checked again and i was TEN. time to push. a small piece of cervix was still covering the baby's head so as i was pushing the nurse had her hand up end me trying to push the cervix out the way. it hurt like hell. i grew tired of pushing very fast. the stadol made me drowsy. i was pushing as hard as i could but apparently it wasnt hard enough. i was like i cant do this you have to use a vacuum. too bad for me, my doctor didnt use vacuums or at least that's just what they told me. with no other choice i found the strength to push my baby out. it was the hardest thing i'd ever done. i was torn, but the doctor said it wasnt too bad, although i did get stitched back up. i was so tired, i dont
even remember holding my baby after she was born. there are pictures proving i actually did hold her. my hospital stay was three days so they could keep an eye on my pressure

breastfeeding is going along very well. she latched on great the first time. she's a natural. there was some concern yesterday because she'd only had one poopy diaper, but she's making up for that today.

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Ok here is my birth story:

On Thursday, November 29, DH and I headed to the hospital for our scheduled c-section. We arrived at 5:30 and went up to L&D. When we got in there, they already had my paperwork in our room, so we quickly filled that out and then I got hooked up to the monitors. I wasn't sure why I had to be there so early, but the nurse said they like to monitor the baby before the surgery to make sure everything is ok. I was excited to see that I had been having contractions on my own. They were about 5-10 minutes apart when we got there, so I wonder if I'd have had her on my own that day anyway. DH and I sat around for about 2 hours with the nurse coming in and out slowly prepping me for surgery. At 7, my doctor came in and told me that they would have to push my surgery back about a half hour because she had an emergency ectopic pregnancy that she needed to take care of. I was uncomfortable, but I felt bad for the other woman, so it wasn't a big deal. DH and I just kept watching Saved By The Bell Finally at 8:25, my nurse came in with the anethesoligist and they wheeled me into the OR without DH. They gave me a spinal and then laid me back. I was shocked to find out that they began the surgery without DH in the room, but right when he got in there, they were getting ready to pull her out. Within 7 minutes of the surgery starting, Lauryn was born at 8:37 AM weighing 8 lbs 2 oz and 20 inches long. I heard the doctor say how shocked she was at her size. She made the comment that I must just make big babies because she didn't know where I had put all of her.

Lauryn's Apgar scores were 7 and 9. DH went over to her after she was born and was able to take quite a few pictures, and the nurses were even nice enough to put her footprints in her baby book for us. DH was able to walk Lauryn down to the nursery and stayed with her while they gave her her first bath and bottle. He took lots of pics for me, as I was only able to see her for literally 10 seconds before they took her away.

Overall, my recovery is going alright. I had some trouble on Saturday. The hospital wasn't going to give me real food until my bowels were moving on their own, but they weren't. I had been on a liquid diet for 2 days, so the nurse decided to try some light food for lunch, and sure enough...that made me sick. I was in so much pain from having all my gas pains stuck in one spot, and then I started throwing up. Needless to say, it wasn't much fun, and they tried to get me to stay one more night. I finally felt better the next day, and convinced my doctor to let me come home. She said if I start to feel like that again to call her office immediately. They had some name for it, but I can't remember what she called it. She said the throwing up was what made them realize that something wasn't quite right w/my bowels yet.

Anyway, that's my story. It's not as exciting as some of the others since it's a repeat c-section, but it works for me

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We are FINALLY home from the hospital. I went in at 4pm Wednesday afternoon. They started the cervidal at about 5pm and i was supposed to keep it in until 5am the next morning, I was still only dilated 1cm and pretty thick. Around 3am the nurse came in and said she was going to take the cervidal out because i had had a contraction that made Zachs heart rate drop once it was over. She did that and then about 4am they started the pitocin. The dr came in about 9am the next morning and broke my water, that is about the oddest/nastiest feeling ever! It was pretty amusing because my mom and sister kept making me laugh and the harder i laughed the more that gushed out, bleh! From then on out it was pretty much a waiting game. The nurse came in at about 11:30 and told me that with each contraction i had his heart rate would drop each time so she had my change from on side to the other, she said its a possibility i could have been lying on the placenta wrong. So for almost an hour i was switching from side to side to my back trying to get his heart to keep steady when i have a contraction. She stopped the pitocin to see if that would help and it did. She checked me again and i was only 2cm and REALLY thick still then they decided to put the internal monitor on him and put an oxygen mask on me to get some more to him. Nothing seemed to be helping to get his heart rate on track after contractions and about 4 something i decided the contractions were too rough so i opted for the epi even though i said i did not want one but my contractions were hitting up in the 80s and boy did they hurt lol. Good thing i got it because while they were in the process of doing it the Dr came in and said they were going to have to do a c-section. I was only 2cm and zachary was NOT liking the contractions on bit. They prepped me and wheeled me into the room, sam followed and had the whole procedure done in 14 minutes, i thought they took a lot longer and he was born at 12:41 pm. He was 20 3/4 in and 8lbs 1 oz. He is a red head. He got that from my side of the family which is nice. He really does not look like either of us but has his own look but it just so adorable.

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Carson's Birth Story

Carson Thomas was born on Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 3:06 am. He weighed 7 pounds 11 ounces and was 19 inches long.

The whole story started the Monday before. You all probably read the news journal about me falling in the bathroom. Everything checked out fine at the doctor's office that day. That night, Drew and I had a good evening. We played a couple of board games and watched Elf. It was really nice. We went to bed that night, and I woke up at about 2:45 am to go to the bathroom. I layed back down, and at about 3:30 am, I woke up to this warm gush of fluid. I said to Drew, "Woah! I think my water just broke! Either that, or I just peed my pants." Drew loves to tell everyone how I told him. He thought it was hilarious! So I get up and go to the bathroom. I was soaked!! More fluid just kept coming out. Drew got up, and was all frazzled. I told him he better pack his bag, because we had to get to the hospital. He asked if he could take a shower first, and I told him to make it fast! So while Drew was in the shower, I came upstairs to update everyone on what just happend. We were so excited! We just knew this was it. So a little after 4:00 am, we headed out the door to go to the hospital. Drew wanted to stop and get gas, because he was almost empty, but we had enough to get to the hospital, so I told him no more delays! On our way to the hospital, we almost hit a deer! We were on the interstate, and a deer almost jumped out into the road. Drew swerved left and the deer turned and went back the other way. Thank God! That was something that we didn't need at all! Can you imagine?

So we get to the hospital, and they confirmed that it was my water that broke. They got me into a room at about 4:45 am. We had the nicest room in all of labor and delivery! We had the greatest view of the city and the river. The sunrise was gorgeous. We got a few pictures of it. Back to the story! I wasn't feeling any pain with my contractions at first. I was still having them, like I have been for the past 3 months, but no pain. My midwife, Nancy, wanted me up and walking around so I could get my labor going without any pitocin. So I got the lovely mesh panties on with the mondo pads so I wouldn't leak all over the floor. I was mighty uncomfortable! We took a few laps around the hallways, and then went back to the room. I loved rocking in the rocking chair. It sure was nice to have the movement. I started to feel my contractions now. I had a little bit of pain with them, but it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle. At about 10:00 am, I decided to take a walk around that hallways again. At this point, I was feeling the need to stop when I had a contraction. Still nothing that I couldn't handle though. A little while after that, I was checked and I hadn't changed since I got there. That was pretty discouraging. I was pretty bummed out after that. I swore that I had some change. I stayed in the bed for a while after that. A few hours later, I was checked again, and I was up to 4 cm dialated. I was a little more encouraged. At this point, I was starting to think about the epidural. The contractions were starting to get more painful, and I was sure I wasn't going to be able to make it all the way without one. So I talked to the nurse, and let her know what I was thinking. I didn't want the epidural right then, because I didn't want to stop my labor and have to get the pitocin. After a couple more hours, I was checked again, and I was up to a 6. Okay, it was time for the epidural. I was past the halfway mark. I told the nurse I wanted it, and she called Nancy. Nancy said no! I was really dissapointed. My contractions were really getting strong, and I was starting to suffer from exhaustion. I didn't get a full night's sleep, and hadn't had anything to eat since dinner the night before. I was running out of energy! Nancy told them to get out the birthing ball and have me labor on that for a while. The ball was nice, but it still didn't help me relax. I just kept asking for the epidural. I was starting to get pretty impatient. I climbed back into bed, and finally, Nancy agreed to give me the IV narcotics. That really helped me relax, and actually sleep in between the contractions, but, of course, it wasn't enough to stop the pain. It took the edge off a bit, but it was still pretty painful. Once the first dose started to wear off, I was asking for the epidural again. Still, Nancy said no, but let me have another dose of narcotics. Again, I was able to relax, but it didn't help as much as the first time. I was starting to get a little mad by this point. In my opinion, it was my body, and I should be able to go through my labor the way that I wanted. I told the nurse this, and she really pulled through for me. She talked Nancy into letting me get the epidural at that point. I was still only 6 cm dialated, but I really needed it. I was definately to that point where I was saying that I wanted to give up.

So I recieved the epidural, and I was all smiles after that! I couldn't feel any of the contractions, but I definately felt the pressure of the baby moving down. It really helped me relax a lot. I didn't realize just how much I was holding back, and not letting my labor progress as it should have. After I got the epidural, I went from a 6 to an 8 in a half hour! Things were picking up now! I was so glad that I got the epidural when it was finally time to push. I was feeling the pressure, and I couldn't even imagine what it would be like with the pain as well! At around 1:00 am on Wednesday, it was time for me to start pushing. They called Nancy, and had her come out to the hospital. The nurse and Drew got me started with the pushing phase. Drew was so involved with the birth. I am so proud of him. I couldn't feel my legs, so Drew had to hold the left and the nurse held the right while I was pushing. Things were going great at first. I was making quite a bit of progress. I got to a point though, where things kind of stalled. They had me in many different positions to get the baby to come down more. This was the only drawback to my epidural. I couldn't feel to really push him out quickly. Eventually, Nancy told them to turn off my epidural, and it really helped me out. After 2 1/2 hours of pushing, Carson made his way into the world almost 24 hours after it all began. He was crying before he even was all the way out! Such a healthy baby! I was able to hold him for a little while, while they examined me. I just stared at how beautiful he was. Drew was able to cut the cord, and they took him over the the warmers after a little bit to clean him off and assess him. They gave him back to me, and we attempted breastfeeding. He didn't latch on, but at least he was rooting around. I just couldn't believe what had just happend. I was in awe!

With all the hard times through this pregnancy, what I went through was totally worth it!

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Rafi’s sleeping so I thought I’d make a start on his birth story! I’m typing one-handed so ignore my spelling/grammar. This is about the 10th time I’ve tried to write this…!

It all began at 5:15 on Monday morning, December 6th, 2007. I managed to sleep for about an hour, so I was already completely exhausted when I woke up. Not the ideal situation for an induction, but I had to soldier on anyway. I had intended on getting up early to shower, eat and do a few last minute things… well, that didn’t go as planned. I showered (but didn’t tidy up the bush! GAH! What would Sarah think??) and got dressed and managed to eat really quickly before I had to be out of the door by 6:15am. Phew!

I got to triage with my entourage, they were expecting me which was good. Along with the fact that I had somehow managed to be first in line, tons of women came in after I did to check in. I wonder how long some of them had to wait; I was first in and was there for at least 30mins. I’d hate to have been 9cm and ready to go, would I have had to have him in the waiting area? Scary. I wasn’t taken into triage this time, I just waited in the waiting room until they found me a room. I think my doc had called and told them to admit me this time since I was “having contractions”. Ahem.

Eventually they had a room for me and I was immediately put on IV fluids and penicillin for the GBS. Lovely. I hate that stuff. But at least I didn’t have a crappy reaction to it like I used to as a child. And the IV hurt baaaad. I almost passed out, it was a good job that I was lying down or I would’ve been on the floor. All the color drained from my face. I don’t take IVs too well.

My OB came in to check on me around 9:20 and I was a good 4cm and 80% effaced with Rafi at -3 station. Not too much progress from when I was in the office, but good enough. She broke my water and the nurse started getting the pitocin ready. The water breaking was the strangest feeling, I had such an odd, confused look on my face that she asked if I was ok! I can’t imagine what it would have been like if it had broken on its own. At around 9:30, the pitocin was started and my OB mentioned it would take at least six or seven hours before I’d be ready and to be sure to tell the nurse when I wanted to get pain meds (I still wasn’t sure if I wanted them, but I’d already let them know that it was an option). TMI warning: Because of all the IV fluids I was getting, I really needed to go to the bathroom. When I got up and detangled myself, dragging my IV and monitors with me, I felt another big gush and left a trail of amniotic fluid and blood all the way to the bathroom. It looked like something out of a horror movie. I felt so bad that my poor nurse had to clean it up afterwards.

The contractions weren’t bad at all to start with and I was beginning to wonder if I could make it through drug-free after all. But the pitocin was only at 2ml and they were going to increase it by 2ml every 15mins. The IV machine’s alarms kept going off and driving the nurses crazy, they had to change everything at least three times to make it stop. So I was at 2ml for a while. As son as it hit 4ml, Rafi’s heartbeat dropped off the charts and the nurse who was in the room started to look a little panicked. She grabbed the baby’s monitor and started frantically trying to get his tones and when she couldn’t, yelled out of the door for the other nurse (who was in a delivery) and a whole host of people streamed into the room. Of course, this all happened while my entourage had wandered out for something to eat before the action started. Little did they know, Rafi had other plans! I had a couple of docs, the anæsthesia team and both nurses in there, so needless to say, I was a little freaked out. The anæsthesiologist cheerily asked how I was doing as an oxygen mask was thrust round my head and I was pushed onto my side to try and find Rafi’s vitals. Umm… not doing too great! The pitocin was stopped, vitals came back up and I was ordered not to move in case something happened again, in which case I would have to have an emergency cesarean section. That was incentive enough. I still had to have the oxygen on (which tastes weird) for a while until Rafi stabilized, but at least he was doing okay. The nurses told me that he reacted badly to the pitocin and the strong contractions that I was getting from it and was likely squishing the cord.

At about 11am, they decided to give the pitocin one more shot, I was still having contractions, but they were very bearable so far. They kept a close eye on me while they upped the pitocin, which felt like it was coming more than every 15mins. By 12:45, the contractions were getting bad and they were so close together that I was getting no reprieve in between. The nurse came back to up the pitocin again and let me know that if I wanted the epidural, it would have to be in the next few minutes since the anæsthesiologists were going to be very busy that afternoon and wouldn’t be able to give it to me. I still wasn’t sure, I really wanted to do this thing drug-free, but my body wasn’t able to relax and just let it happen because I was so tense. She said she could check me to see how far along I was and we’d decide from there. I got checked and I was at 7cm, the pitocin was really moving me along and the nurse made sure to let me know that the contractions were only going to get worse, so I gave in. After she checked me, I didn’t feel good at all and when my entourage returned to the room, I just had to throw up. But, since I hadn’t eaten for 6+hrs, there was nothing there. I hate that feeling! It was like morning sickness all over again.

At 1pm, the anæsthesia team came in. Immediately, I got freaked out. It was nothing like the Discovery channel epidurals I’d seen. Maybe it’s just different when it’s you. They asked for only my next of kin to be in the room and then talked about what I’d have to do. The anæsthesiologist run through the risks and started to set out his equipment. I wish I’d never seen that. Ugh. Plus, I’m pretty sure he was only doing an

After that ordeal, my blood pressure plummeted and they pushed yet more drugs into me. I was feeling pretty bad at this point and didn’t get to ask what they put in me. After they’d been monitoring me for a while, I managed to ask what it was (ephedrine); partly out of curiosity, partly so I could google it afterwards. Throughout all of this, my pitocin was still going up and managed to reach 16ml before I was feeling a lot of pressure and started to wonder if this was it. The nurse came to crank up my pitocin (ugh) and I asked her if I’d know when it was time because I was feeling a lot of pressure. It didn’t feel like I expected it to, so it made me wonder. She called my

The little wheely cabinet was rolled in and my really didn’t expect was the perineal massage part. I didn’t really know what it entailed and it was a very strange experience! I remember my friend Brenda (who helped me through every contraction) asking about it and the docs saying that they do it to avoid tearing and episiotomies which they don’t like to do. 5mins later, my baby boy was born, complete with the cord around his neck, which was why he’d freaked out on pitocin earlier. In the end I had a teeny tear and needed two stitches (which I was able to feel when she was doing it… ouch). I’m so glad it was my OB who delivered me, not because I don’t like her partner, but because she’d been so supportive the whole pregnancy and I’d come to really like and respect her. Ooh that was mushy.

Rafael Steven arrived at 2:04pm, weighed 6lbs 7oz (below the lowest ultrasound estimates) and was just over 19ins long. Apgars were 9 and 9 and he passed all of his vision and hearing tests. I’m so proud of him!

And some more pics for your viewing pleasure:

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I woke up Friday morning (November 30th) with an inkling that something was going to happen that day. I had been feeling sick off and on the day before and was very tired. I stayed home from work and just took it easy. When Matt got home, I told him that we should go to dinner as I thought that the walking around and just being out might help move things along. We got home about ffice:smarttags" />8pm and watched TV until about 10 when we decided to go to bed. As I got up from the couch I felt this small gush of fluid…..I said to Matt, “Ummm, I think my water just broke!” I went to the bathroom and as I sat there, more fluid just kept coming out. I remember telling Matt to listen and with a smile on my face I said, “I am not peeing”. We called the OB’s office and spoke to the doctor on call who told me that the only way to really know if my water had broken was to go into Labor and Delivery but she was pretty sure that it had in fact broken. I was excited yet kind of nervous, I was happy that we would be meeting our little man soon. Matt took a shower and I finished packing the bags. We checked into L&D around and they did confirm that my water had broken and I had 24 hours to deliver before the risk of infection increased. I still had not had any real contractions so I was not sure how the night would go. When they checked me at the hospital I was still only 1cm dilated (had been for about 3weeks!)…my doc gave me 2 hours to make some progress or else we would have to start the Pitocin. I knew that walking was my best bet so Matt and I started our many trips around the L&D floor. After the two hours I had only progressed to 2cm and about 70% effaced, not a lot of progress but it was progress. I now had 2 more hours. I had hoped to deliver little Jack without any pain medication but by the time I was only 4cm my contractions were really painful and coming about every 2-3min and lasting about a min…the really hard part was that during each contraction I had this horrible nauseous feeling. It made it really hard to breathe through each one and I was so tired since I had not had any chance to rest. I looked at Matt and said to him, I think I am going to have to get the Epidural…this is really hard and I still have so far to go. Not to mention I knew that I would need the Pitocin soon since I really wasn’t making enough progress on my own. So by I had the epidural and I was resting in bed…not very comfortably but at least I was able to get some rest. The Pitocin came not long after that as my labor had stalled from the epidural. My mom arrived about and I was still only about 5cm though I started to feel some of the contractions so the Pitocin had started working. Not long after that the monitors were showing that Jacks heart rate had dropped. Our nurse Linda came in and we tried moving the monitor around to see if that was the problem. They had me move from side to side but that didn’t help. Finally they had me go on all fours which when you have an IV, an epidural and a blood pressure cuff hooked up to you is not the easiest thing to do. It helped though and Jack’s heart rate came back up. My doctor came in and checked to make sure that he was ok and we found that I went from 5 to 8cm in about 30 min and he had dropped to a +3 station…it must have freaked him out a little which is why his heart rate had dropped. After that they turned off the Pitocin and my contractions started to get pretty painful. I had heard that transition was bad but I thought that since I had the epidural, it wouldn’t be that bad….boy was I wrong about that! By the time I was 9 ½ cm I was in so much pain that I just wanted him out…I felt the urge to push but since I still had a lip of cervix left I had to breathe through each contraction. Boy that was hard! What made it even harder was that he was so low. I even asked the nurse at one point if they had turned off the epidural, when she said no I said “Jesus Christ, are you kidding?” I was really thankful when I was finally able to really start pushing…I felt like I was finally able to do something and since you push during a contraction I wasn’t in so much pain. My mom, Matt and all the nurses where there keeping me going and pushing hard. I just remember them saying, come on Jamie, he is so close…one more push and he will be here. My Dr. was down there trying to prevent me from tearing and helping little Jack out. Not long after that I remember them saying, he is out…look Jamie, look at him. I looked down and saw his head and then the rest of his body come out...it was the most amazing and beautiful thing I had ever seen. He had the umbilical cord wrapped around his body a few times but other than that he was just perfect. They put him on my lap and Matt went to cut the cord. I was so happy to have him in my arms finally. Little Jack Owen was born at on Saturday December 1st, weighing 8lbs 1oz and was 19 in long, I was 39 weeks and 4 days. His Apgars were 8 and 9. I made it through the delivery with a second degree tear but that is nothing compared to what we got out of it….our precious little boy, Jack.

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December 12, 2007, 3:29 PM
7 lbs, 7 oz - 18.5 inches
37 weeks, 4 days

Well, I really still can't even believe that I'm writing my birth story, I'm still pretty shocked. I was working from home on Wednesday (December 12), and I was getting my normal irregular contractions that I figured were BHs. They were not regular at all, and I could talk through them, etc... But then I posted here... when I would get the contractions (about 4 in an hour), the pain would be near my c-section scar and would linger there for a minute or so after the contraction. I posted here about it and then called my doctor. They called back about 20 minutes later and wanted me to go the hospital. I made it clear to the nurse on the phone that I did not feel I was in labor, etc... didn't want to waste their time... but she insisted I go in.

I got to the hospital about 45 minutes later (1:15 pm-ish), my MIL drove me because DH was at work. He agreed with me that I would probably just get sent home, so he stayed at work. I did not bring my bag, camera... anything really. They hooked me up and I was having the contractions, still irregular. Well the nurse checked me and I was 3 cm and 80% effaced... I was pretty surprised since I had been 0 cm and only 50% effaced less than a week before. I told the nurse that was definitely a change... she left to call my dr. My doc came in approximately 30 minutes later to check me... I was 5 - 6 cm and almost all the way thinned out. :eek: He asked where my DH was and how quick he could get there. I said, 30 minutes... and he was like, we're going back in 30 minutes then.. he said- you're going fast. I was in amazement... my MIL rushed to get a disposable camera at the gift shop, I also gave her list of what I needed at home plus the location of my bag. Luckily my DH made good time (I'll save you the story of telling him... he was in shock, like me).. they got all the paper work in order, I spoke to anesthesia and they got me back to the OR. The spinal was crazy, it took effect so quickly (I had an epidural last time)... Matthew William was born at 3:29 PM (a little more than 2 hours since we arrived at hospital)... 7 lbs, 7 oz... apgars of 8 and 9, he was at 37 weeks, 4 days. He is beautiful... of course we are in love with him so much.. and his sisters can't get enough of him... :grin:

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I was supposed to go into the hospital on Tuesday afternoon (Decemeber 11th) for cervidil. I was told when we got there that I was dilated enough (3 cm) to skip the cervidil and just come back the following morning to start the pitocin.

So, we went into the hospital at 7 am on Wednesday December 12th. Even though my contractions were coming every 2-4 minutes on the monitor the night before, I was still only 3 cm dilated and 60% effaced. The pitocin was started at 8:10 am. I adore the woman who got my IV started...she got it on the first try!

I started to really feel the contractions at about 11 a.m. I was checked and was still only 3 cm dilated...but 90% effaced. At least something was happening. They kept upping the pitocin all afternoon. By about 4 pm, the contractions were really painful and coming one right on top of the other. At that point, I asked for some drugs. They checked me...STILL only 3 cm dilated!!! They wouldn't give me an epidural until I was 4 cm. So, they offered me Nubane, but I declined. At a little after 5 pm, my OB came in and checked me. I was at 4 cm and she told me I could get my epidural after she broke my water. This is where I lost all control...breaking the water was the most painful thing I have ever experienced! It took about 5 minutes of digging around. She said I had one of the toughest bags of waters she has ever seen. No wonder stripping my membranes never worked. She said it never would have broken on it's own. Anyway, she finally got it broken. I actually cried and screamed while she was doing it. It hurt so much worse than the contractions. She also put in an internal monitor after she broke the water...that hurt too.

After that, I finally got my epidural. The epidural didn't hurt at all. It took a while to work on my right side though and after she broke my water, the contractions got really intense and I could feel them on the right side. They cathed me, and as soon as they did that, the epidural started working on the right side. Phew! I was in heaven then! I was a regular little miss sunshine after that.

Well, they checked me at 7:30 and I was at 5-6 cm and totally effaced. At 8 pm, I sent my husband home to let the dog out to use the bathroom and check on the cats, thinking I still had a few hours until the baby would be born. Ha! The nurse came in again at 8:45 and checked me and got this incredulous look on her face. She said I was completely dilated and the baby's head was in the birth canal! I felt none of this! No pressure or anything. So, I called my DH to tell him to get his butt back to the hospital. They called my OB and she said that she would be there soon and to have me start pushing in 15 minutes (9 pm). My husband made it back just in time for me to start pushing. I pushed through the 1st two contractions and the baby's head started crowning. They told me not to push through the next two, to give my OB time to get there. She got in, and I started pushing again. Two contractions later, Landon was born! I never felt a thing except a strange sensation when she pulled him out.

I only had a minor 1st degree tear. The placenta came out right after Landon did. I never felt my OB stitch me up or anything. When my OB pulled Landon out, she tossed him onto my stomach and all I remember saying is "Why isn't he crying? He should be crying!" A little suctioning took care of that. The nurse took him and he scored an 8 an 9 on his apgars. He weighed 7 lbs. 12 oz. and was 21 inches long. From the start of the pitocin, it took 11 hours for him to be born. I can't believe I went from 5 cm to 10 cm in an hour though!

Overall, it was a GREAT experience and I will not be afraid to go through it again in the future!

Here's the pics...there are LOTS!!!

Me before the contrax got bad...

Me during a pretty intense contraction...

Me after the water breaking ordeal and feeling some horrible contractions...and after the epidural started working. I was a happy camper!

He's here!

Getting assessed...

Daddy holding Landon for the first time...

Mommy, Daddy, and Landon. I was so tired and swollen...but ecstatic!

He told me I did a good job!

I was so thrilled to finally have my little boy!

Daddy changing the first poopie diaper!

So cute in his knit cap!

His NC outfit...

Landon and his great-great grandma Gerri


Big yawn!

All ready to go home!

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Alison Regan's birthstory -

Tuesday morning I called my OB's office and asked them if they had ever had a chance to review the ultrasound from Thursday. I also told them that my pain and discomfort level were getting larger. Not to mention I had caught my husband's head cold. So after I called the doc's office, I ate breakfast and laid back down. I also took some tylenol to help me get a little more sleep. I managed to get some rest, and woke up about 1230.

I got up and started to make myself a sandwhich for lunch. As I was doing this, the phone rang - It was the OB's office. They told me that I would need to be induced that day. I told them that I would have to try to find my husband at work. My OB asked if I could get to the hospital without waiting for my husband. I was forceful about that, and said that I needed him there. DH has a way of keeping me calm in times of stress. I managed to track him down, and then shortly after the panic started setting in. DH told me to relax and to go finish my lunch and take my shower. By the time he got home, I was ready to go. Not to mention had the fact that my wiggle worm would be in my arms in a few hours had firmly set in.

So on the way to the hospital we stopped to get the DH something to eat. I decided to pick up some more for me, as who knows when I would be able to eat again. We arrived at the hospital at almost 3pm on the dot. We had to wait a little in registration. The ladies kept trying to get me to sit down. I told them that I knew I would be tied to a bed soon, so I was taking pleasure in a last few moments of standing and moving around. By 330 they had us up in labor and delivery.

The nurse got me hooked up to the monitors. The wiggle worm re-affirmed her hatred of all monitoring devices, so the nurse kept having to play chase the baby. They also started my IV. The poor nurse managed to find a REALLY good vein, and according to my husband, I squirted blood. Needless to say, no re-sticking on that vein. She taped it down, and started me on basic fluid IV drip. About four or a little after, my OB came in and checked me. I was at 2 cm and 75 percent already just by myself, so I was surprised. She ordered that the pitocin be started, and off we went.

Around this time, the nurses changed shifts. Bless her heart, but my new nurse had tiny fingers and at that point in labor my cervix was just too high for her to feel. GOOD LORD that hurt. I wanted to smack her. Shortly after they started the pitocin drip, DH ran home to finish installing the car seat, grab his pillow, and finish up a few things. Some how I managed to keep my cool while he was gone. I was glad that he made it back before the contractions got too bad.

I did start panicing some when the contractions started picking up. Thankfully my husband got me on a good pattern of breathing thru them, not to mention letting me squeeze the crap out of his hand. He also made me giggle and laugh during some of them to keep my mind off of the pain. I had MAJOR back labor, which the nurses and OB attributed to my scoliosis in my lower back. The pitocin was upped who knows how many times, I lost count. I was in serious pain, and pleaded for the epidural. The nurse wasn't able to pin point how far along I was, so she fudged and said I was ready. She called the OB, and then asked me if I wanted to start of with just pain meds first. I said, "No...epidural. Straight to the good stuff." I got started on the IV drip of fluids for that, and was in tears from the contractions at this point. God Bless my DH and his ability to tolerate me squeezing his hand to death.

By the time the epidural guy got there, I was half out of it due to the pain. I informed him of my scoliosis and he gave me the look. He said we could try, and it would be up to me if the trying got to be too much. He said I could have the epidural, but it would really just depend on how it went. I told him I was game for anything that would make the pain stop. I have to say the next part was probably one the hardest parts of labor I went thru. I was having such strong contractions and back labor, that the only way I was able to stay still was to forceable burry my head in DH's chest, while he kept his other hand on my shoulders to stabilize me. The doc had me keep telling him if I felt anything weird. I felt some stabbing pains, but then VIOLA - epidural space FOUND! He hooked me up to the test dose and had me lay down to see how my blood pressure handled it. I did just fine, so he hooked me up to THE GOOD LOVELY PAIN PUMP! *hugs pain pump* Epidural doc was informed by me that he was my new best friend. He laughed and said he'd be in to check on me later.

After that, the pitocin was upped again I think. The pressure soon got really bad. The nurse said my membranes were bulging. She said that if they hadn't broken naturally by the time my OB got back there, that the OB would break them. OMG weird feeling having your waters broke. Talk about gush. The gush proved the therory that the baby's head was still really high. The water breaking soon fixed that problem. I started to feel the contractions soon again. I never could tell at that point if it was strong pressure or some pain. Just knew I felt SOMETHING.

Then fast foward a good bit and I start feeling like I need to push. They check me and I'm at 9cm. YAY! Almost there....yeah right, this kiddo had other plans. After a bit more, they re-check me when I talk about the pressure and pushing feeling getting worse. Still 9cm. WTF??!?! I kindly inform the little one that it's time to come out. The nurse told me if I felt like pushing, I could start sneaking small pushes to help things along. This plan worked. I was at 10cm and ready to go. By this point my body was pushing for me, that's how strong the urges were.

The epidural affected my pushing some. Not to mention I had to get the hang of just HOW to push this kid out. Her feet were still in my rib cage, so that made trying to hold my breath during pushes HELL. Not to mention I was so tired by this point that my body was exhausted. I remember around this point noticing the time on DH's name badge from the last time he went out to the car. It was 108 am. Holy cow, I didn't realize how long we'd been there. After some good pushing, the OB said that the baby's head kept going back some after each push. I tell them all that I'm trying my best to make this work. I was also getting sick at my stomach too. After some more pushing, me snapping at people, and the DH taking over coaching, we got into a good swing of things. (Nurses kept trying to couch, but DH's voice was REALLY easy to pick up over their's and I focused on that.)

They wanted to turn me on my side at one point. I had to snap at the nurse because turning on my right side HURT REALLY BAD. They decided to trust this fact based on my reaction, and let me stay on my back. They did end up letting me use the handle bars. OMG...that made pushing a lot easier than trying to get myself to hold my legs up. By this point, the pressure, burning, tingling and pain were getting bad. Oh, not to mention by this point, the epidural drip had been off for awhile. Then I felt it - her head starting to crown. DH looked at me and told me to not stop. I was there, and that I could do it. My DH is the main reason I could to it. I did almost have a panic attack at that point and he got me refocused. He told me to get mad at it and push her out. Next thing I know, I hear the OB asking for the bulb. It barely clicks in my head that the little one's head is out. The next push I feel the rest of her slide out. She screamed right away. God, that was the best sound. Not to mention the look on my DH's face. He cut the cord, and they put her on my chest. She was a slimey little warm thing. Man I loved feeling her on my chest. DH looked so happy too. After a little bit, they took her for her initial tests.

DH went over to watch over that. LO picked up on his voice and kept re-acting to it. The nurse kept commenting on that, and how Alison kept kicking her. LOL. DH came back over to me, and held my hand during the rest of delivery. He also kept me focused during the stitching up. Even with the local anistetic, that HURT and felt weird. After this, DH went to get Alison's foot prints in our baby book. Then we get "the measurement." My OB commented on how Alison didn't even look like a newborn. lol. Then she heard the 9lbs and 4ozs, 22 inches long report, and said she hadn't seen a baby that long in awhile. After that, they gave her to DH who passed her to me. We started in on some breast feeding. She took to it nicely. I finally get to ask what time she was born, and they tell me at 356am. So from start to finish, it was twelve hours.

Her APGAR scores were 9 and 9, which made me so happy to hear. They took her off to the nursery for her initial tests, bathe, ect. I get my shower, and soon tell the DH to go home to get some sleep. By that point it was past 6 am, and he'd been up for 24+ hours. He makes sure I'm safe in bed, and heads home. My body was still running on adrenaline, so I didn't settled down till about 9am after I ate breakfast. I asked a nurse when they might bring Alison back, and they said she was asleep, so they would bring her back when she woke up so that I could get some rest.

When I woke up, I was informed that her blood sugars had dropped, so she was being supplemented with formula to try to get her sugars up and avoid the IV. Breastfeeding was hard during that because she was so tired and out of it. Thankfully by 3pm she passed one of the blood sugar tests, and she passed another at 6pm, so she was home free. She was up ALL NIGHT last night due to it though, but we got some good practice breast feeding in.

Right now, I'm waiting on her to get back from the nursery. She is getting some of her tests done while the nurse has time. So I'm taking this moment to write this up. Alison is up to about an hour on the boob when she is hungry and awake. I'm thinking we can slowly get into a pattern with this once we get home where it will be lots easier to find comfortable positionings. I'm healing up well, I think. I'm still sore and achey and swollen. My back and muscles are killing me, but thankfully they are letting me take motrin now, so it's helping.

Well that's about all I can think of. Sorry for the length. Smile

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I'm a little late in getting this in here, and it's really not complete, but I wanted to get it in here while I still remembered lol. There is some missing info, and I will edit it when I have more time, but for now, this is the copy and paste from when I got home.

Around 2:30am I woke up as usual to go pee Tuesday, and felt "wet" as if I were leaking something. So, as they say to do online, feel it and do a sniff test. If you smell nothing, it's most likely amniotic fluid. So, I smelt nothing, but thought, well I am kinda hot, maybe I'm just really sweaty. So, went back to bed. Got up at 10:30ish I think, and again, felt all wet. Sat up on the bed and when I got up, I left a puddle behind. So, after pondering if I should go in or not, we finally decided to go in and see, which is when you all got my first post.

Got there, and they stuck the q-tip thingy in to test to see if it had broke, yep. It turned black, so yay for me, I'm admitted! The dr wanted me to walk around and see if I could go on my own, and at this point I was 2cms dilated, and 50% effaced. So, I walked around, drank lots of liquids, got annoyed by Bruce who insisted on playing with the buttons on my bed and making me laugh even though it hurt lol.

8pm rolls around, and I'm sitting at 3cms, and still half way effaced. Dr tells the nurse to leave me till 9pm, at which point they'll start me on Pitocin. Ohhhh, lucky me I thought lol.

After that, it actually went rather quickly. 9:20pm the drip was started. By about 10:30 or so I had gone to about 5cms, and the dr ordered a shot of Demerol, to help for pain and to help the dilation go a bit faster. By 11, the contractions were coming about 5 mins apart, and getting stronger each time. By about 11:45pm, I told Bruce I think this baby will be here by about 12:30. The contractions had started coming 2 minutes apart, and getting even stronger. I was offered the mask, but didn't take it. While the contractions were stronger, I was able (probably through the help of the Demerol) to tolerate them. Sometime after 12, I was 8cms, and still no real need to push, but she called the dr in. Close to 12:30, I was in tears cause of the pain, and once the dr got there, that was it, the contractions seemed to take off and there was no need/time for the mask, it was time to get this baby out!

I think I pushed for 5 minutes, and only about 4 really big pushes and a couple small ones and out the baby came!

So, in reality, I was only in real labor for about 4 hours, since nothing really started till 9pm when I got the drip. I had a few contractions off and on till then, but nothing to really say "THIS IS IT" over.

Now. Isn't there something else I need to post. Oh yes. What did I have?

Am I a member of Team Blue or Team Pink?



We had our girl!! As soon as she came out, Bruce sorta knew, but didn't wanna say anything in case he was wrong. They had immediately took her to the warming bed, and they hadn't said anything. The look on his face said "IT"S A GIRL" and I had to ask him, "What is it?" Then I heard the dr say "Congrats, it's a girl!" Well, that was it. I started crying and smiling, and sorta laughing, but more so crying. I still can't believe it!

Rachel, she very much doesnt have anything on her that looks like a giant set of balls LMAO!

Baby Stats:

Name: Heather Anne Hansen
DOB: December 12, 2007
Time: 12:45am
Weight: 9lbs, 2 1/4 ozs
Length: 20 inches
APGAR - 7 and 10

As soon as she was born:

1 Hour later:

First Family Pic:

Heather at 1am after a feeding (1 day old, still in hospital)

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Parker Rhodes is here!!

**Timing and small details are approximate, I can’t find the piece of paper with more accurate times written on it but will edit when I go – need to get this done while baby is sleeping!**

I was scheduled for an induction on Thursday 20th December but received a call on Tuesday morning asking whether I wanted to be induced that day instead. I was 41 weeks and 1 day – 8 days overdue but was hoping to go into labor on my own so I told the nurse that I wasn’t ready for that and would wait until Thursday. I got to thinking while sitting on the couch and called Joel (DH) to tell him about the call, he said it was up to me and left it at that… after an hour of humming and hawing I decided to go for it. I would get to meet my little guy two days earlier and be home in time for Christmas.

So I called L&D and told them we were coming in. I had something light to eat and got in the shower after packing my hospital bag (how slack!!). Joel came home from work and we arrived at the hospital at around 1pm – much better than the 5:30am we had planned for Thursday. They showed us to our room and handed me my gown. Joel pulled out the video camera and we did a bit of a guided tour of the room to pass the time and ease our nerves. We took ‘bets’ on how big we thought he would be, I really didn’t have an estimate but Joel said 9lb 5oz I think – he said he really didn’t know what it meant but sounded like a good number! I didn’t think so…

My nurse finally came in to put in my IV and I told her I was terrified of the thing. She explained what everything was, how it worked and taped it up really well when she was done. It wasn’t half as bad as I thought it was going to be. She got the fluids going and the doctor came in to check me – barely 1cm and about 50% effaced – he said we had a long night ahead of us and the nurse got the pitocin started about an hour after we had checked in. It didn’t really do much until it got up to 14-16 on the drip (not sure of the units of measurement) – I spent the time up going backwards and forwards to the bathroom, eating lime popsicles and watching movies. Then all of a sudden those contractions that were showing up on the monitor, but I wasn’t feeling got REALLY painful.

When the drip was at 18 I was having contractions 2 minutes apart and when checked I was still only around 2.5/3cm. While being checked my water broke on it’s own! What a weird feeling! But good because I wasn’t looking forward to the doctor doing it. I couldn’t handle the pain anymore so asked for some pain medication. Because I really wanted to avoid the epidural I got some stadol and it didn’t do much at first. After making it through a few more contractions I was sobbing and asked for the epidural. The anesthesiologist was awesome! He had come in earlier and I had told him I wasn’t interested at that point but he sure did get to my room quick when I needed him! He explained everything really well and told me what he was doing during each step and what to expect. He and the nurses really helped, it wasn’t nearly as scary/painful as I thought it would be. I wish Joel hadn’t been kicked out of the room though! It kicked in nearly straight away. I could still feel my legs – they were tingly but I could still move them fairly well. I couldn’t feel a thing below my chest other than my legs – HEAVENLY! And then the stadol really kicked in and I was off. The room was spinning and I couldn’t talk really well so Joel was laughing at me. I would rather be out of it than in pain honestly!

I was checked a while later and had made it to 4cm, ~75% effaced and (?) station. Between now and the next time I was checked my blood pressure kept getting lower – 79/43 at one point and Parker’s heart rate was showing ‘early decelerations’. I changed position frequently and had the oxygen mask on to try to help him out – eventually they gave me a shot of ephedrine and that seemed to help my blood pressure and his heart rate.

About an hour later, at 11:07pm (as per txt records) I was 8cm, 100% effaced and 0 station! I was like ‘huh, I didn’t do anything!’, the nurse was surprised too and said that was why his heart rate was going down – what they thought were early decelerations were actually somewhat to be expected as he got squished into the birth canal with each contraction. Within the next hour I started feeling pain/pressure in my bum and called the nurse. She checked me again and said I was almost complete. With each contraction I did a sneaky little push, both to relieve the pressure/pain and to move Parker down. I was checked again and my nurses couldn’t reach my cervix because his head was right there! The doctor came in, the bed was broken apart and I started pushing. What a strange feeling!! With each contraction I would push 3 or 4 times and seemed to be making good progress (I kept asking, because I wasn’t sure anything was happening – Joel assured me something was, he could see his head wiggling around everytime I pushed!)

After around 10 hours of labor and 35-45 minutes of pushing Parker Rhodes was born at 12:51am on December 19th! He was immediately put on my stomach and Joel and I just stared at him crying. It was a pretty amazing moment.

Boy were we surprised when he was weighed – 9lbs 3.3 oz and 19 inches long!! Joel was pretty close!! No wonder I was sore… I had two 2nd degree tears, one to the perineal area and one on the inside right wall of the birth canal. It took a while for the doctor to stitch me up and it hurt but with a little lidocaine and watching my little guy get cleaned up I made it through. He was a little gurgly so they suctioned him out really well and handed him back to me. The nurse helped me start breastfeeding and we did pretty well.

We snuggled with our little guy for a while and then Joel went to call family and I rested while a nurse cleaned Parker up a little more. I watched quietly just in awe of how small he was (yet so big apparently!!)
We left the hospital about 36 hours after he was born. I was feeling pretty good, Parker was doing well having only lost a little weight (down to 8lb 13oz) and we just wanted to go home and start life with our little family… it’s been an adventure so far!!

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[FONT=Verdana]Cole's Birth Story:[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]December 6, 2007 at 7:40 am
8 lbs 4oz
20 inches long[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana]Cole was a scheduled c-section because he was breech. We arrived at the hospital at 5:00sm on December 6th for a 7:30am c-section. They did all their routine prep. The hooked me up to the monitor and I was having some pretty good sized contractions. The nurses said that I would probably have gone into labor on my own within 24 hours so it was our time. They had a lot of students around. One of my nurses who was prepping me was an intern who was on her last day of her internship. She goofed up giving me my IV. Shortly after she put the IV in and they started me on some fluids, my hand started to feel numb. The head nurse just discounted it, but thank god my DH had figured it out- the intern had left the trinket (sp?) on my arm![/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana]Once in the operating room, everything happened very quickly. It sucked not having DH in the room the whole time. He was just brought in about 2 minutes before Cole was born. There were about 4 medical students in the room observing. My doctor was talking them through the whole procedure while she was doing it. I really didn’t need to hear all of that. She was quizzing them on all my anatomy like what layer of tissue was this. What do you call it when you see that, sort of thing? I just tried to block all of that out. I did hear her tell them that he was the kind of breech that they never move out of- his feet were down and crossed at the ankle, like he was sitting Indian style.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana]When Cole was delivered, I only got a quick glimpse of him as they brought him over to another area to clean up. He looked so big and had such a loud cry. DH immediately went over to him and stayed with him the entire time. They headed off to recovery pretty quick while they were finishing putting me back together. It seemed like forever, but finally they brought me into recovery and I could finally get a good look at my son and got to hold him. He was so big and cute. It felt perfect in my arms. I could already see his legs, arms and head moving around like crazy. That is the one sight I was dying to see. Despite having the genetic testing, we always wondered in the back of our minds, if the test results were accurate. Our DD had very little arm movement and could barely move her legs and head, so to see him moving around was the best feeling possible.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana]While in recovery, I started bleeding quite a bit. They ended up giving me some medicine and it worked quickly to slow the bleeding down and all was good. The pain meds they gave me were great. They gave me some pills; I called happy pills that I got to take home from the hospital. Even though, they assured me that it was fine for the baby, I know some of that was passed down to the baby. He was way too calm those first days while on the meds. As soon as I stopped taking them, he “woke up”.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana]I think I have healed up pretty fast. I am just a little tender around my incision area and can feel it when I try and use my stomach muscles too much. I was pleasantly surprised by my scar. It is sooooo low, no one will ever see it. It’s also so thin. I had seen my SIL’s scar and her’s was so much higher and bigger. My doctor did a great job.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana]All and all, we have been very lucky. Cole has been a wonderful baby and I have been recovering pretty well. I am so excited and looking forward to the future. It’s so fun to think of him reaching all of his milestones. It’s the smallest little things that mean the most. So far, my absolutely favorite is putting him up on my shoulder and having him hold on to me. That feeling is priceless.[/FONT]

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Samantha Rose's Birth Story

Thursday, December 13 I went to my 40 doctor appointment. I was to have a NST and an ultra-sound to check everything. Everything seemed relativly ok. However, with all the contractions I was having the past couple of weeks, I was still at 1 cm. Also, when I was having a contraction, baby's heartrate would remain the same (it didn't go up and it didn't go down). So the doctor shoved her hand up me and tried to "tickle" her head to see if LO would respond but she didn't. The doctor decided to try to induce me. I was to go over to L&D at 8 and have cervidel put inside me. Having the IV placed was horrible. The nurse first tried my left hand and the vein collapsed. When the nurse was putting it in my right hand I felt like I was going to pass out. DH said I turned really pale. Friday morning, Pitocin was started. It was the worst pain I've ever felt. I moved from 1 cm to 4 in a couple of hours. When the doctor checked me at 4 she decided to break my water. As soon as my water broke I went to 5cm. At this point I was practically begging for my epidural. I started shaking I was in so much pain. It took the anastesiologist (sp?) about 10 minutes to get up to me and it was the longest 10 minutes of my life. Once I got the epidural I passed out. About 10:40/10:45 I started to push. After about 20 pushes or so Samantha Rose was born at 11:05 a.m. December 14th. She was 8 pounds 2 ounces and 21 inches long.

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Ben and I arrived at Ireland Community Hospital in Fort Knox, KY around 5:45am for my scheduled c-section. After unpacking and getting changed into my gown, I was then hooked up to monitors for about an hour while we waited for Surgery to come get me. In the mean time we filled out paperwork and listened to Sean's heart beating on the monitor. He was pretty active the whole time.

At 7:00am the Surgery department came for me and the nerves started to kick in. I was just anxious about what was going to happen. I didn't have time to think about it last time as everything was rushed with Jace and I was so drugged. Ben was whisked off to get changed and I was taken to pre-op for my IV and yummy stuff to drink. After the nurse talked to me with Ben by my side, my emotions just ran rapid. I teared up at everything. After one last kiss, it was off to the OR. They made some adjustments to the table and then it was time for the spinal. I jumped with the pokes, but overall it wasn't too bad. Soon the warm, heavy sensation started down my legs. After a few minutes I became very flushed and requested a cool wash cloth, while they were prompt to give me one, it was hot. My anesthesia person was awesome. Every time I felt sick he was quick to adjust my medicine.

Soon everything was set up and Ben was brought in. I heard them announce the first incision being made at 7:59am. Ben and I could smell my skin burning from being cauterized. I didn't feel any pain, just pressure and some touching on my upper abdomen. The pressure when they pushed Sean out was the worse. Ben wasn't allowed to watch like he was with Jace, but he kept reassuring me that I was doing great and that he loved me. After a long 14 minutes, Sean was born at 8:13am. Ben got to see him being delivered. When I heard those cries I just lost it. I couldn't believe I had just had another baby. Dr. Williams said he was a chomper as he was biting on her fingers with good force. I just said "Oh my poor nipples!" He came out fighting and screamed the whole time he was being checked out. I could partially see him if I strained my neck. Ben brought him over for me to see before they left for the nursery. He didn't look like his brother.

It took them another 45 minutes to sew me back up. Dr. Williams said I had quite a bit of scar tissue on my bladder, but she was able to take care of it. And she made my "crooked smile" from my last c-section a little straighter too! I did have a moment where I got pretty close to throwing up. The Dr did something to adjust my blood pressure when they tilted the table slightly and it threw my body off. But after about 5 minutes I was able to relax again. After they removed the blue curtain I could see the reflection of my incision in the light above. It was weird to see but not really feel it. I was then taken to recovery for about 45 minutes. I was told there that my heart had been skipping a few beats while in surgery. But they were pretty sure it was from the anesthesia as I haven't ever had that problem before that I was aware of.

After a bumpy ride back to my room, I finally got to meet our new son. Daddy was sitting in the corner holding him while they waited patiently for my return. After the nurses were down with me, we decided it was time to decide on a name for him. But I was soon given a nice shot of Demerol and was totally out of it. So we had to hold off. I don't know what time we decided, but it was a couple of hours later. The rest of my stay was pretty uneventful. It seemed like someone was in my room every hour, so it was hard to rest. Jace and my parents came to see us at 6:00pm. Jace was a little curious, but stuck with Ben for the most part. He didn't want to hold him or anything. It wasn't until the next night that he held him briefly. We left the hospital 12/13 in the afternoon.

Sean Olen was born 12/11/07 at 8:13am weighing 7lbs 6ozs and 18.5" long. His agar scores were 8 and 9.

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Shortly after I posted last yesterday the hospital called and said to get up there and there was a room ready. We rushed up and got there just in time. I got a room and so we started at 3pm. The doc finally got in there about 5pm and I was still a two and hard so they started pitocin. The pain slowly got worse and I started to dialate. They checked me at about 9pm and I was a 3. Well she stirred something up and after she left I felt a gush that felt like I was peeing the bed. I told DH to get the nurse because I thought my water broke! She came in with her qtip and sure thing it had! That was the worst feeling ever because I couldn't move, they just kept putting towels under me. My doc walked in about 30 seconds after the wonderful nurse had cleaned me up telling me he was going to break my water..the nurse told him that it must have known that and it broke itself. We all thought that it was hilarious!
I started to have some vicious contractions and I kept telling myself just wait 5 more minutes. The nurse came in and I said I can't wait, give me the epidural please. Within 15 minutes I had the epidural. I finally felt comfortable and DH and I went to sleep. Shift change at 11pm and the nurse that had came out to bump me that morning came in. She told me that she was so happy I was there and I told her that I had to wait for her to come back in so she could deliver me. She checked me and I was a 6. I was shocked. She said to get some sleep so DH and I went back to sleep.She shifted me on my left side (LO didn't like this side) and told me to get some rest. About 15 to 20 minutes later she came in to check me again and I was ready. What was weird was I had told DH a few minutes before she came in that I thought I felt her head...She started to get the room ready and called the doc. When she finally got the room ready and me in the stir ups she told me that when I felt a contraction (I had an epidural so I didn't feel pain just pressure to give a push). I did it once and she said "OK WAIT! Let's wait for the doc!" I told DH that I could feel her head there. With every contraction I thought she was just going to fall out. We waited for about 20 minutes for my wonderful doc to show up. He came and got ready and sat down and told me when I felt the next contraction to give a push. So I did and stopped, gave another one and she was out! She cried right away, was pink and pretty and had the most beautiful face. I cried because I had not felt that much love for someone I had never met since my DD and DS was born. It was so overwhelming and so surreal! I still look at her and wonder if this is really happening. My DH was the best coach and I love him so much more now for being so great. There is so much more to this story but I am sure you all don't want to hear it...
Caelynn Kathleen B.
7 lbs 11oz
19.5 inches
scores 9 and 9
Most beautiful baby in the world! She took to bfing right away, is a farting, throwing up, pooping machine. We are here til Monday because I was GBS positive so I brought computer up to keep me busy. I didn't tear, only a small scratch which is not normal for me. I am doing pretty good except for back pain from the epidural and my booty hurts from labor.
Will probably check in more since I will be trying to pass time on here so I don't go crazy. Here are some pics!

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This is short and sweet and kinda "patchy". I don't really remember a lot of it b/c I slept A LOT, and it was just a very nice, simple experience. Very smooth. Smile

I went to the Dr. for my "38 Week" Appt check up. I had heard from someone that if you can raise up your blood pressure, maybe they'll induce you. Smile Sooo...I did just that. I was very tired of being pregnant, and ready to be done with it. I ran around the waiting room, and tried to riase my blood pressure. It worked. When I went back to the room, the checked me and it was about 140/90. So, they decided to check my urine, - which came back positive with protein and blood. Which makes me wonder if they would have found that out, had I not raised my BP, b/c that is the only reason they ever check your urine. So, my mid-wife told me that they were going to send me to labor and delivery, - !!! WOOHOO!! I was sent to L&D and they put me on the monitors, and put in a cathader. I was actually contracting a bit on my own, not too strong, but one about every 2-3 minutes. Some time went by, and Dr. Buyer choose to admit me, and insuce my labor. Smile This was around 11:30 or so.

They had to put me on an IV, as normal of course, but they also had to give me a Magnisum drip to prevent me from having a sezuire from the PIH. (Pregnancy induced hypertension.) Soon after that my parents showed up, as well as my aunt and grandmother. I guess it was late-afternoon when I asked the nurse for something for pain. I wasn't in too much pain, but enough that I was a little uncomfortable. She gave me an injection of stadol and phinagrin. That pretty much knocked me out. I was out for a few good hours, and into the night. When I woke up, Dr. weeks checked me, and I was about 5-6cm. Dr. weeks broke my water then, and told me that if I was in any pain, I should get my epidural, b/c it was going to worsen now that she broke my water. So, I agreed. The "epi team" came in around 12:30am, and gave me my epi. It didn't hurt at all, which really surprized me. I was scared it was going to hurt like hell. After that, I went back to sleep.

It was around 4:00am when my right side started to feel everything, but not my left...which ment my epi was only working on one side. So the epi chick came back to my room and pulled it out slightly and that fixed the problem. I was checked again around 6:00 and was 9CM. Smile It was actually a few hours before I became totally dialted. And as that happend, I was feeling a ton of pressure and the need to push. This was actually the hardest part of the whole labor for me to go through. I really wanted to push and couldn't yet. Finally Dr. S. came in and I was ready! I pushed for about an hour I think. It was really hard but satisfing at the same time, b/c it felt good to push through the pressure. I got to see his head while they held up a big mirror. It was all grey looking. Smile LOL. All I really remember was looking down at my tummy when he finally came out and seeing my tummy "deflate". It was crazy.

CJ came out, and they put him on my tummy, and my mom cut the cord. The rest of my family came in to see him, and all while they were stiching me up. I tore 3 times. Ugh. NOT FUN!! His apagar scores were 8 and 9. He was 8 pounds, 1 ounce - and 21 1/2 inches long. He's the love of my life.

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Here's the story of Mina's birth.

Short Story: Mina Catherine was born at 1:46am on December 29th. She was 7 lbs, 11oz and 20.5 inches in length. She’s extremely cute and worth everything we went through to get her. If anyone wonders about the pronunciation, Mina is pronounced me-nah, rhymes with Tina, Gina, etc.

Long Story: The labor was about 24 hours in length. Thursday morning I had my membranes stripped and was dilated 1.5-2 cm. I felt icky all day and had contractions here and there. I woke up Friday morning at about 1am having contractions that I couldn’t ignore every 5 minutes or so. I went and took a bath and let Jon sleep some more to see if they would regulate or go away. By 3am Jon was up with me timing contractions using contraction master and we went in to the hospital around 7am or so. They checked me and I was making progress. Unfortunately pain makes me puke so I was a real mess until I got my epidural around 2pm. I puked whenever I had to change position and couldn't keep water in my system. It didn’t help that I was having back labor. I slept all afternoon and progressed to about 8cm and stalled out. At this point they figured out the baby wasn’t quite in the perfect position so they tried to get her to move unsuccessfully. They weren't sure if she was transverse or sunny side up or a combination of the two. I started feeling pain and pressure (and nausea) again in the evening and went through hours of labor wanting to push and getting pitocin to try to get things moving again. My bag of waters broke in the afternoon and had miconium in it so they didn't want me to just lay around for too long.

Finally they allowed me to push after I begged and wimpered and my personality came out from the fog of pain. The doctor said she’d give me two hours to push because the baby was sunny side up and because of the miconium. Baby's heartrate decelerated some so they kept having me change from side to side (making me puke some more) to get baby happier. I pushed my heart out and they couldn’t believe I got the hang of it after just a contraction or two. I decided before I even started pushing that I was going to be good at that part and I was right. Because of Mina’s position it still took a long time to get her to descend at all. The doctor stopped by and told me 20 minutes to baby or c-section and I said there was no way in he** I was getting a c-section after laboring that long. I pushed like my life depended on it and got her to descend far enough that the doctor felt comfortable attempting a forceps delivery. With her position there was no way she was coming out without assistance.

On came the forceps and out came the baby. She had to go to the NICU right away to make sure she didn’t aspirate miconium while I got stitched up (4th degree tear – ouch!). She was nice and healthy and I got to meet her a couple of hours later. We started to get the hang of nursing by midmorning and had lots of visiting family stop by. On Sunday Mina had a brief fever that slightly concerned the nurse. On Monday she had a fever again right as we were going to be released so they kept us and ran every test known to man on Mina, including a spinal tap. She seemed really healthy, but they wanted to make sure she didn’t have some sort of infection before they sent her home. Since Monday she hasn’t had a fever at all and has been doing everything well – eating, pooping, peeing, sleeping, crying, snuggling, etc. and they finally released us from the hospital on Wednesday night. We are so glad to be home. I can’t believe how lucky we are to have the little daughter we always wanted.

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willydink's birth

On Sunday 12.23.07 at 8 AM my water began to trickle. I went to the bathroom and if I used my kegal muscles I could squeeze amniotic fluid out. I wasn't sure that it was definitely my waters though, so I called my mom. She said wait an hour and see what happened. If it was labor it would progress no matter what. I told the hubby and he got up and showered. I called the hospital and they said to come on in to be checked, that if it was my waters they wanted me in the hospital not at home, but not to break our necks to get there. At 9 AM my waters broke in a gush all over the wood floor in the bedroom. So we ate breakfast- I had a waffle pb and j sandwich and to the hospital we went. On the way, my contractions started at about 6 minutes apart.

They weighed me when we arrived, took my vitals and had me change into a gown. I was put on the fetal monitor and the baby was doing wonderfully. They checked the fluid and found that it was indeed amniotic fluid. I was admitted. The doctor came in and checked me. She ordered a pitocin drip as my contractions were not going fast enough at 11 AM. She also said she expected that I would have a Christmas Eve baby as she felt it would be after midnight when I delivered. I labored until 1 PM and then had an epidural.

The nurse checked my around 3PM and found that I was 3 cm dialated. So we kept on laying and waiting. At 7 PM the nurse change happened and this nurse asked if i was feeling any pressure. I told her I felt a ton of pressure, so she checked me and my cervix was totally gone! My mom arrived and stayed in the birthing suite from this point on. The nurse called the doctor and they said I could start pushing. So the pushing began at 8:05PM. I pushed until 9:30 PM at which point my epidural wasn't really working, I was exhausted and started crying. They called the anesthesiologist but he was tied up. So his nurse came and gave me a bolus of pain medication. I was convinced I couldn't do this. The nurse called in the doctor and she checked and said that yes I definitely could deliver vaginially. The nurse had thought I needed a c-section as willydink had spent the entire pushing time rocking back and forth about 1 inch from exiting me. He kept getting hung up on my pubic bone. So we pushed some more. at 10PM she decided that we needed to use forceps. She said she was just going to ease his head out and that then he should slide right out.

So they called in the delivery team of nurses. The doctor inserts the forceps and says she's just going to check to be sure that his shoulders will slide out and that he isn't too big. So she tells me to push, and to push HARD. Next thing I know out slides his head, and I feel lots of pressure and tearing as his shoulders and the rest of his body slides out. As his shoulders slid out I felt a large pop. His left clavicle was broken on the way out of delivery. His poor little head had a large hematoma from where he kept rocking back and forth and his head was shaped very much like a cone. The doctor said the hematoma was more like a hickey than a bruise and would be gone in no time. As for the cone shape, she expected that to be gone in a day and a half. He also had some small bruises from the forceps on his temples and one behind his ear.

As for me, my epidural was completely not working. Even after the nurse had given me the bolus I had no relief. So, I delivered feeling everything. The doctor immediately had to stitch me up without the epidural working due to large blood loss. Also, she had to manually remove my placenta. They called the anesthesiologist back. This time he gave me a block that is usually used for c-sections and a 20 hour long acting morphine so that I would have relief the next day as well.

My blood pressure bottomed out due to the blood loss. I had to have 3 rounds of epinephrine. In addition, lots of IV fluids were pushed. I also had to have extra rounds of pitocin and antibiotics to assist with the placenta issues. After I was stable, I was given a sponge bath, and all my bedding was changed. The nurse got me all comfy in the bed. This is when Pete and Nancy came to visit the baby. They took a few pictures and left so that I could nurse. The nurse brought willydink over to nurse. At this point it was just after 1 AM. The nurse literally climbed in the bed with me and helped me nurse. She taught the hubby and I how to get him latched on. At about 2 AM we sent willydink to the nursery and laid down for some rest.

In the morning, my blood pressure dropped again. The doctor was concerned and decided on some more interventions. If these had not been successful, I would have required blood transfusions. Luckily, they worked. We ended up staying until Wednesday (one extra day) due to my major tearing and blood loss.

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Willows Birth Story.

My due date was December 20th 2007. And all my appointment leading up to the 20th were showing no signs of progression i was 1cm and 0% effaced for over a month and my OB doctors were worried they would have to induce me if i didn't go on my own a week from my due date. Well starting Thursday (Dec 20th) morning i started having stronger contraction then what i had been having for the past 2 weeks. My parents came out to get me to drive me to Louisville for my OB appointment when i got there and got called back i told my OB that i had been having contractions they were increasing in severity and becoming closer together. She checked my cervix and discovered i was still 1cm and 0% effaced and told me to go to Labor and delivery when i felt as though i was in so much pain i was dieing. So we left and my parents stopped by the gas station after we had a bit of lunch at kfc when i went to use the bathroom inside the gas station i thought my water had broken so my parents rushed me to the hospital. They checked me out at labor and deliver and found that my water had not broken and i wasn't making enough of progression even though i was in labor and having contractions so they sent me back home. It was still early so me and Shane decided to try and finish up some Christmas shopping and the walking would help speed things along. we spent about 3 hours shopping and then i just couldn't take it anymore and we went home for the night and tried to get some sleep and at 3am on December 21st 2007 i had a huge contraction i felt as though my insides were trying to fall out and as i went to sit up in bed my water REAL:LY DID break. So Shane rushed me back to the hospital in Louisville (about a 1 and a half hour drive) and let me tell you that was fun i was having contractions every 3min all the way to the hospital. Once we got there they checked me again and i was 3cm and 50% effaced and my water had indeed broken( Only about 12% of womens water actually break on its own) they admitted me and hooked me up to all the good stuff and gave me my wonderful epidural (god bless the man/women who invented it).I was check every couple hours for 7 hours. a little after 10 the nurse came in to check on me and i asked her if there anything we can do for the pressure i was feeling and she said no the epidural won't help with that. And i said it feels as though shes trying to come out of my a** it hurts so bad. She then checked me and let me know i was 10cm and 100% effaced and it was time to get ready to start pushing i woke Shane up who had been sleeping and the nurse helped me push until Willow was crowning and then called the on call OB to come deliver Willow i pushed for a total of 25 min and it only took 2-3 pushes to get her head out and one big one to push her shoulders out and then she was here at 10:51am on December 21st 2007 weighing 7lbs 6oz and 19 1/2 inchs long she was so beautiful i couldn't help but cry even Shane had some tears as they were cleaning her up. I had a normal birth with only 3 1st degree rips that they repaired with stitches and they are pretty much just about healed. me and baby spent 3 days in the hospital while we both dropped into the whole breastfeeding thing and got to know each other and Willow was deemed in great health she scored a 9 And 9 on the apgar scale which is the highest a baby can get. And that about covers it i can't begin to say how happy me and dad are to have her here in our life's. It was well worth everything i went through to get her here and i would easily do it again for her or another child on down the road.

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Connor’s grand entrance.

After a more than eventful appointment on the 29th of November with NST and BPP and the mention of an induction I was more determined than ever about birthing our son on our terms. Connor had passed all the tests with flying colors the only thing that was remotely concerning was his amniotic fluid level was slightly elevated. I was prepared to fight off the concerns of him “getting too big” but thankfully that wasn’t mentioned.

We get back to the house and start making some decisions. Erin wants to stay with Mom-mom for one more night. I miss Erin, but I think it’s best for everyone if she stays up there one more night. I need to put all my focus on relaxing and letting my body do what it wants to do. I’ve been sitting at 4cm and 70% effaced for a week now, with BH kicking up even harder and even a night of some back contractions. However I wasn’t checked at the most recent appointment, so I don’t know if things are moving or not. I decide to think positively and go with the flow.

We head to the grocery store to stock up on a few things. I grab a bottle of balsamic vinaigrette and a bag of romaine lettuce. We get home and I have two bowls of salad while Shawn checks in with work. He’s decided to take half a day’s vacation and has some comp time coming but he wants to make sure there’s a job to go back to.

At around 6pm we head off to the mall for some walking and window shopping and just being happy to be together. BH are coming pretty regularly but nothing to get excited about. We spend about an hour or so there, I don’t want to over do it and risk not having enough energy.

Back home and I get comfy with my birthing ball. I decide now’s the time to catch up on the Dancing with the Stars finale…yes, I’m addicted to that stinking show. I tell Shawn to login to his computer and enjoy some time with his online friends. I’m really hoping to not be pregnant for much longer.

Finally around 11pm I give up and decide to go to bed. Shawn follows at around midnight. At two in the morning I get up to go to the bathroom, and I just don’t feel quite right. I lay back down on my left side and I feel a few contractions. I lie there and breathe through them, not really feeling I need to, but sort of practicing. Then they start to get stronger; I feel Shawn’s hand begin to massage the small of my back. All at once I have to get out of the bed; it’s no longer comfortable.

I move downstairs to the living room, stopping every so often. Breathing is no longer enough; I find my inner note and begin to “ohhh” it out. It’s deep in my chest and I feel very comforted by it. The contractions seem to be getting pretty close, but I don’t want to rush off until I’m sure.

I pull up the contraction monitor website; it was minimized on my desktop from earlier. After putting in a few, I realize I better call the midwives’ answering service. Shawn takes over timing as I wander about the house pulling together the last few things. I want to bring the picture of Erin and I in the delivery room. It’s sitting on the mantle in our living room. I grab that and a Gatorade from the fridge. Shawn sounds a little concerned, he’s been watching my contractions, and he wants to head to the hospital now. The midwives have my cell number anyways.

As we are heading out the door I hear that I have a new voice mail. The #@% phone didn’t put my call through. I clamber up into the Xterra and realize just how much I don’t want to be sitting down. It’s almost worse than the contractions. I keep telling myself I can make it, it’s only about 15-20 minutes to the hospital and there shouldn’t be any traffic. Meanwhile Shawn’s on his cell phone trying to coordinate with the answering service. I’m thrilled to hear Donna’s on call and from the sound of it, already at the hospital!! I really wanted Donna to be the one to catch Erin. She just seemed the most in tune with how I want to birth my children. I also realize that I’ve left the picture of Erin and me at home.

Finally we arrive at the emergency room. I am free to walk, and it’s a great relief until I get into the door and they want me in a wheel chair. I figure it’s faster if I don’t argue, so I sit. Shawn starts to wheel us away but the lady at the desk says I have papers to sign. Why did I bother pre-registering?!?!? Any way, I sign the papers…so much for reading everything before signing, and off we go.

It’s another eternity up to the second floor sitting in that chair. Who would’ve thought there would be so many bumps inside a building? The labor and delivery doors are in sight and Shawn and I squabble over something that I can’t even recall a detail about other than we squabbled.

Donna is waiting for me with the nurses at the desk. I ask about a tub room, and I’m in luck, one is free! So I jump up out of the chair and ask to be pointed in the right direction. The hospital crew gets a good chuckle out of that. We get to the room and I get out of my clothes and into a gown. It takes a bit; I think I had like 4 contractions while I was in there. I leave my sports bra on, I didn’t wear one with Erin’s delivery and I found it a little uncomfortable to have the girls just hanging out.

I had sent Shawn back downstairs to move his truck since he parked right up front and of course that’s a fire lane. He gets back up there as they are hooking the monitors up to me. I tried to convince the nurse to wrap them around me while standing up, but she said I had to be in the bed. It’s 3am now and Donna comes in to check me, I’m between 8.5 and 9 cm and 100%, with a bulging bag of water. It’s almost baby time!! Good thing they fired up the warmer as we came in the room.

She asks me how I want to labor. I look at the birthing ball that Shawn so thoughtfully replaced for me after an incident with a broken glass popped my first one. I quickly dismiss that idea though…it’s just another form of sitting and I’m so not feeling that. So I flip over in the bed and drape my arms over the top and kneel there. I found my spot. I labor there through a couple of contractions while Donna runs out to check on another laboring Mother.

When she comes back I’m really feeling the urge to push. She tries to check me again, but it’s hard at the angle I’m laboring. She says I can give it a test push, and I decide to wait through two or three more contractions, just to be sure. After the third one I bear down and well, remember my stats when I came in? Yep, at first I’m thinking, “Can that be his head?” then gush, my water breaks all over the bed. Out comes the plastic, a little after the fact. At least at some point before that I had already shed my hospital gown because that could’ve been really uncomfortable.

It’s baby time. I ask if I can have him from the position I’m currently in and Donna’s all for it. Shawn wants to know how I’ll be able to hold Connor while the cord pulses out though. I try to envision myself managing that and decide I need to flip before he’s born. So I roll to my left side and get ready to push. Three pushes and his head is out, two more and here comes the rest of him. His cord is around his neck but he rotates beautifully on his own and slips it off.

My little man snuggles on my chest, while the cord pulses out. Shawn’s mother didn’t make it to the hospital in time (which is funny because my mother tried to be there for Erin’s birth and didn’t make it in time) so Donna does the honors of cutting the cord. Shawn’s just not comfortable with it and that’s fine with me.

Connor Douglas was 8lbs 12 oz and 20.5 inches long. He’s absolutely perfect, and I couldn’t have asked for a better birth experience.

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I'll try to make this short while I have a few minutes.
Friday the 4th I was still 3 cm dilated, 40% effaced and at -2 when I begged my doc to induce. She told me to be at the hospital ast 5pm Sun. At the hospital they put the cervix medicine in and told me that since I was already having contractions that I may not even need the pit. A few hours later I started to get painful contractions. After that, everything else was a blur. They gave me an ambien and I was in and out of conciousness with pain until 7 am when my doc came to break my water (weirdest feeling ever), after that I remember lots of pain and squeezing my mom and DH's hands. During all of this I can only assume I dilated and effaced to some degree, but everything but the pain was hazy. Eventually I asked for the epi. This was something I really didn't want to do, but I had been in pain for so long that I gave in. I felt better immediately, but an hour later it wore off on the right side and made my left side so numb I couldn't feel it. This really freaked me out, I don't like being numb in the first place. A little while later I asked them to do something about it and they brought the anethesiologist back in. The same thing happened again though, so I continued to feel everything on my right side. By this time I had been in labor for 23 hours. They checked me and told me I was 9 cm dilated, still -2 and I had gone from 90% effaced back to 40% due to swelling. That was my breaking point. In complete tears I told them to just take him out (my worst fear). I was exhausted and couldn't take it anymore. They bumped me up ahead of the other c-sections and wheeled me away. I was in and out of conciousness through most of it due to exhaustion, but my heart lept when I heard him cry. DH stood up to go to where they were weighing him and caught a good glimpse of my insides and they finally brought him to me for a kiss. After that I was pretty much out for the rest of the surgery. I remember my doc telling me that I would have never given birth to him vaginally as my hip bones weren't seperating for some reason. She also told me that I have all the pain of having given birth vaginally and having the c-section and to expect a lot of pain. She wasn't kidding, it's made it harder to heal and get around, but I would have gone through it a million times if it got me my boy. Now for the eye candy:

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Olivia Grace's Birth Story

I'll start with the Monday before I had Olivia Grace or Livie as I like to call her. I went in on Monday for a check-up and she was weighing 9lbs 2oz. The doctor said he was still a little nervous to induce me before the 38 week mark so he sent me over to the L&D to get an NST because of my blood pressure being a little bit high. Everything went great on the NST so he sent me home on bed rest for the rest of the week and told me to come back on Thursday morning. So I went back Thursday morning (DH's birthday!) and got another ultra sound and the baby was weighing "off the charts". He told me to be at L&D the next morning to get induced. That next morning which was Friday 12-13-07 (38 weeks exactly) I got hooked up and started on the pitocin by I would say 7:30am. They checked me and I was already between 4-5 centimeters and 75% effaced. They went ahead and gave me my epidural because he said I would probably go fast, and I did. At about 12:30 I was ready for another epidural! I was in horrible pain and they were right on top of each other. The doctor was gone to lunch so I had to wait on him to get back. By the time he got back I was crying it hurt so bad! As soon as he came in he redosed my epidural and said he was going to check me real quick and then run do a quick surgery and then come back and hopefully start pushing. Well I was already at 10 centimeters and she was on her way out. I had to start pushing before my epidural ever kicked in so it never worked! I only pushed for about 15 minutes before they had to cut me because she just couldn't quite get out. I was begging for him to cut me by the time he did. Right after he did she made her grand entrance into the world at 1:52 pm weighing 9lbs 12oz and 19.5 inches long and absolutely beautiful! She had nothing on her mind other than eating though. As soon as they layed her on my stomach I tried to touch her cheek and she grabbed my finger with both hands and stuck it in her mouth. It was priceless! She still just as greedy now :). The not so fun part was when the doctor had to stitch me up and I could feel every bit of it due to the epidural not working. The good part of it not working is that I can remember everything so clearly. I was a very quick and uneventful labor thankfully.

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Isabel Donovan's Birth Story

Better late than never...
Isabel Donovan
Born 12/26/07 at 9:24 am
7 lbs 4 oz

Isabel Donovan’s Birth Story

On Christmas Day, I was tired and my lower back was sore. My mother-in-law and husband both said I looked like I was about to go into labor. I don’t know how they could tell. My mother-in-law predicted that I would have the baby that day or the next. All day I was having a little bit of bloody discharge, but not a lot.

Since I was so tired I took a nap around 4:00. I woke up at 6:30 pm feeling crampy. I went to bed at 11:00 pm. I started waking up at 12:45 am feeling uncomfortable and having more painful cramping sensations. I kept going into the bathroom to try to pee, or something, to relieve the feeling, but it wasn’t working. I think I was in and out of the bathroom 10 times, at least. I kept telling myself I should just try to get some sleep, but I was too uncomfortable. Around 4:00, I was sure that I was definitely in labor and having real contractions, but I couldn’t time them. They seemed to come in waves of a whole bunch all in a row, and then a break for ten minutes, and then another wave. Before long I was not able to stay in bed during the contractions and had to get up and move around. Obviously my husband woke up whenever I got up so he knew what was going on.

At 6:30 we decided to get up. My mom was already awake downstairs. I was still somewhat in denial I guess. My mom and husband thought I should call my midwife but I thought it was too early since I had only really been in labor for a couple of hours. At 7:00 my husband called for me and made me talk to her. She had just gotten home from a birth, and said she wanted to check me right away so she could go back home and get some sleep before things got serious. She figured I would probably be able to go back home as well. We planned to meet at her office at 7:45. I got in the shower, and after while I was in there, the contractions got quite strong and very frequent. I still wasn’t able to time them for some reason. I couldn’t really tell when one ended and the next started. It wasn’t so much painful, as just overwhelming and exhausting to get through each one. After my shower I couldn’t really handle anything. My husband had to pretty much dress me. I got mad at him for making me do stuff and said I needed to go back to bed. I actually did get back in bed for a minute, but he could tell we really needed to get to the midwife to see how far along I was.

Back downstairs, my whole family was awake, but I don’t remember a heck of a lot. I had to wait for each contraction to pass before I put on my boots and coat, but I couldn’t find a coat so I just wore some random one. Between contractions, we walked out to the car. Um…we had to get gas. !!! So we stopped for gas on the way to the midwife’s office. We got to the office a couple minutes before she arrived and had to wait outside. The contractions were pretty much right on top of each other. When my midwife, Jane, got out of her car she knew right away that I was pretty far along. We got inside finally and she checked me, and immediately said, “Oh, I knew you were going to do this. We need to leave for the hospital RIGHT NOW. You’re 8 centimeters.” OMG!!! She said my water had not broken and the baby was still high, so we would probably make it there in time. AWESOME.

So we had a very fast drive to the hospital. Jane called ahead that we were coming. We got there at 8:30 and they weren’t ready at all since we got there so fast. I had to put on a stupid hospital gown in the bathroom. Jane checked me again and said I was almost ready to push, but the nurses were still trying to set things up. I remember a lot of running around. My water still hadn’t broken. I had tested positive for GBS, so there was a brief debate about the antibiotics, but Jane decided there wasn’t time. So I didn’t have an IV or any drugs of any kind.

I started thinking about my position (I was lying in the hospital bed on my back with the head of the bed elevated) and wondered how we could possibly get a baby out of me with the bed in the way. Jane suggested I move to a birthing stool. The nurses quickly got one ready and I had to get up and move to it. That was very difficult.

As soon as I got on the birthing stool, my water spontaneously broke. Jane said if I felt like pushing, then I should push. I don’t know for how long I pushed, but it seemed like a long time. I think it was only maybe 10 or 20 minutes. I have no idea. A couple of times I was afraid that she was stuck, but Jane assured me that she wasn’t.

Finally Isabel was born at 9:24 am, only an hour after we got to the hospital and only about 5 hours since I knew I was in labor. She wasn’t breathing when she was born and it took them a few minutes to get her going, but now she is just fine. Her Apgars were 2, 5, and 9. (They did a third one at ten minutes since the first two were so low.) I only had a very tiny tear that did not require stitches (I never even felt it). I didn't vomit, pee, or poo! (Yay!) Izzy and I both had a hard time learning to breastfeed, but things are improving every day.

Sorry for the novel, and thanks for reading this!

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I figured I'd better write this down before I forget all the details. Better late than never I suppose!!

Name: Josiah Louie James Philip

Weight: 8lbs 3oz

Length: 53 cm

At midnight on Dec. 27 DH and I were still up mucking about. Before going to bed I went to the bathroom, hoping to avoid the 3am wake-ups I'd been having. While there I got a really deep contraction that I only felt in my back. I told DH what I thought it was but he didn't seem concerned, so we tried to get some sleep. About half an hour later I had another contraction in the front this time, and from then on they came every 5 mins, but not for very long (about 10 - 20 seconds). They were too strong for me to sleep so I decided to let DH rest and I went out to the lounge.

I crouched beside the couch in the position our ante-natal class teacher had showed us, leaning forward and rocking. I wrote down on a card every time a contraction started, and they were still about 5 mins apart, but didn't seem to be gaining in intensity. I stayed this way until it was light, and at 6am I called my Mum (who lives 3 hours away in Auckland) and told her to come down, as I expected the baby would be coming today. Sometime after this DH woke up and got me breakfast. Then at 8am (I was still crouched beside the sofa) I decided to call my midwife. She said that even though my contractions had been 5 mins apart for a while, the fact that they weren't very long (still only about 30 seconds) and the fact that I was able to talk to her fairly calmly, meant that she didn't think I was ready to come in yet. She said to call her back when they were at least a minute long.

Mum arrived at 10am expecting me to have had the baby already, given that I had been 5 mins apart for ages, but we stayed around home for another 6 hours with the contractions only getting gradually stronger. During this time we ate lunch and I listened to some comedy show DH had on CD. I remember actually being able to laugh through a contraction, so they can't have been that bad!!

By 4pm I was getting really tired, and even though the contractions still weren't a minute long, I decided I couldn't handle them for much longer. Mum called my midwife and she said to come in. That was at about 4.30. DH drove me to the hospital while Mum packed up my stuff (I was very unorganised!) I had a couple of nasty contractions in the car and gripped onto the hand-rail thingy to get through them. At the hospital I was shown into one room but Dh asked the nurse if I could have the room with the birthing pool (the ONLY one in the hospital). She checked to see if it was free and it was. I am now so incredibly thankful that he asked!

When the midwife checked me I was 6cm dilated. This made me happy as I was so worried they were going to send me home again! She broke my waters (with a scary looking hook thing, but it didn't hurt thank goodness) She said that usually first time mothers take about an hour per cm, plus about an hour to push, so I was preparing myself for another 5 hours or so.

She filled up the pool and when I got in the relief was INSTANT! The contractions still hurt, but what little time there was between them was bliss. I just relaxed into the warm water. She offered me gas and air and I tried it for a few puffs but it did nothing for me, so I got rid of it. After about half an hour of being in the pool the contractions started getting unbearable. To get through them I had to sway back and forth on my knees (I was kneeling leaning forward onto the side of the pool.) I felt this strong need for things to be silent and I didn't want anyone to touch me, which I think DH found quite hard. I just needed to focus.

A few minutes later, without even checking me, my midwife said she could tell by my voice that it was almost time to push. I tried a small push but she asked if I could still feel some resistance which I could, so she said to stop pushing. Then about 2 mins later the resistance was gone, and pushing began in full force. About 10 mins into it, she asked me to stand up and she said the head was right there.

After a few more pushes (during which I screamed out "I don't think I can!!") my baby was out, caught by the midwife as I was still standing. That was at 6.35pm, and we had only been in hospital for an hour and a half! He had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and body multiple times, but after unwinding him he quickly caught his breath and started to scream. The midwife passed him through my legs (she was standing behind me) and I held him for the first time. Words can't describe how I felt seeing him for the first time!! DH cut the cord and we moved to the bed.

We spent a good 45 mins with Josiah on my chest, and the midwife tried to help him latch but he kept thrusting his tongue out and unlatching after a few sucks. He seemed so peaceful though, and just stared at me with these large eyes. After being cleaned up a bit and dressed, my Mum and DH had cuddles as well.

All in all the birth went better than I expected, with the hard part being quite short (second stage was only 17 mins!!) I was told this was quite rare for a first time Mum, but I'm sure my position in the pool and the way I was so relaxed in there had a lot to do with it.

Josiah is an absolute delight and I thank God for giving us this tiny but wonderful person to get to know!