May 08 - New Arrivals, Birth Stories, and statistics

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May 08 - New Arrivals, Birth Stories, and statistics

updated 8/22/08
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Number of May (or near-May) babies born: 111 Smile
( Number of babies expected: 166 )
:sleepyboy: Boys: 58
:sleepygirl: Girls: 53

   Average: 7 lbs. 9oz (3.4 kg)
   Range: 3lb .07oz to 9lb 11oz (1.4-4.4kg)
   Average: 20" (50.9 cm)
   Range: 17-23" (43-58cm)
Number of Ultrasounds That Were Wrong: 0

Samuel David, 3/18/08 7:22am, 4 lbs 9 oz / 18" (2.07kg / 45.7cm) to doUCDBaby2
Andrew Francis, 3/26/08 11:24pm, 3 lbs .7 oz / 17" (1.38kg / 43.2cm) to BuffaloGal
Rose Marie, 4/12/08 7:56pm, 7 lbs 6 oz / 20.5" (3.35kg / 52cm) to lotsoflove
Ava Noelle, 4/14/08 8:06am, 8 lbs 9 oz / 21" (3.9kg / 53.3cm) to katlady1974
Kalina, 4/17/08 5:00pm, 7 lbs 8 oz / 19" (3.4kg / 48.3cm) to capsfan1
Noah Michael, 4/21/08 7:22pm, 8 lbs 10 oz / 20.25" (3.9kg / 51.4cm) to imuneek
Anusha, 4/22/08 5:13am, 6 lbs 11 oz / 19" (3.03kg / 48.3cm) to collegemamma
Nora Catherine, 4/22/08 1:01pm, 7 lbs 9 oz / 20.5" (3.43kg / 50.1cm) to rinrin
Sarah Cate, 4/23/08 (39w) 4:42pm, 9 lbs 7 oz / ?" (4.3kg / ?cm) to runnergirl
Adelaide Scarlett, 4/24/08 6:05am, 7 lbs 6 oz / 20" (3.35kg / 50.8cm) to loriloo
Baby Boy, 4/24/08 3:30pm, 6 lbs 10 oz / 20" (3.01kg / 50.8cm) to jackie_78
Jackson Arthur James, 4/25/08 6:55pm, 8 lbs 1 oz / 21" (3.7kg / 53.3cm) to CDN_Hopeful
Sydney Pateyn, 4/25/08 ?, 6 lbs 9 oz / ?" (2.98kg / ?cm) to may0508mommy
Jacob Adler, 4/26/08 9:19am, 7 lbs 10 oz / 20" (3.46kg / 50.8cm) to lmorriso
Daniel Jackson, 4/26/08 8:13pm, 7 lbs 11 oz / 19" (3.5kg / 48.3cm) to jooniper
Duncan Vaughn, 4/27/08 12:02pm, 8 lbs 1 oz / ?" (3.7kg / ?cm) to girlgeek
Jenifer Rose, 4/28/08 6:22am, 6 lbs 9 oz / ?" (3.0kg / ?cm) to darkestmoment
Liam Michael, 4/29/08 1:41pm, 6 lbs 4 oz / 19" (2.8kg / 48.3cm) to surpriseontheway
Zoey Sayuri, 4/29/08 2:33pm, 7 lbs 11 oz / 18" (3.49kg / 45.7cm) to shiro
Claire Daisy, 4/30/08 3:41am, 7 lbs 5.5 oz / 21.5" (3.33kg / 54.6cm) to lgibby25
Ellie Marie, 4/30/08 12:51pm, 8 lbs 14 oz / 21" (4.0kg / 53.3cm) to beth317
Colin James, 5/1/08 8:03am, 7 lbs / 21" (3.18kg / 53.3cm) to pooka
Isaiah Rene, 5/1/08 8:55am, 6 lbs 2.5 oz / 19" (2.79kg / 48.3cm) to angelover02740
Owen George, 5/1/08 10:14pm, 8lbs 8oz / 21.5" (3.86kg / 54.6cm) to hoosiermommy
Dominic Michael, 5/1/08 11:53pm, 7lbs 2oz / 19.5" (3.23kg / 49.5cm) to va_army_wife
Brooklyn, 5/1/08, no further information, to britishfrog
John Christopher, 5/2/08 1:25am, 7lbs 1oz / 19.25" (3.2kg / 48.9cm) to sundevil28
Aiden Henry Joseph, 5/2/08, 6:52am, 5lbs 8.5oz / 18" (2.5kg / 45.7cm) to bookboarder
Madison Mycal, 5/2/08 7:47am, 7lbs 7oz / 20.75" (3.37kg / 52.7cm) to gdeveirman
Rachael Ann, 5/2/08 2:28pm, 6lbs 8oz / 19.25" (2.95kg / 48.9cm) to snuffy1680
Jackson Ray, 5/2/08 3:58pm, 8 lbs 11 oz / 20" (3.95kg / 50.8cm) to peachypink
Hannah Grace, 5/3/08 7:15am, 8 lbs 4.6 oz / 20.5" (3.76kg / 52.1cm) to kshiell
Kathryn Elisabeth, 5/3/08 4:46pm, 8 lbs 7 oz / 21.5" (3.83kg / 54.6cm) to baby_vol
Thomas Harlow, 5/5/08, 1:05am, 8 lbs 9 oz / 21" (3.88kg / 53.3cm) to camelnoodle
Alexis Kay, 5/5/08 3:59pm, 6 lbs 9 oz / 18" (2.98kg / 45.7cm) to newmomma
Elliot Walker, 5/5/08 ?, 7 lbs 7 oz / 19" (3.4kg / 48.3cm) to aquabelly
Isabelle Grace, 5/6/08 5:45am, 9 lbs 7 oz / 21.5" (4.28kg / 54.6cm) to anne king
Hayden Matthew, 5/6/08 2:25pm, 8 lbs .5 oz / 20.5" (3.6kg / 52.1cm) to canyonlands
Lillian Diane, 5/6/08 7:41pm, 8 lbs 4 oz / 20" (3.74kg / 50.8cm) to baby_schultz
Joshua Noah, 5/6/08 11:26pm, 5 lbs 14 oz / 21" (2.66kg / 53.3cm) to gehana
Garrett Douglas, 5/7/08 4:19am, ? / ?" (?kg / ?cm) to lisadisa
Joshua James, 5/7/08 8:13am, 7 lbs / 20" (3.18kg / 50.8cm) to yjordan74
Eddie, 5/7/08 6:52pm, 8 lbs 13oz / 21.25" (4.0kg / 54.0cm) to bonjour24
Tristan William, 5/7/08 8:46pm, 7 lbs 12oz / 20" (3.5kg / 50.8cm) to saram2261
Adrian, 5/7/08 10:22pm, 7 lbs 7oz / 21" (3.4kg / 53.3cm) to gabsmommy
Tucker James, 5/7/08, no further information, to c17wife
Madeleine Rose, 5/7/08, no further information, to chikkity
Harris Walker, 5/8/08 9:06a, 8lbs 1oz / 21" (3.7kg / 53.3cm) to alisontehice
Charles Sig, 5/8/08 11:54am, 8lbs 9 oz / 20" (3.9kg / 50.8cm) to dasboogs
Jonathan MacInnes, 5/8/08 4:09pm, 7lbs 10 oz / 20.5" (3.2kg / 50.8cm) to jenj813
Haley, 5/8/08, no further information, to mylittlesquirt79
Sierra, 5/9/08 5:20am, 7lbs 15oz / 19.5" (3.6kg / 49.5cm) to nmpiche
Tori Lynn, 5/9/08 8:11am, 7lbs 7oz / 20" (3.4kg / 50.8cm) to luvablegoofy1
Dominique Elyse, 5/10/08 12:20am, 7lbs / 20" (3.2kg / 50.8cm) to nevadagrl08
Madeline Rose, 5/10/08 10:06pm, 7lbs / 19.75" (3.2kg / 50.2cm) to sunflwrlvr
Ethan Alexander, 5/11/08 7:11pm, 7lbs 13oz / 20.25" (3.5kg / 51.4cm) to wannita
Luke David, 5/12/08 4:44pm, 7lbs 1oz / 19.75" (3.2kg / 50.2cm) to kisterbaby
Logan Reid, 5/12/08 ?, 7lbs 5oz / 21.5" (3.3kg / 54.6cm) to rufluffy
Malorie Elise, 5/13/08 6:43am, 8 lbs / 19" (3.6kg / 48.3cm) to danigrace05
Colton Gray, 5/13/08 7:14am, 8 lbs 13 oz / 20.5" (4.0kg / 52.1cm) to legocat
Abbigail Loise, 5/13/08 8:22am, 7lbs 10oz / 20" (3.5kg / 50.8cm) to more2come
Kayden James, 5/13/08 ?, 8 lbs 12 oz / 19.5" (4.0kg / 49.5cm) to amyhip
Emerald Rose, 5/14/08 12:03pm, 7lb 12oz / 21.5" (3.5kg / 54.6cm) to stercry
Sophia Grace, 5/14/08 2:35pm, 7lb 5oz / 19" (3.3kg / 48.3cm) to ducknjay
Sophie Sue, 5/14/08 ?, 6lb 6oz / 19.5" (2.9kg / 49.5cm) to stacy3boys
Nicholas Zachary, 5/15/08 5:45am, 7lbs 6oz / 20" (3.3kg / 50.8cm) to scarecrow
Jacob David, 5/15/08 1:48pm, 8lbs 7 oz / 21" (3.8kg / 53.3cm) to lablover
Bryce Peter John, 5/15/08 5:25pm, 7lbs 5 oz / 18" (3.3kg / 45.7cm) to a charles
Rylan Michael, 5/16/08 2:08am, 6lbs 9 oz / 19" (3.0kg / 48.3cm) to first_little_angel
Brayden James, 5/16/08 8:37am, 7lbs 13oz / 19.5" (3.5kg / 49.5cm) to christy8391
Adeline Sophia, 5/16/08 11:12am, 9lbs 8.6oz / 21" (4.3kg / 53.3cm) to helivt
Allison, 5/16/08 ?, 8lbs 2oz / 20.5" (3.7kg / 52.1cm) to alli79
Hadley Christine, 5/17/08 3:55am, 7lbs 4oz / 19.6" (3.3kg / 49.8cm) to msjones6102
Lucy Matilda Mary, 5/17/08 8:30am, ? / ?" (?kg / ?cm) to carolinej
Katrina Mary, 5/17/08 8:59pm, 8lb 14oz / 20.5" (4.0kg / 52.1cm) to 22baby
Thomas Joseph, 5/17/08 ?, 6lb 6oz / 20.5" (2.9kg / 52.1cm) to blondiess4u
Elizabeth Anastasia Rose, 5/19/08 5:05am, 6lbs 8oz / 17.5" (2.9kg / 44.5cm) to malenkaya
Audrey Elizabeth, 5/19/08 9:56am, 8lbs 6oz / 18.75" (3.8kg / 47.6cm) to maitlynn
Ian, 5/19/08 12:55pm, 7lbs 15oz / 20" (3.6kg / 50.8cm) to babyzdoll2
Reginald Thomas, 5/20/08 2:23pm, 9lbs 5oz / 21" (4.2kg / 53.3cm) to poodlemom
Cael Ian Everett, 5/21/08 7:25pm, 9lbs / 21.25" (4.1kg / 54.0cm) to beau82
Jayden James, 5/21/08 2:40pm, 6lbs 1oz / 17.5" (2.7kg / 44.5cm) to taramelendez
Jessi Makayla, 5/21/08 10:38pm, 8lbs 7oz / 21.5" (3.8kg / 54.6cm) to frogsquad
Ricky Wayne, 5/21/08 11:53pm, 6lbs 9oz / 19.5" (3.0kg / 49.5cm) to bluefarie
Gabriel Roberto, 5/22/08 3:44am, 7lbs 2oz / 20" (3.2kg / 50.8cm) to shellshell810
Tobias Oliver, 5/22/08 5:05am, ? / ?" (?kg / ?cm) to crackersnchees
Karleigh Marie, 5/22/08 5:35am, 6lbs 9oz / 19" (3.0kg / 48.3cm) to mommy2b2karleigh
Brody William, 5/22/08 6:01pm, 8lbs 2oz / 20.75" (3.7kg / 52.7cm) to msjmommy2b
Hailey Elizabeth, 5/22/08 ?, 8lb 5oz / 20" (3.8kg / 50.8cm) to andreaswords
Adriana Mary, 5/23/08 4:34am, 7lbs 7oz / 20.9" (3.4kg / 53.0cm) to sandralee
Jazilynn Ayva Sheryl, 5/24/08 2:47pm, 7lbs 12oz / 20.5" (3.5kg / 52.1cm) to jaggs
Dominic, 5/25/08 2:20pm, 6lbs 6oz / 18" (2.9kg / 45.7cm) to jenBD
Xander, 5/26/08 7:48am, 8lbs 4oz / 21" (3.7kg / 53.3cm) to letmebenext
Stephanie Jane, 5/27/08 12:29am, 6lbs 7oz / ?" (3.2.9kg / ?cm) to zane73
Vaughn Andrus, 5/28/08 6:24am, 8lb 6oz / 20.5" (3.8kg / 52.1cm) to buckeyemom
Savannah Michelle, 5/28/08 8:21am, 7lbs 13oz / 21.5" (3.5kg / 54.6cm) to rbrooks14332
Anya Isabelle, 5/29/08 4:55am, 7lb 6oz / 19" (3.4kg / 48.3cm) to skat130
Rylan Charles, 5/29/08 5:17pm, 8lbs 7oz / 21" (3.8kg / 53.3cm) to dannie138
Rhia, 5/30/08 5:07am, 7lb 10oz / 18.5" (3.8kg / 53.3cm) to rhiasmamma
Zachary Colton, 5/30/08 7:58pm, 9lbs 11oz / 23" (4.4kg / 58.4cm) to sherrydeanne
Trevor Lewis, 6/1/08 12:40pm, 8lbs 9oz / 20.5" (3.9kg / 52.1cm) to hope_537
Conor, 6/1/08 10:23pm, 7lbs 8oz / 20" (3.4kg / 50.8cm) to snmull
Mackenzie Grace, 6/3/08 7:34am, 8lbs 7oz / 21" (3.8kg / 53.3cm) to mommashy
Mackenna Victoria, 6/3/08 9:13am, 8lb / ?" (3.6kg / ?cm) to neva4getme
Holly Jade, 6/3/08 8:28pm, 6lb 4oz / 20.75" (2.8kg / 53cm) to lotuxpixie
Ellie, no further information, to beth372
Sebastian, no further information, to dipi_queen
Tyreek, no further information, to 4my2
Baby Girl, no further information, to jenmoves4

Honorary May Babies:
Violet Gwendollen, 4/13/08 (39w?) 7:24am to JorgieGirl (April)

The comment space on this thread is reserved for new moms to post their birth stories if they wish; congratulations and other statements of amazement and wonder should be kept on the regular threads. Thanks!


Joined: 09/18/07
Posts: 5

Birth Story of Samuel David

I had a doc appt and NST on March 17th in the morning and everything looked great. My blood pressure was good (120/70) and Samuel was just having a wonderful time playing around in there. The doctor was so pleased with everything that he said I may just make it to my due date because even though I had the polyhydramanios the baby and I were doing really well.
Well, at 2:30 pm that same day I started hurting. I had eaten at the cafe at work and just figured that lunch didn't settle well. The pain was high under my ribs and seemed to be getting worse so at 4 PM I told my assistant that I was going to head home and rest because I just didn't feel well.
I got home and my husband was very concerned. He took my BP and it was 170/90 (my doc had given me instructions to call if either # was ever over 150/95). I tried calling the doc but he was already gone for the day...I told DH that I just needed to take a warm bath and relax. DH said I needed to go to the hospital - I refused because that is just silly to go to the hospital for indigestion
After the bath DH took my BP again at it was now 190/ I got scared. The pain was worse and my bp was higher than it has ever been in my entire life. DH called the urgent phone number for my doc as we were driving to the hospital. They confirmed that we needed to get there immediately and the nurse called the hospital ahead of time to let them know we were on our way.
When we arrived at the hospital apparently 30 other ladies in the area also needed to be seen so we waited in the triage waiting room for 1.5 the mean time I had started vomiting. They got me back into a room in triage around 7:45 PM and then admitted me to the hospital almost immediately after that. My BP had come down slightly so they decided to watch me for a while - and they were going to collect all of my urine for a 24 hour period.
Then at 3 AM on March 18th they officially diagnosed me with severe pre-eclampsia and said that the baby needed to be delivered right away. However, then they couldn't get me BP to go back down and they couldn't do a c-section with it so I received several treatments for the BP and it finally came down. They rushed me in to the OR and at 7:22 AM on 3/18 our little Samuel David was born. He started to cry immediately when they got him out and he looked wonderful. They laid him on my chest for a few minutes while the docs finished stitching me up. DH then accompanied Samuel to the NICU.

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ok, finally a bit of time to write this out!

i was feeling particularly crappy on sunday, and likely overdid it a bit... not that i was super active, just a little bit more walking than usual. so, i took a bath after nadia went to bed. it didn't really help. so i came downstairs at about 9:30pm to watch some tv. DH went to bed at 10pm and i was about to have a snack when i felt something "weird"... like wetness. i went to the bathroom and my undies were all wet. i thought "great, i peed myself!". so i sat down to go pee and it was like trickling. i stood up afterwards and as i'm washing my hands there's more trickling. so, this goes on for about 1/2 hour (up and down off the toilet with trickles and some gushes when i sat down). at this point i was concerned. around 11pm i went upstairs and told DH that i thought my water may have broke... he was dead asleep and was was like "what???". i told him i wasn't sure, but i wanted to go have it checked out. i told him to stay home with nadia as i didn't want everyone being disturbed in the middle of the night just to be told i'm peeing myself! so, i got to the hospital around midnight. they hook me up to the monitors and all is well with baby. they did a pH test and a ffn(?). both came back positive for amniotic fluid. but, my contractions weren't really doing much. they felt like menstrual cramps and were random in timing. so, they told me i could stay there or go home and come back later. i decided to go home as i figured i would have several hours and could better organize myself and get nadia to our friends at a decent hour. well, by the time i got home (30 min drive) the contractions were coming every 4 mins and getting more intense. i told DH that we needed to go back to the hospital. by this time it's 2:30am. so i call my friend to take nadia and she just so happened to be up going pee! we got everything together (luckily i had stuff already packed!) and woke up nadia to go. she did great and was excited to have a "sleep over" at her friends house! we got to the hospital aroun 3:30-3:45am. by that time the contractions are 3 mins apart and i'm in a lot of pain. by the time we got up to L&D they were coming every 1-2 mins. they checked my cervix and i was 3cm around 4:15am. i said i want an epi asap! luckily, they weren't busy at all that night (unheard of!!) so i didn't have to wait to get a room and an epi. i must say that this time was far more intense than last time... i was actually screaming this time (not to scare anyone!!). the epi was great though. and my bp dropped afterwards (again), but they gave me a shot of something in the IV to bring it back up and that worked. so, we were hanging out for a bit and i was totally numb, it was great! but, it wasn't long before i started feeling pressure in my bum. they checked me around 7am and i was 10cm!!! so, i went from 3-10 in less than 3 hours i started pushing at 7:15am (which hurt more than last time, but not as bad as pre-epi!!) and Ava was born at 8:06am on April 14. DH said she had the cord around her neck too. she was 36 weeks 5 days gestation and weighed 8lbs 9oz, 21 inches long! everyone said that my dates must have been off because she was so big for 36 weeks. the doc even commented about that as she was crowning. doc said her head didn't look like a 36 weeker! so, who knows. and i only had a 2nd degree tear this time (3rd degree with nadia).

all went really well that day. although BF wasn't that great in L&D... ava didn't want to latch at all. but, she got better when we went to the post partum unit though. since she was 36 weeks they needed to test her glucose a bunch of times (every 3 hours and then 12 hours). she did good on the 1st one, the 2nd was borderline and the 3rd was too low. they asked if they could giver her a little formula to bring it up and test again... i said yes, but she was still low. so, they took her to the NICU to give her an IV with glucose. this was around 11pm monday night. so, at this point i'm crying and my nurse said to go ahead and cry, it's good to get it all out i went over to see her before i went to sleep (luckily the NICU was just down the hall) and felt better that she had a really great nurse. they said that i could come and try to BF her in the morning and they would follow that with formula to get her glucose up so she could wean off the IV. so, we kept doing that every 3 hours until wednesday afternoon when she was off the IV and testing in the normal range. there was some debate about whether she would have to stay another night to monitor, but they eventually decided that we could both be discharged wednesday evening. of course, by the time they actually got the discharge orders from the doc it was 9pm so i didn't get home until 10:30pm. but, it was REALLY nice to get home. i didn't expect to spend 3 days in the hospital!!

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Noah Michael's Birth Story

Baby Noah Michael arrived Monday April 21st at 7:22pm weighing in at 8lbs 10oz and 20 1/4 inches long he is a big healthy boy! It all happened so fast! I was lying on coach monday just after midnight sleeping and all of the sudden I woke up and thought I had peed myself! It wasn't very much so I got up to the bathroom and of course smelled my pants and sure enough that was not pee! My husband came in and ask what was going on and I told him I was trying to figure out if I had peed myself or it was my water. Well I stood up and there was a big gush and I told him that was not pee we are having this baby! So, we called the hospital, took a shower and there around 2am. My contractions started on their own not long after that and they checked me around 6am and I was 5-6cm woohoo! They gave me some antibiotics just in case because my membranes had ruptured for an extended amount of time. I took a couple of baths and walked the halls and my contractions never got to severe or regular so I was worried! But they check me again that evening and out of the blue it felt I was 9 1/2 cm!! I was convinced they were going to tell me I had not changed since my contractions were not regular by any means! Some were 15-20 min apart! Well I had left was an anterior lip and we could deliver! So, at 9 1/2cm I was out walking the hallways impressing all the nurses and they were making jokes about following me around with the birthing table just in case!

At 7pm I started getting a lot more back labor and pain so the midwife checked me and that silly lip was still there so actually got in there and pushed it out of the way! My husband saw her move it! Well after that I was in so much pain I said NOPE! I am done no more! haha yeah right well I stood up and wrapped my arms around Jeremy then bend my knees and pushed it felt good actually to push! I had no idea this baby was coming but I got back on the table and pushed a couple more times and they said give me your hand feel your baby's head! This is when I knew there was no turning back so after some more pushing Jeremy helped deliver our little baby boy Noah!! I never ended up getting pain meds which I look back and think I was crazy but I had no idea I was dilating so fast and I ended up with a second degree tear and they had sew me up. But it was all worth having this little bundle of joy in my arms.... and then he promplty peed all over me

Joined: 12/06/07
Posts: 2
Anusha Ann's Birth story

So my water broke at midnight on the 21/22nd. And since I'm new at this, I wasn't sure what had really happened. So I checked online to see if it was really my water. And finally decided to call the hospital.
I arrived around 1am and was only dialated to 2cm, but my water had indeed broken. I called my mom who was about an hour and a half away to tell herl the nurse had said it could take around 15 hours of labor. When my mom arrived to help my husband and I, I was 4cm; and within 45 minutes, she came literally flying out.
I had intend on having pain relief because I am a huge wimp( i accept this), but the anesth. came about a minute after I was told it was too late for drugs. That really scared me. The nurse had come into the room, saying the doctor was on her way, and that I needed to breath through 10 minutes, and we could then push her out. The nurse was holding her head in my body- ouch!!
When the doctor got there, she told my mom and husband to look at all the hair, and when they looked, i couldn't hang on anymore and shot her out- the doctor caught her in mid air.
Unfortunately, because of the force of the push, I tore, but it's not so bad now.
I was so relieved to finally have her out! And she is just gorgeous, with a full head of black hair and brownish grey eyes. I'm Irish and her dad is Indian (from India), and she is just precious- a good screamer, but wonderful nonetheless. Her name means Beautiful morning, especially fitting for her!

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Sarah Catherine 4/23/08 (39 weeks) at 4:42pm, 9lb 7oz, 21"

birth story to follow...

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I warn you, it's long..

Friday I spent the day at my sisters with her and Ben. We figured between the two of us we would be as good at 1.5 normal people, so I went there for her to pick up my prego slack! I was having contractions all day, but that wasn't anything new.. I had been having them since 35 weeks so I just blew it off as nothing.

Friday night before I went to bed I mentioned to DH (like I did every night) that my back hurt so maybe tonight would be the night (little did I know). Then went up to bed around 9:30.

12:00am Abby woke me for some reassurance and water. I peed, nothing new going on.

1:30am woke up because I felt a little warmth between my legs, shot out of bed because I knew what it was and grabbed a towel just in time for the dams to open and my water to gush out every where. I waddled downstairs with a towel between my legs just amazed at the amount of fluid pouring out of me. I woke up DH, who had fallen asleep on the couch watching hockey, and he called the Dr.

At this point I was still gushing fluid and had no idea what to do with myself. I got my pants off and had a towel between my legs but couldn't even get dressed.. YUCK.

Dr said to come to L&D, fluid slowed enough for an overnight pad to at least get me by with out being totally ridiculous, so DH and I headed to the hospital with a towel and a trash bag to protect the car.

2:30 Got to L&D and I was 1-2 cm and contracting regularly. Worked through the contractions until 6:00 when I got checked again. Contractions had gotten pretty bad, not awful, I was hoping to have made some progress. When they checked I was only at 2-3 cm.. ugh how discouraging. I decided to get the epi because I was moving so slowly. 1 cm in 3.5 hr was not my idea of fun.

6:30 Epi in, babies heart rate starts to decelerate and my blood pressure dives. Nurses come in from every direction and flip me over on all sides.

7:30 They finally get my bp up to something reasonable 100’s/50’s. Baby is still decelerating with contractions. Which are strong and fast. If they had given me Pit. they said they would of turned it down at this point. The nurse checked me and said I was around a 9 and my cervix was very very soft. She said we were going to have a baby very soon.

7:45 ish started pushing, baby wasn’t responding well. Special neonatal unit “invited” to the delivery by the nurse.

8:00 Nurse got me up on my hands and knees and had me push that way. Talk about totally changing the feel of the delivery. They took off the contraction monitor and the external fetal monitor and put on an internal fetal monitor to watch him more closely. With out the external contraction monitor it was totally up to me to push when I felt the need. At first the pressure was at the top of my stomach, but as I pushed and Brian or the nurse applied counter pressure to my butt, the pressure moved down my pelvis and I could feel him moving lower, I also started getting the biggest urge to push it was totally overwhelming. It was the strangest feeling. As he got down really low the need to push was so freaking overwhelming it made me actually grunt. (TMI ALERT) It felt like a HUGE turd was caught in my butt and I couldn’t get it out, I could totally see how someone could lose it at that point. Keeping under control while feeling totally out of control was so difficult. I just needed to push him out, but couldn’t get him out. The whole time as i'm grunting and struggling with keeping myself in control and pushing Brian is trying to get the oxygen mask on my face (because of the decelerations) he was so paranoid, but every time I needed to push I just couldn't have it strapped to my face... to claustrophobic!

9:00 The Dr came in and scrubbed up, they flipped me over and dropped the end of the bed. I pushed and felt the head stretch out my whoha, it was so unbelievable uncomfortable, not truly painful, but again it felt like I just needed to get him out and I couldn’t push hard enough. I just felt like grunting, grrrrrrrr.

9:19 The dr pulled down on me to open it up wider which made the urge to push SUPER strong. I pushed and his head came out but then his shoulders were stretching me apart (AHHHHH) I was like… “do I push, do I push, I need to get it out!” She said push and she pulled him out while I yelled “F*CK” she held him out to me and teased that the first thing he heard was me swearing. The beauty of birth!


Jacob (Jake) Adler Morrison
7lb 10oz
21in long

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Daniel Jackson's Birth Story

Daniel Jackson arrived last night, April 26th, at 8:13 pm.

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The basics:
-7 pounds, 11 ounces and 19 inches long
-Technically a premie because he was born before the 28th
-9 on his APGAR
-His name is Daniel Jackson. Daniel, because it's a good name:) (though perhaps a little common), and Jackson is a family name on the Kunz side (from his Grandma Laura Kunz's maiden name and also Kenny's father's middle name). I'd imagine he'll be a Danny, but not a Dan.
-He was born after 6 hours of "active" labor, after 13 hours in the hospital, and after almost exactly 2 months of prodromal labor.
-We've gotten a good hour of breastfeeding in, but the silly kid is very content to do nothing but sleep
-He's got a crazy cone-head from the delivery (should round out in just a couple days) and no birthmarks that we can tell
-He has very sparse blondeish hair and beautiful blue eyes (all 3 times I've seen them open)

So, the whole story (very long, including some perhaps gross details):
As I posted in my last post, we went to the hospital Friday and found out I was 7.5 cm dilated. We made history by being discharged while being that far dilated. I was REALLY hoping that this weekend would be it.
Friday night nothing seemed to be happening. About 5 in the morning on Saturday both Kenny and I woke up and were um, "in the mood". We decided to try DTD to get things going. It was the first time in 8 weeks. Needless to say, it was short:). In truth, VERY short and hardly invasive at all, but apparently it was still enough, as when we were done I was bleeding like crazy (like, more than a period) and it looked like it might be mixed with amniotic fluid, so I went and chilled in the empty bathtub while Kenny made some breakfast (pillsbury cinnamon rolls) and got all our final preparations out of the way. We then headed to the hospital around 7 am. I was finally having regular contractions I could feel (though they still didn't really hurt per se) and was dilated to an 8, so they admitted me. They couldn't get a good test on whether or not I was leaking Amniotic Fluid.
I had a GREAT nurse. While she herself was all for medical interventions and such, she fought hard for me to get the natural experience I wanted. My doctor had wanted me on an IV and monitors the whole time which would have kept me in bed on my back, but I wanted to be able to move around and do whatever helped me get through the pain. Apparently the nurse told my Doctor (who's still fairly young, and nice enough) that "such-and-such a doctor let's their natural patients do this all the time" and convinced her it wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't have an IV and they only monitored the baby intermittently.
We asked them how many women went natural and they said "um, just you:)" We hard some screams of bloody murder from the room next door and I'll admit, I was surprised to learn that that woman had had an epidural and was still screaming like that. Yikes.

Just after they admitted me and got me my own room(which happened to be the same room I had in February), contractions stopped altogether for a while. It was pretty disappointing. They weren't gonna let me go home at 8 cm dilated and with a (perhaps) broken water, but I didn't want pitocin or anything like that to get labor going, though I wasn't dead set against it either, since I was already at 8 centimeters and had so little to go. Apaprently the baby's head was so tight against my bag of waters that it was essentially cutting it off.
At about noon, the doctor went ahead and broke (or finished breaking) my water to get things moving. It took a couple of hours, but by 2 pm I was having some crazy contractions.

We watched Newsies and I sang along through my contractions while bouncing on the birthing ball and eating Popsicles. That makes it sound much funner than it was:). Around 5 the contractions got to be really strong and I'd grab and squeeze/rub Kenny's hand as hard as I could. He was great. The baby was turned to the side a bit so we tried various positions and stuff to make him turn- all of which seemed to make the contractions more intense. At 6 I started pushing. It took two nurses and the doctor- the nurses held my legs up for me which really helped. To the point I freaked out any time a contraction came and they weren't both right there.
Pushing was REALLY intense. I don't know why I thought it would go faster. It was frustrating because I couldn't really tell what progress was being made. They set up a mirror so I could see, but it wasn't like I pictured- I couldn't see too much because for most of it, it's still all pretty internal. I could just see myself get more frightfully torn up and messy down there... in the future I think I'll opt for no mirror:)
Still, the pain wasn't unbearable. Really, the worst part was the relentless of it. To any woman who's labored for longer than 8 hours, KUDOS to you. I can't fathom having to keep at it for longer than I did. It wasn't the painfulness, it was the lack of an escape, even a temporary one. Because the baby was turned sidewise, there was always some pretty intense pressure in my back. I never did get too loud but I'm sure I made all sorts of funny sounds.
Towards the end the doctor said "we're going to go ahead and make this opening a little bigger for the baby" and I said "um, what?" I told the doctor I'd rather not have an episiotomy, so she backed off. Sure enough, I have a third degree tear going backwards that's going to take some serious healing. Still, I feel content having torn rather than having been cut- now I can always know that what happened was exactly what needed to happen. The tear didn't hurt too bad at the time and I never had huge problems with the "ring of fire" so many women describe- most of the pain I felt was just the pressure of having a baby right there.

Kenny was AMAZING. HE was in charge of ice cubes for me:) and did a great job. He did need to leave the room once for some fresh air and grape juice right at the end, but that's better than an uncomfortable (or worse, unconscious) Kenny. He was there for the delivery and teared up a bit. It was so sweet.
When Daniel finally came out, they immediately placed him on my chest and we snuggled. He was big and healthy and snuggly. He rested right on my breast and apparently inhaled a bit much of it and his little feet and hands turned purple (the reason he didn't score a 10 on his APGAR). He got to rest with me for a long time while the doctor stitched me up.
I've never known an exhaustion to be so deep. I shook like mad for the whole following 12 hours or so. But I've never been so happy or proud, either. He's my beautiful little boy and I wouldn't change a thing.

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Dominic's birth story

Thursday started out normal. I didn't sleep too well Wednesday night, actually that's to say I didn't sleep at all, just tossed and turned all night. That should have tipped me off right there! Headed out for my 10am doc appt with CJ and my ex. Normally he doesn't come along but I had an ultrasound and CJ loves seeing them and the office rules are that no kids without another adult present so he was there too. All went fine. Tech guessed him at 6lb15oz and he looked great. Had my check-up and was dilated to 3cm but Dom had migrated back up and was sitting at like -4 station. His NST looked fine so we were set for induction on Monday as planned. Walked out of the office and I felt this splash of fluid down my leg. Thought maybe it was a bladder spasm again until I looked down and realized I was pretty well soaked. Since I was right at the office I went back in and showed them my rather wet pants. They checked, sure enough my water had broke, head to the hospital. It was around noon, and all I had really hoped for was for Dom to arrive that day. Came home and changed my shorts, had a big bowl of chicken noodle soup and got the arrangements for the kids set up. Ex drove me to the hospital and I texted Angie (J's mom) on the way there. She said she was gonna go pick him up and she'd meet me at the hospital. I wasn't having any contractions or pain at all.

Get to the hospital more then an hour after my water broke, no pain, no contractions. They got me into a room and checked me, dilated to a 4cm and Dom was still REALLY high. My ex left, Angie and J showed up and for the next 9 hours they walked the halls with me, rubbed the accupressure spot in my ankles, anything we could do to get contractions going. Around 9pm my OB decided I'd been ruputed long enough with no progress and wanted to start pitocin. I was okay with it so long as it was gradual. It definately caused contractions but I was getting through them with J rubbing my head and Angie holding my hand. At 10:30 I still wasn't showing much change and contractions were still 4 min apart so they upped the pitocin and that got things going pretty good. After about 20 min of contrax a min apart and 60 seconds long I couldnt take it anymore and asked for the epi. Took them a bit and the doc put it in pretty fast (I have icky bruises and had a nasty reaction to the tape) so I had relief for a few contrax but it didnt last long. The epi more took the edge off then making the pain go away. I knew once the epi was in I'd go fast and sure enough I did. Within 10 min of it being in I was feeling major pressure. Nurse checked and I was dilated to 10 so she figured we'd try a few test pushes. Yeah that was not going to be the case. I pushed once and he came down. After that my body took over and on the next contraction Dom crowned all on his own, it was just me, J, Angie and the nurse! Angie broke down the instrument table (20 yr seasoned MA so she knew how) while the nurse was literally holding Dom's head in until the doc could get there. Doc made it in the room just in tme for the next contraction and Dom was born without any help from me. He came barreling out so fast I had no tearing (just minor "scrapes" as my OB put it) and his head had little to no molding. Delivered the placenta and was moved to Mom/Baby within the hour. Dominic was great, his Apgars were 8 and 9 and he squalled the entire time they were drying him off and stuff. J was right by his side and I think from the look on his face he fell in love with his son right then and there. I had decided on Dominic as a name a few months back and Michael was my uncle's name (he died before I was born), when my grandma had heard I was considering it she was really touched so I figured it would be one last gift I could give her.

So we were at the hospital til Saturday morning. Dominic lost a wee bit of weight while we were there, a whole 2.7oz but is getting the hang of nursing and LOVES to snuggle. J stayed the night with me Thursday and was at the hospital all day Friday. He came over Saturday and spent a few hours with Dom once I was home and had gotten a nap and a shower. The girls adore their new baby brother, he can't so much as whimper without one of them all over him. Working on getting the pics uploaded, there's quite a few between Angie's and my camera. It was definately a case of every delivery is different!!

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Adelaide's birth story by Loriloo

The short recap for those who don't feel inclined to read the whole thing:

  • My water broke at 1:30am on April 24th. She was at 39 weeks gestation.
  • We got to the hospital at 3am and the contractions took off from there.
  • Midwives are angels sent from God.
  • Everything about the birth was 100% natural: no pitocin, no epidural, no anesthesia, not even an IV; just a buttload of gutt-wrenching screaming, followed by periods of the most amazing rest and calm that earth has to offer.
  • Baby Adelaide Scarlett was born at 6:09 this morning.
  • She got a 9 on her apgar, weighs 7 pounds/6 ounces, and is 20 inches long.
  • She has a cleft in her chin just like her mom and also has her mom's nose. She does have hair on the sides and back of her head and it appears to be brown like her dad's. She has a cute little birthmark on her forehead that will more than likely disappear within the next year.

Here's the morph of my growing baby belly, just for kicks and giggles:

First off, I need to explain that I went in for preterm labor at 34 weeks; I was actively contracting, 80% effaced, and 2 cm dilated. From that point on, I was contracting every 3-10 minutes for the next 5 weeks; it just never stopped. I continued to dilate and efface more and more every midwife visit. Every time I went, my midwife told me, "looks like she should be here by tomorrow!"; but to no avail. My stomach was just SO tired of contracting, I became a horribly tired, anxious mess. We had 3 false trips to L&D. I could have been induced, but I knew that Addie would come when she was good and ready. At 38 weeks, I was dilated to nearly a 5 and was 95% effaced. Addie held out for a full week more and was born at 39 weeks. With that as a preface...

Adelaide Scarlett's full birth story, written on the day of her birth; April 24th, 2008.

It's 10 hours after the birth now and I'm still as awake and giddy as a puppy. If I had a tail, I'm pretty sure it would be wagging. I feel more happy and perky than I have in years and I can't stop talking or smiling. I would get up and do a jig... but I'm pretty sure I'd make a horrible mess if I attempted it. The most amazing part of it all is that the only medicine administered for the entire birth was a single Ibuprofin that I took 5 hours ago. Mother nature is definitely an amazing opiate.

We chose not go to the ben's fold concert we had tickets for last night and I'm thinking that we definitely made the right choice on that one. We spent a nice evening at home, Sam playing Halo and I was sitting in my recliner contracting away as normal. I did have some unusual pangs of pain that made me cry out, but they instantly dispersed and I was fine.

We went to bed at midnight or so; but not before Sam talked to my tummy for a good 10 minutes asking her what we could do to help her come out. The next thing I remember was opening my eyes at 1:25 in response to a HUGE rush of warmth all over my legs. There was absolutely NO mistaking it- my water had broken. I told sam and he got all excited. He took a quick shower, and I just continued losing more and more fluid- I was totally shocked how much there was to lose! My poor baby was getting drained, and quickly! Here's a picture of me running around getting things ready as I continued to drip like crazy:

Sam made me 4 scrambled eggs, we packed up the car, stopped by a 7-eleven to get 3 powerades, and got to the hospital at about 2:50 or so. My contractions started to pick up in the car, at which point I asked sam if he wouldn't mind going faster than 60 mph, lol.

So we got to the hospital and they checked me and I was at a big 4, meaning I hadn't changed at all since my last appointment. The midwife on-call just happened to be the same midwife that delivered my sister Becky's little girl Katelynn in 2003. She got there soon after we arrived and our birthing team was formed: Kimmy as the nurse, Claudia as the midwife, Lori as the me, Sammy as the Dad, God as the all-powerful deity, and Baby Girl Burkman as the goal. The 6 of us were together in that room for the next 3 hours hard at work.

I started contracting hard right away, and started teaching myself (with the help of my team) how to breath through them. They were all 2 minutes apart or so and each hurt more than the last. I can totally see how that pain could take control of a situation really quickly, but each time I started to succumb to it; I somehow was able to regain my focus and just pull through it. Again, my team helped me a lot.

At 4:00, we put in my favorite movie, "When Harry Met Sally". It was the perfect thing to have on in the background. I was quoting all the words in my head the whole time. I actually had one of my biggest contractions during the infamous restaurant scene and I was yelling right along with Sally, it was awesome.

I continued drinking powerade and water repeatedly throughout the night, so I did a fair amount of peeing. At about 4:20 or so, I got up to go to the bathroom and noticed I was dripping blood. My midwife was a bit surprised, since I had only been there for an hour and a half and the "bloody show" usually doesnt appear until the end of labor. Sure enough, I walked across the room to wash my hands and found myself standing in a small pool of blood rather quickly. At this point, she was pretty sure that my contractions were working their magic abnormally fast. She offered me a birthing ball to help me through the next set because she suspected I might need it. Boy was she right! I was a birthing ball fiend! I was bouncing on that thing like a monkey (assuming monkeys love to bounce on over-sized rubber balls). I got up occasionally and put my arms around sam's neck and he would bear my weight during the contractions; it was kind of like a husband/wife/baby delivery dance.

At about 5am, my midwife said she might as well check me to see my progress and I was at a 9! About 15 minutes later, I was pretty sure that pushing was in order. She checked again and I was at a 9.5+. I was totally unsure as to how to approach the pushing, but my midwife knew just what to do. She pushed a button and all of the sudden the bed transformed into a birthing haven. It went from being bed-shaped into being kind of stairs-shaped; allowing me to be in a squatting position but fully-supported at the same time. It was just awesome!

So I knew I was in it for the long haul now. I'm not going to lie- it hurt like a *insert outrageous explicative of choice here*. During each contraction, I really had to focus to keep control. My team kept reminding me to breath and keep low tones and OH HOW THAT HELPED. I would start to tense up and grab onto things and brace myself; but my midwife told me to relax. I said "I cant! I cant!", but then I told my body to relax and it actually did and I felt instantly 100% better.

During the big pushes and the big pain, I kid you not- I screamed like a banshee. For real, like... blood-curdling screams, it was awesome. I had no idea I had even the capacity to do that. Half of the need for each scream came from the pain, the other half really just gave me the strength to push as hard as was needed.

The dichotomy of the experience was insane though. The second each contraction/push was done, I went right back to being calm, totally relaxed, and completely at peace. I would just let my body collapse back into the bed, I put my hands behind my head, took deep long breaths, and just let my body relish the calm that somehow enfolded it. Then the next contraction hit, and I was back to screaming like an amazon howler monkey.

My midwifes were SO helpful through all of this. I love that they stayed with me the whole time. I love that they were proud of each primal OOOOOOOOOOH, grunt, or scream that came out of me. They were right in the moment with me and they gave me such strength. They were just so full of compliments and kept telling me that I'm doing an amazing job and they hadn't seen a birthing champ like me in months. They probably say that to everyone, but honestly- it helped so much. Through all of the pain, through all of the insanity- I never felt that I lost control or like I was too intimidated to proceed. I knew that my body was built to do exactly what it was doing. I was totally screaming like a madwoman of course- but I'm pretty sure that's how God intended it. To my credit, I only swore twice (and the baby's ears hadn't been born yet, so I think she might remain untainted). For anyone who knows me, that's quite the accomplishment.

Getting her through the birth canal was all done through my own efforts of pushing. I had to really focus and give all I had to each push. I pushed only when my body told me to, and each actual push probably lasted for about 5 seconds each and came in sets of 5-6 pushes.

Once she was crowning, I was in SUCH burning pain and didn't know how I could push through it. Then the midwife told me "You're doing SO great!!! Give me some small little pushes now".

So I did just what she said and my body took over from there (to my great surprise and appreciation). I pushed for 1-2 seconds, and all of the sudden my body engaged on its own and maintained the rest of the push without my effort. The midwife was stretching me out in between each push so I wouldnt tear. She also told me not to push at certain times to avoid tearing as well. I will eternally be grateful for this magical woman.

I entered my own little world at this point and was rather oblivious to what was going on around me. I could have had a mirror or something so I could see everything, but I honestly was just totally focused internally- little on the outside was getting any of my attention. I pushed probably 20 times this way, and I soon realized that her head must have passed out of me because the pressure and pain had relaxed. All of the sudden I felt her little body wiggle; so I knew her head had passed for sure. I pushed 3 more times, all back to back, looked down, and her grey body slid right out of me.

They put her right on my chest. She was all floppy and grey and covered in blood and vernix and whatever other goops were involved. She laid there crying and I just laid there shaking and holding her. It was 6:05am, about 3 hours since we arrived at the hospital. SHE WAS BORN!!! I HAD DONE IT!!!! I felt like a million bucks. All pain instantly vanished and I was just absolutely euphoric. I just can't describe the relief and utter peace that rushed over me.

She soon quieted down and I held her for about 20 minutes there on my chest. Then Sam cut the cord and I delivered whatever was left inside of me. They did her apgar test right there and she got a 9. Afterward, I held her to look at her face. She opened her eyes for the first time and just stared at me for about 10 minutes straight.

She latched right on and nursed for about a half hour. I wound up pulling her away because I wanted to see her pretty little angel face again. Then they took her and washed her and whatnot, then gave her back to me for another little while.

I had some very superficial tearing that required 2 stitches or so, my midwife said it was all just on the surface and nothing that I'll even notice. She took care of whatever maintenance I needed in the birthing room, then I got up and we all moved to the mother/baby room downstairs.

They gave me an Ibuprofin to help the pain and any swelling, and other than that I've just been kicking it here in my room all day long. Adelaide is sleeping non-stop. She's woken up like 3 times to wiggle and poop, the promptly falls back asleep. She must get her sleeping ability from her father, because Sam's beat tired and has been doing his best to sleep as much as possible throughout the day on the pull-out couch. I'm spunky as a firecracker and doing my best to keep myself quietly entertained as he sleeps. I'm assuming I'll wake up tomorrow feeling like a piano landed on me... but until them I'm just enjoying the afterglow. *Inserted later on: I never did wake up feeling horrible. Every day after the first just got better and better. It is truly amazing what a woman's body can go through and instantly recover from*

Sam did an amazing job; he was just so supportive and always kept me on track. He never faltered for a minute and I just love him so much.

I am truly elated with my birth experience. Those 5 weeks of pain and contractions are faint memories in my past at this point. I so loved my natural birth and I really feel that it helped both Adelaide and me SO much. I was able to really listen and work with my body. I felt like I knew just what I needed to do, when to do it, and how to do it without hurting myself or the baby. I feel so blessed that I was given circumstances under which such a birth was possible. I will feel eternally grateful for this amazing experience and I know my life will never be the same. I'm just in a state of constant bewilderment and gratitude at this point. Three cheers for babies!!!

This first shot is the shot of her opening her eyes for the first time. Honestly, I see this and my heart just goes back to that moment and melts. The second in the pink dress is her coming home from the hospital outfit.

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Kathryn Elisabeth

It's a GIRL!! Smile

Born 5/3/08 @ 4:46pm
8 lbs 7 oz ; 21.5 inches long

All natural water birth ...2 hours 46 minutes of active labor ....went from 5cm to 10cm in 45 minutes.

Birth Story

- Woke at 2am 5/3/08 with light contractions. They were lasting about 40 seconds every 8-12 minutes. It was enough that I couldn’t sleep, so I got up to take a bath. I noticed I was loosing my plug. In the bath, the contractions subsided a little, so I tried to lay down. It hurt worse when laying down (in my back), so I got on up at 3:30am and went to surf the computer for a while.

- At 8am they were still coming more, no less. Bob got up and we called his parents to come up and watch David.

- His parents got here around 10am. Contractions basically stopped …bummer!

- At 11:30am, I asked Bob to go walking with me in the rain to try to get them going again. We walked around the neighborhood and I had six contractions. We decided to ask the in-laws to take David to their house for the night, just in case, that way I could relax and concentrate. I didn’t really want David to go because I didn’t think labor was really starting. Bob said that if nothing happened we could get David in the morning …no harm …and at least David would have a change of scenery and get to spend time with his grandparents.

- At 12:30ish, the in-laws left with David. Bob and I planned to go out to eat/go to a movie since my labor had stopped. It only really happened when I walked, so I thought it was over.

- Well, the second David was out of the driveway, I got a STONG contraction. So strong, that I couldn’t walk or talk through it. 10 minutes later …another one …then another one. I was hungry, so Bob and I decided to order in, take a shower, and call the midwife. My midwife later told me that sometimes, women will actually stop their own labors in the presence of older children. Women, subconsciencly, don’t want their children to see them in pain. Talk about mind/body connection! She was not surprised at all that my labor stopped, then picked up once David left. I thought that was pretty cool!

- We ate Japanese (I had rice, veggies/shrimp/water to drink), then I got in the shower. I told Bob to call the midwife as I was taking a shower. This was about 3pm. I started loosing track of time in here …when I was in the shower, contractions got tough and I had to moan through them.

Last belly pic labor 39 w 2 d

- The midwife went to the birth center and started the water tub …we got there shortly after. My times are all messed up in here, but I’ll tell what I remember was told about times.

- We got to the center. We rang in and it was so peaceful! Bob, the midwife and myself were the only ones in the entire building! The nurse showed up about 20 minutes later, but it was so quiet and peaceful! I loved it! It was raining and there were roses outside the window beside the birth tub. Just a perfect day to give birth!

- Okay, we got there and she asked to check me. I thought I was 1-2 centimeters ….nope …I was 5! Cool! I also remember it was painful to be on my back. So painful, I screamed and had to slowly bring myself back to control. I need to stand or be in the tub.

- We went to our birthing room and I got in the tub. It felt heavenly!! I loved having the jets wash over my tummy. My midwife, Julia, showed Bob how to put counter pressure on my back to help relieve the pain. I was having lots of pressure in my tailbone. Baby was low!

- I hung out on the side of the tub and drank some water …let the jets wash over me. Bob was AMAZING y’all! Bob sat in front of me, outside of the water, on a birth ball. He held my hand the whole time. When a contraction would peak, he would remind me to “low moan” and he would do it with me. He also turned on my hypnobabies CDs. I didn’t actually end up using them, but Bob said the music and the ladies voice is so soothing that even if I didn’t use them as tool, it was nice to listen to in the background. I actually wound up leaning on the Lord and Bob for my support ..and it worked perfectly for me. In Christianity, we believe Jesus lives within us, so I was drawing strength from Him.

- I was handling things well …I figured I was still at a 5 or 6, just waiting for transition to start. My midwife asked if I needed to pee, and I realized I did. So, they helped me out of the tub and Bob and the midwife helped me to the toilet. Oh, leaving the water was painful! I don’t think I’d want to labor without the water!

- My midwife asked to check me, and I agreed. I was pretty sure I hadn’t advanced though and wasn’t expecting much. I wasn’t keeping good track of time, but I knew it hadn’t been long (about 30 minutes or so) ….well …I was 9 cm!!!! Wow! She told me she could still feel a bulging bag of waters and gave me the option of breaking it. I declined as I felt labor was going fast anyway.

- I got back in the tub, feeling very optimistic. I couldn’t believe I was 9cm!

- Well, at this point …the contractions got much stronger and I started to loose it. Between 10cm and the pushing stage was the hardest for me. I remember looking Bob in the eyes and telling him “I’m scared.” It was just overwhelming and coming too fast. I concentrated on his eyes through some contractions and it helped so much. He breathed/moaned with me.

- Bob asked the midwife how we would know it’s time to push. My midwife was so cool …she goes “Julya will tell us.”

- A little later, I was starting to loose control again. My midwife came to my level and breathed through the contraction with me. After that one ended, she asked if I felt the need to push. I said I think so …it felt like I needed to poop! LOL!

- Oh Lordy! The pushing was the most aweful feeling I’ve ever had in my life! I’ve heard people say they like pushing, but for me …owe. Transition was nothing for me, but pushing …goodness …that’s where I lost it. I felt like a freight train was moving through my body. My tailbone hurt, my perineum felt like it was going to break in two pieced AND I felt like throwing up on top of it all. During pushing, I didn’t want to be touched/talked to/helped ….nothing ….I just had to do my own thing. This is the point that I said “I can’t do this!” My midwife said “you ARE doing this.” And …yeah …I was …Kate was crowing.

- When I came into the birth center, I was praying during a contraction. This is the cool part for me …when I lost control with pushing, my midwife said “you were praying earlier and it seemed to help you. Is that something you want to do now?” I said “Yes!” She said “do you want Bob to pray?” I said “yes!” Bob prayed for the Lord to give me strength ….and He did! It was a neat experience. Bob, me, Julia (my midwife) and Pam (the nurse) all praying for strength during my hardest moment.

- My midwife said “a few more pushes and you’ll meet your baby”, but it was too overwhelming for me. It was happening too fast for me to stay on top of the pain. So, I had to slow down. I slowly let Kate stretch me, and the ring of fire HURT!! Sitting there waiting for a contraction was painful. Finally, the contraction came and I pushed with all my might. I screamed at the top of my lungs (I know you are supposed to low moan, but I just couldn’t at that point …I lost control). I sat up on my legs like a baseball catcher (this is how Bob described it) and I pushed my baby girl out!!! Wow!!

- 4:46pm - The midwife caught, Bob was behind me, and the nurse was to my side putting cool water on me with a washcloth (that felt good). Kate was right to my chest, and it was instant relief! She was beautiful!!! She wasn’t crying, which concerned me at first, but she was okay. Just a gentle birth, so she didn’t cry! I snuggled her, checked her legs, and I announced “it’s a girl!” LOL! It was amazing!

- We snuggled in the tub for a few minutes. The midwife waiting for the “gush” that showed my placenta had detached. Then, Bob cut the cord (after it stopped pulsating) and we all moved to the bed to push out the placenta. I pushed the whole thing out …she didn’t pull at all. It was a perfect birth experience.

- Kate/myself/Daddy snuggled in bed for over and hour …breastfed …everything before her weight/height and all was taken. They assessed her right on my tummy, and she slept right in the bed beside me. I LOVE the birth center! It was everything I ever wanted and I didn’t have to fight for anything. It was perfect!

- After Kate was assessed, I did start to hemorrhage, but the midwives got it stopped quickly. That was a little scary, but they are good at what they do.

- Both sets of grandparents and David came to visit in the birth center. David loves Kate! He asked “Baby, can I have it, Mommy?” So sweet!

- We were released to go home at 11pm. We slept in our own bed the night before labor, and we slept in our own bed the night Kate was born!! I love that!

So, all in all, the midwife said my active labor started at 2pm. I had 2 hours 46 minutes of active labor. I went from 5cm dilated to 10cm in 45 minutes. The pushing stage took 45 minutes because I wanted to take it slow. The midwives let me have total control and trust in my body, and that was amazing.

While the pushing stage was hard …I’ll even say horrible …I 100% preferred this way of delivering my baby over the epi/hospital. It was just so nice. The birth center midwives respected my body and let nature take it’s course. It’s just so peaceful. I’m really happy.

Oh – and I did tear – but only along my old episiotomy scare from when I had David. It could use two stitches, but she gave me the option of stitching it or not. I chose not to because she said it will heal without the stitching too. I think that if I didn’t have that weak spot, I wouldn’t have torn at all.

Kate is so cute!! It’s fun being the Mommy of two!! I feel very very blessed!

Another cool note – after we got home, Bob said “you’re stronger than I thought you were! You did it!” He had a huge grin on his face! He said, “I couldn’t tell you this before you delivered, but I was worried about how you would handle the pain.” I think all men worry about that, ya know? He is so proud of me though! That felt really neat. He’s just beaming. He doesn’t think he could do that ..which is cool! He’s keeps saying I’m tough ..ha! That’s totally not why I did it. I did it for the reasons I mentioned above – I wanted to let things happen naturally without hospital restrictions, but it’s really neat to have him say that.

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Birth story run down:

We went in on April 29th at 6 a.m. for the induction I was actually having consistent contractions when we arrived at the hospital; anyway we got checked in and got my IV started. The IV placement needed two tries, yes, two. I was almost in tears from the first stick because my vein blew (I have a very huge ugly bruise on my left wrist), then my second stick was in a really weird area (not used to pain there) that actually worked out very well when it came time to pushing.

I labored for about 3 hours on the pitocin, since the contractions weren't that bad and at 10 a.m. I got my epidural placed. My contractions were becoming a little harder to take and becoming faster and much more consistent. My nurse asked me if I wanted an epi and I told her in a little while, luckily for me, she sent the anesthesiologist in, since there were more women getting admitted and asking for epis. The doc placed my epi and got it and flooded me with the wonderful drugs. Within a few minutes, I felt this pop and heard it on the heart monitor, and knew that was my water that just broke.

At that time, my OB came in to check on me, and I was moving along quite nicely. I believe at that point I was about 5cm dialated and 90% effaced; half way there. With the epi in place and my pitocin going up, I starting dialating very quickly.

Around 2 p.m. I was starting to feel my contractions again. I had an epi pump, but we later found out the button wasn't working so I called to have the anesthesiologist come back in and flood me with more drugs but I had to wait for those to kick in. During the whole time waiting for the epi to kick in 100%, I could feel Zoey coming through my birth canal. It ended up being time to push. So with every contraction I could feel so much pressure, and then I had my urge to push. Once I told Robin I had to push he called my OB, and a team of nurses and my doctor came flying in and got me set up in I swear 2 minutes.

I pushed for 15 minutes and out came Zoey. Apparently, she came out into the world face up, just like her brother. The doctor said, had she been in the correct position she would have been out in 3 pushes. To much luck that day, our really close friend was working in the NICU and was able to come to the birth of Zoey. She actually got to do her assessment and AGPAR scores, which we thought was really neat.

Her stats were:

Time of birth: 2:33 p.m.
Weight: 7 lbs. 11 oz.
Length: 18 inches
Gestation: 38wks 6 days

I couldn't believe she weighed as much as she did. The doctor too. I just think what if I didn't induce and had waited, I don't think I could have gotten her out. In the end, I didn't tear, I had a superficial episiotomy which is healing quite nicely and I had my first BM yesterday (though I was scared to death).

We weren't allowed to go home till late Thursday night due to Zoey's high bili levels (jaundice). She needed to be put on the bili bed for a minimum of 12 hours. We had to take her in on Friday for another bili check, and those numbers went up and so I think we have to go back on Monday. She's my little bili baby....

So far we're doing really well. Zoey is a snuggler and loves to sleep snuggling up to something, she is feeding every two hours and I am pretty much doing finger feeds with formula and giving her whatever I have from my breast milk, since it came in on Friday. We have a lactation appointment tomorrow, so we shall see if we can get us going on the boob.

The induction itself wasn't bad at all, I'd do it all overall again if I were to have any more kids. It was fast and I had no complications at all....

That's Zoey's birth story. Here she is:

On her birthday, the nurse made a new hat for her, one with a bow.

4 days old

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Colin James Morris
Thursday, 5/1/08, 8:03 am
7 pounds even, 21 inches long
born by C-Section at 40 weeks

My birth story isn't that exciting b/c of the scheduled c-section, the worst part was the catheter insertion b/c this hospital does it BEFORE you go to the OR and get your spinal. But not the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

After I got semi-prepped I walked down to the l&D OR and hopped up on the operating table, the anesthesiologist come in and gave me the spinal while my nurse Michelle hugged me then i got to lay down. My arms got strapped down, they put the sheet up, cleaned my belly and then Jim came in to sit by my head.

The doctors said "you ready? let's go" and started the c/s. I felt some tugging but it was painless and pretty darn cool. Colin was engaged and I apparently was ready to go into labor on my own so there was some pulling to get him out and the 2 docs were joking with me that he was stuck and to just hold on, lol. Then they dis-engaged him and he came out yelling! Dr., Burk started to sing "baby face" to him while the nurse wrapped him up and brought him to our side of the sheet so we could see him. HE was so gorgeous even covered in all kinds of yuck and my heart just stopped with the overwhelming love that filled it for both Colin and Jim.

While they were putting me back together Jim went to the "other side" to watch them measure, weigh and clean Colin up. He was allowed to take pictures at that point which I'm really thrilled about b/c we got him being weighed and such. They gave Jim the tape measure and then he made the mistake of turning around....let's just say there was alot more of me showing then he (or anyone other than a surgeon) should ever see, lol. They brought our still screaming little man back over so I could see him all clean and let me give him a kiss then asked if it was ok to take him to the nursery.

So off Jim and Colin went to the nursery for al the things they do there. I was taken out of the OR about 25 feet to recovery where my nurse Michelle took care of me until Jim came back. Once i was in there for about an hour they brought Colin in along with my mom, dad and sister so I could really meet him. I (other than the professionals) got to be the first one to hold him - they wouldn't let Jim even before I could. Everyone but Jim left and the nursery nurse came in to help me feed him for the first time. He latched on pretty good but I apparently have flat nips so it's a battle we're still fighting.

After another hour or so I could move my legs and toes so I was taken to my real room to settle in for the duration of my stay. They brought me "lunch" of all clears but it was jello and water ice which I promptly threw up. I have reflux (which I've mentioned to death) and I needed bread or something NOT sugary but it would be Friday mornign before the hospital ok'd that. Jim went out and got me a cinnamon bun from Wawa around 8 that night which I scarfed and kept down so they gave in the next morning on the food thing. I spent the day amazed at this little boy we made together and trying to bf then everyone came back later to visit after Colin and I had a chance to rest after our big morning.

Friday at 6 they took the cath out and I started walking around no problem (kinda shocked the nurses) the LC came in a bit later and that's when we found out his left latch was not good and that's why I was hurting. By Saturday morning I was pacing the halls and begging for the doc to come in for rounds so I could go home. Smile Around 3 she finally showed and said there was no reason for me or Colin to stay so we could go as soon as the discharge instruction for me and him were given. We got home about 5pm and went right to the couch to great Finnegan and Pooka - who wanted NOTHING to do with the "creature that makes noise".

I had an easy delivery b/c of the section and I'm getting around no problem, get tired but it's to be expected, and I have to say a c-section is WAY easier than knee surgery. I'm almost completely off the pain meds - the only time I take one is if my hip of knee acts up.

So today is his 14th day on earth and he'll be 2 weeks old tomorrow! I know I'm not going to want to go back to work on July 28th but I think I just found a great in home daycare that we may actually be able to afford. It's close enough to work 8-10 minutes that I can go over at my lunch to feed him and hang out with him for a little during the day.

We're pretty much a breastmilk only baby, Colin has had formula a few times b/c I just didn't have enough to fill him (at least we didn't think so) and I'm pumping mainly b/c he had a crappy latch that wasn't corrected before the left balloon got a bit tramutized. He still eats great on the right so I don't think he'll have any confusion once I heal enough to handle the "pain". As long as he's getting it some way I'm happy and we'll keep working until we get it right.

Colin sleeps about 5 hours at night and is a pretty content little guy. He loves to be held (who doesn't?) and really likes his bouncy and a toy giraffe daddy bought him. Mom's here until this Sunday and then I'll be on my own but I think I can handle it. We've been aout a few times now and he's an angel - I really couldn't have prayed for a better behaved baby!

We went and had Sears pictures done on Sunday so here's a few of them!

This is the one I used for his birth announcement

Mommy, Daddy & Colin

Colin and his giraffe, Geffrey

I'm ready for this whole picture thing to be over

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Birth story of Isaiah Rene

At 39w6d I had my appt with my OB at 2:30 p.m she said I was 2 1/2 cm and 70% effaced. by 6 p.m I started to get contractions that were at first 12 mins apart but then quickly started to be 7 mins apart, I stayed at home until 9:30 dealing with these contractions in hopes when I get to the hospital I would be further along and wouldnt have to come home

I reached the hospital at 10 and got checked and I was 4 cm and 100% effaced but my water had not broken. within 10 mins my water broke on it own. At 11:45 pm. I had received my epid. The contractions were pretty stong and coming 3 to 4 mins apart, me and the coaches were doing our breathing techniques and it really helped take my mind off the pain.

At 2 am I had been 7 cm and everything was looking great, I didnt need PIT and was dialting pretty fast. at 4 am. I was a 9 1/2 close to 10 mins. the nurse had me flip over to my left side and the baby's heart rate started to go down. It confused all of us, because up to this point everything went beautifully.

Then around 5 they tried to get me to push and again the heart rate went down, the dr. was getting nervous and didnt want to chance anything so they got me ready for a C-section just in case. They wanted me to let the contractions bring the baby down on it own and push right at the end with the help of the vacuumm. So I laid there from 6 am. until he was born. After 3 pushes and the help of the last vaccuum on the last push Isaiah Rene was born at 8:55 am. weighing 6 pds 2.5 oz and 19 inches

He scored a 9 on the Apar I didnt tear nor did I poop Smile

Here are some pics of him.

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Joined: 04/30/07
Posts: 496

This is the whole lead-up to birth, including the day before, so be warned, this is long and detailed!

Wednesday, April 30, I was 37 weeks exactly and had a sizing ultrasound scheduled for the morning, since I had measured 40 weeks at my 36 week ultrasound. DH was still out of town and not scheduled to be home until Friday night, so my mom came with me.

The ultrasound was great, we got some precious 4D pictures of him. He was measuring kind of big, at 7 pounds, 13 ounces, about 80th percentile. What was unexpected was the amount of amnotic fluid. They said a normal measurement was 5-25 cm and I was 37!! Sure enough, I could see that Iggy had PLENTY of room to swim around in there. I wasn't too concerned, the tech and I were joking about taking 4 beach towels wherever I went, because when my water broke, it was going to be a flood!

But then the ultrasound doctor came in and explained that the excess amniotic fluid could signify something wrong with the baby, and it increased my risk for a prolapsed cord if my water broke. He was glad to hear I had a doctor's appointment the next day, so that we could "discuss my options".

At that, I was just done. I wasn't going to make any decisions without DH here. Plus the prospect of something possibly being wrong with the baby made me realize that I needed him home. So I called him, and he got on the next flight home.

Wednesday night, I picked him up at the airport, we went out for a nice dinner and just relaxed when we got home. Relaxed except for when I cried about something being wrong with the baby, and how scared I was that my water was going to break and I was going to have a prolapsed cord emergency. I didn't post anything to you guys because I wanted to have more concrete news, and also I was really scared. Still, it was a nice "last night" together, and overall I slept pretty well.

I woke up several times to pee, and at 4:30, I went to the bathroom like normal. When I went to stand up, I felt a spurt of warmth and immediately sat back down on the toilet and called out (OK, yelled) to DH that my water had broken. I wasn't entirely sure until I looked into the toilet and saw that it was reddish pink. There was sooo much fluid that every time I stood up, I sent a splash onto the floor, so I had to stay sitting on the toilet so it would stop! Meanwhile, I am shouting out directions to my husband (who hadn't been home 8 hours, and who hadn't even unpacked) about what to pack last-minute for the hospital. In retrospect, it was kind of comical.

I waddled into OB triage with a towel between my legs at about 5:15. It seems like it took forever, but finally they told me I was 95% effaced and 3 cm dilated. I was thrilled with this, since I hadn't had ANY noticable contractions until the one I had when we pulled up to the hospital. We got admitted to the room and I started walking the hallways, being monitored 20 min out of every hour.

After 6 hours, my doctor (who was there the whole day with 4 patients in labor) wanted to start pitocin. I was reluctant, but realized that 6 hours and a ton of walking should have been enough to increase the contractions, but they hadn't at all. I also knew I was "on the clock" because my water had broken. I started pitocin around 11.

I lasted two hours on pitocin before I wanted my epidural, which I was proud of, as the nurse had said most people last about 1 1/2 hours. I was so glad I called for it when I did, it took about 45 min to get everything set up and to get some relief, and if I had waited much longer, it would have been unbearable. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

After my epidural at 1, I got checked and was at a 5. I was pleased that the pitocin was working. I just hung out for a few hours until at 3:30 I was told I was at a 9! I was really excited because I was almost there, and my doctor would probably be the one delivering!!! Also around this time, I got a top-off on my epidural. Ladies, if you are feeling increased pain, there is something they can do for it, just tell them you are feeling more pain and DO NOT WAIT (see below)!!!

But nothing happened. Turns out I was only an 8 after all, and it took me from 3:30 to 9:00 and several increases in pitocin to get to a 10. At this point, a replacement doctor (who was super nice) told me we would see how I pushed. Looking back, I know now that he was concerned about how long it took for me to get to 10. Even with pitocin, my contractions were never regular, nor really strong.

I pushed for two hours. The first hour, I had an awesome nurse who was really helpful. I could feel pressure and knew how to push, so I figured everything was going just fine. Then the shift ended and I got a new nurse who I didn't like at all. I was starting to get more pain, but I fought it off, and by the time I asked for more medication the anesthetist was busy.

I ended up pushing for the second hour with contractions about every 2 minutes and I'm not going to lie, it was the worst pain I can ever imagine. I can't imagine that the original epidural was doing much at that point. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. DH kept encouraging me on how to push and I couldn't even take a deep breath, let alone relax my body. It was horrible, and it was horrible for DH to watch. (It might have been worse for me because ultimately my baby was going nowhere.)

Finally I got some more drugs around midnight. At this point, they told me that my baby and I were in distress and I needed to quit pushing and rest for a while so we could both calm down. I pretty much passed out. After an hour, the doctor himself came back in and we tried a couple more pushes. Then he gave me his opinion: I had taken forever to get from 8 cm to 10. I hadn't progressed AT ALL with two hours of pushing. The baby's head was not straight on, it was a little cockeyed, so he was not able to pass under the pelvic bone. He was in distress, and even if I managed to get his head past the pelvic bone, the doctor seriously doubted that I would be able to get his shoulders out. So his recommendation was to move to a c-section.

I completely flipped out. I had DH go get my mom from the waiting room so that both of them could talk to me. They both said I needed to have it immediately, but I was super scared. I can see that I wasn't thinking clearly, because I really didn't understand that the baby was in distress, so instead I started babbling about my singing and how I need my abs. Luckily, my mom and DH cleared things up very quickly and I agreed, after 21 hours of labor.

They sent me in and to be honest, I think they gave me something to calm me down because I was a wreck. The surgery itself wasn't bad, I couldn't feel anything and DH was good about talking to me and distracting me. John Christopher was born at 1:25 a.m., weighing 7 pounds, 1 ounce. They showed him to me over the sheet and I thought he was beautiful!

John and DH went to recovery while they finished sewing and stapling me up, and I joined them around 2:00. I was so in love with him, even though I can't remember much about the recovery room. I did ask the doctor afterwards why he thought I couldn't push him out, and although I can't remember the exact answer because I was loopy, it was something along the lines of: a combination of his cockeyed position and the muscle patterns of my uterus (?) So it seemed like it was a physical mismatch. He put it this way: an oval block can only go through an oval hole one way, if it's tilted even a little bit it won't go through. In fact, John still has a red circle on the back of his head where he was trying to push through but couldn't get past the pelvic bone.

Overall, the recovery has been up and down. The first day was bad, but each day has gotten better. The nurses said I had it bad because I labored for so long and then ended up with a c-section. I guess the bonus is I don't have any tearing or episiotomy, my bleeding has been about the same as a period. Once I'm sitting I feel pretty good, though getting up and down is a challenge. I am usually pretty cheery in the mornings, but in pain and a hormonal mess by evening.

John is doing really well, he is eating a TON, about 2 ounces every 1-3 hours. Turns out nothing was wrong with him, the amniotic fluid thing was fine. DH is actually more of a pro with him than I am at this point, since I wasn't able to do much at the beginning, and still am not up to par. But every time I sit down to feed him and look into his eyes I just fall in love with him even more!!

I would advise moms-to-be to really be educated about c-sections, I refused to consider that I might need one because I was scared, and it turns out that the lack of info made me more scared. I was definitely disappointed in a few things, like that I couldn't hold him right away, but I know in my heart that I did everything I could, and I even ended up doing more than I thought I was capable of!

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Typing one handed...(I'll try to add birth story later)

Owen George, 5/1/08 (38w3d) 10:14pm, 8 lbs. 8 oz. / 21.5"

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Isabell Grace Elise King Is Here

We went in for an appt at 1130 to have membranes scraped, doc sent me for an nst just to be safe. That went well and I ran into her on my way out and she looked at my belly and decided that baby was just to big and since she was on duty that night she wanted to have me come in to be induced.

We arrived at hospital about 630pm, got weighed and admitted into our birthing room. They monitored me for a lil bit and i was actually starting to have contractions-some i felt some i didnt-that were 3-4 mins apart. they put me on pitocin at the lowest level and it didn't take long for me to feel them pretty good. As the nurse put it-my body took that lil bit of pit and ran with it. by 11 they were getting way intense and with the epi guy half hr away i decided i wanted them to call him before we got either to far (i was SURE i was making progress by now) or it got to bad for me to sit still for them to put it in. Doc checked me-i'm at ONE CM! Doc felt that if i had epi i wouldn't progress any further and what was the point of inducing (how many of you progressed much quicker once had epi and relaxed???)

By 1230a.m. My contractions were literally on top of each other, they would come down halfway and start again. I was done, without having that break in between to relax and breathe etc with as strong as they were (I had been moaning and crying through them for over an hr) I felt like such a wimp at this point!! the doc checked me again, YAY 3 cm and fully effaced she decided i had progressed enough to call for epi-and they turned that stupid pit off! (still only on lowest level) contractions were still a min apart and more then moaning through them when epideral guy got there and sitting up and forward made it hurt even when NOT contracting! (come to find out my water bag was bulging causing my discomfort throughout the night). They got to be mild enough I could breathe through with hubby supporting in front of me and my (awesome) nurses hand while they did epi-I had this sinking feeling when he warned me would feel in leg and it shot through my right leg enough to make it kick. But nothin on left! Sure enough I still could move both legs...but felt left side in bikini area and while....kinda where my labia was at. I also felt through my "bottom" and in lower back. The epi guy told me he didn't want me to be completely numb becuz I wouldn't be able to help the doc push (i beg to differ i had no feeling with my other two and they were pushed out in mins!) GGRRRGGRRR. I finally got epi in affect about 130-but within in an hr they were getting intense again. he upped it a lil bit and that numbed right side up again and just the left to deal with but edge was off.

I labored for a few more hrs, and around 430 they broke my water and i was ten cm and fully effaced-but izzy was still not even at 0 station! she was then worried from amount of fluid (we knew ahead of time) that we had a prolapsed chord and decided she needed her down so to move along they turned my pit not only back on but UP AND turned my epi OFF!!! OMG! is about all I can say (you natural women are stronger then I, the pain was unbearable) baby was fine, no distress and as soon as she left room nurse turned epi back on ! About 15 mins later A diff doctor came in (head doctor of OB) as mine had to still hadnt moved down enough, and he wanted her to come down on her own some so i wasn't pushing for so long and over exhausting. This is about the time I start feeling the urge to push, pain is already about as intense as pre epi (basicly just diff places), i felt pressure repeatedly but she wasn't there yet. NOT pushing through those contractions, a min apart at most was HORRID and at 530 I told nurse I can't NOT push anymore! She finally consented if it felt better to just push, I finished one push and she stated if she moved labia she could see hair and figured we had a lil bit. One more push and it got hectic-she's yellin she needs the doc and is basicly using her hand to hold the head in (starting crowning) doc comes in (and oh yea-so glad i had read of the ring of fire cuz I knew EXACTLY what y'all been talking about now....and felt it all and all the way around while the doc comes in gets gown on , tray out, table dropped, lights down and me moved to end of table via three nurses......Isabell Grace Elise King was born at 545 at 9lbs 7 oz and 21.5, she looked huge! lol took 45 mins to finish cleaning up tests etc etc but its all done in room and she screamed whole time. I've got a second degree tear and we were told the next day that she had suffered a fractured clavicle during delivery-that it wasn't to uncommon for a baby her size vs. my size and would heal in a few weeks easily and with minor discomfort. We just have to be careful when changing, picking up and position for bf.

Bf going Eh have a stupid side but hopefully back on track and appetite picked up so crossin fingers!
Before first hold...

First day home

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Baby Boogs: The story of Charles Sig

Hi everyone! I'm home from the hospital, after practically kicking and screaming at them to let me go! Thanks Kami, for posting the update and pics! Sorry if everything seems a little hectic/crazy, I'm still really tired and all over the place but feeling great. I had the grave disappointment of the pediatrician telling me yesterday he allowed for discharge Saturday so long as my doctor did. But then I found out my doctor said no so I had to spend another night and part of the morning in the hospital.

The birth was alright. Ironically enough, when I was hooked up in pre-op, I was having contractions every 7 - 10 minutes but not feeling them and they were progressing! The worst part was the suspense of waiting to have it done. Once I was numbed it was a little freaky. I didn't like not being able to feel myself breathing or knowing that someone was cutting me open on the other side of a little screen. But Jesse was there and helped me stay calm. I knew Charlie was born when I could feel all the weight of my stomach relieved and then I heard him crying and I knew at that minute that boy was gonna have a set of lungs on him! Then I got kind of sad cos they called Jesse over to do dad things while I was chopped open like a turkey and having stuff yoinked out of me. Finally, they brought the kiddo over to me and I saw him for 30 seconds and he looked at me with his big blueish grey eyes and looked like an angry little old gnome. Then he was whisked off to the nursery and they finished me up and I spent 3 hours in recovery.

I didn't get to see Charlie till around 5 in the afternoon. Jesse came in a little later followed by my sister and my mom. They hung out for a while, took pics, etc. etc. Then my sister and my mom left. I had to try to feed the kiddo. He didn't want to eat. The first night was hard. He didn't want to bf or anything. Eventually we had to bottle feed him and he didn't like that much either. Between trying to bf him and bottle feed him, the nurses made me get up and walk around. I didn't know I would be mobile so soon because I wasn't doing very well in recovery. It took me 3 hours before I could move my toe and they don't let you leave till you can at least move your toes.

The next morning I begged them to take my catheter out at 5 instead of 6 because I was running around, my pain meds were wearing off and it was annoying me. We did that and after I was running around taking care of the kid. Jesse came over and we tried to feed him again and he took on with no probs and ate like it was going out of style. Then he got circumcised that day and totally forgot how to bf afterwards!

Since the get-go, he has been really bad at night. Super fussy. My first 3 days I got maybe 6 hours of sleep. I feel super worn down from my lack of sleep and to a lesser extent my c-section. Oddly enough, I don't think the recovery is too horrible. I've been on top of my meds and I'm up and about as if no one ever cut me open!

I was looking forward to being discharged today. I got to go home by 9. They removed my staples and everything was all good. The kiddo was a little fussy when we got home but he's doing better now. He ate, pooped, and is sleeping. It took a while but everything worked out.

Anyway, he's been on and off in terms of bf'ing. He was kinda dumb about it at first, then he took on nicely, then after his circumcision he forgot again. When we got home he forgot how great he was doing in the hospital. As weird as I am/was about it all, I think a huge part of the discomfort is how my husband would be around it cos it's not something we've talked about. But he was there while one of the nurses was telling us how to do it. He helped out in terms of getting pillows situated for me and getting me burping cloths, handing me the baby, burping, suggesting things to do to help make it easier. Anyway, when it was working, he'd sit there and hang out with me.

Saturday was really f'd up because my sister's boyfriend or whatever he is was arguing with her and so she was taking it out on everyone else. She started yelling at my mom and then even at me right after I got Charlie to sleep! Inside the hospital room! Then she stormed out and slammed the door and Charlie woke up and started to cry. My mom left then so I could feed him since he was up and later her and my sister were really arguing to the point the two of them wouldn't even be in the same room together. So to make my mom mad, my sister comes into my room so my mom can't be in there. She starts giving me crap about things and I'm just ignoring her. The my mom comes in and they argue. I had called my husband to get back cos he went home to get the camera from charging and he comes back and my sister and mom aren't talking to each other. Then my sister goes off on my mom and starts yelling at her and then at me. I finally get frustrated and tell her to leave because she is upsetting the baby. She then starts yelling at me about stuff and my husband gets up and tells her to go and she is being a jerk to him saying "Oh now you have to get involved. You're not even part of this family so stay out." My husband gets up and is about half ready to chuck her out the door before she leaves on her own. My sister made me cry and I was just frustrated and Jesse was trying to comfort me. He tells my mom that he doesn't care if my sister is my mom's daughter or not, if she gives me or my mom crap one more time, he won't hesitate to throw her head into the wall. Long story short, because of my sister, my mom left earlier today than she wanted to and we didn't get to do Mother's Day breakfast.

After that whole ordeal, Charlie didn't want to eat later on at night. He was fussy and crying. Jesse had gone home a while ago. I just went to sleep. A few minutes later Charlie was all upset and wouldn't stop crying. He wasn't hungry. His diaper was cleaned. I was in tears after trying for 2 hours to figure something out. Finally I called Jesse over and he said he was trying to sleep and I lost it and broke down. He came over right away and stayed from 2 am to 4 am helping me out. We finally accomplished getting Charlie to eat. Apparently he wanted to be with Daddy for a bit. After Daddy calmed him down he ate. Then he pooped later and went to sleep. At 4 am, Jesse tucked Charlie in, then he tucked me in, gave us both a kiss and went home to take care of the pug dog. Sure enough, 5 minutes after he left, Charlie started crying. So I spent the rest of the night just holding him while laying down in bed. I slightly fell asleep and woke up a few hours later. He was sleeping really well so I just let him be. I woke him up a little later to feed and change him and he went off for his final check up for discharge. I called my mom and Jesse and they all came to pick us up and that was the end of the hospital stay.

Jesse made me breakfast at home. The house was messy. It was pretty sad. I was holding Charlie on my lap ready to bf him. Jesse was sitting on my left side. I fell asleep on the couch, boob out, Charlie sleeping in my arms. Jesse sat there and just watched us to make sure we were ok. He figured I hadn't got any sleep. Charlie was fussy all day. He'd just leave us alone.

Anyway, details: Charles Sig was born on May 8, 2008 at 11:54 am weighing 8 lbs 9 oz and was 20" long. He responds to Baby Boogs oddly enough! It's so cute seeing Jesse holding him. He's so cautious about it.

FYI, some more of my sister's negativity: she said how "fat" I got when she came up and that my stretch marks looked horrible. She was super pissed when she saw me today when I left the hospital cos my husband said how great I looked and he said I looked like I was only 5 months pregnant the day of my surgery. I LOVE whatever my OB did in terms of fixing my c-section cos I joke he must have given me a tummy tuck too! I don't have the cottage cheese tummy, in fact my skin is really tight. BF'ing is doing miracles in terms of making my uterus go down. The nurses who were doing my recovery belly rubs were shocked at how awesome I was doing. Biggrin I'm only 11 lbs lighter than I was before I gave birth but I swear I feel like I look like I'm 30 lbs lighter! It's crazy! My sis was super pissed cos she was expecting me to look like crap and be all swollen and globby looking and instead I look and feel great! My swelling went down big time too! My face and legs look thinner already! I'm so happy! Also, I think my milk came in today. I don't feel super painfully engorged nor are my boobs huge. They just feel a little warm compared to the rest of my body and then depending how long I wait to feed it starts to feel hot/burn/tingle a little. They don't feel heavy. My nipples are sore but are toughening up. I think I'm doing pretty good w/ bf'ing considering my circumstances of being completely freaked out/disturbed by it. I guess it's different once you do it though. Especially after the other night when he was on my lap kinda lazy eyed and I took my boob out and both Jesse and I caught his look of his eyes opening huge and a big open mouthed "feed me" smile. We couldn't help but laugh! I actually like bf'ing him cos I get to see his little eyes. Even though the eye color isn't in yet, I can tell he's gonna have his dad's eyes!

Here's a before/after of me and my c-section belly with staples.

Here's the before at 38w5d


And the c-section staples, note the "shelf" isn't that bad!

On that note, here's links to all our pictures. Click for a bigger image:

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Well I was scheuled for a c section on May 5th. I had an amniocentesis done at 9am that morning to make sure that her lungs were well developed. We then came back home for a couple hours while waiting on the results. We returned to the hospital at 1pm and prepped for surgery. Alexis Kay was delivered at 3:59pm with the cord around her neck twice. Everything went well and we returned to our room to cuddle and BF. We spent 2 days there and was released on Wednesday afternoon. She didn't need any help breathing or any other issues. The doctor did say that it was a good thing we did the c section rather than try for a VBAC because they could see the bag of waters through the uterus wall because it was so incredibly thin at the scar. Nothing out of the ordinary to report here. We are both healthy and doing great! Oh but I did start labor before the c sec. my contractions were about 4 1/2 mins apart and quite regular while getting prepped for the surgery.

Alexis Kay
Born Monday May 5th at 3:59pm
6 lbs 9 oz and 18 inches

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Nicholas (Cole) Zachary's Birth Story

As my friend Robin posted, Nicholas (Cole) Zachary was born on Thursday morning, May 15 at 5:44 am (39w4d gestation). Labour actually started on Tuesday evening (I had seen my OB in the morning and she had swept the membrane) and progressed through the night until Wednesday morning when the contractions were about 6 minutes apart but starting to get to the point where I couldn't "silently suffer" through them anymore - and I hadn't slept. DH and I went to the hospital at that time, only to be told after an hour that the contractions were slowing down and I was still only 1 cm dilated.

DH and I went home to wait things out and the contractions started getting even further apart. It was really unpredictable. Then, sometime on Wednesday evening, the contractions were about 20 minutes apart and really painful, but we knew not to attempt to go back to the hospital until they were 3-5 minutes apart. Well, at about midnight, I couldn't take the pain anymore even if the contractions were only 6-7 minutes apart. By the time we got to the hospital, just after midnight, I could barely sign in and then walk to the L&D area because they were probably about 2 minutes apart.

I was hooked up to the monitors and Cole's heartrate decelerated quickly on the first 2 contractions that they saw, so there was no way they were going to send me home. It seemed to be a problem with me lying on my left because everything was okay once I was on my right.

Unfortunately, even though I was in a lot of pain, the anaesthetist had just gone into a c-section so I had to wait for the epi. When I finally got it, I could barely sit still because I was shaking so much, but the nurse (who was there for the entire process) was great, and put up with the crushing pressure I put on her hands. I was a much happier woman once the epi kicked in, but when I look back, I probably had less than 2 hours of any relief. Still, I was able to doze off for a bit.

DH, of course, was with me but we decided not to call my dad (my 2nd "coach") until I was actually ready to push. At one point, the contractions slowed down again (argh!) but they broke my water and administered oxytocin to speed things up again - I think because by this time I'd already been "labouring" for over well over 30 hours. Just before 5am, I was measuring about 4 cm but I could feel the pressure of the baby's head and the contractions started to come really fast and painfully. (I wondered if the epi was doing anything!) I was told to start pushing, and within 40 minutes, Cole was born! It was really painful even though I tried to work with the contractions. I was assured during (and afterwards) that I was an excellent pusher and had really good control because I wasn't letting the baby slip back. Right at the end, the nurse told me to rest between contractions, but really, there's a point where there's no way it's going to be the least bit comfortable to stop in between so I asked if I could just keep pushing. I knew that if the baby's head made it out, the rest would be a breeze!

At about the point when Cole entered the world, DH started to feel faint and had to sit down, so my Dad was able to cut the cord without any argument. (Not that I expected one.) My Dad's been retired for 3 years but he knew the delivering OB, so seeing him get into things was part of the reason I wanted him to be there. He's normally such a quiet guy, but he gets really animated around people he knows and used to work with.

When they showed me my baby boy, one of my first thoughts was: He's so cute that even my mom will have to think so! She is notorious for thinking babies are all ugly at birth, but there have been exceptions to her rule and Cole is one of them. Smile On the funnier side, now that I look back, my other thought was that I wasn't sure I wanted to touch him at first because he was covered in blood! They also asked if I wanted to touch the baby's head as he was crowning (no way!) and if I wanted a mirror (again, no way!)... Seeing the baby for the first time was what I was there for, not all the other stuff. Wink Strangely enough, I had a harder time holding still when the doctor was stitching up my tear. They actually had to give me gas which made me dizzy but did the trick.

We spent 2 days at the hospital (a standard stay) and Cole turned out to be a pro at latching on. I'm dealing with a certain amount of pain which I attribute to the fact that my right breast was essentially "flattened" for an instant when I was in that car crash in March, so my right nipple is really sensitive. I may end up pumping on that side and only presenting the left breast for breastfeeding if my nipple doesn't "harden up".

The only little incident we had was on the second night, just hours before the second test for jaundice. Cole had a borderline level for jaundice only due to the fact that levels are different for babies with part Asian heritage, but he was looking good and feeding well so we figured he’d get through with flying colours. Well, he threw up just as we were about to start a scheduled feeding, and then he wouldn’t eat. He was actually 45 minutes behind schedule already. This wasn’t good! We opted to give him some formula and that was just the jumpstart he needed. An hour after the formula feeding, he wanted the breast back and he was all good to go home in the morning.

So, we’re home. I’m a bit sore but have lived through 2 BM’s in spite of having a few hemorrhoids. I think the stitches are the most sore now and the really bad bleeding is mostly gone. (Thank goodness! I hated those “mama diapers” you have to wear!) So, once I’m just a bit more comfortable, I am going to start sleeping on my stomach. I can’t wait!


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The Birth Story of
Emerald Rose B
Wednesday May 14th, 2008
7lbs 11.5oz 21.5 in

On Tuesday May 13th at 11:50pm Sterling and I walked into the Birth Centerto start my induction. I was being induced for going overdue and so that they could be ready to control any bleeding issues that I may have due to my Von Willebrands. The nurses were all ready for me and we were sent to a labor and delivery room right away. I was hooked up to the monitures right away so that they could get a baseline readout on the baby. The baby looked great, she had a nice strong heart rate and I was having some mild contractions. The nurse then tried to get my IV hooked up; she tried once in each arm with no success. The digging in my arm was a bit painful but I ended up laughing through it because I was watching ’s reaction to it. He hates IV and needles being put into me and he had to sit down after the first IV attempt. After the nurse failed two times she called in the “IV team”. A little while later a small woman walked in and rolled her eyes at the failed IV attempts on my arms. She then spent the next 20 minutes poking at my arm with her fingers trying to find a good vein to start the IV. Once she found that prime spot she got the IV in the first try.
About the time that 2am rolled around the nurse was ready to give me my first tablet of miso to help ripen my cervix and hopefully get labor going. I was at a 2cm dilated. and I then tried to get some sleep. I was woken up a few times during the night from the nurse coming in to adjust the heart rate monitor because we kept loseing the baby, she was moving around like crazy. At 5am I recived a second dose of miso, I was really hoping that I would be in labor by now, but I had no such luck. The miso caused my contractions to get a little harder but nothing regular that was progressing.
At 8:30am on Wednesday May 14th a new nurse came into my room and started me up on the pitocin. My OBcame into the room and broke my water to get things rolling, I was still only 2cm dilated. Immediately after that I started to have regular contractions 2-4 minutes apart. Everytime I had a contraction I had to close my eyes. There was no need for a focal point, I just kept my eyes closed through the contractions, then would talk to once they were over. I labored on the birth ball for a little while, and then moved into the tub. The nurse had me hooked up to monitors that I could ware in the tub and walk around with. I felt so much better in the tub, but my back was still hurting. I turned very inside myself while in labor, I just wanted to be left alone (well I wanted Sterling there as long as he did not touch me), close my eyes and not be touched. I continued to labor in the tub with the nurse coming in every now and again to move the heart rate monitor because we were still losing the baby. The contractions were starting to get hard to breathe trough and I was telling Sterlingthat I wanted my epidural; he kept telling me that I could do it and I was getting closer with each contraction. Around 11am the nurse came back in and asked me to move to the bed so that she could check me. I agreed thinking that once I was in bed I could get my epidural.
Once I crawled back into the bed I had one contraction and it hurt so bad to have it while lying down. She then checked me and told me that I was at 8cm, but she also told me that she did not like how the baby’s heart rate was going down so low with each contraction so she was going to place a monitor on baby’s head so that we could keep a closer eye on her. I felt so bad for the baby because I felt her move around as soon as the monitor was in place, it must have hurt her some. The next contraction after the monitor was in I felt the urge to push, so I started pushing. I was lying on my left side and it hurt so much to be lying down and my back was in horrible pain. I had two contractions like this, I was pushing with out telling the nurse and she checked me again and told me that I was at a full 10. The nurse called for people to come in and set up the room for delivery and called for my
Emerald Rose was born at 12:03pm, she was placed right on my chest, but I did not get to hold her for very long because she was not breathing. The nurse had called in the nursery team prior to her being born because of her heart rate dropping so much. The team took Emmy and placed her in the little basinet and worked on her to get her breathing, they had to use the little breathing pump to get some air in her before she finally took that first breath on her own. was great and did as I asked and stayed by Emmy’s side the whole time. They had to use a little bit of oxygen on Emmy too. As they were getting ready to take Emmy down to the nursery Sterling asked that I got to hold her again before they left and I was finally able to see her little face and give her a kiss before she had to leave the room.
While Emmy and Sterling were gone my
I then spent a very lonely hour and a half by myself waiting for and Emmy to come back. Finally they came back in and I was able to properly meet my little girl. I spent the rest of the day doing skin to skin with her. The poor thing was so sleepy after her birth; she did not even try to nurse till she was 12 hours old.
Overall I’m very happy with the way things turned out; I truly feel that induction was the right thing to do after learning about her cord. It scares me to think of what may have happened if I waited longer to deliver her. I’m very proud of myself for doing the delivery with out any pain meds, I really did not think that I could do it. I really do wish that she was not in distress and that I was able to hold her longer right after she was born, but because those things are out of my control I’m pleased that things worked out and that Emmy is well.

I'll add some pictures later.

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Tristan's Birth Story

Tristan William was born Wed. May 7th at 8:46 pm. He wieghed 7 pounds 12 ounces, and was 20 inches long.

So, I was scheduled for an induction for Tuesday morning, but the hospital was so completely packed that I couldn't go. So They got me in at about 12noon on Wed instead. It took the nurse forever to get through the paper work and actually start the pitocin! I was 2cm which I had been for about a week. The reason for the induction was elective due to my horrible braxton hicks contractions which had been keeping me up and very painful for a month. (I had pitocin and thought that was *nothing* compared to my stupid braxton hicks)

So, I was on pitocin for about 3 hours (2-5pm) when my water finally broke on it's own. I was still 2cm, and my contractions were nothing. I still got my epidural though. Smile Took a while to get that in and started. They started me off on my left side which put tristan in a strange position which made my uterus not contract right, and made his heart rate start to really decelerate. Then after an hour (still at 2cm) I got to switch to my right (WOOHOO!) Tristan imediately kicked super hard which forced his head down into the birth canal, my uterus contracted really hard over him, and the rest of my amniotic fluid came out and we were in business!! I feel asleep for about 45 mins and felt super strange when I woke up. I asked to be checked and the nurses were like, whatever lady! But I was 8cm! So they said to rest and they would get a doc lined up to catch and everything ready. After about 10 more mins I was feeling like if I looked I would see his head! So, I called the nurse and she was like whatever again, but I was complete and his head WAS there!!! lol!

So she says "cough a little" so I do and she's like "wo wo wo, ok ok, stop stop!!" She ran and got the doc and a few mins later Tristan was here!

So, once my body got it's act together it only took about 1.5 hours to go from 2cm to Tristan being here. So crazy! From the time my water broke I think it was about 3-4 hours. Smile

The rush on the hospital of laboring women was still in full swing too - I took the last bed in recovery and they had to send people over to another nearby hospital!

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So here's Jacob's birth story (FINALLY!!!!!)
On Tuesday, 5-13-08 I had my 39w appointment and was sent for a measuring u/s because of the baby's size. His estimated birth weight is I went to my due date was 10lbs 4oz. He was really high, showed no signs of engaging, and my body also wasn't interested in the whole labor thing (no dilation or effacement- nothing). The doctor brought up the idea of a c-section because of all the info. I suggested inducing because I really wanted a natural birth, but because Jacob was so high it was too dangerous to induce. We consulted with three other doctors and they all agreed that the risks were very high with an induction for me, and in all hoesty the odds of me ending up with a c-section even after the induction were pretty high so we scheduled the c-section for Thursday 5-15-08.

Jacob David was born on Thursday May 15th at 1:48pm. He weighed 8lbs 7oz and was 21 inches long. He is the most perfect, precious, wonderful thing ever to grace the planet (IMO). They had a really hard time getting him out because he was so high up- the anesthesiologist was pushing from my chest, they used the vacuum, and it was a bit scary for a moment or two. But he arrived safe and happy- ready to go.

He latched on almost immediately when put to the breast and was doing really well until my milk came in and now seems to be experiencing some difficulty -okay lots of difficulty so I am pumping and bottle feeding for now- we continue to try each and every day and I'm sure he will get it sooner or later.


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Jenifer Rose M. born at 37 weeks and 5 days on 28th April at 6.22am, weighing 6lb 9oz.

Will add a birth story later on, with some pics.......

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On Thursday May 15th at 3PM in the afteroon I developed severe diarrheah. Of course, accompanying this was cramping/backache. I drank lots of water trying to stay hydrated, but just could not get comfortable or get the cramping to stop. I was starting to wonder whether it might actually be labor contrax and not just digestive issues. I emailed my Peri at about 4:30, at which time the cramping was subsiding. He told me if it continued or got stronger, to go into L&D. I was still not convinced that this was anything more than a stomach bug, and since they had essentially gone away, I stayed home. Around 6PM they started up again, still accompained by BM. There was nothing I could do to make the cramping/lower backache stop. I found it funny that the most comfortable position was squatting over my bed onto my stepstool, which in hindsight is a key birthing position! I decided to go to and time them. They were 1-3mins apart lasting from 15-70secs. Everything I had read had said to go in to L&D when your contrax were 5min apart, so since mine were so close I thought there was no way this was more than indigestion, so I must be wrong about labor starting :rolleyes: I was too uncomfortable to watch television on the couch, so I tried sleeping. That was uncomfortable too and all I wanted to do was walk or sway. Finally by 11PM after finding out Immodium AD was not approved for pregnancy :rolleyes:, I decided I should probably get checked out. I was in a lot of pain and the contrax were on top of each other, but DD was asleep, so I agreed to drive myself to the hospital while DH stayed home with a sleeping DD. The drive was agonizing and I contemplated whether or not I would make the 20min drive. Luckily I had no more BM from that point on, but the car ride was intense, needless to say. Upon arriving to Triage I am monitored and my contractions are 1-3mins apart and showing no signs of letting up. Baby’s heartbeat was fine, which I was so worried about considering I was contracting so frequently. At this point I am checked for dilation and am 1cm (was a fingertip dilated on Tuesday). So the contractions were doing something, but I still didn’t think I’d be staying that night! Also had ketones in my urine b/c of dehydration. Next thing I know I hear the Nurse calling the Dr, getting off the phone, and telling me through the curtain that I was being “sectioned” now!!! I was in total shock. I thought for sure since I was not in active labor, they would just give my an IV to stop the dehydration and send my on my merry way.
Of course I have no reception on my cellphone, but the wonderful nurse brought me the hospital’s portable phone and told me I could make any phone calls I needed. I called DH first, of course and he doesn’t know what to do with DD (as far as babysitter goes). Plus he refused to call anyone at 1AM! He left it to me to take care of! So here I am in labor going through my entire phonebook trying to get someone awake to answer the phone, drive to our house, and relieve DH so he can arrive at the hospital in time for the birth. Meanwhile, I am hearing that there is someone currently in operation room and would be done in 45min. And that there are 3 unplanned c-sec (myself included), but they want me to go first! (Dr did not want my contractions to cause uterine abruption b/c of prior c-sec. Plus he was anticipating a LARGE baby—what a joke!). So by this time I have gotten a hold of one of DH’s coworkers who lives 30mins from us. She agrees to babysit. Of course she has to get dressed, get gas, and tells us it will be about 45min. DH is 20mins from the hospital, too. The nurses were great and trying to help stall, and so was the anesthesiologist, but the Dr would not budge on delivering me first. At this point DH has called the hospital phone twice insisting I make them wait (what the heck was I to do?) or telling me he was just going to bring DD and they’s have to deal with it (would never happen!). He was stressing me out so much, and I could barely talk on the phone and he wanted me to take care of all this crap. Grrrr.
DH ended up driving 120mph to arrive to the hospital just as I was finished being prepped for the c-sec.
Rylan Michael was born on May 16th 2008 at 2:08AM. Weighing in at a whopping 6lbs9oz and 19in long! APGARS were 7 and 9. He has a head of very blonde hair, and practically no visible eyelashes or eyebrows. He is a very easy-going baby.

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[SIZE=2] Stats:
~Adriana Mary
~born on May 23, 2008
~at 4:34 am
~7 lbs, 12 oz
~20.86 inches long
~born via c-section at 39 weeks

Her birth story:
~May 22: I noticed first thing in the morning that the baby wasn't moving around like normal. I also had a few really loose BM. A bit later in the day, I began to have menstrual cramps, and my stomach would harden and swell on the right side of my belly during the cramps. This went on pretty much until I went to bed at around 11pm.
~May 23: 1:10am I woke up to go to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I felt a little "pop". When I walked out of the bathroom, I felt a small trickle of fluid down my leg. The cramps were now starting to increase in intensity. Not sure what I should do, I started to pack for the hospital. I wasn't 100% sure my water broke, but a few gushes later, it seemed pretty obvious. Hubby woke up and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was packing "in case" I was in labor. The contractions were getting more intense, and they were about 5 minutes apart. I called the hospital, and they said to come right in. We woke up hubby's sister, who lives downstairs so she could stay with Jordana, finished packing, and left for the hospital.
We got to the hospital about 30 minutes later. My contrax were about 4-6 minutes apart. Once I got out of the truck, my water really came out and soaked my pants. They were ready for me at admitting, and got me into a room. The nurse asked me if I was going to have the c/s, or try VBAC. I told her I wasn't sure, but would love to talk to the doctor about it. She seemed very optimistic, because I went into labor on my own, I was dilated to 3 cm and the baby's head was very low. She figured labor would go fast. She had asked if the fluid was clear and I said yes. When I looked at my pad, I realized that there was a brown color to it. She later confirmed that it was meconium. That scared me.
The on-call doctor came, and we discussed VBAC. He was very open to the idea. I told him that I would love to have a vaginal birth, but I was concerned about the meconium. I said a little prayer for wisdom. The doctor did an internal exam, and confirmed that I was dilated to 3-4 cm. When he was doing the exam, I had a contraction, and the baby's heart rate decelerated. I decided right there that I wanted a c/s. They began to prep me for surgery. The contrax were becoming very intense and painful. I was surprised for how early we were in labor. I could barely control myself and every contrax was getting stronger and about 2-3 minutes apart. We would later discover why they were getting so painful...
They finally wheeled me to the OR and I was dying for that spinal! The spinal was a breeze and a welcomed relief. Hubby came in, surgery began, and I started to shake like a leaf, just like last time. Hubby and I just quietly chatted as they opened me up. Finally, I heard them say here's the baby, and I just started to cry. A few seconds later, they held her up over the sheet, and I saw her perfect little face for the first time. I was sobbing. Hubby said "it's another girl!". I said "I told you so!" He went over and took pictures and cut the cord while they sewed me up. She screamed the whole time, lol. It was music to my ears! Hubby finally brought her over, and they placed her on my chest. I just fell in love. She got 8 and 9 on her apgars. They took her off my chest, and hubby held her until I was done. All I could hear was her sucking on her hands! I knew she was ready to breastfeed! Finally, they were done. The doctor said to me good thing you went with your instincts and had the c-section. When we opened you up, we realized that your uterus had ruptured :shock: He said that I showed no signs of a ruptured uterus, so we would have been in serious trouble had we proceeded with a VBAC.Thankfully, the tear missed major vessels, so I did not bleed out and the baby was very lucky too. She was actually coming out of the uterus when they opened me up. I was in shock when he told me. Things could have gone down a terrible road for both the baby and I. I thank God that He gave me the wisdom to make the right choice in having the c/s.
In recovery, I continued to shake for a few hours. It wasn't very fun. As predicted, the baby took to breastfeeding right away and had a great latch. I was very happy!

3 hours later, I was brought to my room, and continued to nurse the baby. She's so amazing! Hubby had to go home and take care of Jordana, so it was pretty much just the baby and I the whole time. Every time a new nurse would come on duty, she would remark at the amazing birth and how lucky we were to come out of it the way we did. They were also shocked at how quickly I was recovering. The IV and catheter came out the first night, so I[/SIZE][SIZE=2] was on my feet [/SIZE][SIZE=2]and doing everything myself. it was a bit of a rough night, but the nurses were wonderful.
I was actually discharged on Saturday night, but stayed until Sunday morning, because I would have had to go back today to get the staples removed anyways.
So, we're now home. my incision hurts, but I'm doing well. Jordana is in love with her little sister. I couldn't be happier! Thanks for reading Smile


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Jonathan MacInnes was born May 8 at 4:09pm. 20.5 "long and 7.10 lbs.

So my water broke May 7 at 8:30am. I got admitted at 3pm and at 8:30pm they put me on Pitocin. At 12pm on May 8 the contractions were hurting. I had 28 of 30 ML of Pitocin in me and had gone from 1 centimeter to 1.5. It was too much to handle. I was so bummed. So I got the epidural and in an hour went from 1.5 to 9.5 and then pushed about ten times. The delivery was great. I could feel everything, but wasn't in horrible pain. I barely tore which was great. I was up and out of bed 30-40 minutes after (once placenta was delivered and they cleaned me up). I couldn't have asked for a better experience. I was bummed about the Pitocin, but it had to be done. I was trying to control the situation and by not just letting go I wasn't dilating.

Johnny is almost 3 weeks. It has been an emotional/amazing few weeks. Breastfeeding has been hard, but we finally have it down. At his two week appt he was up to 8.3lbs. We were happy about that as he had dropped to 6.14lbs.

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Cael Ian Everett's Birth Story

The stats:
Cael Ian Everett
Born at 7:25am, Wednesday May 21st
9lbs 0oz, 21 1/4 inches

Well like I said in my last post (Tuesday night), I saw my doctor on Tuesday morning who did a cervical check (2cm, high and thick) and "got things moving". So labour technically started around noontime. I wasn't sure the cramps I was having were actual contractions so I started timing when the "cramps" were coming anyway just to see. They were coming pretty consistently, between 5 and 10 minutes apart and they were gaining in intensity. So at about 8pm I called my doula and she said it sounded like I was definitely in early labour. I got pretty excited then and I grabbed my ball and started bouncing through each contraction. I made sure I had plenty of liquids and I used the bathroom often. I tried to lay down around midnight to get a little rest but that was impossible b/c they really started to hurt then. They started to get further apart but a lot more intense so at around 2:15am I woke up DF (who had only just fallen asleep since he was so nervous/excited) and told him he needed to call the doula. So he did and she arrived at 3am and said we definitely should get moving to the hospital. Poor Tim (DF) was in such a state cause he was so worried about me but he managed to drive to the hospital (forgetting both the video camera and digital camera behind, haha) and our doula followed behind.
We got there at 4am. I was ready to hit the nurse at L&D cause Tim wheeled me in so fast and she just slowly got out of her chair and said "so you think you're in labour?". UM YEAH!! Anyway, they got me into a room and checked me right away, I was 4cm and very soft with a bulging waters. After about an hour of pretty intense contractions, one of the nurses suggested I get in the shower and straddle a chair backwards. So I did for about 15-20 minutes (I really didn't want to get out) and I guess it worked wonders cause when I
got out they said I was just about ready to go and they called my doctor in.

By 5:50am I was ready to start pushing (no epi or other pain meds). The contractions started to get further apart so they put me on a pit drip to speed things up. I pushed hard for an hour and 35 minutes and my little miracle was born at 7:25am. His head was turned sideways so they used a vaccuum to turn him down and to help pull him out because the labour was just going too long and the little guy was getting tired. So he's got quite a battle scar on his head but it's healing nicely. I have one very minor tear and I chose not to get any stitches. It stopped hurting later that evening.
The labour was pretty hard on Cael so they took him over to neonatal to keep an eye on him for the first couple of hours to make sure his breathing and heart rate were ok (which they were). I got to hold him for a couple minutes before they did so I was grateful for that but I was kind of sad that I couldn't take him to my room with me right away. But at the same time I was able to shower right away, eat some breakfast and even take a much-needed nap (19 hour labour) so that was good.
Cael was born with a hemangioma on the left side of his neck. It's basically a lump of blood vessels. I was a little scared at first because it looks bad (all red and purplish) but they took an ultrasound and it looks fine. Usually they will disappear after a year or two, sometimes sooner. It's just a minor imperfection and it won't hinder him at all. We will be seeing a dermatologist just to keep an eye on things.
Cael and I were discharged from the hospital on Friday May 23rd. It's so good to be home. He's breastfeeding really well and is now (at 1 week old) sleeping for 3-4 hours between feedings so I'm very happy with that. My nipples are a little sore but I expected that. I'm madly in love with my little man and I can't believe how lucky I am to have such a great baby. He's so mellow and chill when he's awake, he loves to look around and take everything in. I'm so amazed by how wonderful Tim was throughout the whole labour. He told me later that he was petrified but he never let it show for my sake. He's been fantastic since we've been home too, I really don't know what I'd do if he wasn't here.

This is my man at about 6 hours old. He was so bright and awake! (Sorry it's huge...dang photobucket...)

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Okay, so I'm only like 3 weeks late posting this, but hey, better late than never, right! Wink

So, here’s my long, drawn out birth story. It’s just a tweeked version of the Word document that I’m printing off for Madeline’s baby book, so if you read all of it, I applaud you! Wink

On Saturday, May 10th at 2am I woke up with a crampy “I need to go number 2” feeling, so I got up, went pee, tried to go number 2, couldn’t get anywhere and decided I was too tired to continue trying, so I waddled back to bed. From 2am to 4am I tossed and turned, couldn’t get comfortable, and kept having this on again off again crampy feeling. Finally at 4am I woke up and decided to try again. Again, nothing. So I went back and laid down, flipped on the TV, and started wondering what was going on. I don’t know if it was because it was so early in the morning or if I’m really just THAT slow LOL, but it finally donned on me that I was probably having contractions.

Around 5am I got up and came downstairs, checked my email, emailed DH to let him know what was going on and that I’d keep him posted. By the time I got back upstairs it was 5:30 and I tried calling my mom. She didn’t answer her cell and I didn’t want to wake the whole house up, so I decided to hop in the shower. After I showered I did my hair and make up because my neighbor and I had planned on going garage sale shopping and I wanted to be ready in case the contractions wore off. On a total side note, everyone kept telling me what silly things you’ll do when you go into labor and boy were they right. For some reason, I found it important to pluck my eyebrows! I finally got a hold of my mom and let her know what was going on. While on the phone with her I came downstairs and pulled up one of those contraction calculators and started tracking them. They were about every 4-6 minutes apart and lasting about 30-60 seconds in duration. I stayed on the phone with my mom until about 7:30 or 8 when my neighbor called and asked what was going on—she was also going to be taking me to the hospital—I told her and she said to come over. So me and my birthing ball waddled across the street and parked it in her living room. Before going to her house I called my other girlfriend who was going to be there with me and let her know what was going on. So she met me over at my neighbor’s house. Once she got there I said I wanted to go for a walk to see if the contractions continued. We walked about a mile and a half and I was still having contractions every 4-6 minutes. I decided we should go back to the house and see where things went. We hung out, watched TV, emailed back and forth with DH for a while, who, by the way, was totally freaking out and begging me just to go to the hospital! As the contractions became more intense I grew more and more nauseous. Finally at around 3:30 I had a contraction and immediately had to run to the bathroom to throw up. I could tell that my neighbor was starting to get worried, so I said I’d go to the hospital. I had already called to ask what I should do and they told me to wait until they were consistently 5 minutes apart…at the time they were still between 4 and 6 minutes, but with the throwing up and everything, I was getting worried that I’d get dehydrated, so off we went to the hospital.

We got to the hospital around 4:30, they got me in a room, checked me, and told me I was about 3-4 cm dilated, 75% effaced, and at –1 station. The nurse had me start filling out some paperwork and asked if I had a birthing plan. I told her not really a plan, just that I didn’t want pitocin or an epidural unless it was absolutely necessary. She told me that I’d have to have a hep lock, which I was expecting, and that I would probably need an IV if the throwing up continued. They called the on-call doctor, told her what was going on, etc. She finally showed up at about 6:30 and came in to check me and said I was almost 5 cm and 90% effaced. Then she asked me how long I wanted to be in labor. I kind of gave her a funny look thinking she was going to push pitocin and then my friend asked something about breaking my water and the doctor said that was what she meant. I told her I was fine with them breaking it, so she did. Once she broke my water my contractions, obviously, grew closer together and much more intense. The more the intensity grew, the more I starting throwing up. So they finally hooked me up to an IV and pumped some Reglan (I think that’s what she said it was??) into it to help with the nausea. It helped a ton, so I’m thankful for that because the throwing up was awful. I’d have a contraction, throw up, and immediately have another contraction…there was no break in between.

They came back to check me around 8:30 and said I was 6 cm dilated. I labored for a while and started getting this incredible pressure in my butt, so I said I wanted to get up to go pee. Walking around helped quite a bit, but they wanted me to stay on the monitors because her heart rate was dropping with contractions. So, instead of laying in the bed I sat on this little rolling stool they had because it was much more comfortable. I sat there for a while and the pressure in my butt grew more and more intense. So I moved to the rocking chair. I think around 8:45 or 9 I asked someone to check me because I really felt like I needed to push or something. They checked me and said I was almost 7…I was so confused. The pressure was just too much to only be at 7. So, I labored on. I sat in the rocking chair for quite a while and finally around 9:30ish I asked my friend to get someone in there…I needed to push NOW. The nurse came in and at 9:47pm I was 9cm and had just a lip of cervix left. They called the doctor and we did a couple of practice pushes, then the nurse told me to stop, we had to wait. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor arrived. She checked me and I was fully dilated and ready to go. They got everything all set up and I was finally able to push…ahh, it felt so good! LOL I was so quiet during all of the contractions and everything, but once the pushing started, I couldn’t keep quiet. Sadly, I lost all focus and control and just let out the biggest yells I could. For some reason they had left the door open, curtain closed, but in the middle of a push I heard a nurse peak her head in and say, “I’m just going to close this…” Strangely, I felt the need to apologize LOL So here I am, pushing, and saying, “I’m so sorry…I don’t mean to bother you!” Anyway, about 4 or 5 pushes and she was out. Since DH wasn’t there they had me cut her cord. That was pretty neat, but at the same time all I could think about was that DH wasn’t there for all of this. And here come the tears again! They took her over to get cleaned up and the doctor informed me I had a 2nd degree tear.

Madeline Rose entered the world at 10:06pm weighing 7lbs. 0oz. and 19 ¾ inches long. My parents live in San Diego and left around 6:30 or 7 to get here as soon as they could and finally arrived around 11 or 11:30. My mom stayed both nights in the hospital with me, thank goodness. My dad drove home on Tuesday and my mom and I drove home the following Saturday.

DH called three times during all of it. He called a couple of hours after I got to the hospital. During that phone call I totally lost it. The reality of having to do all of this without him was finally hitting me. Thankfully I was able to pull through and everything worked out exactly the way I was hoping. He called again at about midnight and I told him that we had sent a Red Cross message right after she was born, so he should be expecting that. He called again on Sunday morning at 8am and told me that he’d gotten the RC message and that he was heading to the shop to check his email. I told him that Tammy (my neighbor) had sent an email with pictures and everything, so he got totally excited. He threatened several times to jump off the ship and swim home! LOL

Anyway, on to the good stuff. Here a few pictures! Enjoy! Smile

Right after she got all cleaned up. Sorry for the blood on my hand…it was from when they put her on me and I cut her cord.

The next day. Lounging in her silly looking hospital clothes!

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Anya's birth story

Anya's Birth Story
Born 5/29/08 at 4:55 am (40 weeks, 1 day gestation)

I had been having painful “practice” contractions off and on for a few weeks, but they didn’t follow any particular rhythm. I had also had what I called “nerve pains” that would shoot pain down my legs from time-to-time. The worst was when I was walking and they came, the nerve pains would keep me from actually taking a step.

On Wednesday, Jeremy, Jacob, and my mom had come to visit me at lunch at work. We had a nice lunch and Jacob hammed it up for every one that looked at him. By 2pm, I was really beginning to feel achy so I left work at 3 pm to get a little rest and see Jacob more – I had a few contractions on the way home. Mom offered to watch Jacob so Jeremy and I could go out. We took her up on the offer.

I decided against a movie because I felt achy, so we just went out for Chinese food instead. I had a few painless (pressure) contractions) at the restaurant that were starting to follow a rhythm. We went to Target after dinner and I had a few more contractions and they were coming about 10 minutes apart but weren’t that painful. We came home and watched “Mad Money” (Katie Holmes, Diane Keaton, Queen Latifah) and I stood the whole time having contractions that were getting down to 4-5 minutes apart. They were starting to get a little painful. I didn’t feel the need to go to the hospital or even call them, yet. Jeremy brought down the hospital bag and packed some snacks so we’d be ready to go. I decided to lay down on the couch to see what happened to the contractions then. When I tried laying down, the contractions spaced out to 6 minutes apart. I decided to take the advice of my Bradley instructor and see if I could sleep through them because I was tired and thought that if this was it I was going to need my rest. I laid down in bed at 11:20 pm and had a few more contractions and fell asleep.

At about 3 am I woke up with strong contractions that were coming about 8 minutes apart. I woke up Jeremy to rub my back because they were coming on so strong and all I could do was breath through them. I decided to get out of bed and on my hands and knees for a few contractions to see if that would help the back pain – it didn’t really do much except tense up my arms and make me more uncomfortable. I got up and tried to get dressed between contractions, leaning on Jeremy when a contraction came. Jeremy asked if we should go to the hospital and I said no because they were just now coming at 4-5 minutes apart. He argued that I would still need to get from the car to L&D so I needed to be able to walk. I agreed that we were probably close enough so we gathered our stuff and I took one last picture before we left. We left for the hospital at

The contractions were now coming a steady 3-4 minutes apart as we tried to get in the car (I should’ve asked for his help getting in the car because I had one contraction with one leg in the car and one leg out with my arms leaning over the car door – not the best position!). This was the one point when I was starting to have doubts about my ability to say no the drugs – I told Jeremy that he needed to help me stay strong and not let me have an epidural. The contractions in the car involved the “oh-sh*t” bar above the passenger door – that was the best position I could find. We made it to the hospital in about 15 minutes. We parked in the parking garage and set out toward L&D on the fourth floor. We had to stop a few times for contractions between the garage and elevator B (the only one that goes to the L&D floor.) During contractions, I put my arms around Jeremy leaned my head on his shoulder and guided his hand as to where to rub my back while I attempted to breath through the contraction. At one point along the way, I said that I felt like I had to go pee. But, I was determined to get upstairs and checked in and didn’t want to delay so we continued on.

We got up to L&D and started to check in. I didn’t think I was that close because I was able to re-gain my composure between contractions. I had to answer all sorts of stupid questions – most of which I had already answered when I came in for my external version a little over a week ago. I was trying to remember what one thing they said I didn’t have to do again when I came in, but couldn’t recall it until they asked to photocopy my ID and insurance information.

At 4:45 am, we finally finished the paperwork and they started to take me down to the triage room to assess me. We got not even halfway there and the contractions were coming less than 2 minutes apart. I was hot and my relaxation breathing was heavy and forced. These contractions were the worst and there was hardly anything I could do but breath through them – Jeremy’s back massage wasn’t working anymore. I was also getting really hot. The nurse phoned somebody and said that I was really active and that they should go ahead and take me into a delivery room.

We turned around and made it into room 2. She asked me for a urine sample if I could give one. I still felt the pressure like I needed to pee so I obliged. She was also trying to get me in a gown. I sat down and nearly ripped my clothes off because I was so hot. I had a few contractions trying to give her the urine sample and dropped the cup in the toilet. I remember thinking “laboring on the toilet is pleasant? No, not really.” Jeremy asked for another cup and then I got the urge to push. Earlier that day, I had had 4 bowel movements and this felt just like the others. So, I pushed.

My water broke then and I felt a small gush. I told the nurse and she asked me to get on the bed. I stood up and felt intense pressure – she was right there. I said I needed to push, but what I really meant was that she was there and I couldn’t pull her back in. I took a few steps and felt that she was coming out. I reached down and felt her head sticking out a little. I yelled out some primal cry as I felt what was likely the “ring of fire” and asked the nurse “that’s baby right?” (all the while thinking, that if it wasn’t her head that I was quite possibly having the most embarrassing bowel movement ever). The nurse confirmed it and demanded that I get to the bed. I said “I can’t move.” I was on my tip-toes and my legs were shaking. They said “you have to.” Jeremy and one of the nurses (there were now at least two in there, as well as an OB – not sure when they got called in… maybe they heard my yelling/screaming) literally pushed/carried me over to the bed.

They asked me to sit down – I thought they were crazy and figured bending over the bed would be easier (I have a baby sticking out, I’m not going to sit on her). I went ahead and followed direction as they pushed me onto the bed sitting sideways and made me lay back on my elbows. As I sat down, most of the rest of her head was forced out. I remember hearing one of the nurses saying something about how I wasn’t wearing a gown (I only had a sports bra on) – I think I told her that I didn’t care really. They said don’t push – I wasn’t really pushing then anyway… she was coming out on her own (or else it was my powerful kegels pushing her out without my telling them – I had been doing 200/day for months now). They told me to push as the rest of her body came out and the rest of my bag of waters rushed out over the bed like a tidal wave. I was elated and my first thought was “I’m so glad she’s out!” followed by “I wanna hold my baby” and then “she’s a girl, right?” and then “I wanna nurse her” and then “okay, how soon can I get my bath (this was to be my motivator for not getting an epidural).”

They put her on my belly and cleaned her off and said that I could go ahead and try to nurse her. She latched on great and started nursing. She was so alert! While I nursed they cut the cord and they delivered the placenta – I hardly felt a thing (I was watching to see if they were going to give me a shot or anything and nothing) they just asked me to push. The placenta was healthy and not too bloody. I asked about my bath and they said I had to wait an hour. The hospital staff kept coming in and saying how well I did and how exciting that was. They said that emergency deliveries are always exciting and that’s why so many people rushed in.

After we were done nursing and Jeremy got a chance to hold her, I said they could go ahead and weigh her (and clean up the poop she had already expelled while she was nursing). Anya Isabelle weighed 7 lbs 6.2 oz and was 19 inches long. Born at 4:55 am on May 29th (10 minutes after we officially checked in to L&D) and just past 40 weeks gestation.

Then, I got my bath in the Jacuzzi and a shower (to wash off from the bath). Biggrin

Cute pic of her smiling while sleeping a few hours after the delivery:
Sleeping after the delivery excitement

Jacob (big brother) meets Anya:
First meeting with big brother

Mommy and Anya at home:
Anya and Mommy

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Vaughns Quick Story


Okay... for all the juicy details!

The worst part was.... the IV! I am not joking... the epi was great (had an amazing Nurse Anest), the pushing wasn't bad (thank you epi) and well the end result is just amazing!

We are definately in love with our new little boy!

We got to the hospital at about 6pm on Tuesday, but had to wait about 30 mintues for a bed to open up. They finally got my IV after 4 previous stick and digs (ouch) at around 7-something. They checked me and started pitocin (yeah! no cervadil, I was an easy induce). At around 10pm (because Work Out was on Bravo) they gave me the wonderful epidural. I got some "rest" and around 5 am was feeling slightly like something was happening. My nurse checked me and was like, you are a 7. Not but 30 minutes later, I was really wanting to push, so she checked me again and I was a 10! Yipee! One hour of pushing later... MR. Vaughn was born!

All in all, my "damage" is minimal and manageable! I feel pretty great!

You can see all of our photos thus far by clicking HERE!

Here are some of my favorite shots:

Generations - Mum, Grammy, Great Grammy:

Come on... every kid needs his first "emo" picture:

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Birth Story of Brody William

Birth Story of Brody William
May 22, 2008

Measurements from May 21st:
1 cm, 90% effaced, baby at station 0

4 am
I woke up at 4 am having contractions. At first I didn’t think much of them, since I had been having contractions on and off since May 5th. The contractions were approximately 10-15 minutes apart and were strong enough to wake me up every time I drifted off. I was also woken up 3 times by soaked underwear. I started to think that my water was leaking, but wasn’t sure. I stayed in bed until 8am battling the contractions.

8 am
At 8 am I got out of bed and went into the living room to watch TV. I read somewhere to wear a pad and lie on my left side to see if my water was leaking or if it was my bladder. I did this for 30 minutes and it turned out that it was my bladder, not my water leaking. Apparently my son was putting tons of pressure on my bladder. The contractions continued to get stronger and closer together. However, they were not consistent. Some were 5 minutes apart, while others were still 10-15 minutes apart.

9:20 am
The contractions were now almost unbearable. I was hesitant to call the doctor since I went in the day before and the contractions were just Braxton Hicks. I decided to take a bath to see if I could relax. I was able to relax for about 20 minutes and read a few chapters out of a book. I had a difficult time getting out of the bath because of the intensity of the contractions. I sat in the bathtub with the shower on, since I couldn’t stand up.

10 am
I was finally able to get out of the bathtub and get dressed. The contractions were now 5-7 minutes apart and horribly painful. I spent the next hour walking around my house, on all 4’s rocking back and forth, and rocking back and forth on the couch.

11 am
I finally decided to wake up Sean so we could go to the hospital. I told him, through tears, that he should wake up and get in the shower. When he got out of the shower, he asked me what was going on and where we were going.

11:30 am
We arrived at the Outpatient Center to check in to Labor and Delivery. The ladies at the counter kept trying to get me to sit down, but the contractions got worse when I sat down. I stood at the counter for about 30 minutes, rocking back and forth, while they checked me in. I still don’t understand what took so long since I pre-registered.

12 pm
Sean and I were taken to the Labor and Deliver Triage room at 12pm. The nurse hooked me up to the monitors, which showed that I was having real contractions. They were inconsistent, varying from 2 minutes apart to 7 minutes apart. The nurse then checked me and I was at 4 cm, 90% effaced, and baby at station +1. I progressed to 5 cm and paper-thin within the next hour.

1:30 pm (ish)
We were moved to a Labor and Deliver room at 1:30pm. The midwife broke my water soon after we were in the room. I am so glad that my water did not break on its own. I couldn’t believe how much water came out! After my water broke, the contractions continued to worsen and get closer together.

3:30 pm (ish)
The midwife decided to give me some Pitocin since the contractions were still inconsistent. After about 10 minutes of the Pitocin, I got extremely light headed and nauseous. Brody’s heart rate also began to drop. They attempted to do an internal monitor, but it did not take. They stopped the Pitocin and I started to feel better.
The anesthesiologist came in around 3:30 to give me the epidural. The nurse gave me a pillow to hold onto while getting the epidural. Apparently, the combination of the contractions and the epidural needle got to be too much for me. The nurse had to pull the pillow away from me, because I was suffocating myself! She said my heart rate skyrocketed and I almost passed out. Immediately after getting the epidural, I was at 6 cm, paper thin, and the baby’s head was “right there”. The epidural started to work within 10 minutes, but I had a hot spot on my left upper leg and pelvis area. The hot spot did not go away for about 45 minutes.

5:00 pm (ish)
The midwife checked me around 5 pm and I was at 10 cm and ready to push! The epidural worked too well, which was a good and a bad thing. I was unable to feel anything from my waist down. My right leg was completely dead weight and I was unable to lift it on my own. My left leg was not much better. While pushing, I needed Sean and 2 nurses to help lift my legs and push my upper body forward. I had to get an episiotomy to allow Brody to fit. Sean was excellent during the pushing. He fed me ice chips, encouraged me to push, lifted my leg, and helped push my upper body forward. He even watched as Brody was coming out.

6:01 pm
After an hour of pushing, Brody William Johnson entered the world. He had a great cry when he first came out. Sean cut his umbilical cord and they handed Brody to me. I was able to hold him for a few minutes before they measured him. He was 8 lbs 2 oz and 20 ¾ inches long. Sean stood with him while he was measured. Sean said that he was quiet, very alert, and was looking around at his surroundings. I was able to breast feed Brody for about 15 minutes before he went to the nursery to get cleaned up. He latched on perfectly right away.
I was unable to feel anything when I got stitched and cleaned up. The midwife said I had a slight tear and the cut from the episiotomy.

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I think I may have the biggest May baby.

Zachary Coleton
5/30/08 7:58 pm (4 days late)
9 lbs, 11.4 oz
23" long

Born naturally after an arduous induction. Details to come Smile

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Birth Story of Tori Lynn

I just realized I never posted her story :eek:

We went to the hospital at 6am on May 9th, she was a scheduled c-section (my 3rd). We got there and the nurses got me all ready with my IV and all the paperwork you have to answer, as well as some monitoring.

At 7am, my Mom brought my other two children so that they could say Hello and wait for the arrival of their new little brother/sister. (We were unable to find out the sex before the baby was born).

At 7:15 they wheel me down to the surgery suite. The epidural/spinal was put in and all the rest of the prep was done. We had to wait a little bit for the pediatrician to show up, but once she did we were good to go. She wasn't the baby's pedi, but one that was on call for c-sections and it was her birthday, so that was kinda cool.

Big Brother & Big Sister waiting patiently

My DH came in and did really great this time. I always get so nervous until I hear the little one scream, then I know that they are here and are all right. They announced that it was a little girl. We really didn't care what sex it was, just as long as the baby was healthy.

Here she is Miss Tori Lynn

She was born at 8:11 am. Her APGARS were 8 and 9. She weighed 7lbs 7oz and was 20 inches long.

Her is a picture the nursery staff took of her

Her with her Big Brother and Sister

Her chillin on her mommy

The recovery went very well and I was up and about that night. Sorry if the pictures are too big. Thanks for reading about our birth story.

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Ok this is very long, but it does span 36 hours and a few complications. There is a very happy ending though!

Holly's Birth Story

Matt and I arrived at the hospital at 7:30am on Monday 2nd June 2008 to begin the induction process for Holly’s birth. We had weighed up the pros and cons of induction very carefully, and decided at 42 weeks gestation that it was the right thing to do. We suspected the reason I hadn’t gone into labour naturally by that stage was because I had cryotherapy to remove pre-cancerous cells from my cervix 17 years ago. The surgery had left some scarring which can sometimes make it difficult for the cervix to dilate. We’d tried almost every natural method to encourage labour with no luck and had accepted we needed medical intervention. For many months I’d been hoping for and planning a totally natural birth. I was disappointed it was beginning to seem like that wasn’t a possibility any more. I was, however, determined not to let the circumstances spoil the most exciting event of my life. I walked into the hospital that morning with as much optimism and strength as I could possibly muster, and did my best to leave my fears and disappointments at the door.

The first step of the induction process was 30 minutes of external monitoring to assess Holly’s condition. Her heart rate was nice and strong and she was moving frequently. At 9am the first dose of prostaglandin gel was applied. My cervix was still firmly closed at that stage. I was allocated a bed in the ward and was able to move around the hospital as much as liked until 5pm when I was to be examined. Matt and I spent the time walking around, going to the cafeteria and reading magazines. I had no contractions apart from a few Braxton Hicks during that time, and just felt a dull, period-type ache from the gel. We went back to the assessment room at 5 and had more external monitoring. The next VE yielded bad news: still no dilation! A second dose of gel was applied and we returned to my bed in the ward and waited for something to happen.

By 6pm I was beginning to feel light contractions low down in my uterus that were quite different to Braxton Hicks. The intensity slowly increased over the next couple of hours until I needed to move around during contractions and breathe through them. Matt and I were excited things finally seemed to be happening and were looking forward to my next assessment at 11pm. As the contractions became more painful we started trying out the different pain management techniques I’d prepared. I bounced on the fit ball which helped for a little while. Nausea set in about then and I thought my peppermint essential oil would help. Matt opened the tin my oils were in and all I could smell was a mixture of all of the oils which made me throw up! We got out my flash cards next. I knew I had to focus on the words, not on the pain, but it was easier said than done. I decided it was time to call Leah, our doula. She lives an hour’s drive away, but was ready to leave at a moment’s notice.
By now I had a problem with the fact I was expected to labour in a shared room in the ward. There were 2 other women in the room who had already had their babies and would be wanting to get some sleep. I was feeling the need to move around a lot and maybe bring in some vocalisation, and felt very uncomfortable doing that in front of them. Curtains just didn’t cut it! I demanded to be moved to a more appropriate space. The birthing suites were all full at that time so I was moved back to the assessment room. I did have to share that (curtained) room with one other woman. She was also in labour so I wasn’t so self-conscious. I was finding the pain a bit hard to deal with by that stage. I’d hoped to avoid asking for pain relief, however had accepted that an induction could be more painful than a natural labour and I may need some help. I tried gas and air briefly but it didn’t help and only made me feel nauseous. I was wondering what to do next when Leah walked in. I was so happy to see her! She immediately put some spearmint oil on a tissue and had me take some rescue remedy, which both helped me feel a little better. When the next contraction came on she guided me by marching behind me with her hands on my hips and steered me around the room. She reminded me to “get bigger than the pain” and to increase my movement to match the pain. At about 10:30pm a midwife came in and said it was time for another external monitoring session. I was not happy about the idea of lying on bed but agreed to try it because I was getting quite tired. I laid on my side and rocked backwards and forwards during contractions. Leah suggested I try some vocalisation. One of the techniques we had previously discussed involved making a low pitched “AHHHHHH” sound. I’d expected I’d probably feel too inhibited to really get into it. Leah started making the sound herself to encourage me and I followed. She again reminded me to “get bigger than the pain”. We got louder and and louder and to my surprise I seemed to be feeling less pain. The other woman in the room was also moaning and groaning so I wasn’t too worried about bothering her. Matt and I squeezed each other’s hands and rocked while Leah made the sounds with me.

At last 11pm arrived and the midwife was there to check on my progress. I was sure we must be getting somewhere now. I really wasn’t expecting to hear the words: “still not dilating, cervix still posterior”. I said “WHAT?!?! You’re joking!!!” The midwife said “No dear, I do not joke. You are not in active labour yet’. A mixture of disbelief, frustration and panic washed over me. If that wasn’t active labour, when was active labour going to start and what would it feel like!? I knew they couldn’t break my waters until I’d a least dilated a few centimetres. I had been hoping just the gel and AROM would get things going enough that I wouldn’t need syntocinon. I realised I was going to need to consider pain relief at this stage. I asked about my options, discussed them with Matt and Leah and decided to have some pethidene. I wouldn’t have taken it if the birth had been imminent though. It did take the edge off the pain a bit and enabled me to rest between contractions. Unfortunately by now the contractions were sometimes only 30 seconds apart and lasted for around 90 seconds. I hadn’t given Matt a lot of guidance beforehand about how I wanted him to help me. We'd decided to wait and let Leah make suggestions as to what he could do at the time. We discovered the best way to cope was for me to face Matt with my arms around his neck, Leah would get behind me with her hands on my hips, and the 3 of us would sway from side to side while counting backwards from 10. We all sat or laid down and rested in between. This got us through the next 7 hours. It was pretty tough going and we were beginning to suffer from exhaustion. I realised that if I still hadn’t made much progress I would need to consider an epidural if I wanted to be able to push my baby out when the time finally came.

Upon examination at 8am we discovered I was at 3cm. I was finally moved to a birthing suite. I requested the epidural and it was administered soon after. After 12 hours of considerable pain the relief was very welcome indeed. I insisted Matt and Leah both go home and get some rest. The contractions unfortunately petered out, so syntocinon was started. I rested for a few hours and woke to discover the most lovely midwife caring for me. Her name was Linda and she explained that Holly’s heart rate was showing decelerations during contractions and we needed to keep a close eye on her condition. I realised this could mean an emergency c-section at any moment and had mentally prepared myself for that possibility before the induction began. I told Linda to let me know immediately if I needed to call Matt to come back. I took comfort in the fact that she never told me to call him and Holly seemed to be ok. I wasn’t however making much progress and the dose of synto had to be increased 3 times. Sometime during the afternoon my waters were broken (I forget exactly when). My Mum arrived and she, Linda and I chatted away for a couple of hours. It so nice that Linda seemed to take a genuine interest in us considering we’d never met her before. She brought out my birth preferences to discuss with me. I said “Oh that’s mostly gone out the window now!” She said that wasn’t necessarily so and did her best to see that at least some of my wishes became a reality. Matt returned at 4pm and we all relaxed and chatted for the next couple of hours. I was delighted to discover with my next VE that I was at 8cm! We called Leah to come back. Before I knew it I was at 10cm and Linda said the OB wanted me to start pushing. The epi was turned down so I could feel what I was doing and I began to push while I laid on my side. That’s when Leah returned. Linda suggested I try pushing on my back. Matt and Leah got on either side of me and held my legs while I pushed. I could feel a dull ache as Holly’s head moved down into the birth canal. Linda held a mirror so that I could see Holly’s head, which really spurred me on. After everything we’d been through I was so happy that at least part of the birth was somewhat natural. It was a shame that I wasn’t able to go into labour naturally, so pushing my baby out myself meant a lot to me. After more than an hour of pushing we were most of the way there, but Holly started to show signs of distress. The staff recommended the ventouse be used to speed up the delivery and I agreed. Within a few minutes my darling little girl was born. I remember Linda saying “There’s your baby!” as Holly was placed on my stomach. I exclaimed “Oh my goodness she’s beautiful!” and then “Arrrggh! She’s sliding off!” After I’d had a few moments to look at and touch her, she was taken just a couple of metres away to be examined. Her apgar scores were 7 and 8, and very soon she was in her proud daddy’s arms. I was given more synto for the third stage because I was at risk of haemorraging. I had second degree tears which I wasn’t even aware of that were stitched up fairly quickly. Finally my baby girl was placed in my arms and Linda helped me get her attached for her first breastfeed. I’d never felt so overjoyed and exhausted in my life! Holly was weighed and measured afterwards. She weighed 6lb 4oz, was 53cm long and had a head circumference of 34cm. Linda showed me the placenta and explained it was showing signs of aging. Part of it was beginning to calcify. After seeing that I know we did the right thing opting for the induction when we did.

We spent the next 3 days recovering in hospital. All of the staff were wonderful and very happy to help me get breastfeeding well established before we left. A funny thing happened as Matt, Holly and I were leaving the hospital. Between Holly and my bags we had our hands full and came to a glass door leading to the car park. Who should be on the other side but the OB who delivered our baby and he opened the door for us. I thought the symbolism of that was quite amusing! It was nice to have that opportunity to say thank you to him because the moments following the birth were a bit of a blur and we didn’t have the chance then.

In retrospect I really am ok with the way things happened. It was a pity to have missed out on a totally natural birth. I have accepted though that it just wasn’t meant to be this time. I’m still focussing on the positives. Matt was truly amazing and our relationship is stronger than ever. I am so happy we hired a doula and have told Leah she is worth her weight in gold! Considering I was worried about being cared for by a midwife I’d never met before, I am thrilled to have had the wonderful Linda attending the birth. I feel very fortunate to have experienced a vaginal delivery under the circumstances, and when I look at my beautiful, healthy little daughter I honestly believe it was all worth it. The overwhelming feeling of love I have for my baby outshines everything else.

Holly just loves bath time...

She looks so tiny in this one!

Getting to know big brother Jayden.
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June 2, at 6:30pm I went to the restroom to be followed be DH and told tonight was the night and we are going to have a baby soon (like within hours).**TMI** As I was standing up I lost my plug and ALOT of it! It was clear, no blood at all, and no signs of labor. At 6:45pm I started the normal contractions I'd been having since April. I thought DH has been right twice about me going into labor "maybe" he's right about tonight and started timing them. At 7:30pm DH asked if he should go take a shower (for the hospital) or go back to sleep for sleep, I told him to take a shower now just incase because the contractions have increased over the hour and have lasted at least 55 seconds each one. So while he was in the shower I called my MIL to tell her to be ready just in case and jump on the board and posted about the contractions. The post "And we have contractions" "Every 4-6 minutes lasting about 55-67 seconds!!!! I'm going to wait it out some because they don't hurt that bad..Wish me luck!!!!" LOL, BIG MISTAKE!!! Right after that post I went to the restroom because it felt like I had to pee, nope just more plug and the contractions was to the point where I couldn't walk and had to lean onto the wall just to balance. So at 8pm DH was getting dressed and calling into work (where he had to be in 2 hours) and calling MIL to tell her we was heading to the hospital and she should also. Seeing that she lives 97 miles away from us we didn't expect her to make it in time. I think I called the hospital at 8:30 and told them I was coming in and we got there a little before 9 but didn't go in until 9:10 because DH needed a cigarette and we called to see where his mom was.
We check in and go upstairs and have 3 nurses rushed us I guess my OB had already told them I have fast labors... They check my cervix and I'm still 4.5cm's!!! The same I had been for at least 6 days. Right the and there I knew this wasn't going to be easy, normal, nor fast. So they ask me all the questions blah blah blah, Why do they make you sign papers when you're contracting? A little before midnight my MIL got to the hospital and took the kids down to eat. They checked me again nope still 4.5cm's. MIL and the kids came back up because they had just closed the cafe' and the hospital Cafeteria didn't reopen until 2:30am. At at 1am, I was begging DH and MIL to keep the kids from touching the bed during contractions because the movement made the contractions 10 times worse, and I was trying to not let them see the pain I was in. At 2am MIL asked me about the contractions because it looked like they was back to back. They was back to back and have been since 12:30am which I told her and she decided to take the kids down to eat and out to watch cartoons. I told DH it was okay he could go smoke his cigarette I would be okay and I wanted to try and rest some. It was 2:34am when they checked and I was ALMOST 5cm's!! The pain was AHHH!! Just thinking about it lol. When DH came back up about 2:45am I asked him to make a fist and dig into my lower back with his knuckles, he tried he really did but it just wasn't like I wanted him to do. We tried the birthing ball from about 3am to 3:10am during this time DH was able to talk me into not going all natural. I then agreed to nubain which allowed me to relax enough to fall asleep between contractions about a whole 90 seconds, but by that time any sleep was good by me. The nubain wore off by 3:30am, and I asked for another dose at 5am which I got. Only this time it didn't work at all everything still felt the same and I began to beg them to break my water so I could dilate more. Me knowing my body and last labors knew it was the only way to get to 10cm. The on-call OB was in the room next to mine delivering a baby so he then said no to breaking my water and the nurse checked my again I was almost 6cm.. Okay fine by me at least we are moving up some. Every time I would have a contraction I would lose my hearing, I could hear DH and Nancy (My nurse) talking but I couldn't understand what they was saying and the distorted conversation I could hear was 10 times louder I just couldn't understand it and it was mixed with a ringing in my ears. Around 6:30am I actually yelled at them and told them both to stop talking. I later explained why but I'm sure they both thought I was just being a rude B**** right then. Nancy checked me again and I was 6cm so at 7am they called my OB who was on her way to the hospital to ask if she wanted them to break my water. So after hours of begging at 7:10am they broke my water. at 7:13am I got the extreme urge to push, she checked and I was told I was about 6.5cm's at 7:15am my OB walked in.. The second I seen her I said Oh my god I've never been happier to see you! She goes well you timed it right I got a surgery at 8am. So Nancy checked me again at 7:20am and I was "almost 9cm" still with the urge to push and shaking all to hell... they start running everywhere getting everything ready and get me set up and my OB checks me and I have just a "lip" left and tells me I can push the next time I have a contraction. So I get my 2 WEAK pushes in just me getting ready. 2 all hell pushes and they say push again... Well I can feel where her head is and taste the puke in my throat and nose from pushing so hard and yell at them "I have to breathe first", 1 more push and they yell stop stop STOP so they can suction her and I yell at them to either pull it out or let me push because they was taking their sweet ole time.. Which would have been fine if I had meds or an epi! 2 more pushes and at 7:34am June 3rd, Mackenzie Grace was born. 8lbs 7oz 21in!