January 2009 ~ Arrivals, Stats, and Birth Stories

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January 2009 ~ Arrivals, Stats, and Birth Stories

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Gender Count:
Boys: 25
Girls: 18


[LEFT]October Arrivals:[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Oct 4th[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Isaiah (tryin)
Born @ 23 weeks (EDD 1/29/09) 1:12am
1 lb 3 oz, 11.5"
Passed away[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Oct 12th[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Gabrielle Marie (beckastar)
Born @ 27w 1d (EDD 1/11/09) 12:02pm
1lb 1oz, 11"[/LEFT]
Passed away
[LEFT]Visit my blog:http://babym1.blogspot.com[/LEFT]

[LEFT]November Arrivals:[/LEFT]

[LEFT]December Arrivals:[/LEFT]

[LEFT]December 1[/LEFT]

Evelyn (Evie) Mae (cyndereller)
[LEFT]Born @ 34w 5d (EDD 1/7/09) 8:41am[/LEFT]
6lbs 5oz

[LEFT]December 10[/LEFT]

Jacen Christopher Clyde [SIZE=2][COLOR=black](kisses_278 )[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[LEFT] Born @ 36w 6d (EDD 1/1/09)
6lbs 4oz, 20"

December 14

Tyler Rhys (terpmama)
Born @ 32w 5d (EDD 2/3/09)
4lbs 4oz, 18"

December 16

Memphis Ervin (taralynne)
Born @ 37w (EDD 1/8/09) 8:10am
6 lbs 4 oz
Abigail Rubye
Born @ 37w (EDD 1/8/09) 8:11am
6 lbs 1 oz

December 25

Alexandra Noel (redmachchick)
Born @ 39w 1d (EDD 1/1/09)
8lbs 14.5oz, 22"

December 27

Christopher Shannon Andrew
Born @ 37w 5d (EDD 1/14/09) 4:19
7lbs 10oz, 21.5"

December 28

Delaney Shea (Barbee06)
Born @ 39w 1d (EDD 1/4/09)
8lbs 12oz, 21 1/2"

December 29

Daphne Jo (joysiloo)
Born @ 38w 3d (EDD 1/9/09) 3:10pm
5lbs 8oz, 19"

Tegan Noelle (Kendergirl)
Born @ 36w 2d (EDD 1/24/09)

December 30

Hallie Jayne (tiffanylynn444)
Born @ 38w 3d (EDD 1/11/09)
8lbs 10oz, 21"

December 31

Taylor John (T.J) (keaty)
Born @ 37w 1d (EDD 1/21/09)
6lbs 3oz, 19"


[LEFT]January Arrivals:

January 2

Lyric Hope (Uropachild)
Born @ 38w 2d (EDD 1/14/09) 10:01am
7lbs 6oz

January 3

Vincent Anthony (~*((Kimberly))*~)
Born @ 37w 4d (EDD 1/20/09) 12:12pm
7lbs 3oz, 20"

Aditi (aai2008 )
Born @ 39w 6d (EDD 1/2/09) 2:49pm
6lbs, 20"

January 5

Ayden Michael (shannonjp)
Born @ 37w 6d (EDD 1/20/09) 11:22am
7lbs 8oz, 20"

January 6

Kameron Rae (fauxien)
Born @ 38w 5d (EDD 1/15/09) 8:08am
8lbs, 20.5"

January 7

Madelyn Kate (JenIsrael)
Born @ 40w 2d (EDD 1/5/09) 3:11pm
6lbs 8oz, 20"

January 8

Isaiah (~Shellie~)
Born @ 39w 1d (EDD 1/14/09) 1:31pm
7lbs 13oz, 19 1/2"

Elijah Aaron (~Jamie~)
Born @ (EDD 1/7/09) 7:05pm
9lbs 2oz, 21 1/2"

January 9

Zachary Isaac (ASIHER)
Born @ 39w 2d (EDD 1/14/09) 1:55am
8lbs 4oz, 20"

Daniel Mark (Nell4Him)
Born @ 40w 6d (EDD 1/3/09) 5:20am
7lbs 8oz, 21 3/4"

Owen James ([EMAIL=lori_gorniak@hotmail.com]lori_gorniak@hotmail.com[/EMAIL])
Born @ 39w 5d (EDD 1/11/09) 11:10am
7lbs 14 oz,

Ava Veronica (BuccoBabe)
Born @ 38w 4d (EDD 1/19/09) 12:33am
6lbs 14oz, 22"

January 11

Michael Cristopher
Born @ 41w 3d (EDD 1/1/09) 5:46pm
7lbs 8oz, 20 3/4"

January 12

Leland James John Oliver (mommyin04060809)
Born @ 39w 6d (EDD 1/13/09) 2:58pm
8lbs 7oz, 21"

January 13

Dylan John C.
Born @ (EDD) 11:47am
8lbs 4oz, 20"
36cm head circ.

Tyler David
Born @ (EDD) 4:27pm
6 lbs 14 oz, 20 1/4"

January 14

Seth John Robert (Emjo)
Born @ 41w (EDD 1/7/09) 11:15pm
8lb 3oz, 20.5

January 15

Shania Joy (4boysn1grl)
Born @ 39w (EDD 1/22/09) 8:29am
6lbs 8oz, 19 1/2"
Apgars: 8 & 9

Tanner Michael (jenna_rose)
Born @ w d (EDD 1-14-09) 2:00pm
8lbs 10oz, 22"

Isabella Raelynn (darkshadows91)
Born @ ?w ?d (EDD ???) 8:26pm
8lbs 8oz, 21"

January 18

Piper Ansley (fittoac)
Born @ 40w 4d (EDD 1/14/09) 1:41am
8 lbs 7 oz, 21"

January 19

Ezra Ornan (harper)
Born @ w d (EDD ) 12:00am
10 lbs 10 oz,

January 20

January 21
Connar (Gretel27)
Born @ ?w ?d (EDD ???) time
Weight, Length

January 22

January 23

January 24

Elizabeth Marie
Born @ ?w ?d (EDD ???) time
Weight, Length

Joseph Michael (MommyQCT)
Born @ ?w ?d (EDD ???) time
Weight, Length

Corbin Stone (Jacksadonut)
Born @ 39w 2d (EDD ???) 12:30am
8lbs, 20"

January 25

January 26

January 27

Preston Ian Vincent (Cdn_Tinkerbell)
Born @ 41w 1d (EDD ???) 12:14am
8lbs, 19 1/2"

Lyla Mavis (MinneMa)
Born @ ?w ?d (EDD ???) time
8lbs 8oz, 20"

January 28

January 29

Bobbie Wayne A. III (Topo)
Born @ 40w 4d (EDD 1-25-09) 3:30pm??
8lbs 10oz, 21"
January 30

January 31
[LEFT]February Arrivals:
February 9

Eli Jeremy (sandraraleigh)
Born @ 41w 3d (EDD ???) time
9lbs 7oz, 22"


Mary (FLSunshineMom)
Corinna (Rusty-Scotland)
Erin (Eternaldarknss19)
Kati (chatakat)[/LEFT]
Susan (nasus84)
[LEFT]Genevieve (CearaGen814)
Jenny (steubified)
Tara (kevsgirl)
Keri (KeriAlways)
Colleen (Silver_218 )
Kristen (swimmerkris)
Carrie (cjmaxell)
Rachel (rachelperry1983)
Deb (2sonsplus1)[/LEFT]
Samantha (Faith1985)[/LEFT]
Angela (mamaof_5)
beckastar [/LEFT]


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Isaiah's Birth Story (loss mentioned, picture included-not graphic but we are AA hence the skin tone).

On 10/04/08 Isaiah Zion-Omar was born weighing 1 lb 3 oz, 11.5 inches. My water broke on 10/03 and contractions began about 12 hours later. I didn't even know I was in labor until my cervix was checked and the nurse said I was 2 cm dilated. He was born vaginally and gently @ 23 weeks gestation at 1:12AM. He made two little cries and was placed on my chest. I immediately fell in love. He lived approximately 3 hours.

I had chosen his name weeks prior to his birth, little did I know how significant his name would be.

I believe Isaiah's short life was for a reason. Now that I've had my third loss, testing will be done and I am now considered high risk. This is the scripture I wanted to put into his room under his name letters. I had chosen his crib bedding (leopard print) and I thought this scripture and the crib bedding went perfectly together. Now it has taken on a much stronger meaning.

"...and a little child shall lead them." Isaiah 11:6

Isaiah was named Zion after Lauryn Hill's song "To Zion". One night I lay in bed. this song came on and I began to cry thinking of my previous losses. I soon discovered that I was pg again, when I find out I took this as a sign that I would be a mother through birth. This is our song:


I had a dream before I knew I had conceived. In the dream, I placed my son in his father's arms and called him Omar. When I found out that I was pg, I knew it was a boy and that his name would be Omar.

Here is a picture, He was so perfect and so strong and sweet. I think he looks like me.

On the last page of his memory book prepared by the hospital I read:

"I have called you by name...You are mine forever." Isaiah 43

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Gabby's birth story:

I had been in the hospital for monitoring since 10/4 due to IUGR and absent diastolic flow in the cord (which later turned into absent & reverse flow).

Our daughter was born on Sunday 10/12 at 12:02 pm by c-section. She weighed 1 lb 1 oz and was 11 inches long.

During the early morning of the 12th, she had a lot of heart rate dips and she wasn't recovering from them the way they like to see. She also had periods of minimal variability in between. Around 4 am, the attending wheeled in an ultrasound machine and did a BPP. She scored another 8, so I didn't have to be wheeled into the OR immediately.

In the morning, when my doctor came in, he said that we had a choice of delivering her that day or trying to wait a little longer. He said if what happened during the night happened again that I would be delivered immediately. We weren't sure how big she was or what was going to happen, but we did know that she was NOT doing well in the womb. We decided to have the c-section that morning.

I was wheeled into the OR a little after 11am. Gabby came out kicking and was nice and pink. She scored a 4 on her 1 min. APGAR and an 8 on her 5 min APGAR which was AWESOME for her size and gestational age. She was even breathing on her own a little.

Gabi developed an unknown infection/illness in early November. She fought for 3 long weeks but the infection was too overwhelming given her prematurity and small size. She passed away November 27th in our arms.

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Well, tuesday night DF and I DTD and after that I started having contractions. I figured they would go away so we cleaned up and went to bed. I woke up in the morning around7:00 or so and noticed I was still having contractions but they weren't too bad so I told DF to just go to work and if anything happens I'll get ahold of him. Well, I fall back asleep until about 10:00-11:00, and I'm having harder contractions and I'm having to breathe through them. So I called my mom and told her and then jumped in the shower to see if that wouild help with them being so strong. I get out and they are stronger than before. So I call DF and tell him that I'm calling my OB's office to see what I should do. They say to head to L&D to get checked. While I'm waiting on DF to get home I packed the rest of the last minute things that are going in the bag, and pack DD's bag so she can go to my sisters. Well, we drop DD off at my sisters and we head to the hospital (which is in the next town over) we get into town and stop to get gas and DF realizes that he has the keys to the casino so we had to drive all the way back to town and drop them off and head back to go to to hospital, how fun. We get back to where we were and decide before going to the hospital we're going to go to McDonald's to get lunch because I hadn't eaten and after you get admitted to the hospital they don't allow you to eat or drink anything. I get about half my fries down and feel like I can't eat anymore. So we decide to head to the hospital. I get there and they take me up to L&D and check me, I'm at a 5, this is at about 1:00 PM. My doctor comes in and checks me to make sure, and I'm definately at a 5. He said that they are just going to watch me to see what happens. About an hour or so later the nurse comes back in and checks me and I'm still at a 5 but she can stretch me to a 6. I labor for a few hours contractions are getting stronger, I concentrate on the clocks seconds hand and say the numbers in my head when the hand passes over them to distract myself. I ask them to check me again around 5:00 or so and I'm at a 7. I told myself that if my contractions got bad enough at 7 cm that I would go ahead and get the epidural. Well, they call for it and she comes in about 15 minutes later and they sit me up and get it in, I'm screaming I'm in so much pain at this moment. That's when my doctor comes in, they lay me back down, my epidural has not kicked in yet, and told me to push. Well, three or four pushes and he was here. My anesthesioligist was still setting my epidural up when he was born, so she just took the battery out of it. Jacenw as born at 5:22 PM on December 10th 6lbs 4 oz 20 inches long. I didn't tear or anything, and I'm proud of that.

Long story short, I got my all natural birth I wanted with the effects of an epidural after the fact. How fun is that!!! I had to lay in bed for about 3 hours until it wore off before I could get up and I didn't even need it while delivering!

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Christopher Shannon Andrew's birthday story!

Christopher Shanon Andrew born Dec. 27th 2008 @ 4:19pm
7lb 10oz 21.5 inches

We got to the hospital for my induction at 6a.m. They got all the paperwork done and finally got the IV started for the Pitocin started after about 4 times trying to get the IV started. My veins kept rolling away from the nurse. The doctor came in at 11am and checked me and I was at 3 cms dilated and broke my water At 1pm I was dilated 4 cms and then 2pm i was at 6. They had to give me a pain shot to help with the pains bc the contractions started getting stronger. I finally had to ask for the eperdural at about 2:45pm. The doctor came in and checked me again at about 3:35pm and I was 8cm and did something to kind of strech me out to 10cms. They sent everyone out of the room b/c they were ready for me to start pushing at 3:45 pm but they came in and told her the other lady that was in labor had a problem. They doctor had to leave the room and go deliever her baby b/c it was coming out face up. The contractions were getting really rough. I even asked the nurse if she would deliever my baby!! She said she would it came down to him popping out before the doctor got back. She was the best nurse ever, she stayed there with me the whole time. Finally the doctor came back in at 4:00pm and I started pushing. She had to do a apeameoty (thats where they cut you instead of letting you tear. She did that on my next to last push and at 4:19pm Christopher was born. He weighed 7lbs 10oz and was 21.5 inches long! They let me hold him for a few minutes and had to take him to the nursery and kept him till about 9:30pm and brought him to me after they checked everything out on him. The doctor said everything looked great and that his sugar was fine (I am diabetic so i was worried about that).

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Taylor John Born December 31st, 2008 7:18pm. My New Years Eve baby born 3 weeks early.

I woke up about 7am with alot of abdominal pain/pressure and back pain. So I got what clothes I needed and went and took a HOT shower to try to releave the pain in my back. It helped for a bit while I was still in the shower. I was having contractions off and on all day. Anywhere from a few minutes apart to over 30 minutes to a hr with nothing. I got blood and part of my mucus plug around 5:25pm or so so I called my dr's office left a message with the service since they were closed and waited for my dr to call me back. My dr called back around 5:30 told him what was going on but that my contractions were anywhere from 3minutes to half hr apart. He told me that I needed to wait till the contractions were 3-5 minutes apart for a hr then call back/go into the hospital. Needless to say I did what he told me to do. Almost right after I got off the phone with him my contractions got steadly worse and was timing them with the contraction master(http://www.contractionmaster.com) all day other then some when I was trying to move around or in the shower or whatever. I was talking to a friend of mine at 6:30 barely being able to talk to him he told me to call the dr. I told my mom we needed to go NOW!!!!!!!!!! The contractions were almost right on top of each other by that time and the pressure was so bad. My dad stayed at the house with Trinity and my mom drove like a mad woman to the hospital. While on the way I had the strongest urge to push which I tried my hardest not to but :eek: OMG it hurt. We got to the hospital and came in the ER. They made me re-resgister(even though I was pre-registered, they did that monday when I was here) while they could tell I was in ACTIVE LABOR. They got some/all the paper work done gave me the wrist band and ran me upstairs. I got upstairs to L&D and when I got to my room got ran into the door on accident while I was in the wheelchair. The nurses were waiting for me since they called upstairs while they were doing my paperwork and my dr was called. They had enough time to strip my pants, shoes and underwear off me toss a gown on over my shirt and stick me in bed. The dr checked me I was complete:eek: one of the nurses was trying to find Taylors hb with that monitor and was pushing on my stomach really hard. I tried to push her hand/monitor off cause it was causing me to need to push. She wouldnt let me. I guess they told me not to push till my dr was here even though one of theirs was here. I couldnt help it because the pressure was so intense I pushed and my bag of water burst all over the dr, me, the bed and floor. I pushed again and his head was out. Pushed a third time and he was out. :eek: They gave me a shot of pit. in the leg so I would continue to contract to get the placenta out. That hurt. Got it out. I got to the hospital around 7pm Taylor was born at 7:18pm. My dr got here about 10-20 minutes after he was born. He gave me crap about not calling him when I went in but I really couldnt considering I could barely text the word HOSPITAL to a cpl people that were supposed to be here. His apgars were 8 and 8. Weighed 6lbs 3oz at birth and was 19inces long. He is so tiny. Preemie clothes fit him perfect. He gets his circ tomorrow morning by our dr. His sugars are dropping and were having issues with bf. Hopefully tomorrow we will be able to go home in the afternoon after he gets cleared after his circ. I got a Natural birth that I never wanted. I barely tore with him since he was so tiny. Didnt require any stitching. So thats a good thing. He is so precious and my lil impatient peanut.

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I kept switching back and ck and forth from referring to DH as that or Kevin..so you don't get confused.

The birth story of Alexandra Noelle. Born Dec 25th 2008 weighing 8 lbs and 15.5 oz.

Okay..finally...I hope I get all this right as things got really blurry and time made no sense to me towards the middle of everthing. I'll try not to write a book.

My water broke on Mon (Dec 22nd) around 5:30 in the AM. I thought it had before because I had a few gushes and I was loosing my plug, but I wasn't sure. Then I woke up and KNEW and ran to the toilet and it just gushed out of me. I remember thinking wow, this is really going to happen! When it finally stopped gushing I got back into bed and told my DH and we went back to sleep. I was having regular little contractions. Like BH but also like I was having muscle spasms. I remember at one point being so excited it was hard to sleep.

On Tuesday (Dec 23rd) Woke up the next day and contrax continued throughout the day some were really strong and some were not. I kept getting frustrated in wondering when I was going to get going with all of it. We went out to eat at Applebees and I ate a HUGE meal and dessert, it was SOO good. Contrax was really on and off and my doula and mw were just waiting to hear from us. I called them every few hours to update but nothing serious. DH was so good to me by doting on my every need and pampering me. By the late afternoon and evening the contractions started getting stronger. Me and DH took a walk around the neighborhood and I remember thinking how beautiful it was out with the sunshine and all the snow. I started having to rock my hips and walk alot through the contractions. By the evening they were coming pretty regularly but not enough to call everyone over to the house. Me and DH spent alot of time in bed cuddling and kissing and listening to music...it was wonderful to just love him like that for awhile. DH seemed in awe of what my body was doing. He would tell me how great I was doing through a contraction and then we would rest. When they were over it was almost a after climatic feeling and I felt blissed out and so relaxed. This feeling would stay with me the whole time I was at home. Around 7ish my contrax got really strong and I couldn't lay down for very long and had to get up and they were coming about 7-5 mins apart so I called everyone and they came over.

They came over and N. my mw checked the baby and her hb was great. D. our Doula came shortly thereafter and we talked for a bit in between contractions. Me and DH stayed in bed for a bit to try and rest since we knew it could be a long night. Around 12ish things really started picking up...we finally got up because I couldn't take it in bed anymore and from there went from the birth ball to walking and finally to me on the ball and laying my head on the kitchen table trying to sleep in between contractions. Around 2-3ish we decided to get in the pool and OMG it was wonderful. I had no clue that it would make me feel so light and especially relaxed between contractions. It was alot easier to get into my zone and just move my hips and rock back and forth or in circles. Most of the time I was on my hands and knees rocking and then sometimes I would extend my legs and do a U shape and stretch my body out, supporting my body with my arms outstretched. DH was in the pool with me and the whole time never took his hands off of me. We had our eyes locked on each others and lots of touching and kissing during contractions and between. It was the most beautiful and precious time ever to me. We seriously lost track of time and before I knew it, it was getting light. I really thought things were getting close because of all the pressure building in my hips and also I was getting really emotional and weepy and a few times was crying so hard.

It was maybe 7:30 in the AM and N. asked me if I wanted her to check me. I agreed I wanted to know and was excited but scared at the same time. She let G. who is in training do the exam which HURT like hell! I was screaming through it and a contraction because it hurt so bad! She said I was only at a 1 and my heart dropped. She said there was a gap where the baby's head should be and that she thought that her head wasn't positioned right on the cervix to press on it and said that Alex could have been posterior. Then to be sure N. checked me and it was the same. They said that since the baby was doing so great we could try doing some different positions to try to turn the baby during contractions.

It felt like my world had just crashed under me and I just started sobbing and asked everyone to leave the room and DH just held me. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do yet but I just felt so defeated at that moment. G came in and asked that I lay in the bed and keep changing sides and instructed me on different leg positions to get the baby to move. Kevin left to make some breakfast for us and G stayed with me and did alot of hip and back compression through the contrax. I managed to eat a good breakfast of scrambled eggs and fried apples and then me and Kevin laid down. We did this for maybe two hours and I actually got a little broken sleep in between. The contractions had gotten stronger and so had the hip pain to the point that I was screaming to get up and for Kevin to help me up. We sat there and I could feel how tired I was...I couldn't even think straight anymore and at that moment made the decision that I wanted to go to the hospital because I just knew things were not going to work out here at home. It was a very emotional time for me and DH and we held each other for a bit. My DH cried with me and at that moment I fell in love with him all over again. We were loosing the birth that we so wanted and I didn't realize how much it meant to him as well. We allowed ourselves that moment to grieve and then proceeded to pack up for the hospital...I wasn't much help since my mind I had already lost awhle back. DH kept asking me to pack the babys clothes and I just stood there looking in the drawer and looking back at him because I had no clue what was what. At that point I was okay with the hospital I just wanted to get there and it was a hour away! We all packed up and left for Yale.

The ride was intense with me sitting in the front and ripping the seatbelt off during every contraction and breathing and telling my baby to turn and come down. I would grab my sis's hand from the backseat and squeeze it. At that point they had slowed down to about 7mins apart.

We finally got there and I immediately started freaking out because I am terrified of hospitals. I was SO scared! We made it up to L&D and they already knew I was coming thanks to my mw. I got checked again and it was the same. I immediately asked for a epi but couldn't get one untill they recieved my medical records and my bloodwork came back. I had WONDERFUL doctors who were very open to me still trying for a VBAC but also let me know that there could be a c/s in my future if things didn't eventually happen, and I was okay with that.

Around 3-4ish I was finally shown a room and hooked up to IV and monitors though I still chose to labor standing up at least untill I got the epi. It took probably a hour to get the epi...Got the epi and man that was so hard to sit down during the contractions but sweet relief afterwards...or so I thought!

After getting it I went totally numb from my chest down. I could hardly move anything and started getting the shakes and chills and sweat pouring out of me at the same time. I got itchy too. Come to find out the needle had knicked the membrane and when that happens it makes it more intense and you either have to go way down on the epi or get a new one. Then my BP dropped so they turned the epi off for awhile and the aneth. decided just to try to "tweak" and play with it to get to that "sweet spot" in his words instead of doing another. They started giving me low levels of Pitocin too and throughout the rest of the day and night my epi would wear off and then would have to be "tweaked" again and it would get to that good spot for awhile. It was really rough because I was laboring in the bed and couldn't move or get up through my contractions. I would get relief for a little bit when the epi would get turned "up" and then it would go away shortly thereafter. I probably should have asked for another epi but it just didn't occur to me at the time to ask and I figured that the end was near anyway...or so I thought! :^)

Day and night and time was lost to me...I don't even think I knew what planet I was on. People would talk to me and it was all I could do to focus on what was said to me. Hours and hours of laboring on my side with my doula putting pressure and heat on my back and DH or my sis holding my leg up and apart because it felt good to spread my legs and hips..breathing through the contrax and telling Alex to come out baby over and over. I remember eating alot of ice chips during the breaks and that kept me well hydrated. Wednesday came and went and by morning we found out that I was dilated four centimeters! I was SOOO excited! The nurses kept telling me I was going to have a baby that day and it helped me keep going.

Thursday was pretty much of the same...in the bed, switching sides and fighting with my epi. By that point I was really getting aggrivated that it had to be adjusted so many times. At least I got some relief in bits and pieces and that was so nice to have a break and relax a bit when it came. By the late afternoon we found out I was dilated to a 7 and things seemed to be picking up for me. I was already having the urge to push a little through the contractions and it helped to do so and felt SO good! I had to have DH help me hold my leg up higher and higher because I needed my legs spread. Contractions seemed to be getting faster and faster with hardly any break in between and so the doctors wanted to check me again and hours later I was still at a 7! I was so upset and I had to cry on DH's shoulder for a bit. We talked to the docs who wanted to insert a cathether inside me to measure the strength of the contractions before they would up my pitocin. I also found out (because I was too zoned out to know) that they had turned my pit off sometime early that morning and I had been doing it on my own for hours and that they had turned it on again but just to a 1. At that point I had a decision to make and I just wasn't sure yet. Alexandras hb was going strong and she was doing just fine. Me on the other hand, I was just so tired and hungry and mentally exausted at that point. Me and Kevin talked it over for some time even requesting more time from the doctors. I cried for a bit. He wanted me to keep going but ultimately it was my decision. When the doctors came back I told them I was ready to see my baby and I just didn't think she was going to come out the normal way and I wanted a c-section. The docs asked me if I wanted it now or later and of course I said NOW! I asked everyone to leave my room but Kevin and I cried and told him that everything would be okay and that this was just the way she was meant to come out.

They turned off my epi because they were going to give me a spinal in the OR and thats when my terror and nerves took hold of me. I threw up everywhere and I was so nauseous from my nerves. When they finally wheeled me in the OR my contractions were going strong and I was yelling that I couldn't do this and I was terrified...I was having flashbacks of Aidens c/section and I was so scared. The docs were great though and asking me lots of questions about my life to distract me. LOL one of them was talking about my toes...:^) The spinal was pure hell, I didn't think I would get through it sitting up and scrunching out my back with the contractions but I did and after that it was sweet relief! The docs kept talking to me and then Kev was by my side and they told me they had started. I kept getting lots of nausea meds because the tugging was making me sick. Then they told me that in a minute our baby would be born and I was SO excited! Then we heard her cry and it was so wonderful and overwhelming and I just cried and kept saying "my baby." She cried all the way from my tummy to where she was examined and they kept her there for a bit and I kept asking if she was okay. Her Apgars was 9 and 9 btw. Finally they brought her to us and she was so precious and she seemed to calm down once Kevin was holding her and she heard me talking. I got to touch her face and Kevin kept holding her to me so I could rub faces with her and give her kisses, it was wonderful and I loved her so much in that moment. I was still nauseous and dry heaving through the rest of the surgery which took a bit longer than normal since it was my second c-section. I was happy to spend the time with my DH and little Alex though. Finally they were finished and the docs told me so and cleaned me up. They put me on a gurney and I got to hold her for the first time and also BF in recovery. She never left our side the whole time in the hospital.

The two days after that was hell on recovery but I think it hurt so much because my body had been through it all. I was totally depleated in every sense. After that I started healing up pretty quickly and was released from the hospital on the 3rd day!

This experience is so special and precious to me and I can't get over how I did it for so long! I didn't realize I had that in me! I will never forget ever how supportive Kevin was through the whole thing, he never left my side and I felt his love shining for me and thats what got me through it all. Anyway, I am healing up nicely and even went for a brisk walk tonight at over a week pp!

Alexandra is such a easy baby who only cries when she is hungry or needs to be changed. She has definately wormed her way into our hearts and is such a cuddlebug! We love her so much!! Aiden is slightly jealous but loves to help me out and brings me her diapers and paci and stuff when I ask. He comes running when she cries and calls for her "Alex! Alex!" Its really cute!

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I'm happy to announce the arrival of our sweet little girl, Daphne Jo S*******r. Daphne was born at St. David's Medical Center in Austin, TX at 3:10 pm, on Monday, December 29th, 2008. She weighs 5 lbs 8 oz and is 19 inches long.

Labor started at about 5 pm on Sunday night. By 10 pm my contractions were less than 5 minutes apart. We decided to bake cookies for the hospital nurses to kill some time at home. We got to the hospital at around 1 am. I was 90% effaced and 4-5 cm when we arrived. My contractions were painful, but totally manageable. When the nurse checked me again at 6 am, she said I was a 4 still...cervical measurement is subjective, but I felt like I had moved backwards...very discouraging.

When my doctor arrived at 9 am, he thought I was only a 3.5...maybe a 4. Then I was really discouraged. Dr. Y broke my water, and that really got things moving. I dilated 6-7 cm (to a complete 10 cm!) in a little less than 2 hours! Those two hours were probably the hardest two hours of my life. I had a bit of a meltdown. I begged for an epidural even though I was at 10 cm, but since I didn't get an IV, they had to pump me with fluids first. And the anesthesiologist was with another patient. I had a very strong urge to push...and they wouldn't let me because the doctor wasn't here and also, she was posterior. Finally the anesthesiologist arrived and I got the epidural (although it took him many tries). Nearly instant relief.

They had me labor down because I was so worked up. Basically, I just rested for a couple of hours while the baby made her own way down. I couldn't sleep because I was too excited, but I finally got myself under control. I had been in so much pain, hadn't eaten since the night before and hadn't slept since Saturday night. I had no energy and didn't think I could do it. Laboring down really helped me relax and it allowed time for Daphne to turn to the proper position. As an added bonus, she moved her way down the birth canal. By the time they needed me to push, we could see her head. We waited for the doctor to arrive, and with half a push, she was here!

I planned on going without pain meds, but I'm glad I opted for the epidural. I could have done it without...I didn't have far to go, but I was in such a wonderful state of mind when she was born. Tyson and our doula were fabulous...Tyson's a dad now!

Because she's so little, they had to check her blood sugar. It was pretty low (even after she nursed like a champ for 15 minutes or so), so they're giving her some sugar water. They'll monitor her after the next couple of feeds...it shouldn't be a problem.

We both think she looks like Tyson, but she has my long skinny fingers. Enjoy the photos.

Oh, and her Apgars were 8 & 9. I had to have 2 tiny stitches, but I'm doing fine. I'm just taking some Advil for some minor cramping.

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Delaney Shea
born December 28th 2008 @ 9:13 PM
8lbs, 12oz
21 ½ inches

I was scheduled to be induced at 39 weeks on Sunday December 28th. We were told that the hospital would call anytime between midnight on Saturday to midnight on Sunday. The phone rang at 1:45 in the morning and we both knew it was time. We got ready pretty quick and were out the door by 2:15 AM.

I was in the hospital bed hooked up to an IV and Pitocin by 3:00. The nurse checked me and I was STILL 1cm 90%. I had been at this stage for a couple of weeks. The nurse came in every hour or so increasing the dose of Pitocin. My contractions were about every 2-3 minutes but I was not feeling ANY of them. At 10:30 AM the Dr. came in and I had only dilated a cm or 2. She decided to break my water. It did not hurt at all but the contractions came on strong soon after that. By about 11:15 I was ready for my epidural. The initial shot they gave me to numb the area stung/burned for about 5-10 seconds but was not painful.

I laid in bed for the rest of the day SLOWLY progressing. I literally dilated a cm an hour. At 7:00 PM the Dr. told me it was time to push. After the first set, the Dr. told me Delaney was face up. Each time I pushed the Dr. would try to turn her. I am so glad I could not see down there because I imagine her hand was pretty far up there. About ½ hour into pushing I felt sick. I threw up a few times then was good to go. After an hour of pushing Delaney had still not turned and had not dropped all the way (the Dr. trying to turn her did not help). The Dr. gave me the option of continuing to push or to have a c-section. I never thought I would have to have a c-section but I did. I was OK with it and at that point READY to meet my little girl.

Delaney was delivered at 9:13 PM on Sunday December 28th. She weighed 8 lbs, 12 oz and 21 ½ inches long. Her apgars were 9 and 9. DH Mark was by my side the whole time. I was never scared, quite calm actually. He was able to take amazing pictures and cut her cord. He held her right away and she had her eyes open looking at him. The birth of our daughter was not quite what I was expecting, but I would not change a thing about it.

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Ayden Michael
January 5th
11:22 a.m.
7 lbs 8 oz
20 inches long

After battling high blood pressure and being 4 cm dilated for a while, I was scheduled for an induction on January 5th. The night before, we went out to eat for the last time as a family of three. I actually did get some sleep that night, although I was feeling very nervous about going through labor and delivery again and already have a daughter at home to take care of.

I called at 6 am to be sure I could come in as planned and I could. We dropped DD off and headed to the hospital, arriving at 8 am. It was very strange to have a planned date and time to go have a baby, but at least we knew it was time!

I was checked and was 4-5 cm when I got there and my blood pressure was quite high. My water was broken at 8:45 am (which was a very odd feeling!) and I knew we were on the way! The nurse told me to let her know when I wanted my epidural and I knew I wanted one this time around too. After about 30 minutes, my blood pressure had risen and I started feeling awful. What I felt came in waves like contractions, but the pain was so very low and not even registering as contractions on the monitor. It was almost unbearable and I felt like he was coming out. Once I could speak, I had DH call the nurse and I told her I needed the epidural then and that something was going on. She thought it was just cramps signaling the beginning, but I knew what I felt was NOT a cramp! Thank goodness the dr was there asap for the epi. She tried and tried and could not thread it so she had to start over and do it a second time. I was getting really nervous.......I did NOT want a natural birth! She was successful and I immediately felt better. The nurse came back in a few minutes later because she saw on the monitor that my contractions were now 2 mins apart. I did not even believe her! She checked me and she was even shocked that I was about 8 cm and baby was even lower. She said 'we are having a baby by lunchtime'. I laughed....even though it sounded great to me! She came back in shortly and checked me and said 'let's have a baby!'. She got the room prepped as others came in, and she notified my dr. I could not believe it. DH even laughed and said 'I didn't even have time to read the newspaper this time'. I felt the need to push and started pushing, and finally the dr came in just in time. This time around, the epi worked perfect. I was not feeling pain, but I could feel the sensation of baby and I knew when I needed to push. After the first push, they could see his head and I was just so excited to think this labor would not be as horrific as with DD. I pushed for about 20 mins and Ayden was here! They laid him on me and I was in awe. He was so sweet and did not cry. He made noises at first so we knew he was okay, but he just looked so peaceful and so happy to be here. He scored 9's on his apgars and was just so precious. I was not even in pain, and while they started cleaning him up, I was texting and DH was making calls to let everyone know he had arrived. My parents came in with DD, and as soon as DD got near him, his eyes lit up and he stared right at her. She talks a LOT and I guess he got to know her well over the past nine months. Smile

I then started to feel sick, and got sick several times. But, I had expected I would. I was just so thankful for an easy labor and delivery, especially for an induction. The dr and nurses were even quite impressed! With DD, the experience was not good, and I often forgot in the hospital that I was there for a happy and good reason. I had hoped this would be different this time and am just ecstatic that it was. I felt I finally experienced the 'joy' of childbirth. I had 2nd degree tearing this time, but nothing like with DD, and I feel I am healing so quickly this time. My hospital stay was great. Every nurse, etc that I came into contact with was awesome, both for me and Ayden.

We are still adjusting to life since getting home and hoping each night will get a little better, and I think once I have recovered, it will make a big difference. DD has been awesome, she loves her little brother so much and she adjusted so well to having someone else take some of our attention.

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Ava Veronica
Born: 1/9/09 @ 12:33 AM
6 lbs 14 oz
22 Inches Long

I had my weekly scheduled OB visit for Wednesday morning. Once again, they had sent me here to West Penn Hospital's Labor & Delivery unit for high blood pressure (we went through this the week prior). That day, the doctor on call decided that it was best to begin starting labor. I was 38 weeks and the baby was thriving. She was full term & he felt it harmful to me more all the back & forth. So Wednesday afternoon, they got me settled in my labor room and ready to start. Thursday morning my doctor broke my water for me & started me on the pitocin to start my contractions & get me started dilating where I needed to be. I had a very LONG & slow progressing labor... I was stuck at 3-5 cm for most of Thursday. I got my epidural and the day was much more comfortable for me after that - I didn't feel any contractions until the very end when it came time to begin pushing. That is when the labor became very hard & dicey. Towards the end, Ava's heart rate kept dropping, so they had me lay on my side & when I did that it went back up. She seemed to be more at comfort when I did that. But when it came time to push, she just was not coming out. We were told that her umbilical cord was wrapped around her shoulder & all of the distress from the contractions, labor, and that cord really made her heart rate plummet. They rushed me to the OR for an emergency c-section then. From there on, everything was a blur. They had to totally put me under to sleep & they intubated me (so I had a breathing tube down my throat). When I woke up, the c-section was over..... That whole process was done in a min or so since it was a very emergent situation. That is when I was told that Ava had to be sent to the NICU unit. When she was born, all of her organs were shut down, her heart wasn't beating, nor was she breathing. They revived her in about 3-6 minutes. She was breathing on her own. In the NICU at first, they put her on a respirator to prevent apnea (even though she breathed on her own - they wanted something as a back up just in case).

A few hours later, the NICU doctor came to visit w/ me to give us an update on her. (I was not able to see her until much later in the day/afternoon since I was on Magnesium Sulfate for the pre-eclampsia). But she reported to us that Ava was off the respirator & breathing on her own. Josh & I signed consent forms so she can have a blood transfusion since her body was not producing any blood from all the trauma & distress of labor. The transfusion went GREAT! Her heart & blood gases all are doing well now. We're learning little by little how her organs are doing. Kidneys & bowels are great - she's been peeing like a champ & we just found out this morning that she had her first bowel movement. So we are thrilled for that. She's beginning to open her eyes some. Josh & I talk to her while we're down there. I actually read her a Dr. Seuss book this morning so she can hear/recognize my voice & hopefully have the book stimulate her some. The swelling is down in her head, it's not bruised looking anymore & the neurologist does not see any size of seizures on the EEG. They will be doing an MRI on her and it should take 5 days or so to see what else is going on with the brain activity. But little by little, we're seeing so many more positive things. She's such a beautiful baby girl & it's seriously killing me and making me so sad that I cannot hold her yet. But I do know in my heart she's in the best care. West Penn has one of the best NICU units in the city & I've known people who have had kids in here and been told they have great care...I'm seeing that first hand myself. The nurses are fantastic, and I know Ava is in wonderful care.

She is still in the NICU Unit & will be a bit longer. But she is a beautiful little girl & quite a fighter.

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Daniel's birth story:

Daniel Mark
01/09/09, 5:26am
7lbs 8.8oz, 21.75 inches
40 weeks 6 days

So, I woke up with cramps and hadn't slept well the night before due to contractions going about every 5-10 minutes apart for an hour or two, then nothing for an hour, then again, etc. The contractions weren't painful, just irritating and enough to wake me up and keep me awake because I was actually wanting to time them.

I continued to have contractions in this manner all day long and by the time we got up to the hospital at 7pm for the induction, I was having very consistant 4-6 minutes apart and starting to feel more crampish.

They checked me at around 8pm and I was 3 centimeters dilated but still 60% effaced and Daniel was still at -3 station. They inserted the cervadil around 9 pm and within the hour I was feeling its effects and how it was changing my contractions. The doctor made a prediction of around 4am after she had inserted the cervadil and I was happy with that prediction.

Around 11:30pm the contractions had so much pressure that I could hardly breath through them. I mentioned to the nurse the severity of the pressure and she had the doc come in and check me. I was 4cm 100% effaced but Daniels was still at -3 station. At about 2 am I was considering an epidural, but opted for some fentanil (sp?). The pain killer knocked my contractions back from 2 minutes to around 10, but it gave me time to rest. It was at this point that I used the relaxation music on my ipod and slept in between contractions. I was checked again at about 3 am when the pressure was returning to the point of my saying some bad words :censored: and I was at 5cm and Daniel dropped to 0 station. Somewhere between 3 and 4 am the pain got so bad that I wanted the epi but was unsure about being able to feel my legs this time. I was told that the
anestesiologist was coming for another woman at 4 and that they could send him in to talk with me about it. In the meantime I had another dose of fentanil (which did practically 5 minutes of good) and the pressure was getting so strong and sharp.

The doc came in and checked me again and I was at 7cm and my bag of waters was bulging. Shortly after that check I was screaming through a piercing contraction, cussing like a sailor, and I looked up and saw my doctor and stopped profanities to make eye contact with her, smile
and say "Hi!" then I went right back to the contraction and swearing. Lol It was the very next contraction that I screamed and then lifted off of the bed (I was sitting on the side waiting for the anestesiologist) and said "now that was a gush!" my water broke on its own! :grin:

The anesthesiologist came in around 4:30 and took for-freaking ever to get set up and to get me hooked up. I asked him if he was done yet because I needed to "get off of the pain" and he finally gave me permission to lay on my side. I couldn't close my legs together because the pressure was soooooo bad and it felt like there was a spiked ball in between them. I started to say that I "needed to poop, or fart, or push, or something!!!!!" The doctors checked me again and said I was ready and then they asked if I wanted to try pushing from that position or if I wanted to move to my back. I opted for the back position because laying on my side didn't feel
like the best position to make the most effort in.

His heart rate disappeared off the monitors completely during each push and the doctor became very forcefull in her telling me to push the baby out. I got the oxygen mask on because I verbalized my feeling like I was going to pass out mid push. My birthing coach forced my knee to my chest because I could not bring it there myself. They told me that his head was crowning and then I started to think "how the hell are they going to get him out... I can't". Then all of a sudden I felt what I could only say was a finger in my a**hole and I was right. They were using the vaccuum, but also assisted me by using my rectum. I'm thankfull that they did because he came out with that push and they said his cord was around his neck and both of his arms. My little houdini was taken over to the nurse who was waiting to clean him and while my birthing coach was again unable to cut the cord, she was able to trim it.

I was so relieved to have him out and have it over with, but I was sooo exhausted that I couldn't hardly keep my eyes open. My doctor(s) pushed on my stomach to deliver the placenta as I was so weak they weren't about to ask me to do so. Then they began stiching me. Even though I felt as if there was no room and actually asked for an episiotomy, the doctor did not give me one and I only tore a couple of little 1st degree tears. My bum is more sore than my stiches and I'm pleasantly proud of the work I did. I didn't really have the effect of the epidural afterall, so I'm considering it that I made it the whole way without it, and I can't believe I did!

I am RH negative and Daniel is positive, and there was some crossing of blood. I got two shots of Rhogam instead of one and the nurse said that it was the first time she had to do two in the 40 years that she's been a nurse, so this is indeed a rare occurance. I didn't think anything of
what it would do to the baby (I honestly didn't know it would) and I was told by the pediatrician today what it means. If not monitored it could be a VERY bad situation, so they have to do blood tests and check for anemia and I'm gonna look up the rest online later.

Daniel is pretty jaundice and we took him back today for his bilirubin check. I fell asleep this afternoon and slept long enough to miss the chance to call on the numbers, so I'm gonna call in the morning. We may be getting a bili blanket for at home therapy if the numbers are too bad.

Well, I wrote a book and if you made it all the way through, congratulations. :grin:

I am so glad that we had the "natural" delivery that I was going for, even though we did have some medical assist here and there. I am still unsure if I prefer not feeling the pushing phase over what I experienced this go round. I never felt the good part about pushing. If it weren't so rushed, I might have. Oh well, who knows what I'll do next time. :grin:

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Madelyn’s Birth Story

We nervously arrived at the hospital for my scheduled induction on January 6th at 8pm. A very grumpy nurse checked us in and started my IV, hooked up the baby monitor, did paperwork and took some blood. She checked my cervix and informed me that I was still only a fingertip dilated. She inserted the first tablet of Misoprostal to dilate my cervix at 9:30pm. We tried to sleep for a bit, but I had to get up to pee every 5 minutes because they were pumping bags of IV fluids into me. Getting up to use the restroom was not an easy process because we had to call the nurse to unhook all of the baby monitors, etc. before I could get out of bed. Jonathan got the fun job of pushing my IV pole back and forth to the bathroom all night.

About 11pm, the night nurse (who is very nice-thank goodness!) took over. She checked my cervix again at 11:30pm and I was still only a fingertip dilated, but my cervix had softened and I started to feel minor contractions. She inserted the second tablet of Misoprostal. We tried to sleep again and I was able to drift off for maybe a half hour. The nurse came back to check me at 5:30am and I was dilated 2cm, 50% effaced and having contractions that were 2 – 4 minutes apart. The nurse informed us that she won’t be inserting a third tablet of Misoprostal because I was dilated and contracting. She said she wanted to wait and see if the contractions continued on their own before she started Pitocin. She offered me some pain meds to deal with my increasing contractions, but warned they might make me nauseous, so I refused.

My contractions continued throughout the morning. The nurse informed me that I wouldn’t need the Pitocin at all. My doc came in at 9:00am to break my water. That was seriously one of the grossest parts of the whole process. They put a towel under me and one in between my legs, but it soaked through both. More water would gush out with each contraction. Yuck! He checked me again after he broke my water and said I was still 2cm dilated, but now 70% effaced. Yay for a little progress! He told me that my contractions would start to intensify since he’s broken my water. Contractions immediately got SO strong that I couldn’t do anything besides bear down during them. They were still about 2 minutes apart at that point, so I didn’t get much of a break in between. I’ve never experienced pain like that before! Jonathan told me later that we had several conversations during my contractions (in an attempt to distract me from the pain) but I don’t remember anything we talked about! I do remember Regis and Kelly being on TV in the background though. Go figure! I told the day nurse (who was also very nice) that I am ready for my epidural NOW. She said there were a few women ahead of me on the epidural list, but she would send the anesthesiologist in as soon as possible.

The anesthesiologist arrived at 10am, just when I thought I couldn’t take the pain anymore. She worked as fast as she could while I tried to breathe through contractions, all while sitting still on the edge of the bed. Not an easy task! She numbed my back before she gave me the epidural, so I didn’t feel more than a poke, which was nothing in comparison to the contractions I’d been having. The epidural took about 20 minutes to kick in, but when it did, I felt instant relief. Once I was numb, the nurse inserted a catheter. She also checked my cervix again at 10:30am and said I was now dilated to 4cm and 90% effaced. I was able to drink some water and nap for a few minutes.

Our parents arrived at about 12:30pm. They came into my labor room to say hi and visit for a little bit. While they were there, I started to feel pain from the contractions again. We tell them it’s still going to be a while, and suggested that they go walk around the local mall for a bit. I was still feeling contractions, but tried to rest some more anyway.

At 1:20pm, a new day nurse (Bonnie) came in to check me again. To my surprise, she informed me that I was completely dilated to 10 cm and baby was at +1 or +2! She went to call my doctor to see if he wanted me to start pushing. Jonathan quickly called our parents and told them not to go too far! This is when I started to get REALLY nervous! It all became really real when she said the word “push.”

At 2:15pm, I told Bonnie that I could feel the pressure of the baby’s head and felt the need to push so she had me try some trial pushes before my doctor arrived. I pushed with each contraction for about 30 minutes. Bonnie said she could now see the baby’s head. I asked her if the baby had hair and Bonnie said “Yes, and it’s blonde like yours.”

At 2:45pm, my doctor arrived, huffing and puffing from running up 4 flights of stairs. The hospital elevators had been on lockdown because someone had set off a false alarm. I joked with him that I’m glad he’s in good shape! Jonathan held one of my legs, Bonnie held the other, and the doc gets in position. I started pushing again with each contraction. I was exhausted, but I pushed as hard as I could. Everyone was cheering me on, so I kept pushing and pushing. I feel the doc do an episiotomy (no pain, just pressure) to make more room for the baby’s head. The doc told me that I was SO close, and to keep pushing!

At 3:11pm, Madelyn Kate made her entrance into this world. The first thing I noticed was that she had Jonathan’s ears! She had her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck 3 times, but she started breathing and crying immediately after the doc suctioned out her nose and mouth. Jonathan cut her cord. Bonnie put her on my chest for a minute so I could meet my daughter. I couldn’t believe how tiny and perfect she was! The nursery nurse then took her to the warmer to clean her and weigh her. The doc delivered my placenta, and started to sew me up. In addition to the episiotomy, I also had 3rd degree tear! (Ouch!) However, I don’t notice anything he was doing because I was too busy starting at our beautiful little girl. Jonathan took her first picture while she was being weighed, and then ran to the waiting room to share the good news with the new grandparents. We feel truly blessed to have such a healthy baby and are both head over heels in love with our little girl.

Madelyn Kate
Born January 7, 2009 at 3:11pm
6 pounds, 8 ounces
20 inches long
Apgars 9 & 10

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Tyler David born 1/13/09 @ 4:27pm 6 lb. 14 oz. 20 1/4 inches.
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Seth John Robert born Jan 14 @ 11:15pm
8lb 3oz 20.5 inches

Seth's Birth Story

We got to the hospital at about 10am, and my OB checked me at about 10:30am - I was 1-2 cm, same as the day before. He put in the cervadil and they monitored me for awhile. I was having some very mild contractions, and his heart rate was dipping to about 95, when it should have been at least 110. He seemed to do better when I was on my side but it happened so often that they started getting a bit concerned, and I was officially admitted and they started an IV. They started talking C-section because he wasn't reacting well this early on, and I was getting pretty upset at that point. Thankfully, he decided to behave himself for long enough that they let me walk around and eat and just try to get things moving. They put me in a sort of "holding area" for inductions downstairs.

4 hours later and basically nothing was going on...I was being monitored hourly and he was still dipping now and then, but they seemed to think that was OK. They encouraged me to walk the hospital to get things going, which I did, but I was snarking the whole time about how the stupid cervadil wasn't going to work and that I'd be here for days! And of course they had me on the same floor as post partum, and walking around there was just making me even more cranky...my poor DH!

I was wrong about the cervadil...at about 3:30pm I started getting stronger contractions, 3-5 minutes apart. DH kept telling me to tell my nurse but I was still convinced it was false labour and I didn't want to look like a moron, so I went and laid down to see if they would keep coming...and sure enough, they did! I stayed in bed being monitored until about 4:30pm when the resident came and checked me and said I was 2-3cm. I was happy with that and we started walking again to keep things moving. By about 5:30 pm the contractions were getting stronger, 2-3 minutes apart and I was already starting to get tired...I was having back labour as well, so I hung out on my bed listening to my Ipod and went on all fours during contractions, which really helped. At this point DH and I weren't saying a word anymore, I'd just get on all fours and he'd rub my back while I breathed through them. At 6pm the cervadil fell out with a bunch of bloody show, and I got really excited...certainly things must be moving along now! The resident came back and checked me and I was a bit more effaced but still 2-3 cm...I was so mad! We went walking again, and I was having stronger contractions still 2-3 minutes apart...I hated being in public in that much pain but it was better than being in bed!

At 8:30pm I started getting worried, because I didn't have a private room and visiting hours were over. DH was supposed to leave and hang out in the lounge, but I was in a lot of pain at that point and just wanted to stay near my bed and be in private, you know? So we were just quiet about it, and nobody said anything. At 9pm my (really really nice) nurse put me up in L&D because my contractions were so strong (although thankfully the back labour had stopped) and Seth's HR was still dipping now and then. As soon as I got up there the resident checked me - I was fully thinned out and 4 cm, which meant I could get my epidural! I became much more friendly at that point. I was having brutal contractions at this point and they were coming every 2 minutes. I couldn't breath through them anymore, I had to moan and remind myself not to panic and just relax. Finally epidual guy came...I got my epi but things didn't get better right away like I remember with Emmett. Thankfully it did take the edge off, and the resident checked me and I was 6-7 cm (this was around 10:30pm). He broke my water at this point as well.

I laid there, waiting for the epi to fully kick in, but I was still feeling the contractions, especially in my perineum. Epi guy came back and topped me up and told me that should make the pain stop really soon. 5 minutes later I'm feeling more pain and a lot more pressure...cue nurse running out to get the resident (I believe this was around 11pm). I'm panting through the contractions, and basically cursing poor epidural guy, and the resident checks me...I'm fully dilated! He tells me not to push because baby is still at 0 station and he wants him to move down a bit more first. A few minutes later I told him I HAVE to push now, and this is how it went:

Resident: How long did pushing take with your first baby?

Me: 2 hours...I have to push now!

Resident: Ok, with this next contraction I want you to try to push...aaaaaaaaaaaand we're crowning!

Cue flurry of activity...one half push and I had Seth out to his eyebrows! Did I mention I got to learn about the whole "ring of fire" thing at this point? I was screaming "Get him out! Get him out! Please!!" and the nurse tells me to keep up with the push, but just a little at a time. Keep in mind I was still flat on my back at this point, as nobody thought he'd be coming so quickly...not the most comfortable position to push in! So yeah, basically in one push he was out...as much as I wanted to be totally frozen, I have to admit it was something else to feel him slide out of me! I'm still on my back, I hear him cry, I can see the look of happiness on DH's face and I can't see a darn thing! I wanted to tell them to lift him up but they were busy suctioning him and I couldn't find the words. Finally they lifted him up and he was screaming his head off! They took him to the warming bed for more suctioning...since he was born so fast he didn't really get much of a squeeze on the way out, so he was really mucus-y. I was still on my back trying to get a look at him while the doctor instructed the resident on stitching me up...I had 2nd degree tears, but that's not bad considering how fast he was born I think.

About 25 minutes later I was back in one piece and holding/nursing my little man, and 12 hours later we went home!

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Introducing Kameron Rae

I went into the hospital on Jan 6 for my section at 5:20am, I got into my room and settled. IV's were started right away and dr's came in to tell me the process and what their purpose was. I was taken in around 7:30am into the OR. It was tough I cried through the whole process. I was numb don't get me wrong but the pulling and tugging was just a little too much for me to handle! And the spinal kinda hurt and was a little uncomfortable at first. At 8:08am, our little baby girl arrived! She was 8lbs 20.5inches long.. and did I not mention she was just beautiful! She has a great set of lungs on her and cried the whole time until she was put into my arms.

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Michael Cristopher's Birth Story

Sunday, January, 11th, 2009
Weight: 7 lbs 8oz
20 ¾ in. long.
Apgars: 9 and 9

I was scheduled for an induction on Sunday night 1/11 at 8pm, but really wanted to go into labor on my own. On saturday morning I decided to take some castor oil. I had taken a small amount the day before and it didn't really do anything, so I took a little more this time, about an oz. After a couple hours I didn't feel anything so around 11am I took another dose. I waitedd until about 3pm and I was having a few contractions but nothing steady, so Idecided to take some black/blue cohosh to try and get things going. I had the little pellets from when Sienna was born but never got around to taking them with her. I had been very wary of taking them at all, but time was running out.

I decided to take 1 of each every half hour, and it was working, I was getting steady contractions every 3-5 minutes or so. I talked to a friend on the phone and was telling her I think this might be it. The evening continued on, I had dinner around 6:30, Cris put Sienna to bed and around 8:30 I went into the bedroom to listen to my Hypnobabies CD because things were starting to intensify. I was sitting on the exercise ball listening to the CD when I felt a small gush. I immediately got up and went to the bathroom and it was blood. It seemed like a lot to me and I kinda freaked out since that was a major concern because of the low lying placenta. I came out of the bathroom and told Cris, “we need to go NOW.” He got up and we left, he called the doctor on the way and she called the hospital so they knew we were coming.

We got to the hospital and I realized that my contractions had completely stopped. It is amazing what your mind can do. They checked us in and showed us to a room about 10pm. They listened to the baby and put in a heplock, saying there was no need for an IV right now which was just what I wanted. The nurse checked me at 10:30 and I was 3cm, about 50% effaced. At this point I was having contractions maybe every 10 minutes, but nothing regular. So I decided to try and get some sleep. At 6am the nurse came in to check me again and I was 4 cm and 70% effaced so I had made some progress which I was surprised about. She also said my OB wanted to start pitocin, and I agreed since I was scheduled for an induction that night anyway. Meanwhile they were calling my bleeding “heavy bloody show” and by this point it had pretty much stopped.

Around 10:30 my OB shows up and checks me, I am still at 4 cm so they up my pitocin again, she offered to break my water, but I said I wanted to wait knowing that the contractions would get much stronger. She was fine with that and left to go check on some other patients. After she checked me, I did start bleeding again, but I didn't tell the nurse until around 1:30 or so when I was passing large clots and it seemed pretty bad to me. The nurse checked me and I was 5 cm now, I was pretty surprised at the lack of progress since the contractions were getting stronger at this point.

At 2:30 or so my OB came back to check on me and said we should break my water since my bleeding had started up again and we really needed to move things along. She checked me and I was still 5 cm and broke my water. It was clear which was good, and she left again. With the next contraction, it was way more intense and I tried to listen to my Hypnobabies, but my CD player kept cutting out and I gave up. The nurse was in and out more frequently now, so it was hard to concentrate on anything.

Around 5pm the nurse suggested laying on my side to speed things up, so I tried it and it hurt so bad, there was so much pressure on my hips, I couldn't stand it at all. She decided to check me and I was still 5cm at that point, I knew I was getting close even though I was still 5 cm. I got up to go to the bathroom and it felt so good to sit on the toilet, I could feel that I was making progress. I came back to the bed and tried laying on my side again, but I instantly sat up, because there was way too much pressure. I decided to get up to go to the bathroom again, and stayed in there for two contractions. While I was in there I was starting to feel “pushy.” I came back out and my OB was there. She suggested laying on my side too but I told her I couldn't. So she said I should go on my knees and lean against the back of the bed and to lean back during contractions. I did this through a couple contractions and was really feeling like pushing so I told Cris and he told the nurse. My OB came back in and she checked me right in the middle of a contraction and it hurt pretty bad, they set everything up and called in the other nurses there for the baby. I turned over so I was sitting on the bed, mostly I needed the rest, I was soooo tired.

They had me push with the next contraction, but I wasn't really pushing, mostly just trying to breathe through it. During the next contraction, someone said to hold my breathe like I was going under water, and then push. It clicked, and I pushed and I felt his head come out, then Cris said to keep pushing so I did and out he came. During all the pushing I had my eyes closed but I opened them now and asked “what is it?” and the doctor said I am not going to tell you, you look for yourself.” I did and it was a boy. Cris said “are you Michael?” and I agreed, the name seemed to fit. I got to hold him for a while and he nursed right away, everyone was impressed. A few minutes later they cut the cord. Best of all, not a tear at all, I wasn't even sore down there.

Then came time for the placenta, I am not exactly sure what was going on at this point but my placenta wasn't really wanting to come out I guess so she went in after it and was having a hard time. She was saying it was wanting to fall apart, it was hard to get it in one piece, but she managed. Then I guess I started bleeding pretty bad and she kept pressing on my stomach, and she wasn't gentle about it. It hurt way worse than the contractions and she kept doing it, then the nurse would, then someone came and grabbed the baby and they were pressing even harder. At this point I was basically screaming from the pain. Next, she put her hand in my uterus and was feeling all around basically scraping my insides. Then she said “this is the worst part of not getting an epidural” and I would have to agree. Finally, things seemed to calm down, and I could relax and hold my little Michael again. I was hooked up th IV for another bag of pitocin to help my uterus contract back down and help with the bleeding, but everything turned out fine and we left the hospital 24 hours after he was born.

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Elijah Aaron was born Jan 8 at 7:05pm. One day past his due date. He was 9lbs 2oz and 21 and a half inches long. The morning of the 8th around 9am I started having the contractions I'd been having forever. My stomach would get really hard and it would just go away. Normally It happened once or twice and then wouldn't happen again for an hour or more. That day it was happening every 5-15min. When it got to 10 in an hour I called my ob office and they told me to come in and get checked. I was at 3cm and I think she said 80% effaced so she told me to head on over to the hospital and get checked in.

I figured that since it wasn't hurting that I was probably gonna be a while but my other kids came really fast and my last labor was a little over an hour and a half and I didn't want to have a baby in the car because I waited too long! They hooked me up to iv's did bloodwork etc and at 3pm my contractions were slightly uncomfortable but still not really painful. The doctor came in checked me and I was about a 4 dialated and he went ahead and broke my water, there was meconium in it, not bad but it was there. She told me that the anesthesiologist was going to be doing something that would keep him tied up for some time and if I wanted an epidural I needed to get it now or I may not be able to get one. I went ahead and had him do it and just kicked back for a while.

Around 6:30 I started feeling the contractions and they were hurting! I pushed the button on the epidural pump and it started beeping that there was an error or something. They were able to get the anesthesiologist back in the room and gave me another dose of meds. It did nothing. The nurse told me that the contractions I was having right on top of each other were the kind that you get when you are on pitocin and I wasn't on anything. The pain got worse and worse, I was so frustrated that the epidural stopped working when it WAS working in the beginning. I progressed very quickly from there and was completely dialated by about 6:50. The nurse went ahead and had me start pushing while the dr. was on his way. I pushed maybe 4 or 5 times and he was born at 7:05. His apgars were 8 and 9. The nurse told me to sit up so that she could remove the epidural cathiter thing and it turned out that it had come out on it's own and that was why it had stopped working!

I knew that they were going to want to take him to the nursery to get his bath and everything so I nursed him before they took him and he latched on right away. Everything seemed fine, he stayed with us that night and shift change the next morning the pediatrician was looking at him and noticed that he was fine when just laying there but when he cried around his mouth was a little bluish looking and his o2 levels were slightly low. They kept him on a little oxygen for a day, I had to go to the nursery every 3 hours to nurse him. It was so heartbreaking for me not to be able to have him in the room with me. They also said that one test that they did came back that he may have an infection so they put him on antibiotics and the next test they did came back fine. They said that his glucose levels were a little low and they may have to give him fluids if they didn't go up but they ended up not having to do that. After his oxygen levels got to where they needed them to be they let him come back and stay with and my husband and then they started in on that his blirubin levels were around 12 and they thought he needed to be on the lights and we would have to stay another night. They ended up having to discharge me but the room was in his name so I was able to stay at the hospital with him. The next day his levels had dropped and we were finally able to go home.

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As most of you know, I had been having intermittant contractions for a couple weeks and had dilated significantly without really going into labor. On Friday night I had a bout of contractions that were 2 minutes long and 4 minutes apart. They weren't strong enough to hurt more than menstrual cramps, and since it was the middle of the night, I was hesitant to call the mw. After about four hours, with the contractions heading towards 3.5 minutes apart, they stopped and gave way to bh. Since everyone says to call the mw or go to the hospital when they are 5 minutes apart, I needed new instructions. So the next day I called the mw and asked her what I should do. She had me come in, examined me, discovered the baby had dropped and that I had dilated to 6cm, but that nothing seemed wrong, and told me to start paying attention to intensity instead of timing.

Later that evening, she called me and said she wanted to try inducing me the next day. She had been thinking about it, and if I went into the hospital they would instantly break my water, because technically I had already been in labor for 2 weeks (since I was 4 cm). I agreed to her idea.

On Sunday morning, the mw showed up around 7:45 in the morning. She got me started taking some herbs and using a breast pump to stimulate contractions. I had already lost most of my plug thanks to two acupuncture sessions. Around 2 in the afternoon, she gave me my first dose of castor oil. My contractions were a little more intense, but not impressive. An hour later, five minutes after the second dose, the first dose started to kick in with its laxative effect. All the while I had continued with the breast pump 20 minutes out of every hour. When I pumped at 3:30 I started having contractions that I had to breathe through. The following hour, I pumped for ten minutes and had to stop to use the bathroom. I decided not to start pumping again, because it was making the contractions too intense--no break between them. I knew things were really getting moving a while later when I threw up. A little after that, I was still on the toilet and I felt my belly. The lower half felt soft, so I knew the baby had angle himself into my pelvis.

My contractions continued and kept ramping up over the next several hours. I went from lying on my side to rocking on my hands and knees. I couldn't bear to be on my back at all. Around 10 pm I started feeling the urge to push, but because of the castor oil, I just assumed I needed to poop again. I tried a little, but couldn't, so I proceeded to ignore the urge. Around 11, I couldn't ignore it anymore, so I pushed when my body made me. Normally, I'm a stiff upper lip kind of gal, so I was really surprised to find myself yelling. It was around this time that I figured out I was pushing, not pooping. As the contractions came closer together, I started screaming through the pushing. This was around the time that my water broke. It burst like a water balloon, and was perfectly clear. I had no break between contractions, just periods of pushing and not pushing.

The mw watched me push and confirmed that I wasn't quite doing it right--I was lifting up as I pushed rather than putting my full weight into it. But my arms were too tired for me to push right while on my hands and knees. She and dh got me over on my back with dh supporting me to a semi-sitting position, which made being on my back bearable. I pushed for a while to get the head out, because I kept coming up against the ring of fire and backing down. It didn't feel like a ring to me--more like a knife cutting through my clit and perineum. Finally I pushed the head through, and I had to wait what seemed like forever for another contraction to help get the body out. Apparently it looked like the body flopped out, but it felt like a really big push to me. My mother, who had come up to assist, happened to walk in the room just as the head came out. I think she almost fainted.

After my baby was born, he didn't start breathing on his own. After maybe 30 seconds at most, the mw gave him a little mouth-to-mouth to jump start him and he started crying just fine and pinking up. I didn't have anymore contractions after the body came out, so I had to force myself to push out the placenta. My little boy had his first bowel movement as soon as he was out, so we were a bit of a mess, and apparently he continued pooping for the next three hours. There was also a gush of blood when he came out, so the mw was concerned about my bleeding.

I nursed Ezra right away. When the cord stopped pulsing (after the placenta came out), dh cut the cord. It took him three tries to get through it. After that, the mw needed me to get cleaned up and try to pee, so she could see how I was doing and if the bleeding was letting up. It took me over an hour to be able to pee even a little bit. I think the only reason I did at all was that dh brought me some black iced tea with beer in it to stimulate me. Once I did that, the mw brought me back to my bed and brought Ezra back in and examined him in front of me. She had originally thought he would be around 9 lbs, and the ultrasound estimated 9 lbs 9 oz, but he weighed in at 10 lbs 10 oz!

After examining him, she examined me. She found three tears that needed sutures. It took a ton of anesthetic to numb me for them, and I still felt some of the stitching. It had taken me long enough to pee, that I wasn't numbed from the birth anymore. Anyway, in addition to a ton of bruising and skidmarks, I escaped with only eight stitches.

The placenta looked remarkably healthy. The mw said she had never seen one with such big blood vessles. It weighed in at two pounds. Ezra and his placenta account for almost half my pregnancy weight gain!

All in all, I'm really happy I was able to do this at home. I think I probably had an easier birth than most of you, because I can remember thinking in the worst part of it that this couldn't be the most painful thing that happens to people. I could always imagine it being worse. The worst part for me was being touched during a contraction. Dh kept trying to comfort me, and that made it so much worse. He finally got the hint. I did my best to tolerate the mw checking the baby's hb with the doppler, but it really was excruciating.

I can't remember ever being more alert in my life. Even though I was too focused on what my body was doing to speak, I was able to think clearly through the whole thing and pay close attention to what was going on around me. Because of that alone it was really worth it to me that I was able to control my environment by staying at home.

Ezra Ornan, born 1/19 12:00 midnight

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I know I don't post here often, but I thought I would share my story with you all. And give some hope to the mamas that are still pregnant by sharing my painless labor....It was AMAZING.

ANyway, here goes....

Vincent Anthony
7lbs 3oz
20 inches
born on January 3rd 2009 (My son Michaels 3rd birthday) at 12:12pm
born at 37weeks

Friday evening I was having some small contractions that seemed to be coming every five minutes, totally tolerable, in fact, I wasn't even sure they were the real deal, and still don't know because they only lasted a little over an hour and then completely went away. I went to bed, pain free, contraction free. I woke up around 6:20 am, with contractions that felt like braxton hicks contractions, as there was barely any noticeable pain only tightening and maybe 10 secs of VERY minor pain in the middle of the contraction. I didn't even hurt as bad as a menstrual cramp. I timed these "contractions" for about an hour and a half and they were continuing and coming anywhere from 5- 10 minutes apart. But again, the contraction would start out with about 20secs of tightening, 10 secs of little pain, and then another 20 secs of tightening. I figured, I should call my dr, just incase this is early labor and she knows to expect me at the hospital at some point. With this being my fourth and all I figured I better give her some notice in case I go quickly. She told me she was going to go to the gym and work out for a half an hour and for me to go ahead into the hospital she would see me shortly. So at this point it is about 8:30 am. I call my Mom and Mother in law and they come to be with the kiddos. We left our house at about 9:30 am, in no hurry, as I was still not even convinced that I truly was in labor.

We get to the hospital and I'm in the main lobby registering. Again, at this point, I'm convinced that we will be sent home since I was in no pain pretty much and at my last dr. appt I was not dilated and my cervix was no where near effaced. So I get register, go down to labor and delivery, get my beautiful gown on. At this point it is about 10:20ish in the morning. The nurse checks me and says, wow, your 6-7 centimeters. I NEARLY FELL OUT OF THE BED!!! SO I was like, wow, okay, thats a pretty good head start for this early labor!!!! Then she says, I don't think this is early labor, your contractions are long and steady....I was like, um, well, where the Heck is the pain????? I said okay then this is incredible. My doctor shows up about 30 minutes later (11ish am) and checks me and says WOW, you are 8-9 and have a bulging bag. I said, I would prefer we not break it, maybe this is why I am only having very little pain. At this point my pain level increased to about 20 secs of pain for a 60 sec long contraction....same senerio though, 20 secs of tightening 20 secs of LITTLE pain (at this point it felt like period cramps, but not awful ones) and then 20 secs of tightening. She agreed and said okay we won't break it now, but with all that bulging she told me that it would break any minute and it was going to be a good BIG OL GUSH!!! I laughed at the thought of that.

She left and said she was just going to go get her paperwork and she would be back again to check me in about 30 mins.

So at 11:30 am, she was back to check me. I was at 10 cm. I couldn't freakin' believe it. All the nurses at the nurses station kept coming in to see the freak of nature that I am and saying how unbelievable it was that I was ready to push and still in no pain. I have no explaination to why it went this way ladies, if I did, I would write a book, because I would love for all women to have a labor like that.

Okay, so, back to my bag of water....I'm at 10 cm and it is STILL intact, bulging, and intact. The baby was still a bit high up and my doctor felt that at this point, breaking the water would help bring him down. I agreed to let her and WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH MAMA, look out she had to dodge the water!!! lmao, it was HILARIOUS. And yes, I was laughing, at 10 cms. To our surprise there was A LOT of meconium (sp) in the water, even though he looked great on the monitor, I was concerned. They called the NICU dr to come for the delivery. I tried to push a couple of times to bring him down, but I didn't have the urge to push.

This is where the pain free part changes, unfortunately. It is about 11:45 am at this point. Trying to push without the urge was hard. In fact, it hurt to push. Only this time it hurt right on my pelvic bone. I KNEW he was hitting it and NOT fitting through. At this point, I got REALLY concerned and told my nurse I know he is too big, I know that this is a typical sign of having a baby that is too big. I'm 10 cm, and he is high and now he has meconium..... She suggested that I go on my hands and knees on the bed to try to get him to flip over, because she thought that maybe he was facing up and that is why he wasn't coming down. So I did just that. AND OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN. All that pain that I should have been feeling was built up and released in that moment. I panicked. I told them I couldn't handle it anymore. And actually said I needed medicine. lmao. I knew I wouldn't get it, as at this point I felt my baby turn and drop all at once...HOLY FRIGGIN PAIN MAMAS!!! lol. At this point it was about 12 noon. My doctor comes in, the NICU doctor came in (because of the meconium). I begin to feel the urge to push, but not like I felt it previous deliveries....it was not overwhelming and it didn't feel good to push. It hurt, bad.

He was moving down but I kept asking them to please, just tell me the truth, I knew he wasn't moving and that he was too big....That's when Kevin (DH) looked at me and said, Kim, I see his head, he is moving, your doing it, okay, your doing great, push. I knew he was telling me the truth I could tell. I pushed for 3 contractions. Out came my beautiful little boy. Crying away and breathing just fine. The NICU dr said he is just fine and that he didn't swallow any meconium and that his apgars were 9 and 9.

They handed me my sweet little boy and I was instantly in love. OMG and he was so perfect. His little head was so perfectly round, his face so small and beautiful. Kev and I were left alone for a while. I looked at Kevin and said, this is Vincent Anthony, the little boy that completes us, completes our family.

We both agreed, his name suits him well.

At this point, I am still in no pain, and have no swelling "down there". In fact, I didn't even need the ice after delivery. It's all so very bizarre. I can't explain it. All I can say is that God is good, and I am very blessed.

Here are some pics of my sweet Vincent:


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Piper Ansley
January 18, 2009 1:41am
8 lbs, 7 oz
21 inches

Piper’s due date came and went and, needless to say, I was becoming very impatient! I had not felt so much as a twinge, let alone any contractions to suggest that her arrival was imminent. Finally, on the third day, I woke up at 4am with what I knew had to be a contraction. It was painful! The contractions continued very sporadically throughout the rest of the early morning with no real regularity, but enough to make me think that “this could be the day!”

At 4:00pm the contractions started becoming more regular and more intense. We started timing them and they were about 8 minutes apart. I figured things were getting serious, so I put together the rest of my hospital bag. By 6:45, the contractions were 4-5 minutes apart and we knew the time had come. Off we went to the hospital with my parents driving in the car behind us.

By the time I got into my hospital gown the contractions were coming fast and strong. Though I had been committed to having a natural birth and taken 12 weeks of childbirth classes to prepare myself, I completely melted down. I told Conor, “I can’t do this. I need an epidural. This is the worst, most horrific pain I have ever felt and I need the epidural!!” He suggested that I try a few different positions first before we went that route so I begrudgingly just went along with it. I stood and leaned on him and swayed through the next few contractions and then sat and leaned my head on his stomach (he stood in front of me) between the contractions. After a while, I laid down on my side and went into what I can only call “survival mode.” For the next 2-3 hours, I remained in one position with my eyes closed and did not say another word other than heavily panting through the contractions. Conor thought I was asleep! I assure you I was not; just very focused on trying to get through it.

Finally, I got to the point where I knew I needed to push. The nurse kept telling me not to because I still had a lip of cervix left, but pushing isn’t so much a “want” as it is a “must.” I involuntarily pushed a bunch through the next few contractions anyway. Eventually, I was fully dilated to 10 cm. and the doctor arrived so I was allowed to push. That was intense, to say the very least! I was in such a zone and had no awareness of time. I pushed for about 50 minutes, but I thought it was only about 10! Conor helped me through by giving me updates on how close we were getting. FINALLY, at 1:41am (about 6 ½ hours after arriving at the hospital) and with a mighty push, Piper’s head came out, followed by the rest of her body about 5 seconds after that. She started crying immediately! They put her on my belly and she looked like a little grape, all purple and squirmy. After giving her a little oxygen she quickly turned bright pink. She weighed 8 lbs, 7 ozs and was 21 inches long.

Unfortunately, I tore to within a hair of my rectum. It was pretty bad. It took the doctor a while to stitch me up and I was shaking uncontrollably throughout the whole time. We stayed in the hospital for about a day and a half and everyone there was fantastic. As excited as I was to go home, it was actually a little sad to leave! I enjoyed being in our cozy little room and getting anything we needed at the push of a button! Never mind the fact that Piper stayed in the nursery at night and was only brought in for feedings.

We’re home now and I’m recovering pretty well. Piper is healthy and cute as can be! I’m falling more in love with her every minute. Last night (our first night home) was pretty rough with very little sleep, but we’ll just have to work on that. Breastfeeding is going pretty well. My milk has just come in but my nipples are incredibly sore. Piper nurses like a champ but I fear I’m not latching her correctly since my nipples are so raw. Fortunately, my parents are here so they’ve been cooking, cleaning, and helping out with Piper whenever needed. It’s been a huge relief for me to have them here!
The whole birth experience was pretty incredible and I’m still in total awe over Piper and her perfect tiny body. I expect these next few weeks to be pretty difficult as Conor and I adjust to having a tiny baby, but I know we’ll get through it!


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On Jan 15th, my DH and I went to check in to the hospital for a scheduled c/s at 5 am. I got all settled and they started my IV drip. I met lots of hospital staff. The doctor, anesthesiologist, charge nurses, RNs, nurses aides, and the doctors assistant. They were all sweet.

They walked me to the OR and I got up on the table, the started the meds, gave me a spinal, then started the cath, got me all strapped in and ready to go. My husband came in shortly after and the surgery began.

At one point I felt kind of sick to my stomach, but I didn't vomit.. proud moment for me. Biggrin

I felt a lot of pressure and tugging and then the sweet sound of my baby crying. I also heard, "IT'S A GIRL". YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was shocked that she only weighed 6 pounds 8 oz.... she was tiny... My husband got to hold her for a long time while they completed the surgery.. the doctor said that it was a good thing that I opted for a c/s because the placenta had fused to my uterine wall and it took over an hour to get it out.. then they did the tubal. All in all, it took about 2-2.5 hours.

They sent me back to recovery where I was informed that I had lost a lot of blood in the OR and my hemoglobins were only 6.5... I was in for a 3 night stay if not more.

My hemoglobins never did increase, but they kept me under close watch.

My daughter is perfect.

Shania Joy (4boysn1grl)
Born Jan 15, 2009 @ 39 weeks exactly (EDD Jan 22, 2009) 8:29 am
Weight: 6 lbs 8 oz
Length: 19.5 inches
apgars: 8 & 9

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Evie's b-day!

Wow, ladies, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post, but things have FINALLY started to settle down a bit. We are getting into a routine so I know when I can grab a chance to post.....and here it is. I'm going for it......

It all started out on Sunday, Nov. 30, well, actually that whole Thanksgiving weekend, things were a little stressful in my household. Without going into details, me and the DH were at eachothers throats and he left early on Sunday to go back to Indiana (for those who don't know....my DH works 8 hours away in Indiana and comes home on the weekends). I was completely stressed out and spent all day Sunday on the couch trying to calm down. The whole night I had real bad menstral-like cramps. They were so bad that I even looked up on the internet about menstral cramps this late in the pregnancy. Everything I read said that it's a sign of preterm labor, but I was on the progesterone shot, so why should I worry (yea, right). I went to bed around 11PM because I had to work at 7AM the next morning....

At 4:15AM I woke up to a wet, warm feeling between my legs. I was like "OMG, I"m peeing my pants", so I got up. On the way to the bathroom, it gushed out of me, but I still was thinking I was peeing. I sat on the toilet and tried to feel which hole it was coming out of (I know, TMI), and I confirmed what I thought...it was my water. I immediately called my mother to tell her that my water had broke and I needed to get to the hospital (when my water broke with my son, I had him in 1 hour and 16 minutes). I went and woke up my son so he could help me get some things together. He woke right up and helped me...God love him. Water was pouring out of me. I couldn't believe how much was coming out. I was crying "It's too early for this", but my son soon calmed me down. I called off work (ha) and then called L & D and told them I was 34 weeks and my water broke and I'm on my way. I called my DH, and even though he had left me mad on Sunday, he told me that he loved me and he was leaving to come home ASAP. My mother showed up about 20 minutes later. I had one contraction, which wasn't that bad, waiting on her, but on the way to the hospital, I started having contractions more frequently, but not really painful.

I arrived at the hospital around 5:15 AM. Water was still coming out in gushes. The nurse confirmed by just looking at all the fluid that my membranes had ruptured. They hooked me up to the monitors and found Evie's heart rate. It was perfect. That was a relief for me because she hadn't moved this whole time. The nurse then went to check me......I WAS 5CM. I was like HOLY CRAP. I had really only 2-4 major contractions. The nurses were scrambling around, especially when I told them of my history. The hooked me up to some fluid and put a foley in (ew !!). They said that emptying my bladder would help slow the contractions. The contractions started to get a little stronger and at 6:15AM they checked me again. I was 6-7 cm. They asked me if I wanted an epidural and I said yes. I decided that I wanted to enjoy the birth and being in pain would not do it for me. The anesthesiologist came in around 6:45 and it took about a 1/2 hour to get the epidural in. It was the worst part of this whole birth, but well worth it. The nurse checked me again around 7:30 and I was 8-9. Now I was pain free and just waiting for my body to do what it needed to do.

At around 8:10AM, I started to feel like I had to POOP (sorry). The nurse checked me and I was 10CM and completely efaced. She called in the doctor, pulled in the sterile table and informed me that I could start to push. My mother was next to me, my father was behind me (with a camera and he was given instructions to stay BEHIND me) and my husband was about 25 miles north of Cincinnatti. I started to push at 8:25. At first I wasn't pushing right, but then I found the right place. I could feel the doctor touching down there, but NO pain whatsoever. After pushing maybe 7-8 times, Evie was born at 8:41AM on December 1, 2008.

Evie let out a cry, so I knew she was OK. The nursery nurse had her and was doing their thing, checking her while the doctor was sewing me up and cleaning up. The nursery nurse said that I could give her a quick kiss because she was weezing a bit and she wanted to get her over to the nursery. I kissed her and Evie was gone.

After I was all sewed up and all the excitement was over, I was left alone with my mother and father, oh and my son came over. Not too much later, the pediatrician came in and I knew something was wrong. He said that Evie just can't breathe on her own and that they had to tube her. He also asked if I preferred Morgantown (WVU) or Children's hospital in Pittsburgh, because they have to life flight her. I WENT NUMB.....

I chose to have her life flighted to Pittsburgh, it was closer. My DH finally made it to the hospital around noon and we both went in to see Evie before she went on her helicopter ride. All the crap that we had put eachother through went out the door....we vowed to make a new beginning. It was a very emotional moment that I'll never forget. The first time we both laid eyes on our daughter, we started over. We both meant it and things have been wonderful in that area since that moment. My DH then left me to drive to Pittsburgh to be with our daughter.

My doctor came in around 2 in the afternoon and said that when I felt like it (???) I could be discharged to go see my daugher. THere was NOTHING keeping me from getting to her, so I left the hospital around 2:30, six hours after giving birth. My mother and I went to our house, packed a bag of things for me and Evie and off to Pittsburgh we went (about and hour away).

My SIL updated you all with the details of the HELL WEEK, but it had a happy ending. Evie is home and as perfect as can be. The 9 days in the NICU changed me and my DH. THere were so many sick babies, they are all in our hearts along with their parents. What an awful, yet needed place. THe people that work there are angels. I think of them everyday........

So, our new lives have begun. I'm breastfeeding...woohoo. I was really scared of it, but with the help of some great lactation nurses, I'm doing it and it's been wonderful. I encourage EVERYONE to try it. I'll post my BF story on another posting.

Thank you ALL so much for all your prayers and thoughts...I felt them. I'm looking forward to being more active on this board since we have our routine going.

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John Robert “Jack” S
Born: January 14, 2009 at 5:26 AM
Weight: 6 lbs 15 oz
Height: 20 inches

I got up on Tuesday January 13, got showered and ready to go to the hospital for the induction, we were supposed to be there at 8:00 but were running late and Mark insisted that I eat a big breakfast, he made me eggs and toast with OJ and milk, little did I know that was the last thing I would eat in over 24 hours!

We arrived at the hospital at 10:00 am and got hooked up to all the monitors, much to my surprise I was contracting, but they weren’t strong enough so they started the pitocin. Wow did I feel them now.

I labored through them for an hour and the nurse checked me again, no progress, still 1 and a half. She turned the pit up and I labored another hour – no change, and another, no change. Finally around 2 I had made it to a 3 and from there on out about 1 cm every 2 – 3 hours. It was awful.

Around 4 pm I requested the epi and it was so painful going in I wanted to die. After the epi started to work the baby decided to lay on my sacral nerves which the epi doesn’t cover, so I was numb, but was also having horrible back labor. My Mom and Mark talked me through it, I do remember crying a lot for those 2 hours of labor. Finally the baby moved and I got some rest.

When I woke up it was about 10 pm, and the baby’s heart rate dropped so they had me lay on my right side and turned the epi down and the pit off. Everytime I contracted his little bum would go into my ribs and make me feel like I couldn’t breathe. It was horrible and they gave me some stadol to take the edge off because I was getting a little panicky. His heart rate finally went back up and he seemed to be doing well.

They turned the pit back on. Well from laying on my right side the epi had gone to that side and the left side was feeling everything. So I had to lay on the other side in order to even things out. It was now about 1am and Mark decided to take a nap. I was still having issues with the uneven epi, so the doc gave me some more stadol and it took the edge off until the epi evened out.

At about 2:30 the baby’s heart rate dropped again, but after I laid on my right side again, it jumped back up, the doc checked me again and I was finally a 9.

Around 3am I felt the urge to push, and we started, I was having a hard time getting him to come down. The nurse was helping me and my mom and Mark were holding my legs. I pushed and pushed and pushed some more.

Finally I had brought him down far enough to call the doctor. Everyone kept telling me about his dark hair, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t much care, I just wanted him out!

His head was positioned sideways, not sunny side up, but not the correct position either. I continued to push and push, they were trying to lube his head with soap, but it wasn’t working and my doctor numbed me and started the 1st episiotomy, then the 2nd, then the 3rd, at this point I was ready to give up, I still don't know how many stiches, but I know there are A LOT and they are inside and out.

Mark was wonderful in motivating me. The doctor called for the vacuum, by this point the pain was absolutely excruciating. He hooked the vacuum up to his head and started with my next contraction, and it broke suction, I distinctly remember my doc saying that he needed my help and I got a burst of energy from somewhere and decided his head was coming out the next push, so he hooked it up again and with my next push his head was out, then the next contraction he was born.

He started screaming immediately, it was the most amazing feeling ever. They took him to weigh him and I remember asking if that was all he weighed, because I thought it was a lot more that 6lbs 15oz, Mark got a kick out of that! LOL

The doctor sewed me up (that took an hour) and I got to hold my son for the first time, what an amazing feeling.

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Charles Miguel
Born/DUE: January 5th 2009 @ 6:30 AM
7lbs, 1oz
21 inches

Sunday at 3:40pm I started having contraction, DH wanted to time those and I introduced him to contraction master, he loved it...
I cooked dinner even when DH thought it was better idea to go out because my contraction, at 8pm wanted to go sleep but contractions were closer and longer and DH was very upsed suggested that I should call the Dr long time ago... I decided to call my Dr at 9:30pm and she was me to go ahead to the hospital to check me.
We arrived at the hospital at 10:22pm and I was 2cm,75%. They asked me to walk for 1 hour to see if I have some progress... At 11:45pm I was 4cm,80% and they admitted me, prepared a jacuzzi tub, and checked me at 3 am, Monday, I was 7cm,90% and my water broke.
At 5:15 am, they asked me one more time if I wanted an epidural... it was the third time I think... I wanted to push and I was 9-10cm,100%... they told me to wait, but 15 minutes after that I could wait more and they wanted me to started pushing, baby was very low, they could see the head but couldn't take him out. They started to change my position, and wondering why the baby's heart rate kept dipping low...
At 6:00 am medical staff told me and DH that I should get some medication like epidural "that it will help to get baby out" . At 6:12 DH, concerned about me and baby, persuaded me to get an epidural, a minute or two later I agreed to get it. But, they stared talking faster and taking me to the surgery room, on not more de 30 seconds I was sleeping (general anesthesia). Around 16 people, medical staff, was in the room, DH got ready to join me but he wasn't allow to be there (DH told me more people were arrived and leaving the room, and everyone said "everything will be okay..." )
LO born at 6:30am, he was wrapped in the umbilical cord and holding on to it. He was healthy, passed all the test.

I wanted to be released Tuesday, but by hospital rules it wasn't possible until at least wednesday. My Ob Dr signed to release me Wednesday or Thursday. Wednesday, Pediatrician was concerned about development of jaundice (It because we have different type of blood) and admitted to the hospital, so I decided be in the hospital as long as my LO was there. Thursday I was released and got the change to be in a room close to in NICU, I went home for three hours today since Sunday, DH and I had been in the hospital all the time. Friday 9th, we took LO with us to our home, we were so happy, until pediatrician called me to let me know that we needed to go back next day and it was the possibility LO be admitted again, but everything goes well and LO got stable.
We were so frustrated with all, even DH burst into tears ones. It made us to get MIL a ticket to join us at least for a week (MIL arrived Friday 9th to Colorado from Florida).

The birth of our LO was not quite what we were expecting, but he is doing well. DH is calling him "Crash" , because all the Nursery floor identifies us as "the crash patient" (LO has been very popular).

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isabella raelynn born january 15, 2009 at 8:26pm by c-section. 8lbs, 8oz, 21 in long. her apgars were 8&9

it was a scheduled c-section due to her being breech for the 22nd. i went to the dr on the 13th and my blood pressure was 166/92. the dr decided to move things up til the 15th. we were scheduled for 7pm.

well of course its the coldest day of the year, -5 when we left to go to the hospital at 1pm our time. the hospital is in indiana, theyre an hour ahead. our car would start but we made it about a block before it started spitting and sputtering so we went back home. had to call my parents for a ride. we are in admitting when it came across the tv about the plane going down in the hudson. so we get to our room and they come poke me and get me strapped in. we were on the monitor for about an hour and all looked good. my parents, grandma, his parents, sister and one of his friends and girlfriend plus us all piled into this little drs office size room for almost 3 hrs.

my dr didnt show up til 7:45, anest not til 8. it took him 4 tries to get the epi in, omg thats a wierd one. i didnt like that feeling at all. it made me shake like a leaf and instead of my blood pressure going down it shot up. she came out just a screaming at 8:26 pm. the dr held her up but not up far enough over the screen to be able to see. then they took her to check her out and they gave me something that i fell asleep on when they sewed me up. they had him stand up while they were sewing me up and he saw my "innards" and hes a baby when it comes to stuff like that. he couldnt watch them put my iv in. the look on his face(what i could see of it) was great. then i passed out. it was after midnight before i first saw her.

shes got a full head of brownish blonde hair. i think she looks like when i was a baby but she has her dads ears, nose and toes. i thought i had monkey feet but his toes are really long and so are hers. her face is a little bruised across her brow. her sugar was great. the dr was suprise since they considered me a "poorly treated diabetic". were not breastfeeding. we tried but my boob is bigger than her head. i would be afraid of it too. she wasnt tolerating the formula very well at first but now shes eating like a champ. so happy to have things over with, even with a c-section im in less pain than i was. sleep would be nice though:)

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Ryan Matthew (LadySenna)
Born @ 40w 1d (EDD 1/9/09) 1/10/09, 10.58am
Weight: 7lbs 12oz, Length: 20.25"

Well, this is going to be very long. Firstly, it actually begins with my doctor's appt on the previous day, and secondly, because of the problems after Liam's birth, I remember very little of Liam's birth, so it was doubly important to me to remember every detail of Ryan's birth.

I had my 40wk appt on Friday, January 9th, my EDD. Apart from feeling the general aches & pains of pregnancy, all was well, so I just figured I was going to have to wait it out. I'd been having contractions for a couple of weeks, at least, but they never became sustained. When my dr checked, I was about 2.5cm dilated ~ just a small progression from the previous week.

I was surprised, then, when my dr asked me if I wanted to be induced, especially as I wasn't even really overdue. I will say, that she never pressured me, and let me make the ultimate decision, bu after the problems I'd had with Liam's delivery, I knew she wanted to deliver me herself, rather than one of the other doctors in the practice, and after the weekend, she wasn't going to be around for another 3-4 days.

I was initially reluctant to agree ~ I was concerned that being induced would increase my chances of a c-section, if they broke my water & I failed to progress. I also knew tha twith pitocin, I would be unlikely to deal with the contractions without an epidural, and it was after the epidural that my delivery with Liam started to go downhill. We discussed my concerns, and my doctor told me, my chances of ending with a c-section were only about 1% higher than with a natural birth, as I was already dilated and having contractions, conditions were "favourable" and we would just be "helping things along."

She did voice concern that the baby was already big (estimated over 8lbs), and as I am quite small-framed (overweight, but still small-framed), that if he got much bigger, I would have a greater chance of ending with a c-section. This, coupled with some more "convenience" reasons (I had already used one week of my FMLA, and didn't want to lose much more, without having the baby; my parents had just arrived in town and were only here for 2 weeks), I agreed, with a little bit of fear & reluctance, to the induction.

To my surprise, it was scheduled for 4am the next morning, Saturday, January 10th. I wasn't expecting it to be that soon. I didn't sleep much that night ~ I dozed off & on, on the sofa, then got up around 2.30am to get showered & changed. DH & I arrived at the hospital around 3.45am. By the time I was checked in and all the paperwork done, it was 4.30am, when the nurse hooked up the IV & switched on the pitocin. I was told it would take about an hour to take effect, and sure enough, the contractions started at 5.30am. I had progressed to 3cm by this point...

For the next couple of hours, the contractions progressed steadily. To start with, they were close together (about 3mins apart) but were short & light. As they gradually increased the pitocin, they got further apart & stronger, and I felt that the labour should have been progressing, but when the nurse checked me again at 7.30am, I was only 4cm dilated & 80% effaced. I started to worry that I had made the wrong decision, and that my labour was not going to progress. The pitocin was increased again, and the nurse, on the instructions of my doctor, broke my water.

Then the contractions increased in strength & duration, to be much stronger & more intense than I ever remember them being with Liam. At 8.45am, I asked to be given the epidural, even though I was still only 5cm dilated & 90% effaced. I had hoped to wait until I was at least 6-7cm, but I could feel myself starting to fight against the contractions, rather than working with them. The anesthesiologist arrived at 9.15am, and the epidural was in place by 9.30am.

It was a far better experience than with Liam, when I lost all feeling & movement in my lefts, and could no longer feel any contractions or pressure. This time, I still had movement in my legs, and I could still feel the contractions, the epidural just took the edge off of them, so I could go back to working with them again.

By 10.30am, just an hour later, I was complete. It took my doctor a few minutes to get back from her rounds, and I started pushing around 10.40am. I only pushed a few times, and Ryan was born at 10.58am. This time, there was no excessive bleeiding, no threat of a c-section and no episiotomy ~ I did get a small second degree tear. From this point forward with Liam, I remember nothing, I was in mild shock because of the blood loss. This time, I watched the placenta come out, chatted to my doctor while she stitched me up and saw them clean up & weigh Ryan etc. etc.

He weighed 7lbs 12oz, 20.25 inches long - so nowhere near as big a expected (Liam was exactly the same weight, just nearly 2 inches shorter). His agpars were 8 & 9 (I don't know what Liam's were), and when they gave him back to me around 11.15am, he took to the breast immediately and nursed for about 20mins (Liam did not nurse straight after the birth). This turned out to be far more important than we realised, as Ryan tested positive for Coombs disease (I am O+, Ryan is A+ blood type, so my antibodies started to attack his blood in utero). This can cause very extreme jaundice ~ breastfeeding is one of the best antedotes for jaundice, and Ryan didn't even develop slight jaundice, possibly because he nursed so soon after he was born.

Our last hurdle was the echocardiogram, to check that his VSD had completely closed. That was performed on the following day, and no sign could be found, so Ryan was released with a clean bill of health. By his one week appt, he was already back to his original birth weight, and our pedi was amazed at how well he was doing, considering the Coombs diagnosis ~ so well, in fact, she isn't even worried about checking his weight again at two weeks!! He is doing an amazing job ~ eats like a champ, and seems to be working out his days & nights.

Here are a few photos, I have inclused a couple of Liam at the same age for comparison ~ they could be twins.

Thanks for reading.


Some family photos:

Liam as a newborn:

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Elizabeth Marie (HeaterAS)
Born (EDD 1/28/09) 1/24/09, 3:02 PM
Weight: 8 lbs Length: 19"

Hey everyone! Just a quick update while I'm all by my lonesome. Elizabeth is being checked out by the pedi (standard, nothing wrong) and Colin and Noah are on thier way up here.
It was awesome. I didn't want to be induced. Not really, I mean I was getting impatient...but I remember the hell that was being induced with Noah. When my blood pressure was high again and they found I had really high protein in my urine...I knew that was it. With as far along as I was, my dr wouldn't want to take chances. So off to the hospital I went (with instructions to not go home, or to the store, or to pass go, or collect $200 Wink ) and I was kind of upset. But my dr went with a slow induction, advising me it would take a couple of days, but would be worth the outcome (since we had discussed my HARD LONG induction with Noah and that I did NOT want that again). So he gave me cytotec (sp?) the first day and night and just softened up my cervix. Finally the next morning I was fully effaced and contracting well and he decided to break my water bag and see what happened. Well my contraction pattern wasn't totally ideal, so he added some pit. I was fine though. I had started having some intense pain around 4am and although I could handle it, I knew I had a long road to go so I opted for the epi. Well this epi was fantastic. The whole day I was laboring Saturday, I was in the most fantastic mood and could even move everything fine...but no pain. Nothing like with Noah. Finally I started feeling some pressure, but they were concerned because she just wasn't dropping down (I had MASSIVE amounts of amniotic fluid...MASSIVE. So she was just floating, but the fluid was putting a ton of pressure on my cervix. Dr was surprised afterwards my water hadn't spontaneously broken on it's own) so I was able to try different positions. I had the tiniest bit of cervix left and with one good push the dr was able to move it out of the way and in that one push Elizabeth moved down, turned and got into position. Immediately I felt PAIN and needed to push. I wanted to try the squatting bar but it was way too intense at that moment (I guess after NOT feeling pain for so long it was just a shock). So I got back down on the bed. I was in sooo much pain and told the nurse that I was NOT going to push for 2 hours again. She said, no your not. Colin was fantastic and sooooo supportive. He was my rock. The whole time I was pushing, the nurse was running around between contractions doing last minute things, I guess she knew how fast it would go. I told her...I want this baby out in 10 minutes. She said, you can do it! This shocked me because I'd only pushed like 3 times, LOL. So I pushed about another 5 minutes and she started calling everyone to come in. Dr came in and in 2 more contractions she was here! 22 minutes of pushing from start to finish! I immediately saw she had dark hair...and that she was a SHE! I got so emotional. That didn't happen with Noah. I think I was just soooo tired with him that I was over it. But this time everything went so perfectly that I was able to fully enjoy the moment. Colin cried too.
Well I have a 2nd degree tear and I somehow got a hematoma? Anyways, everything feels fine. I'm taking pain meds when they offer it (didn't do that with Noah, tried to be a trooper!). BFing is going well. She basically marathon nursed all morning. Last night I had them bring her to me on demand and I SLEPT. It was nice.
So many things went right. Just tiny things, but they made the biggest difference. The booger and Colin will be here soon so I'm going to wrap this up but two really amazing things happened that gave me so much confidence and really helped me maintain a positive attitude (even now, the PPD had already started with Noah at this point).
1. Our SLR camera had been broken for weeks. Only worked without the flash. Well it did this once before and magically started working at Noah's birthday party, so I told Colin just to try it a few hours before she was born. It worked!!!!!
2. My nurse for all day Saturday (well all my nurses were awesome) was named Tracy. That's my older sister's name. One of the people that Elizabeth is named after (Tracy passed away in 1995 right after my mom. Both of thier Catholic confirmation names was after Saint Elizabeth). It just seemed like a sign that things would go well and I had some angels looking out for me. She was AMAZING. The most amazing nurse ever. She was pregnant herself, but with her 4th child.

Here are some pics...no family pic yet, there just hasn't been a chance and Noah is super hyperactive everytime he comes into the hospital room. Noah hasn't paid her too much attention but he knows who she is. Oddly enough when we asked "do you know who this is?" he said...quite clearly...Elizabeth (well clear for a 22 month old), but we call her Lizzie more often than Elizabeth so we thought maybe it was a fluke. But sure enough I just showed him a picture on the camera and asked who and he once again said Elizabeth!

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[SIZE=4]Introducing Maci Gayle (Blondie1982)
Born: January 20, 2009 at 2:49am (EDD: January 28 )
Weight: 6 lbs 7 ounces 20 inches

Saturday, January 18th I lost my mucus plug. I thought I had lost it whole but I had a little bit of discharge with it for hours. Saturday night, It started to get watery but still didn't look like my water had broken. When I woke up Sunday morning, I was very wet, enough to change my under ware but when I stood up I didn't lose anymore so I put it off as discharge. During the night, it started to pick up some and I started soaking through pads. I called the Dr. office Monday morning and they worked me in at 10:00 am. The Dr. took a sample and said it was negative and it didn't fern on the slide but she sent me to get an ultrasound to make sure the baby fluid levels were good. Fluid levels were excellent, estimated weight was 7 lbs 3 ounces and she was still a girl. They sent me back to my Dr. and since my blood pressure was a little high,(it's been low this whole pregnancy) and we still didn't know what I was leaking she sent me to L&D to be observed.
They put me on a choux pad and flipped it to the blue side so they could take a sample. I knew I wasn't peeing on myself and the nurse reassured me that it was probably discharge. After siting on the pad for an hour I got up and it was flooded. She tested it and it turned blue. My water indeed had broken. The labor processes was started. They served me dinner and gave me Penicillin for infection and Cytotec rectally because of my water being broken. The Dr. ordered pitocin at 7 am January 20. The nurse didn't have my contraction monitor on my stomach correctly so I was contracting but at the nurses station it showed nothing. Around 10:00pm on January 19th, I asked my mom to ask the nurse for pain medicine. The nurse came in and did an internal and was shocked that I had gone from 1 1/2 cm 70% effaced to 5 1/2 cm and 100% effaced. She ran out and called my doctor and ordered my epideral. I stayed at 5 1/2 for an hour and then I started feeling much pressure so they did an internal again and I was 8 1/2 cm. I was extremely comfortable but it just felt like something was hanging out of me. An hour later I was at 10 cm and ready to push. My mom, grandmother, sister, cousin, friend and father was in the birth suite. I didn't really care who saw, I had lost all my modesty at this point and I was just ready to get my baby girl out. I pushed for 45 minutes and then the Dr. came in. I pushed twice for her and Maci was born screaming her lungs out at 2:49. They layed her on my chest and I was just in shock. It happened so fast. I was smiling but a little delirious because I was running 102 degree fever from my water breaking so long ago. They cleaned her up and gave her a mow hawk. She scored 9 and 9 on her Apgar. I am amazed at how easy it was to deliver her. I did have a 2nd degree tear but just controlled pain with Motrin. Maci had temperature problems and had to be put in the warmer twice because of the water being broken. I got released on Thursday but the Dr. watched Maci and was considering putting her in the NICU for 3 days to take antibiotics but we kept her temp up and she was released on Friday. I actually got to carry her out in the car seat out of the hospital. All the nurses were trying to stop me but since I was discharged the day earlier, they couldn't do anything about it. Maci is the best thing that has ever happen to me. The hospital staff and my Dr. was awesome. All the nurses kept coming in and looking under her cap at her hair. When we left the hospital, she weighed the same. She's thriving on breast milk and I have quit supplementing her milk. She's a great nurser and I am pumping to stimulate the milk. I never knew this is what it's like to be a mom. It's heaven!

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Jesse Ryan was born on Jan 19th at 4:59am. 7 Pounds 13 ounces 21 inches long.
Labor was 6 hours almost and I got an epi at 10 centimeters!!!! I wanted it at 5 but the doc did not get there for a couple of hours. Then they had to suction him out after 3 tries of pushing because he was face up and his heart rate would drop a whole lot with contractions and pushing.
I only have a 3 deg tear... but at least he is doing well and is healthy.

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Griffin Donovan (username)
Born @ 11:15 p.m., January 18th (EDD was 1/20/09)
6 lbs, 9oz., 19.5 inches

Around 1:30 p.m. on January 18th, Brian called to say he was too antsy to stay at work (he works 3 hours away and is gone Friday-Sunday) and was coming home. I told him I wasn’t in labor, but if he wanted to come home that was OK with me. He said he had woken up the night before with stomach cramps and it made him think he was picking up on something and he just couldn’t focus.

Around 3:30 p.m. I started having some irregular contractions that felt a little different from the Braxton-Hicks I had been experiencing. After a little while, I decided to start timing them and my mom suggested I start my cookies for the nurses at the birth center just in case it was the real deal. So I started baking. The contractions got more regular and were consistently about 4 minutes apart, but not too intense yet. I took a shower and they slowed down some and decreased in intensity for a little while, but didn’t stop.

I got on the computer and spent some time fiddling around on pregnancy.org. After a while I felt like I couldn’t sit on the couch during contractions anymore, but they were still totally manageable, and I thought it could still be a false start. I went into the kitchen to finish the cookies. I called my sister while I was doing that and she was saying she thought since I was still talking through contractions I had a ways to go. I bent over and put my elbows on the counter during a contraction and it felt way more comfortable. I felt a little pop, like a gas bubble or something. I wondered for a second if my water had broken, but was still thinking I might not really be in labor. I stood up and felt a gush and ran to the bathroom, still on the phone with my sister, who was excited she was on the phone with me when my water broke. I talked to her for a minute longer, and we finally realized we needed to get off the phone so I could focus on having a baby!

I came out of the bathroom and my mom and Brian were talking to me about something and I had to wait for them to finish whatever random thing they were talking about to tell them my water broke. They were excited and we all knew now this was the real deal.

Almost right away, my contractions got a little stronger, but still totally manageable. We called the clinic and the midwife suggested we go to the birth center in about an hour. I was really happy because it was my favorite of the midwives at the clinic who was on call and she would be delivering my baby! We called the waterbirth tub rental place and my doula to tell them I was in labor and we’d call again to keep them posted. Brian started getting ready to go get some last minute snacks so we wouldn’t have to stop on the way.

I went in our bedroom and sat on my birth ball and leaned on a pile of pillows on the bed and put the Hypnobabies Easy First Stage track on my ipod. Almost instantly, I started having contractions strong enough I had to moan through them and they started coming every 2 minutes. Brian was messing around on the computer trying to transfer money for the birth tub (we had to pay the balance when we arrived at the birth center). I had a really strong contraction and afterward both my mom and I simultaneously said it was time to go, we were not waiting an hour. Between contractions I made my way out to the car and stood and leaned in on the seat through a couple contractions while my mom rubbed my back and we waited for Brian to finish getting the stuff packed up. I was saying “aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh” through them and it made me realize how vocalizing a little really helps. Finally my mom went to get Brian and say she would get the rest of the stuff, we needed to leave NOW. My legs were starting to shake and I had a feeling I was entering transition.

It was really hard to get in the car, we had the carseat and stuff in the back seat and I couldn’t recline the seat or lean forward, I had to sit up straight and I was dreading the drive. Luckily, the contractions slowed a bit in the car and I only had two and they were not as intense. As soon as we got to the birth center, though, things picked up. We walked in the door and I was on the floor on my hands and knees “aaahing” through a contraction. The nurse said she needed to check me so we knew if she should call the midwife yet. Brian and I both looked at her like “seriously? I am on the floor moaning!” She said it can be really intense sometimes even at 5 cms, but I knew I was further along than that. We got into our room and I went to the bathroom. I had to poo and really didn’t want to end up doing it during delivery if I could help it. It took me forever to go because I had to work through several contractions and they were starting to come fast. The nurses were knocking on the door and saying they really needed to check me. I had locked the door and wanted to have some privacy because I sort of knew someone would try to open the door, but wasn’t trying to be difficult. Brian and my mom both knocked, they all thought I was hiding in there, but I was trying to finish as fast as I could.

Finally I made it out and ran over to the bed, trying to get there so the nurse could check me before the next contraction. She couldn’t feel any cervix and said she though I was complete. Brian and my mom both looked at me and were smiling and saying “good job!” I had known that I was complete or really close already, so wasn’t surprised. It was getting very intense for me at this time and I was really having to focus to get through contractions.

It gets blurry at this point, but they put a monitor on (which was supposed to come off as soon as they got a good read on the baby) and started an IV antibiotic drip because I was strep B positive. I had thought I would really hate the IV, but I was so in my own world I barely noticed. Again, the IV was supposed to be in for 20 minutes and then I could move around freely. My doula arrived and came over and tried to get my attention and talk me through a few contractions. Brian was pushing on my back and both of them helped a lot to keep me focused. At some point the midwife arrived and I managed a weak “hello.” The contractions were right on top of each other. She asked Brian if we had done anything to start labor, since it was coming on so fast (we hadn’t). Someone brought up that we should call the waterbirth place and get the tub in here. I said there was no way there was time and not to call. Anyway, the way things ended up going we couldn’t have used the tub even if there had been time….

During contractions the nurses and my doula and Brian and my mom were talking me through them, moaning along with me at times and doing what they could to help me be comfortable still strapped to the monitor and the IV. I became aware slowly that I could not hear the baby’s heart beat during contractions. The midwife announced she was going to have to switch to an internal monitor because the baby’s heart rate was dropping a lot during contractions and since I wasn’t pushing yet she was worried about him. I said “nooo” but mostly because I was afraid that was coming, not because I meant no we can’t do it. My doula asked me if I wanted time to think about it. I said no, because I was worried about the baby. My contractions were so close together that she had to put the monitor in during one and it was horrible. She told me I needed to start pushing because we needed to get him out. She apologized that we were needing to deviate so much from our birth plan (we specifically had intermittent monitoring and mother directed pushing included). I didn’t care at that point, I just wanted the baby out and safe and not to end up with a c-section. Luckily, I started feeling the urge to push right at that moment and she encouraged me to push hard and helped me direct it. Her strategy was get the baby out as soon as possible.

I became aware that there was a strange man in the room who was wearing normal clothes. I could have cared less at that point, but the midwife saw me notice him and explained she had called for back-up because of the heart rate issue (his heart rate was seriously dropping during contractions and went down as low as 50 and was at 70 for 7 minutes). I wanted to kill this doctor at the time, but he probably saved me from an emergency c-section and possibly saved the baby’s life by making me stop pushing through 7-8 contractions and blow through them and take deep breaths through an oxygen mask. I also had to lie on my side and my doula held my leg up and this position helped the baby’s heartbeat, so the doctor wouldn’t let me change positions. Not pushing was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I wouldn’t describe the contractions as painful (that’s the wrong word, it isn’t pain, but it is totally overwhelming), but extremely intense and it took everything I had not to push. The doctor decided he needed to change internal monitors for some reason and I about lost it, I was screaming and crying because he had to do it through a really intense contraction while I was lying on my back, it was the worst moment of the whole labor. I think the Hypnobabies helped keep me calm and focused through most of this though, and allowed me to breathe and do what I needed to do to help my baby.

Good news was the baby’s heart rate went back up. Finally the doctor gave the go-ahead for me to push again and it was the best news I’d heard all day. I pushed through one contraction and realized I was not pushing effectively (again, I think it was the Hypnobabies that helped me have the presence of mind to realize this) and on the next and last contraction I really directed my pushing, and felt his head pop out. It burned a little, but really not bad at all, nowhere near what I expected. The contraction ended and I kept pushing because I wanted it to be over. His body slid right out and I felt instantaneous relief. I was kind of afraid I was wrong and he wasn’t really out yet, but I heard everyone oohing and aahing so I knew he was out. I couldn’t see him because I was on my side facing the inside of the bed. My mom said “oh, he’s cute, Maggie!” It took me a second to come out of my daze and roll over so I could see him. Even though he had been in such distress for part of the labor, he came out pink and cried immediately. His apgars were 9 and 10. I still had my sweatshirt on because I hadn’t been able to get it off between contractions because they were so close together, so they put him on my belly instead of my chest and I reached down and held his slimy warm body. I saw he had a full head of dark hair. I was still really out of it and just stared down at him, I don’t think I even said anything. I vaguely remember Brian cutting the cord and the midwife saying the placenta was right there and ready to come out if I pushed. Pushing sounded awful at that moment and I said “oh, no, I forgot about the placenta!” A nurse said “it just slides out like a fish, it’s easy.” I remembered watching a video where a woman coughed out her placenta, so I coughed a couple times and the placenta came out. Such relief! I was done! They dimmed the lights (OK, back to the birth plan!) and things really calmed down after that. The room cleared out and they gave us time to ourselves to bond.

The nurses helped me take my sweatshirt off so I could put him on my chest. I don’t remember him nursing, but there is a picture to prove he did, and I am smiling at the camera. I was so dazed!

I did tear a little because of how quickly he came out at the end (the midwife did what she could with massaging my perineum and trying to ease him out, but he had other plans). I had to have a few stitches, but not too bad.

Not exactly the birth I had imagined, but still an amazing experience and I did it with no medication. And I got to transition so quickly and easily and painlessly, and I have to credit Hypnobabies as well as prenatal yoga for that part.

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Joseph Michael QCT (MommyQCT)
1/24/2009 (EDD 1/25/09)
8lbs 1oz ~ 21 inches

We the story is not too exciting b/c it was a scheduled C-section – sorry it turned out to be pretty long b/c I can remember every single detail.

I got no sleep the night before mostly because I could not have any food or water after midnight and if I laid down I would get bad heartburn and I know I could not have any water or Tums, so I just sat up in bed and read until 5am. DH and I were so excited to get ready to go the hospital and even video taped each other last minute packing and getting dressed.

He got there at 6am on the dot – we were supposed to go to admitting, but no one was there yet so we went straight to labor and delivery where we were immediately checked in, changed into gown, hooked up to monitors, asked a million questions, etc…. I thought we would be waiting around a while since the surgery was not until 8am, but it really happened pretty fast and it was 7:30am before I know it. The monitor said I was contracting the whole time (even though I did not feel any of them) – Dr. said they were coming every 6 minutes and if we had not scheduled the section for that day – it still would have been born that day!

I was not nervous at all until I walked into the operating room and got on the table – then I was shaking and realized – OMG, I AM HAVING SURGERY! – I was freaking until I was laying there and heard my husbands voice and I said “I hear my husband” and he came to my side and held my hand and even though I could see the sweet on his forehead and he was white as a ghost (he is very squeamish) I was instantly comforted.
So surgery began at 8:27am, and then 5 minutes later the Dr. told Chris, stand up if you want to see, baby is coming now. I did not think he would, but he stood up…then after A LOT of pushing (about 3 minutes - Dr. had to push the baby out with the elbows) I hear the first cry and I was excited…but did not understand why no one was telling me if it was a boy or a girl ( I mean I had waited 40 weeks for this moment)…He cried for a while until the baby finished being pushed out and DH just saw his back/ bottom and then Dr. turned the baby over and Chris screamed…IT’S A BOY!!!.... He and I instantly started to cry (something I have only seen him do one other time in 10 years). I will never forget the look on his face when he screamed it’s a boy – it was the best moment of his like (mine also).

They showed him to me very quickly and then took him away…did not realize until later than Chris did not get a chance to cut the cord. Baby was “retracting” not to sure what this meant but they put a tube down his throat and he was fine a few minutes later.
I got finished being put back together and my squeamish husband watched the whole thing – he said to me – your organs are on your belly, Dr. then proceeded to give him an anatomy lesson showing him my ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus etc…
Then I went into recovery for about two hours and could not wait to see my baby. The whole time my stupid step mother kept trying to sneak a peak at the baby or me in recovery room even though nurses kept telling them no visitors. When I was finally wheeled into my room – I was followed by my dad, step mom, sister, my mom, and my inlaws… which was weird b/c I was still a little out of it, still had not seen my baby and everyone was telling me about him – so I was kind of pissed, that was my fear with the whole c-section process. They all wanted to knows his name but I had not seen him yet. So FINALLY they brought my little angel to me – everyone left the room so Chris and I could have a moment with our son, but my stupid step mother watched from the door way!!!!! Taking pictures (BTW – I don’t really like her to begin with)….

It was not until about 6pm that we got about 1 minute alone before all the night time visitors came – we finally decided on the name Joseph Michael. By 6:15pm we had about 20 people in our room and flowing into the hallway – pretty much both visiting hours for the next few days were like that. I know it sounds mean but I really wish I had more alone quiet time in the hospital. I did not get to try breastfeeding until late that night which is why I think it took 4 – 5 days for my milk to come in.

Also late the first night the nurse wanted me to get out of bed and sit in a chair – I had a tube in my vagina to drain my bladder but when I stood up I thought it fell out b/c I felt warm pee flowing onto the floor – but it was BLOOD. I knew there was bleeding, but GOSH it almost made me pass out to see that much – and for DH to see it also. I was NOT prepared for that AT ALL!

Breastfeeding was hard at first but as soon as my milk came it has been a lot easier and I am really enjoying it.

I think that is about it – Chris and I are so in love with him and are so happy. Chris is already dreading going back to work on 2/9.

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Natalie Rose (Muddee)
1/25/2009 (EDD 2/10/2009)
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5lbs 5oz ~ 19 inches

Wednesday January 21

I got up and there was blood in my mucus, I spent the morning in L&D and at the end of the day was told I had lost my mucus plug and to come in Sunday morning for another exam at the hospital with my OB. All bleeding cleared up by Thursday morning.

Sunday January 25

10:00 AM - I showed up at the hospital and checked in, they promptly sent me to a birthing room and told me to change into the hospital robes then hooked me up to monitors. Baby was sounding great, I was not contracting but my blood pressure which was high for the past 6 weeks sky rocketed 150/105. Two things would be done to get my BP in check, first I was given heart medicine and second my water would be broken so I could have the baby and get my BP in control.

1:00 PM - My doctor was very busy so it took him till this time to break my water, he determined that I was 3cm and 25% effaced. I was then instructed to walk around to try and start labor, during 3 hours of walking I started having alot of contractions close together, I couldn't walk one circle of the hall without having to stop. I was getting tired.

4:00 PM - I laid down for a bit and got something light to eat, I was feeling horrible. All contractions stopped, so I decided it was time to walk some more, I walked for another hour but couldn't do it anymore, and the contractions weren't coming back.

5:00 PM - I was checked again, still 3cm but I was now 75% effaced, I really felt like I wasn't progressing, and I was really tired of walking. My doctor and I determined that I would be given pitocin to speed things up but he had to attend another delivery first.

8:00 PM - My nurse, started setting everything up, filled out paperwork and went over protocols, checking to see if I wanted any drugs, we decided to play it by ear, as things progressed.

9:00 PM - Pitocin was started, and almost instantly it started working I was feeling contractions, every one hurt pretty bad, but they got worse as the hour wore on.

9:45 PM - I was asking for a Demerol, so the nurse checked me I was 5cm and fully effaced, I couldn't have any drugs because I would be delivering soon, so the doctor recommended Nitrixoxide. Didn't like the hazy feeling it left me with for a few moments but it helped me through the pain.

10:00 PM - I felt alot of pressure in my vaginal region, and sure enough I was fully dialated! The doctors and nurses rushed about getting everything ready.

10:15 PM - After two good pushes, my baby girl Natalie entered the world.

Natalie Rose - Shortly after birth

Mom & Baby - Shortly after birth

Dana (DD1) & Natalie (DD2) - One day after birth

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Well I've finally decided to sit down and type up the story of Liam's Birth:

As some of you may recall I was starting to head towards Preeclamsia so the drs decided an induction was the best route for us before it got to that point.

So after my 24 hour urine drop, the dr called me at 3:30 Wednesday and said he'd meet me at the hospital at 6:30am to break my water the next day. I was exactly 38 weeks.

Once we arrived at the hospital bright and early the dr finally got there around 7, which was perfect timing because the nurse got my IV in and all the questioning done.

He broke my water which was nice and clear and checked me, I was having minor contractions and they started the pitocin at 2. I was still between 2-3 and about 90% effaced.

I have to add that the water breaking was TOTALLY not what I was expecting. I was expecting ONE gush and that'd be it. Little did I know that I'd have to lay there with the water coming out in small and big gushes with any movement--big or small. The nurse had to constantly change the pad and sheets under me. It was GROSS.:puke2: Definitely the worst of the induction.:confused:

At around 10:30 I got the epidural (which I was deathly afraid of due to a bad experience with a spinal tap I had a few years back). The epidural went in smoothly. While it took awhile for me to get to that "feel great" stage, the pressure was much better than the pain and it was very tolerable.

Things continued to progress at the same pace, every thing was good.

Around 4, I was 8cm and a thin lip of cervix was there, my dr and nurse kept coming in and whispering and leaving and coming back.

I didn't know what was happening so I finally asked the nurse. She said the babies heart rate was decelarrating and instead of coming right back after the contraction was over it was staying low (70s-80s) for a minute or two. The drs said the baby wasn't tolerating the labor and an emergency c-section must be done.

I was crying. A c-section was my worst fear. I wanted my dh and my mom to experience the birth and with a c-section they wouldn't be able to. I know it was selfish, but I just felt robbed of the whole birthing experience, first being induced and second now a c-section.

So they took out the internal monitors (heart rate and contractions) and I got the stronger epi for the c-section. Every thing else was disconnected and as I was being wheeled out (literally) I heard my drs arguing in the hallway with another man. I asked the nurse what was going on and she said my dr booked the OR but another dr said his case was more severe.

A few mins later the dr came in and explained since my LOs heart rate stablized after the pitocin was pulled he went ahead and let the other lady go ahead of me. It was supposed to be 25 minutes and ended up being an hour. When the dr came in to say it was time I asked him to check me again just in case because I was feeling a lot more pressure. He did, and sure enough the baby had dropped from -2 station to 0 so I was almost ready, plus I was a good 9cm. They agreed to start the pitocin again and see what happened but warned me if the heart rate dropped it would be no option, a c-section would be done STAT.

At this time it had been two and a half hours since the c-section epi had been placed and it was wearing off fast. I was feeling every contraction. They put in another order for the anethes. While I was waiting for her to come back up, I felt this urge to use the bathroom. I was literally convinced I had to go #2. I know this is a common sign of labor, but I didn't go the bathroom before my induction or the day before (nerves!) and was convinced I just REALLY had to go to the bathroom. The nurses wouldn't give me a bed pan and just said GO we'll change you if needed but we're sure it's the baby. I wasn't convinced and started to just try to go and the nurses said see it was just the pressure of the baby. So at 7pm, I began to push. At 7:15 the nurse said she'd call the dr that I was beginning to crown. She said he was 5 mins away and would be here and ready within 10 mins. LORD was this horrible. She stopped me from pusing and it was torture. I just wanted, no I NEEDED, I HAD to push!!!!! But the nurse wouldn't let me. At 7:40 the dr walked in and I screamed (well said loudly), "I'm pushing NOW." He laughed and told me to have at it. I pushed with the next contraction (forgot to mention, I never did get another dose of epi so I was feeling it ALL). And as the dr was suiting and scrubbing up, all of a sudden I felt a release of pressure and my dh hit the dr on his arm yelling, "Hey his head's coming out, he's gonna fall out". The dr. laughed, turned around and I pushed one last time and out he came.

I don't think the dr. thought my DH was literally speaking, but I guess he was because according to my mom and DH it was like as soon as the dr put his hands up I pushed and my baby was out. Amazing.

SO, that's the birth story...

Liam Preston
5lbs 7oz
17 3/4 inches (hospital measured him at 18.5 but ped. measured him at that and I did too)
APGAR 8, 9, 10 (yayy!)

Just born-

My baby burrito

My first good look, don't mind the tears---

Getting ready to go home--didn't like all the clothes he had to wear, lol

Carride home-

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[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]Logan John (TalkingBabies)
Born @ 41 weeks, 1 day on 01/26/09 (EDD was 01/18/09) at 8:53 p.m.
9.6 pounds, 20 inches

Logan born via cesarean section on Monday, January 26th at 8:53 p.m. He was 9.6 pounds and 20 inches long. It was the most amazing moment when the doctor yelled out ‘it’s a boy!’ And of course I cried my eyes out. I was so happy he was out and safe! They quickly brought him over to be so I could give him a kiss and then they whisked him away. I did not see him for another 4 hours.

So, let me go back to the beginning and tell you about our interesting labor and delivery. I will tell you now that if you get queasy with surgery stories, stop here! It is not really bad, but I wanted to warn you. Since

Logan overdue by one week (he was 41 weeks), we scheduled an induction. I arrived at the hospital on Sunday night and was started on medication to induce labor. At 8:30 Monday morning the doctor broke my water (ouch). I labored (with terrible back labor) for several hours before requesting an epidural. Once I got the epidural, it was sweet relief! Unfortunately, that sweet relief wore off on the left side. I am not sure why, but the anesthesiologist had a lot of difficulty numbing my left side. I was slightly numb, but not completely. I was also very nauseous.

At 6 pm and having sloooooowly progressed to 5-6 cm, there was not much hope of progressing further. That is when we had the c-section discussion with the doctor. It seemed like it would be the best thing to do because the back pf


’s head was stuck in my cervix and was getting squeezed like ‘toothpaste through the tube’ because my cervix was not dilating quickly enough. The doctor felt that we would not progress any faster and the baby’s head would get continually squeezed. So we went with the c-section. It ended up being a great decision since

Logan posterior and so big.

So they quickly prepped me for surgery and everything starting to happen so fast. I was exhausted, having been up and in labor for 24 hours. I cried a bit, having been disappointed to not get the vaginal birth I had hoped for, but I just wanted


out and safe!

The surgery was fairly traumatic for me though. Because the epidural wasn’t working well on my left side, I felt a lot of the surgery. I was numb but not completely on that side. As the doctors talked about cars and such while I lay there with Greg by my side, it was just too surreal of an experience. I heard the doctor say that my ‘anatomy’ was small and this was a big baby. So they had to pull and stretch and it took a little longer to get him out. He came out screaming and with his arms and legs spread wide open. His apgar scores were 9/9. By the time the surgery had ended I had lost a lot of blood in the process and started dry heaving on the operating table. That was NOT fun and very scary.

I was wheeled to a recovery room where I spent the next 3 hours. Because of the blood loss they had to monitor me for a while. I told Greg to stay with


and so he kept coming back to my room to show me video of our little boy. I finally made it to my room at 1 am and was able to be with

LoganIt was heaven to FINALLY hold, kiss and snuggle with my boy. Greg and Logan roomed-in with me at the hospital for the next 4 days. Greg was my rock. He did (and is continuing to do) everything for

Logan changing his diaper, soothing him and carrying him over to me for feedings. He has also played guitar for him quite a few times! It was so wonderful getting to know our little boy over the past few days. He looks like an angel when he sleeps. He also has a funny grumpy face that I just can’t get enough of!

In the past day my milk has come in, and we have seen a dramatic change in

LoganHe is much more satisfied with feedings (obviously since now he is getting really full) and is sleeping very well. He is also more alert and very inquisitive. He stares at our faces, follows our voice and looks at pictures and objects we hold up in front of him. He is just too darn adorable, and definitely the light of our lives. We can’t believe we created this little guy!

Well, that is


’s birth story. I love him with every ounce of me!

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Tanner Michael
Birthday: January 15, 2009 @ 2:00 pm
Weight: 8 lbs, 10 oz
Height: 22 inches

Birth story and pictures coming soon ...

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Kilynn Cooper
Born January 22nd, 12:31pm
@28wks 5days
7lbs 1oz
19.5 inch long

So, it wasn't too exciting of a birth, but I'm not sure what else could have happened outside of the birth that would have made this day better!

I started having contractions Wednesday night, Jan 21st, after I got off the treadmill about 9:30pm. I walked hard for 1 hour, so I guess it did help. I started timing the contractions at 10:30. They were lasting 45-50 sec, and comming every 3-5min. At 2am, we decided to head into the L&D. We had to be escorted in cause of the hour.

When we came in, I swear to god, The lady at the counter took an annoyed look at us and asked, in a very short tone, "Can I help you?"
DH, just looked at her and said, "Nope, just came in to hang around and check this place out." HAHAHA.

So, we were brought back to get checked out, and the Fire Alarms went off!!!! So the whole floor was on lock down. Even if I wasn't going to be admitted, I wouldn't have been able to leave. It was crazy! Just was steam that set off the alarm - In the room we were in getting checked out! I knew I was hot, but wow, that was good.

So, My contractions pretty much died off about 5am. Nurse said that I can go for it, or just go home. I told her NO WAY, I came here to have a baby.

Another thing that happened: As my feet were in the stirrups, and I was showing my goods to the world, Some random woman came walking in. She stands there staring, and says, "You're not Jessica." Um, no. Thank you. Can you leave now. The nurse told her she had to talk to the desk and can't just walk into rooms. The Dr was appologizing to me, but I think that woman was more traumatized than I was. I mean, how many people today have seen my glory anyway?

Pitocin was started at 5:45am. I was 3 cm dilated
Epidural was put in at 9am -still at about 3cm dilated
Broke my water at about 10:30 -almost 4cm dilated
Check at 11am - 5cm dilated
Born at 12:31

Here are some pics.

This is me right before I gave birth.

BTW - After her bath, she decided to nurse. She latched on so great, and nursed for about half an hour!!!!:yahoo:

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Lyla Mavis (MinneMa)
Born @ 40 weeks on her due date Jan 27, 2009 at 12:06 am
8 lbs. 8 oz. 20 inches

We left the house Monday (Jan 26) after finally getting the call that they had a place for us. We got to the hospital around 11:30 and I was in a gown hooked up to an IV with fluids and pitocin by noon. At 12:30, the doctor stopped by and checked to see how things were going. I was only about 2 and a half centimeters, but he said he would break my water while I was there to get things going.

After he broke my water things progressed, though slowly. I could definitely feel that it had worked and was in a fair amount of pain a couple hours later. When the nurse asked where I was on the pain scale, I said a four (5 = makes you cry, 10 = going to die). She offered me some lavender aromatherapy and by the time she got back into the room with it I told her to call the anesthesiologist cause I was ready for the epidural. Getting the epidural hurt just as bad as the contractions, but once it was in I felt better almost immediately. My contractions were in the 30s on the monitor then. Thank God I didn't have to feel them when they were in the 70s.

My body was responding to the pitocin, but the contractions weren't getting stronger and were inconsistent. When they checked me around 3:30 I was only about 3-4 centimeters dilated, so they turned up the pitocin. It worked, but then I was contracting too often and they had to dial it back. After several hours of this, I was dilated to a 6-7 around 8 pm. They upped the medicine just a little bit and must have found a happy medium because I had steady contractions that, though not strong, had helped me dilate to 10 by about 9:45 pm. By this time, I had enough epidural in me to numb my entire lower half.

I started pushing while still fully numb at 10 pm. It was way harder than I ever thought it would be and even though I couldn't feel anything, it was totally draining physically and emotionally. I decided to have them turn off the epi at 11 after I wan't making as much progress and I thought. Even then I couldn't really feel much. They offered me a mirror to watch as a I pushed and I finally gave in and asked for it thinking it would help me to see what was going on. I guess it sort of did looking back, but at the time, it was mostly just really gross ... especially when I asked it if was a magnifying mirror and they said no.

The doctor was called in at about 11:45. He helped me through some more pushes and said I was making good progress. Close to midnight he did an internal exam and said my pelvis would accommodate her and that her head was in the right position and not getting stuck on anything. He said I could go ahead and keep pushing on my own or that he could try the suction to get her past that point since he could see I was exhausted. Either way, if I couldn't get her out, we would "discuss other options" (he said this to DH too since it would have been a big decision to have a C-section). My MIL had told me earlier not to do suction, but given she was so close and I didn't want a major surgery, I opted for suction first. One contraction and three pushes later, our little girl was born. He only suctioned for one push (less than a minute) and she came right out. It was definitely the right decision for us.

And then there was our amazing baby on my chest! DH cut the cord and followed her to the warmer with the nurse while I got stitched up (nothing too bad). Next thing I know she's mostly cleaned up and laying there on my chest. Amazing!

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I posted my birthstory but I'm left off the stats post on page one

Liam Preston
Jan. 15, 2009 (38 weeks exactly)
5lbs 7oz 17 3/4 inches

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Savanna June

Savanna June (les27)
Born January 29, 2009 @ 8:52 PM (due January 22)
8 lbs 1 oz and 21 inches long

On Wednesday January 28th, we went into the hospital to have the Cervadil inserted...we got there at about 7:10 PM. My doctor had been out of town for almost a week, and had just gotten back into town that afternoon. He called the hospital at about 8 to see if I had had my baby while he was gone, and when they told him that no I was there to get induced he headed right in. He checked me before he did anything, and I was the same as I was at my appointment the Friday before (1 cm, 50% effaced, and still high up there). He gave me a Bishop score of 5. He inserted the Cervadil at about 9:30 PM. I was already having contractions before this, but they gained in strength after he inserted it. I wasn't in pain, but I was definitely VERY uncomfortable all night. I slept for MAYBE 2 hours that night. I kept having to get up to go pee, and of course I had to have the nurse come unhook me a gazillion times.

Dr. Brown checked me the next morning around 9:45 AM. I was 2 cm, 60% effaced and -2 station....Bishop score of 8 (he wanted me at a 10). Since I wasn't quite where he wanted me in order to start the Pit, he inserted a Foley catheter balloon against my cervix, this is supposed to do the same thing that Cervadil does, but it works faster. Oh man, the instant he put that thing in, I was in so much pain. I immediately started feeling sick, and the contractions got A LOT more intense. He told me that the balloon will fall out on its own when it was done doing it's work....it did at 11:00 AM when I had to go to the bathroom....I was still having intense contractions, but they weren't as uncomfortable as they were with the balloon up there. The doctor checked me and I was at 4 cm, and I was still having intense good contractions, so they decided to hold off on the pit and see what my body did. I told them I wanted the epi........and then I vomited. My dh almost vomited right along with me, but he didn't.

I then found out that my older sister was coming down to be with me while I was in labor (my dh was there, but he isn't very good about distracting me). When she got there, we played card games for hours. She was VERY good at distracting me! She'd also given birth 4 times so she knew what was going on with me, and was very helpful.

Epi was placed at about 1 pm.....YEA!!! CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING!! I told the anesthesiologist that he was my hero of the day. The nurse checked me again at about 2:45 PM and I was 5-6 cm, -1 station. The doctor then came to check me to make sure it was the same as the nurse, and he said I was really just barely a 5. He then broke my water and it had a staining of meconium.

Checked again at 4:00 PM, and was still at 5 cm, -1 station......they started the pit on a low level. 5:30 PM I was checked again, still at 5 cm, 90% effaced, 0 station. They upped the pit.

6:45 PM was checked again, and I was at 7 cm (Yea! finally some progress!), 100% effaced, +1 station. I still couldn't feel a thing! I felt so good!!!

7:45 PM I was complete. I had to wear an oxygen mask the whole time I was pushing, because her heartrate was all over the place. The doctor and nurse kept telling me I was such a good pusher - they were so encouraging. my dh was awesome, he was helping me pull my back and neck up when I was pushing. I was holding my own legs, and the nurse was helping me with one of them. I pushed for a little under an hour, and she finally came out at 8:52 PM. I immediately started crying when I saw her she was so beautiful. I had waited so long to be a mommy, and I could not believe the she was all mine. Her apgars were 7 & 9. I had a 2nd degree tear. I didn't feel a thing until just after the dr was done stitching me up.....oh man, then I was hurting! The doctor then wanted to examine Savanna.....and while he was, she pooed all over him! The nurse had to take her to get a bath (which normally doesn't happen until they are about 4 hours old), and then she had to go under the warmer because of that. They finally brought her to me and I nursed her again. (I nursed her in the delivery room, but I don't remember when....it was kind of a blur....my sister helped me nurse her the first time).

The next few days were a little rough on me....my body didn't like the after effects of the epi, but I was in heaven taking care of my little girl. She was a great nurser right from the start (and still is!)

I was so scared that I would end up with a c-sec (from hearing so many stories about inductions ending up in c-sec)....I am so glad that the induction went so smoothly for me, and that I got the vag birth that I wanted!

I took her to her 2 week appt and she was already up to 9 lbs! It's now been 2 weeks since that appt, so I'm sure she's more than that. She is looking more and more like her daddy every day.

I will post some pics later.

Thanks for reading!

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Birth Story of Payton Amanda: January 9th, 2009

Sorry it has taken me so long to post; I have been sooo busy!! So...Here it is!!!!

January 8th, the day before my due date, I woke up with a little bit of blood, so I knew it was coming. We got ready, and I made sure we had everything packed, and so on...Then I just waited. Nothing happened til about 2:00 p.m. I had my first contraction; It was VERY mild; In fact, I wasen't even sure it was a contraction at first. They were coming about every 45 min-an hour, and not strong at all. Then, at around 5:00 p.m., they started coming about every 20 min. but still very mild. All the way up to around 9:00 p.m., still every 20 min. but getting a tad bit stronger. So at about 11:00 p.m., I decieded to go lay down for a while, thinking I better get my rest, that it would probably pick up sometime in the middle of the night. Well as soon as I layed down, they went to every 7 min. so I waited about a 1/2 hour, then got up, got my husband from the garage where he was playing video games, and called my father-in-law to come over to stay with Ashlyn while we were at the birthing center. He came over about 12:15 a.m., and we were just hanging out, I was walking around, getting things ready, having contractions still every 7 min. But they weren't too bad. We thought we had some time before calling our midwife, so we were just trying to stay calm. Then all of a sudden I had a really bad one, just sent me almost to the floor, I thought I was going to throw up, so I headed back to the bed with Travess (My DH) I had a couple more really bad ones, then from my waist down I started shaking uncontrolably in between contactions, I couldn't relaxe; It was terrible. I was pretty scared. Then, my contactions jumped to every 2 min. after about 4 of these, my DH was like, "Katie, I think we need to leave NOW" I hadn't called our midwife yet, so I crawled to the bathroom and called her. She heard my voice, and told me she didn't think I was going to make it, and that I should just go straight to the hospital. I was mad, because I really didn't want to go to the hospital, so we were trying to deciede what to do, when I had the worst contraction yet, threw the phone at my husband, screamed "I HAVE TO PUSH!!!" And just started to push. I was uncontrolable, like my body was doing the pushing itself, and I HAD to push. My DH picked up the phone, said "She says she has to push. Should I call an ambulance??" And the midwife said "Uhh......YES!" So he called an ambulance, meanwhile I am screaming in agony, trying to get my pants off because I can feel her coming out. My DH is running around the house like a madman, and when the ambulance got hear, he ran out of the house screaming "HURRY!! SHES CROWNING!!" Soo funny! I woke up my daughter screaming so loud, and she came running in the room screaming "Mommy mommy!!" My DH picked her up and took her out in the living room with my FIL, and then came back with me; He finally took my pants off, and Payton was crowning!!! It took the ambulance about 10 minutes to get there, and suddenly I have 8 dudes standing my my bedroom...It was crazy!! But I so didn't care at the moment, I was in so much pain, I think just because it happened so fast, My body was in shock; 2 pushes later, and she was out!! Right there on the bed!! My DH brought Ashlyn in to see her new baby sister, and made sure she was I was o.k., I was just crying. It was so intense. I had my DH call my mom, and soon they put me on a strecher and carried me out; I delivered the placenta in our hallway! I got to hold the baby all the way to the hospital, so I was happy. The hospital sucked, but we were home 19 hours later; She weighed 7 lbs. 3 oz. was 20 inches long, born at 1:36 a.m. ON MY DUE DATE!!
I had tested positive for group B strep, so the hospital wanted to keep her for 36 hours, but after 19 we were released, because she seemed fine; I was a little dissapointed that I didn't get to have her at the birthing center where I had my daughter, but it is a hell of a story, one we will definately never forget!! She is such a good baby, I am doing really good too; Alot easier with the 2 then I thought it was going to be; Ashlyn is adjusting well, Payton is nursing well, and we are so happy. But I am not sure we are going to have anymore; The first thing that popped into my head when she came out was 'I am never going through this again!!' And I kinda meant it; So we will see. My DH might not get his boy he always wanted, But he has 2 beautiful girls now to drive him crazy!! Smile So that is it, hear are lots of pics. (Obviously I have no pics. from right after she was born; Just at the hospital and afterward) and thanks for reading!!!!!







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Kamryn Born 01-06-09

I went in to my OB office for my weekly check up and ultrasound at 37 weeks. Since I've been known to have a 9lb baby, and it was a tight squeeze for me, they checked her weight. She weighed in at 8.13 lbs. They scheduled my induction for 39 weeks. I went in on January 6th at 5:30a.m. to have Kamryn at Lexington Medical Center. They sent me to one of the brand new suites to deliver. Around 7a.m. after all the paperwork they started me on pitocin. At around 11a.m. I was 3-4c.m. dilated. They then gave me an Epidural. They rushed b/c there were so many women in labor that they felt that if I didn't get it in time that I wouldn't get it. Well, low and behold I had a 20 hour labor with my first, I would not have a fast labor this time. Around 5p.m. I was 7-8 cm dilated and they gave me another Epidural. Around 9:12 p.m. she was born. They said that she was in an odd position that would have made it hard to contract on my own. I had such a high level of pitocin that they had to continue it afterward so that I wouldn't just have a huge bleed out. Kamryn Isabella weighed in at 8lbs 15o.z. and 20 inches long. I had a really quick recovery and really got to enjoy this pregnancy a lot more this go around.

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though i did write up Ellie's birth story right after she was born, i want to have it saved on this thread, with me remembering different things now that it was almost 4 months ago.

at almost 37 weeks i was scheduled for an u/s, routine i guess for my OB's office, and i decided to see the MW instead even though i had often seen only one of the Dr's because of scheduling. i always felt like i was getting rubber stamped on my forehead, and i wasnt sure thats how i wanted my labor to go. Sad they reccomend you meet all the Dr's so you know whichever one is on duty the day you deliver. the U/s tech confimred that Ellie was a girl for me, then gave me her measurements. Dh guessed she'd be bigger than 6 lb 8 oz. i guessed 6lb 2 oz. she weighed 7 lb 12 oz and was measuring 39w6d at 36w5d.

i realized i would not be making it to my due date at this point. then the MW talked to me, went over a few things and warned me that my usual DR would probably have been scheduling me for a C-secion becaus of her size, and i trusted her, she's worked with him for 20 years. Then she asked if wanted to be checked, and i said yes. totally not even uncomfortable, the lady was awesome, and she said "well, you are 3-4 and 80% dilated" and i just about fell off the table. she wasnt even sure i'd make it to my next appointment, but almost guarenteed i would not make it 2 weeks. smart lady, i didnt make it that long, but i did make it to my next appointment the next week.

2 days later DH and i DTD, becausei told him we could at 37 weeks because she was officially full term (he'd been cut off for a month because it was uncomfortable and i didnt want to freaking deal with it anymore) had mild contracions that at first just felt like cramps and backpain but kinda started coming in waves at that point.then it stopped. we went to sleep. DTD again that sunday, no contrax. spent the night wandering wal-mart because i couldnt sleep and neither could DH. got sick of walking my kitchen.

at the next appointment i saw a different Dr, he was pretty cool, hes on my good list for my next pregnancy... whenever that is. checked me said i was at a solid 4, and i quote "you cant stay dilated forever!" and he was pretty sure i wouldnt make it a week. i didnt. the next night DH and i DTD and started some contracions. was just sore/uncomfortable right after but soon they were coming in waves and getting pretty regular. DH started timing them. i baked a cherry chip cake. then i frosted it. managed to eat some of the trimmings, last thing i ate until after Ellie was born.

at about 10 i looked at my log, realized they were 4-5 minutes apart and nearly a minute long each and i wasnt doing anything except laying in bed anymore, so DH told me to call the hospital. i did. the Dr i usually saw and wish i hadnt was on duty, told me to go in. so i did. sat in the ER waiting room for 10 minutes while they sent a nurse down for me. she was very nice, and i rode up in the elavator even though i HATE elavators, DH took the stairs and met me on the OB floor. we got checked in, got a room and i got the most ancient and outdated nurse EVER. UGH. not comfortable when she checked me, still at a 4 and she could not get the contracions on the moniter for sh*t. just kept making me uncomfortable and telling me the contracions were not that bad. witch. :mad: then she told me that the Dr would probably send me home. she called him, and he said for me to stay, best move he made Smile then the nurse got me to take an ambien so i would sleep, even thogh i didnt want it, but i did get some good sleep before she was born at least.

woke up in the morning just before the Dr came by to do rounds, wanted breakfast. was denied :mad: then the Dr came in and checked me, i had gone to 6 and he said he could stretch me to a 7 and wanted to break my water. i didnt really want to but i was stunned that i was at a 6 after my contractions stopped and i slept all night, so we went with it. they broke my water and i sat there for an hour gushing and dripping with ONE contracion the hwole time, making phone calls. my mom didnt work that day and she came right away. my BIL came by for a second and i kicked him out. Dr said if i wasnt progressing my 11 he wanted to start Pit, and i didnt want that so at 10 we started walking the halls, made it around the loop 3 times and the contractions got stronger and closer and longer ... took like an hour. then we went back to my room where my mom was knitting in the corner. tried the ball, tried heat, tried different positions... this is where it starts to BLUR. we kicked my mom out, i was too uncomfortable.

they started me on IV antibiotics for Group B strep.... and i realized later that i thought i was GBS negative.... pretty sure i was.... somebody screwed up. i got a really good student nurse named Ashley. i liked her. lots. then Ellie's heart rate started to dip on the moniter so they gave me some apple juice and that fixed it. woke the kiddo right up then she got the hiccups and the volume was way up and i laughed because they sounded just like hiccups on the outside! went to the bathroom.... started feeling the urge to push from being in that position, told the nurse. told her i wanted drugs. she checked me, told me i was 8-9 and in transition and she'd check but they probably wouldnt give me drugs. she was right. the Dr said 9, with just a lip of cervix left, so dont push yet.

but i wanted to push, at this point there was lots of lay, sit, lay, squat, dont push, rest, the nurse trying to push the cervix back in so her head could engage better... and it ended up only being 2 hrs until she was born and it seems like so much happened, i threw up the apple juice. i chewed ice chips and tried to swallow before the next contracion. i swore, i yelled, i think once i screamed. my mom and sister came to the door 3 times. DH turned them away for me. good boy. DH told me once (repeating the Dr) "try harder" and i must have glared lasers at him because all i heard from ther eon out was "good job" i kept trying not to hold my breath in and strain my neck or jaw because i read not to. bull****. i made almost no progress until i started to do that.

the nurse tied a sheet to the squat bar and i used it for leverage. idk why they took it away for the actual birth. i liked it. i guess it was in the freaking Dr's way... because things have to make him comfortable. (note the heavy sarcasm) anyway, i was pushing, they kept telling me to relax but if i let go of my legs and let them drop the next contraction would start so i had to keep them bent and up. the poor nurse kept trying to move the damn moniter around on my belly to get Ellie's heart rate, it was FINE every time she checked it, and it really annoyed me but i guess thats what she gets paid to do so they dont get sued if the baby gets stuck and is under too much stress. then i get to thinking i'm pretty close, i feel like she has moved down more... its not like there is a ruler taped there to see how far she's at... and the Dr comes in, feels around and asks "have you ever broken your tailbone?" um.... i dont think i have.... but i guess i must have because its kinda kinked the wrong way and they tell me now i have to get Ellie's head AROUND that!
not really what i wanted to hear. then at 1:34 pm (i was born at 1:35 in the afternoon) my mom comes tothe door again and says "you've got one minute" and i really wanted to tell her where she could shove that damn minute... but i just said "if i could do this in one more minute i WOULD!" and i kinda figured i was close but not THAT close. i ripped my gown of at one point. i was HOT.
the Dr comes back in again.... cuz he cant just stay in the room and be helpful or anything... not even sure what he was there for... and says "oh, she's right there" and instead of telling me to rest between contractions, the nurse tells me to hold onto it, take a breath and push again. and i did. my lips went numb i held my breath so hard. they put a receiving blanket on my tummy to get ready to put her there. i got excited. i never got that "ring of fire" feeling i was told to expect, but i could kinda tell when her head came out, because the rest of her followed so quickly. but i was pushing so hard that the rest of her came out TOO fast and her shoulder ended up causing a 2nd degree tear.

they laid her on my belly, and the first thing i though was "she's so heavy" and like a good mommy, i just started helping clean her off with the blanket. that was my instinct. i didnt cry. DH almost did. then he freaks out going to look for a camera.... the nurse takes the baby to dry her off and clean her up... and i feel a poke. "OUCH" well, at least the Dr didnt say "what" he said "you tore, i didnt perform an episiotomy. you TORE" like it wasnt his fault.... and that was just the anesthetic! i didnt feel the poke when he sewed it up, but i did feel the TUG. uuuugghhh.. not a pretty feeling. the nice nurse is mopping up blood from ALLLL over me, i'm trying to remember it getting there... and i'm not insisting on nursing Ellie because i'm getting stitches right now... but DH was back with the camera, taking pics of the baby, the student nurse already had MY camera that DH couldnt find and had taken a dozen pics for me, now everybody is standing outside the door because DH went running to the waiting room for a camera. and i told them they couldnt come in yet, i was going to nurse the baby first.... and maybe put a fresh gown on Wink
the regualr gowns were blue but the nursing gowns are pink Smile
Ellie nursed... not bad for a newborn, she kinda knew what she was doing, more than i did at least, then was kind enough to behave so that DH's grandma could hold her and they had to leave.

*will continue later*

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I finally got around to typing up Eli's Birth Story! I did type it up when he was about 6 weeks old, but it wasn't saved and someone turned off my computer.....so I lost it all! That's why it was so daunting and I kept putting it off! So, here it is.

Sunday, February 8, 2009
41 weeks 2 days

I stayed home from church and decided to get everything ready to go for my scheduled induction the next day. The bags had been packed for over 3 weeks already, except for the last minute things like toiletries, camera, and cell phone. I had a pretty lazy day - considering I was the veritable size of a whale, I excuse myself. That night I went to bed around 10 pm.

Monday, February 9, 2009
41 weeks 3 days

I was woken up at midnight by Ella - for some reason she deemed it appropriate to wake up ready to start her day 8 hours early. She did not want to go back to sleep! When I went in to her room to see what she needed, I didn’t find her drowsy and searching for her soother, as was usually the reason for a night time rousing. She was wide awake, and started calmly at me - like she knew I was going to be induced that day and thought she’d make me extra tired by keeping me up all night! I tucked her in, told her to go back to sleep and returned to bed. At 12:20 am, as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep again and listening to Ella whining away across the hall, my contractions started.

By 2:20 am, Ella was in bed with Chris and I watching TV. The three of us were watching PVR’d episodes of In The Night Garden and Chris was timing my contractions. They were 6 minutes apart, and becoming more painful. The pain was radiating around my left side from the back to the front. We decided to call my mother in law to let her know that she may have to come over to watch Ella before the night was over.

At 2:45 am, Chris put Ella back in her bed and she finally drifted off to sleep. I came downstairs to time my contractions on the computer and let Chris get a bit of sleep in. By 3:15 am, my mother in law arrived (we didn’t tell her to come yet, we had just warned her she may have to make the 30 minute drive soon, but it’s a good thing she did come then!) and my contractions were 4 minutes apart. I started to gather my hospital bags and at 3:40, I woke Chris up. We left for the hospital at 3:52 am and were up in Labor and Delivery by 4:00 am.

I was brought in to the examination room so I could be checked to see if I should be admitted. The Dr. who tried to examine me had really short fingers and couldn’t get an accurate assessment, so she had to call for a nurse (with longer fingers...haha). I was 3 cm dilated, 50-75% effaced and my water was still intact (At my appointment 4 days previously I had been 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced). They decided to admit me as they could tell my contractions were very strong and getting quite close together. Before I went to my room, I soaked in the tub for about 40 minutes.

By 5:15 am I was out of the bath and in my room. My contractions were 2 minutes apart and becoming unbearable for me. They were much stronger than I remember them being with Ella. My legs and feet were tensing up and my toes were curling from the pain. At 5:45 I had the nurse call for the anesthesiologist. The 30 minutes that I waited for him to arrive felt like they lasted hours and the contraction pain got even worse. Finally he arrived at 6:15 am and by 6:30, the epidural was in place. At 7:00 am it was finally effective and I dozed off for about an hour.

At 8:00 am the nurse offered me some grape Jell-o which I greatly enjoyed! She came back with the Dr. when I was finished and did another internal check. At 8:20 am I was 6-7 cm dilated, and my bag of waters was still intact. She broke my water and immediately my contractions became much stronger! The nurse check me again just a few minutes after my water was broken and noted that I felt even more dilated than just minutes before. She turned up my epi a bit for the more intense contractions (not that it helped) and said it shouldn’t be long at all. She told me to let her know when I felt pressure like I wanted to push.

By 9:30 am I was feeling the pressure and urge to push, so the nurse checked me, and I was fully dilated. She had me do a practice push while she was still examining me, and said she could feel the baby move down effectively. They got the room ready for delivery and called the Dr. in. By 9:50 I started pushing - I couldn’t believe that he was already on his way! Labor was going much quicker than with Ella.

With each contraction I pushed 3 times, for about 10 seconds each. From watching my contraction pattern on the monitor, she could see that I was having a good strong contraction followed by a lighter, shorter one. She had me ignore the light contractions and wait for the big ones to do my pushing as I would have more effect during those. After 40 minutes of pushing, the head was finally out! He had lots of dark hair, just like his sister. During the next contraction, I didn’t even have to push his body out, it just slid right out with the contraction in to the Dr.’s hands. She lay him on my chest, all warm and gooey - which is the nicest feeling, strange as it sounds! Baby Boy was born at 10:27 am, weighed 9 lbs 7 oz, and was 22 inches long! Chris cut the cord, and they took baby boy to the warming table to clean and wrap up. When they told me his weight both Chris and I nearly fainted from shock! How on earth I got that huge boy out of me was beyond me! After I delivered the placenta a few minutes later, they gave baby boy to Chris to hold while I was stitched up - I had a second degree tear, but fared much better than with Ella’s delivery!

We remembered how when Ella was born, Chris had said “Wow! She looks like my Dad!”. This time, as we looked at our new baby boy, he said “Wow! He looks like your Dad!”. He looked much different than Ella at birth - he was definitely an Allingham and not a Goetz! It took us a few days to name him, just like with Ella. Finally we decided on Eli Jeremy - I really thought he looked like an Eli, and he took Chris’ middle name.