DD - Nov/06, DS - Sept/08, DS - Mar/11
Well, thanks ladies! It's hard to believe I am here again less than 2 years from the last time. I will try a little intro for tonight. I am only on here because I am not remotely tired and everyone else is sound asleep. I should be putting my time to better use.
My name is Ericka and I am 29 years old. I have 2 sons. David will be 3 at the end of April and Paul will be 2 in July. I am 36 weeks pregnant with baby boy #3, or as my DH calls him, the last member of our militia. We do have a name picked out but few people know it. I'll keep it from you all until his birthday.
My DH, Brian, and I met in January 1998. We were next door neighbors in our college dorms. Immediately we hit it off and the rest is history. After dating for nearly 3 years, we married in September 2000. We chose not to start our family right away and spent a few years traveling while DH finished school and I worked as a banquet/wedding coordinator at a French continental restaurant in California. We traveled quite extensively through the Caribbean and Mexico and came to love SCUBA diving. We also took a couple of trips to Alaska and discovered we prefer warm weather!
In 2005, I stopped working upon the completion of our dream home in order to start our family. It took one attempt and two OPKs to get pregnant. My pregnancy with David was uneventful and wonderful. I had always (since the birth of my little brother in 1988 ) known that I would have a midwife attended NCB in the hospital, like my mother. In Washington, at least at that time, MW had to birth in hospitals. It was a complicated delivery, he was quite large at 11 lbs. 2 ozs. and broke his clavicle because of shoulder dystocia. Still, my mom swore it was a far easier birth than mine at 6 lbs. 14 ozs. laying in the hospital bed with an epidural.
Anyway, like I said, I always knew what I wanted. My DH, who works as a paramedic, thought I was crazy. He really didn't understand why I would not want to treat pain, that was the advantage to having children in our day. It took some time and convincing that there was no way he'd change my mind before he came around. We joked about just having our son at home (like it was a crazy idea ) and him never "existing" according to the government. In April of 2006 I gave birth to David after 23 hours of minute long contractions, every 5 minutes. At least 10 of those hours I was on Pitocin after having my MW insist that I needed an AROM to "speed" things along. I also was told that I needed an episiotomy that then led to a 3rd degree tear. I then had the pleasure of being stitched up by the male OB on call that said I "have no business giving birth to a 9 lb. baby without and epidural" while he was tugging and pulling in the sutures without giving me a local.
All in all, it was not my ideal birth experience and I was really pissed about that. I was happy however to have my son who is gorgeous. He was caught by my DH and placed on my chest. When I said his name he looked up at me and made eye contact. I knew then that all the discomfort, weight and stretch marks were worth it. I'll try to find some pics and save the rest of my novel for another night.
Ok, so photobucket is offline. I'll post some pics tomorrow if I can. Thank you all again for the welcome. This is likely to be my last baby so I intend to make full use of this lodge. Feel free to skip ahead, I may get long winded!
Ericka~Mommy to David, Paul and Adam
I would have had to hold myself back from kicking that male OB square in the face. I thought the stitches hurt worse than birth.
I'll be reading along! This home birth will be just wonderful, I can tell.
Leo (3 1/2) with Malcolm the cat
Sorry to hear about that awful OB who stitched you up with your DS1. Your labor experience sounds similar to my hospital MW experience with DD (though I chose an epidural for the pit/ruptured membranes contractions). I'm pretty sure I'm going to have the next one at home.
BTW I love your "We The People" avatar. That's from the 9-12 project, right?