My husband and I had decided that we wanted to try to have our kids about 3 years apart. So, around the time Dani turned 2, we started TTC. It only took a couple months, and we were expecting in October 1999! I was doing licensed daycare in my home. One Friday afternoon, I had laid down on the couch to rest while the kids were all napping. When it was time to start getting them up (about 4pm), I sat up on the couch and felt a pop in my belly. When I stood up there was some leaking, and I knew it was delivery day. As the daycare parents arrived to pick up their kiddos, I made sure to let them know my maternity leave was starting on Monday. I don't really remember when the contractions started, but I had plenty of time to eat dinner, shower, finish getting things ready, etc. And off we went to the hospital... contractions were not very close, but I was told to go in because my water had broken. After a short time being monitored, my OB was not satisfied at the rate which things were progressing. I was given pitocin to speed it up. These contractions were so much harder than I had remembered, but I kept declining pain meds. I knew if I had made it through dd's birth without meds, I could do it again! I got through it all the same way I had the first time. Focus and breathing, inside myself, in the rocking chair or bed. I had a male nurse for this labor, and he had just done a routine cervix check and announced that I was 6-7cm. Only a few more hours to go! Very shortly after he left the room, I told my mom I felt like I wanted to push. She knew from her own deliveries, as well as mine with dd, that I was probably not mistaken, and baby was on the way, now!... someone (there were about 4-5 family members/friends "keeping me company" at this time) pushed the nurse call button. The room cleared out, and the nurse casually made his way in. He didn't believe that I was pushing already until he got his glove on to check me, and there was baby's head already on it's way out! He panicked, and ran away to get help! That worried me, but my mom reassured me that it was OK, that we could do it without any help. The nurse came back with another (more experienced) nurse. And she calmly caught my baby boy as she tried to calm down my nurse. They then proceeded with setting up the room and checking baby. Within a short time my doctor came in and laughed because he was "late to the party"! Ryan Richard was born on October 2, 1999 2:08am at 38w, 0days, weighing 7lbs, 5oz. My sweet little girl now had a baby brother!
It wasn't until years later that I learned that pit contrax are harder than natural ones. Aha! That's why this labor seemed so difficult compared to my first! Once again, I'm thankful for my lack of knowledge. I might have caved and accepted some pain meds had I known it was truly harder, and not just my imagination. But I kept on keeping on because I had made it through once before!
Last edited by momof5sweeties; 09-07-2012 at 02:12 PM.
Baby fever kicked in less than 2 years later, and we were back to TTC. It happened quickly again, and my husband and I were excited to be due in mid May 2002. About 11:45 one Saturday night, as I was getting out of bed (to pee, haha!), I felt that familiar popping sensation, followed by quite a gush of fluid. I told my husband, and he made the call for his dad to come and stay with the kids, so we could head to the hospital. I figured this would be like last time, and I had hours to go. I got into the shower I was already having good contractions, but didn't realize how good, or how fast they were coming. I took my time relaxing and shaving in the shower! When I got out, and finished getting ready, my FIL was there already. So, off we went. The 15 minute ride to the hospital was pretty brutal. The contractions felt like they were coming one on top of another, and STRONG! We pulled into the parking lot at 1:14am. While checking in, first at the ER, then at the L&D desk, I kept my happy face on, and quietly breathed through the pain. A nurse brought me to a room, instructed me to change clothes, and pee in a cup. I went into the bathroom, changed. As soon as I sat down to pee, I felt a ton of pressure, followed by that pushing urge. I told my husband something was happening, and he called the nurse. She came into the room and was irritated that I didn't pee in the cup, then she tried to strap the monitor on me!! I politely argued with her, trying to convince her that baby was coming. My husband then told her that I did in fact have fast deliveries, and she should check me. When she did, she was shocked that there was a baby well on his way out! My OB had just gotten to the hospital, and was rushed into the room (in his street clothes) just in time for my son to make his way into the world. Coleton Robert was born on May 5, 2002 1:29am at 38w, 5days, weighing 7lbs, 3oz. Just 15 minutes after pulling into the hospital parking lot. He came in a hurry, but was very healthy and so alert!
After his birth, all the nurses on the floor were talking about how calm I was when I had arrived. No one would have guessed I was that close to delivering. They screened Cole's blood for drugs, because of the speedy delivery. Of course it came back clean, but that really pi#*ed me off. I was concerned about GBS, (I had tested + when pregnant with my dd, and was supposed to automatically be given antibiotics with every delivery) because there was no time for meds during labor. The nurses said "ohh, it's no big deal, we'll just watch him for signs of infection". These 2 things really made me start questioning the routine medical approach to birth. This made me want to learn more about why they do certain things.
Very cool stories! I love that you thought they were offering you pain meds like Tylenol.
Ugh why do some nurses think they know everything though? They seem to think their patients don't know what they are talking about. If someone says they need to push, they probably need to push darn it.
Can't wait to read more!
That's hilarious the nurse panicked and high five to your mom for being so supportive and awesome!
Way to birth some babies. I love your birth stories. So happy you have some great support in your family.
11/2012, 12/2012, 2/2013
A belated welcome to your lodge! I love your story. How funny that the doctor had stepped out to baste his turkey hah! What a blessing in disguise about the medication thing.
ETA: I just realized you posted your next two birth stories too. How awesome and fast your births have gone. I would have been furious about the screening for drugs too. As if a woman can't be calm and centered for birth!
Great stories! I love the name Coleton.
DS 1 b. 1/19/09, DS 2 b. 1/12/11, DS 3 b. 3/3/13
Really awesome stories! I think you are pretty much the only person I have ever heard of being uninformed being a good thing in birth! But it did really work for you!!
Can't wait to read the rest!
Mara & Joel, 2009
Thanks for all the comments. I need to figure out how to do the multi-quote thing on here... It is pretty backwards that my lack of knowledge worked to my advantage. I think that was only possible because the nurses thought I knew more than I did? And the whole "don't push" thing is just crazy! So many people have been told that though! I like to think I was pretty controlled during my deliveries, but there did come a point where I was putting in no effort to push. My body just did it, there was no way I could've stopped it.
I've officially finished my super clean of the house, packed most of my birth center bag, and picked up a bassinet from a friend last night. Those were the last things I needed to get done. Baby girl now has my permission to arrive whenever she's ready! In the meantime, I'll try to finish my intro, and then move on to the smaller things I wanted to get done before her arrival.
Fast forward to 2004. Again deciding we were ready to add to our family, we were blessed with pregnancy #4 very quickly. I was really ready for another girl this time, but our 20 week ultrasound showed our September baby would be our 3rd boy. I wasn't too disappointed because I wanted a big family anyway, so maybe next time! With how fast Cole's birth went, my OB and I shared the concern that I could have this one in the car, so my induction was scheduled. On the big day, I arrived at the hospital early in the morning (I think it was either 6 or 7am), and got all settled into my room. We started with pitocin, and my body responded pretty quickly. By this point, I was very confident in my labor and delivery skills, and my OB's knowledge of my history. Things moved along well, the laboring went pretty much the same as the others. I just tuned into my body and relaxed through the contractions. Again, staying in the bed or rocking chair. When I was dilated enough, the Dr. went ahead and broke my water. I had a few more intense contractions, and asked the nurse to check me. I was at 5 or 6. She had obviously been well informed about my history, because she immediately let my Dr. know, began prepping the room and breaking down the bed! The Dr. came in started suiting up, and there were those pushing sensations. This was such a different feeling, having everything and everyone ready and waiting when it was time! It was nice and calm. I pushed just a few times and William James was born. September 15, 2006 12:09pm at 39w, 0days, weighing 7lbs, 5oz. Liam fit right into our family, like he had always been there.
Over the next year, my marriage starting really seeming shaky. My husband and I had become 2 different people than we were as teenagers when we fell in love. We didn't share the same priorities in life. I began to feel like the kids and I just lived our own life, and tried to stay out of his way. I felt like he saw us as a burden, always loud and busy when he just wanted to sleep, watch tv, or spend time on the computer. I did my best to keep this hidden from everyone, because I wanted to be the exception to teenage romance, and stay with him forever. But there came a point when friends would ask me if I was going to have more kids, and I started responding with "not with him!". I played it off like I was teasing, but in my heart I knew he was not the kind of man I wanted my sons to be.
I was still breastfeeding Liam, but he was over a year old, and eating table foods too. I was going to switch from the mini pill to some other form of bc, but was busy being a mom, and just hadn't made the appointment yet. In the meantime, we were using condoms. But, you know... it only takes once, one night of too lazy, too quick, or whatever... A few weeks later, I realized I was late. I told myself it was probably due to breastfeeding, hormone changes, stress, etc., but I took a test to "ease my mind", hahaha! It was very positive. My reaction was "Sh!t.", his was "are you f---ing kidding me?!". We were shocked, scared, angry with each other and ourselves. I cried a lot in the early weeks of pregnancy. This was the kind of thing that happened to unwed, inexperienced people. Not a responsible, mature couple with 4 kids. I also felt like I was cheating Liam out of his babyhood.
At the end of my 1st tri, I started to come around, maybe even let myself get a little excited. I had convinced myself that this baby was a girl. There was no way I'd be given this surprise pregnancy, and it would be another boy, right? Well, wrong. The ultrasound told us we were having boy #4! I cried some more. Knowing this was probably my last baby, (unless someday my husband and I did split up, and I remarried a man who wanted more kids with the crazy divorced mother of 5, riiiighhht, like that would ever happen!) I had to grieve the baby girl I had hoped for. I had to come to terms with the fact that my daughter would never have a sister.
Ok, enough sadness! So what if my life was not turning out to be exactly what I had planned?! It was amazing anyway, and I am an expert improviser!! I was going to have another baby, and that was awesome! Come on unexpected little son, let's take this life of yours and make it magnificent! My due date this time was just 2 years and 2 days after Liam's. I thought it would be super cool if my boys shared a birthday, but what are the chances of that?! Wellll... the night before Liam's birthday, my sister and I took our kids on a hike at the local nature center. We joked about it being an attempt at putting me into labor. I went home feeling fine. I thought I'd try some nipple stimulation and see what might happen. It did indeed start some great contractions! I got bored with it after an hour or so, and wondered if I stopped, would the contractions? They did peter out, and I went to bed. But, sometime between 12 & 1 am, they came back. Not very strong, not very regular, but definitely there. I got up to go to the bathroom, and guess what?! My water broke! It was now very clear that this little guy would in fact share a birthday with his big brother! My husband and I knew the drill. He called his dad, and we headed into the hospital as soon as FIL got to our house. Our labor time at the hospital was almost identical to my 1st, 2nd, and 4th babies. Although, things were seeming to drag on (probably because we were tired), so I agreed to pitocin again. My body didn't seem to respond as quickly as it had the last time, but eventually I got to that 5-6cm point, and once again my Dr. and his staff knew just what to do with me. The delivery was eerily similar to Liam's. Calm, exciting, 2-3 pushes, and there he was. Mason David was born September 15, 2006 8:48am at 38w, 5days, weighing 5lbs, 14oz. My tiniest baby, but he has the biggest personality!
...Off to make lunch. I WILL get this done today!