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Dylan Marley Delilah ********
Born 3/22/09; 8:12AM; 35 weeks
4lbs, 11oz; 17 inches

March 15-22 was spring break for me and Michael. Our plans included getting some plants potted, cleaning, and getting ready for Dylan to arrive. She still had 4 weeks until our scheduled c-section but I knew once school started, time would be precious, so I wanted to get as much done as possible. We got our pack and play set up, bassinet ready to go, and washed tons and tons of clothes and blankets. I also packed myself a hospital bag. On Friday the 20th, I got a haircut. I started having a few contractions that afternoon, but I thought they were braxton hicks since I’d been having those off and on for a few weeks. All afternoon and evening I felt them, but they were never regular and would go away for an hour or so at a time. I went to bed hoping they would go away overnight. I woke up two or three times during the night with one, but when I got up and went to the bathroom, they would stop.
Around 5AM Saturday morning, I woke up with a very painful contraction. I thought they would stop, but this time they didn’t. They got worse and closer together as I laid there. I started timing them, and they were 7-10 minutes apart. I woke Michael around 6 and told him. By 7 I called my doctor who told me to go to labor and delivery immediately. Scout was still sleeping and the contractions weren’t extremely painful, so I drove myself and left Michael at home with Scout.
When I got to L&D they were waiting for me. They put me on the monitor and found her heartbeat right away. I was there for a few hours and the contractions lessened. They were showing up on the monitor as “slight uterine irritations” but did not look like contractions. When the nurse checked me, my cervix was “basically closed, but possibly fingertip dilated.” My doctor came by and told me that I could go home, but I would be on bed rest. I asked him if I could go to work on Monday and he said that if the contractions went away it was possible, but if I had any while I was there, I was to come back. So, I went home.
I stayed on the couch most of the afternoon and Michael took care of Scout. The contractions came and went, but weren’t as painful and weren’t consistent. We put her to bed around 6:30. He and I sat down to watch some TV. While sitting there, the contractions started to get bad again. At 8 I decided to go take a bath to try to ease the pain. It helped minimally and when I got out I took some Tylenol and went to bed. I dosed off between contractions but they wouldn’t let me sleep. So I started timing them and they were 4-5 minutes apart. I went downstairs where Michael had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke him up and told him we needed to go to the hospital. We called my doctor first hoping he would say just to rest. He didn’t call back and the contractions were getting pretty bad. So, Michael woke Scout up, we packed her a bag, and left.
When we got to the hospital, once again, they were waiting for me. I guess my doctor had called them and told them to expect me. I went back to the triage room again where they put me on the monitor again. The heartbeat was clear and strong. They checked me and I was dilated to 2. The contractions were still showing up as irritations on the monitor. When they told me that I would probably be monitored overnight as a precaution, I told Michael to take Scout and go home. No sense in none of us sleeping. The nurse told me to press a button on the monitor whenever I felt a contraction. So, I started doing that. She came back a while later and looked at the sheet. Said she thought the placement of the monitor may be off and adjusted it. The next contractions were much more obvious on the sheet. She said that since I wasn’t even 35 weeks along, they were going to give me terbutaline to try and stop the contractions. I had to get 3 injections 15 minutes apart and then take the pills every 3 hours until delivery. I was not looking forward to remembering to take a pill so often for 4 more weeks. The terbutaline made me jittery – like I had drank a whole pot of coffee. They got me a bed in a room and left me on the monitor. My nurse asked me if I wanted to take an ambien to help me get some sleep and I agreed.
The next thing I remember is my doctor coming in and checking me. I was 4-5cm dilated and had apparently “broken through” the terbutaline and was still contracting. It was sometime around 7AM on Sunday the 22nd. My doctor said the baby was coming today… very soon, in fact. I was having a repeat c-section and he was concerned about me tearing since my previous delivery was less than 14 months prior. So, I called Michael and told him to get down to the hospital ASAP. I can’t remember if he called my sister or if I did, but we asked her to come keep an eye on Scout at the hospital for us. Then I remember Michael and Scout being there in the room with me. They came to my room soon after and said that the O.R. was ready and it was time. They wheeled me down the hall to the O.R. while Michael waited for Sarah to get there. I sat on the edge of the bed and got my spinal. I remember it hurting more this time than it did with Scout. Immediately they were laying me down and prepping me. I heard them saying that they were still waiting on Sarah so Michael could come in. My doctor said a nurse needed to watch Scout because it was going to happen soon. I was worried that Michael wouldn’t be there. After what seemed like forever, he was there and things got started.
At 8:12AM, Dylan entered the world. She cried immediately and I knew that was a good sign. They put her on my chest and I remember thinking that she had so much dark hair! Then she was gone again. I don’t remember the trip back to my room but by the time I got there my sister had Scout under control. I was told that Dylan was in the Special Care Unit (NICU) because she was having some breathing troubles and was so small. Later we found out that she also had a heart murmur. An echocardiogram revealed that a valve in her heart didn’t close properly and that’s what was causing the murmur. I didn’t get to hold her again for 2 days and it was so painful to go look at her but not be able to pick her up.
She has been steadily improving every day. Now, 2 weeks later, she is still in Special Care, but is gaining weight, no longer needs help breathing, and is eating more. We are hoping to take her home soon.

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My twins born on 3/22/09 @ 34wks

Tira Linnea
4lb 1oz
born 1:48am

Chase Michael
4lb 11oz
born 1:52am

My birth story starts on the 21st of March.

Woke up that morning, felt pretty much normal (well, as normal as can be expected for being 34wks pregnant with twins, lol). Got out of bed, had some breakfast. I was having contractions but they were the same as the contractions I've been having for weeks, so didn't think much of it. Then I decided that I wanted to clean a bit and wash some of the baby clothes and pack the hospital bag. Mike asked what I was doing, I told him I felt like the babies were coming soon and I just wanted to be ready for when I go into labor. Then I had my slip on the stairs (which I posted about that morning), which wasn't at all painful but did startle me a bit. Still after that, everything seemed a ok, so I didn't call the doc or anything.

About mid day, I started having some contractions, nothing major or very painful. They just felt like my normal BH contrax. But I did notice that they were about every 8-10 mins apart. I didn't freak out, but I did time them for awhile. Then they moved to about every 5-6 mins, and some of them would be fairly uncomfortable, some of them didn't hurt at all. Then I started having them every 2-3 mins, and that was about 5:00pm so I decided that I should probably call my doc. They still weren't super painful, some uncomfortable. My doc said to come in and get checked so we got our bags and left.

When I got to the hospital, they checked me and I was about 3cm 50% effaced, my doc said I was in early labor and that he was going to go ahead and break my water on baby A..........que panic setting in for me. I wasn't really expecting to hear that at all. I figured they would tell me that I wasn't really in labor and send me home. Once he broke my water, it all became very, very real that this was happening and that very soon, my babies would be in the world. I cried a little, got over my nerves, pulled myself together and accepted that it was time.

An hour or so later they checked me and I was at 4cm. The contrax still weren't too painful. They offered me the epi at that time, I declined because I wasn't in a lot of pain. Around 11pm they checked me, I was about 6cm and decided at that time, I would like the epi, before the contrax got unbearable.

The doc came in to give me the epi, he was a nice guy. Getting the epi was a crappy experience. I don't remember it being uncomfortable with my daughter, but maybe that's because with her, I didn't get the epi until I was 8cm and felt like I was going to die from the pain. Anyway, yes the epi was uncomfortable and not an experience that I really enjoyed, but soon enough the pain from the contrax stopped and I was very relaxed.

Then there were some complications. Because of the epi, my blood pressure dipped very low. All of a sudden I felt very sick to my stomach, I felt like I couldn't breathe and everything started getting dark. I knew I was on my way to passing out. They gave me epinephrine and something for the nausea, but it wasn't helping and my BP wouldn't stabilize. Then they started giving me several bolus' of IV fluids. I believe they gave me four bags total in order to stabilize my BP. It took about half an hour, but eventually they got it fixed.

After that, things started happening very fast. Before I knew it, I was dilated to 9.5cm and they were wheeling me into the OR. For those of you who didn't know, my baby A was frank breech, my baby B was transverse. I had discussed with my doc how we were going to deliver them, and we decided that we would try delivering them breech. If it didn't work out, then we would do c sec.

I finished dilating (in which time they had disconnected my epi to transport me to the OR, but they never hooked it back up). It was time to push. So, I started pushing as hard as I could, but I could feel everything! I couldn't feel the pain from the contrax, but I could feel everything in my vaginal area. I could feel my daughter crowning and my doc was going to give me an episiotomy so I asked him to please numb the area, because I could feel everything vaginally. He put in the lidocaine, but right after that I had a contrax, so I had to push. Needless to say, the lidocaine didn't really have time to take effect, and he had to cut me in order for my girly to get out, so he did it. :eek: Not pleasant, but it had to be done. So I pushed her butt out (imagine her folded in half right now, legs going up her body, feet up to her head in a pike position) and apparently she didn't like that much, because she was kicking her legs in my vaginal canal which was making her butt wiggle back and forth (her butt hanging out of my vagina, legs still inside). At this point, as much pain as I was in, I just started cracking up because I could feel what she was doing, and the nurses were commening on how she was dancing and shaking her butt for them, lol!!! So then, one more good push and she was out. She was so beautiful and started crying almost immediately.

Then came the retreival of Chase. Chase was still up at the top of my uterus. Apparently he didn't want to come out. They did an u/s to find out where he was, so my doc reached inside me (yes, pretty much up to his freaking elbow) and was trying to grab Chase. This hurt me much, much more than pushing out Tira. I think I might have yelled out some choice explitives during this process, but I really didn't mean to, it was just my reaction. Well, Chase's membranes had not ruptured yet, so my doc had to then break his waters because he couldn't get ahold of him because he was too slippery still being in that bag of fluid. So he broke the waters and started trying to manipulate Chase out. Finally he got ahold of a foot, then the other foot and started pulling Chase out. At this point, I was in a lot of pain and just wanted Chase to be out of me. Finally, my doc got him out and handed him over to the pedi. He was every bit as beautiful as his sister, but I was quite worried for him as I didn't hear him cry for a good 2-3 mins. Finally he cried and I felt so relieved.

The rest is a blur. Afterbirth came out, but by that time I was holding both of my babies in my arms and could care less what they were doing to me down there, lol!!! Oh, except for when they were stitching me up, I felt that. Not cool, but like I said I had my babies so I was happy.

So I would like to proudly introduce to you my beautiful twin babies, Tira Linnea and Chase Michael, born 3/22/09!!

Tira Linnea

Chase Michael

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Brynna Paige
Born 4/13/09; 2:27pm; 37.5 weeks
7lbs, 12oz; 20 3/4 inches long

Well I was being seen twice a week in the office for pre-eclampsia. This was my first visit of the week Monday morning 4/13 @ 8:00am. As soon as I went in I had my U/S for the biophysical profile of Brynna to make sure everything was ok since my BP was rising. She looked wonderful but she didn't move for 20 min on the U/S. She was breathing and doing the correct breating motions but not moving. After I had the U/S they took me did my weight, BP and urine test. I had +2 protein in my urine, my BP was 150/100 and I had gained 5 lbs since I was last in there thursday and it was all from swelling.

So as soon as the dr came in I knew I was going to L&D and I wasn't arguing considering everything going on with me and now the baby wasn't moving. I had Mackenzie with me so I took her to my grandmother's and headed in.

Got checked in, put in the monitors, took blood work and then had me wait. As soon I as they put me on the baby monitor she was moving like So atleast that concern went away. The dr came in right away and told me he really wanted to do the c-section but he was waiting on the bloodwork to come back and if ANYTHING looked abnormal he was going for it. He said at this point we were just waiting on something bad to happen by postponing another day or two. He left the room came back within 20 min and told me that my protein was high and that my platelets were very low. He said the OR would be ready around 130 or 2 and we were going for it. I love that dr he is awesome. He told me this around 1130 so I had a while to wait. I got DH on the phone and told him to go get everything from the house and get his butt in there.

The surgery went smooth, no issues except apparently I had a hernia from Mackenzie's csection that I didn't even know about. The dr removed it and said everything was fine. She was born @ 2:27 pm and was 7lbs 12oz alot smaller than we all thought she was going to be. She is adorable and has a full head of BLACK hair..just like her sister did. She cried and cried and of course I cried and was so thrilled she was here! They let me see her and then took her up to get her bathed and all. DH left and they got me all back together and to recover I went. I was in recover about an hour and then back up to my room to visit.

I was really sick Monday nite I guess from the anesthesia. My blood sugars have been great, I'm done with the insulin and hopefully @ my 6 week checkup it will still continue that way and I will be done with all those issues with the GD. Brynna's sugar was low when she was born but they have checked her many times and it's perfect now thank goodness. She is eating wonderfully. I am bottle feeding. Mackenzie really has no idea what is going on at this point. She thought the hospital room was a big jungle gym and was loving being the center of attention. We got discharged this morning we are both doing wonderfully. I am sore still but have been up and about. Brynna is great, she has to go for a checkup friday because her bilirubin levels are low but as of now they aren't concerned. Dh is off for another week thank goodness because its gonna be tough with a 2 year old and new born, but I'm loving it! Smile

So the wait is finally over! Here is Miss Brynna Paige!!
Enjoy! Smile

Look @ all her hair!!

Wide Eyed

My girls and I

Kenzie and Her sister Smile

All ready to go home

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William Lewis
Born 4/14 at 1:30 am; 36 weeks
6lb 11oz, 21 inches

I went to my 36 week doctor appointment, and everything looked good. She did the Strep B swab and my first internal check. I was 2 cm and about 70% effaced. I got my final shot of progesterone and went on my way happy that I was making some progress but pretty sure that I had at least one more week before Will’s arrival. I was crampy all the rest of the day and had some spotting, but just chalked it up to the exam. We spent that evening moving around furniture and cleaning out closets in preparation for having carpet installed the next day. I took things pretty easy since I was still kind of crampy, but didn’t think too much of it. Finally around 7pm, it dawned on me that my cramps were coming at pretty regular intervals and I should probably go lay on the couch for a while!

The cramps continued to come every 5-7 minutes, and then, as I was just laying on the couch I had a gush of fluid. I still wasn’t ready to admit that I was in labor, but things were starting to feel suspiciously similar to when I went into labor with Walt. So about 7pm I went to report to Jeff that this baby could be on its way. Jeff spent the next 2 hrs frantically trying to finish the carpet preparations, while I continued to lay on the couch and time my contractions. Finally around 9pm we called MIL to come sit with Walt and headed to the hospital.We were admitted around 930pm.

The nurse did a test to confirm that I was indeed leaking amniotic fluid so it looked like I would be staying. I was still about 2cm dilated. Because my water had broke, the nurse wanted me to lay in bed on the monitors and an IV, but I was worried about my labor stalling out and having to go on pitocin, so I had her call my doctor to confirm it was okay for me to be up walking around. The doctor agreed that it would be fine, so I started pacing my room dragging my IV around with me. Contractions were still regular, not too painful, though it was all back labor which was rather annoying. Around midnight, the nurse checked me again and I was dilated to 4. Not too much progress, but the back labor was getting worse, so the nurse showed me how to lean over the bed and sway my hips to help the baby move down and off my spine. Apparently that is exactly what the baby needed because things got really intense shortly after that.

I went and stood in the shower, letting the hot water hit my back while I leaned over and continued to sway. I spent about 45 minutes like that while the contractions got really intense. Finally, I was about at the end of my rope and when the nurse suggested pain medication (for the 15th time) I was ready to consider it. I laid on the bed at she checked me – and hooray! The pain was crazy intense because I was now 10 cm and ready to go! Of course, my doctor was not yet at the hospital, so I had to spend the next 4 or 5 contractions trying not to push which was torture. But finally, she arrived and we were ready to go.

I pushed about 5 times and Will’s head started to emerge, finally, I gave one final push, I tore a bit and Will literally shot out! Jeff described it as watching a whale jumping out of the water. If the doctor hadn’t been there to catch him he would have ended up on the floor! It still makes me laugh thinking about it.

Will was delivered immediately to my chest and I got to snuggle him while I delivered the afterbirth and was stitched up. Then they weighed and measured him and gave him back to me to nurse. He latched immediately. It was so wonderful to have that time to snuggle with my son. I can’t tell you how happy I am that this birth experience was so…normal.

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Violet Faye
Born April 18th @10:30am; 34 weeks
4lbs, 12oz.; 18 inches

Out of the blue my water broke really late Friday night, but for some reason I thought I'd wet the bed or something. After another large gush an hour later, we decided to go in and just check to be sure. We dropped DD off and were at the hosp by 2:30am Sat morning. They confirmed my water had broken, checked me and I was only a 1cm. The DR decided to give me a csec because I wasn't even in labor and was having no contractions, and my 1st had been born via csec. We hung out in the exam room until 10am Saturday morning when they brought me back to the OR. I was doing my best to relax and stay calm but it was so hard and emotional not knowing if my LO was going to be ok. At exactly 10:30am Violet Faye was born weighing in at 4lbs, 12oz pretty good for having SUA and IUGR! She cried and cried and cried and got 9 and 9 for her apgars. After I got to see her all bundled up and breathing on her own, they took her immediately to NICU, since she was 6 weeks premature and I finished up in the OR. At around 1 or 2 my DH wheeled me back to the NICU so I could hold her and see how she was doing. She was doing great and I was able to hold her because she was requiring no air support, she looked so beautiful and wide eyed at me the whole time. We left because I got so naseaus I was throwing up over and over and you can't be doing that in the NICU room. As soon as I got back I began pumping my breast milk for her and later than night her DR came in and said she'd taken a turn for the worse and needed to have a tube put down her throught and be given surfactant to help her lungs be able to breathe on their own. She was also given an umbilical artery catheter so they could check her blood and BP more easily. After that initial 1st holding I wasn't able to hold her again until 3 days later when they extubated her and removed her UAC. She was then put under the bililights and her DR said we'd try feeding her expressed breast milk the next morning. Well late that night she acted so hungry they let me try BF her and success! She nursed bare nipple for 2 min before becoming so exhausted she fell asleep. They told me I'd have to use a nipple shield to help make her feedings more efficient and after reluctantly agreeing, I was so glad I did because she was able to feed for about 5 min before she became full! They moved her to a step down after that because she demanded to be BF every two hours and was already starting to gain weight! She remained under the lights and with an IV until the next morning when she was taken off of both, and but in an open crib. After many tests and making sure she was all healthy they sent her home with us on Saturday afternoon, 1 week to the day after she was born. What an emotional roller coaster I've been on!! I never left the hospital after my csec, even after being discharged because I just couldn't leave her there, except for 2 hours to go home and shower and change the last two nights. DD #1 hung out with DH and I stayed up 24-7 just watching Violet, soothing her, doing whatever I could to help and finally BF. She's doing fabulous at home and we've already weened her off of the nipple shield and she's doing great BFing and gaining weight steadily. She's still so tiny that she swims in her preemie outfits that are too short for her long 18 inches! Welcome Violet Faye! Oh and she has dark brown hair, and blue/gray eyes, exact opposite of her brown-eyed blonde big sister Ruby! Biggrin

5 or 10 minutes old still in the OR room with me:

Late that 1st night with only canula assisted breathing:

Me getting to hold her for the 1st time:

Intubated with UAC day 4 with Daddy and big sister watching her:

Hosp picture:

At home at last with big sister Ruby who loves her and is constantly giving her "tiny baby sister" kisses:

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Beverly Grace K*****
May 2nd- 9:40pm
7 lbs. 12 oz
21 inches

-As you all know I went to L & D Thursday night, was contracting regularly, having terrible back pain, but no change in cervix from the previous day so I was sent home. Bad idea on their part. I told them I thought she was sunny side up, but they didn't care at that point because they didnt think I was in labor. I may not have been in active labor, but early parts of labor it was.
-Friday spent a couple hours over the day on all 4s trying to relieve the back pain and was able to a degree. Got up to get dressed for my NST and wait for DH to come home. At 130pm I sat to go pee, but before I started I had fluid squirt out. I looked in the toilet and it was green and kinda looked like when you mix oil and water together because some was floating on top like oily. Didn't get too excited because it wasn't the usually 'clear, oderless, and huge gush'. I didn't even shower or anything because I was sure I would be sent home disappointed again. While on the ride up to the hospital I told DH what happened and I was still leaking. He was so mad I didn't tell him so he could put a towel under me lol. We got to the hospital and I told them I thought my water broke so they put me in triage to monitor me and check. Sure enough, fluid broke, miconium stained (was the green) and I was contracting the same as the night before. No change in cervix still, but because the water broke, now considered 'early labor'. Go figures :rolleyes: DH and I were beyond excited to be staying finally, called everyone and had pitocin started by 530pm. Had contractions through the night 3 min. apart, but not very painful. I thought, wow am I going to be one of those lucky women who just gets to 10cm without feeling a thing? NOPE! Come 530pm the next day and 24 hours into pitocin-no change still. That morning they had let me come off of it, shower and have breakfast, then I had no contractions from 8am-530pm AT ALL! I pretty much had an emotional breakdown, kicked everyone out of the room, and bawled my eyes out for 30 min. When doc examined me they realized that my water had not all come out (head plugged it up) then sealed itself back up! WTF! So doc broke my water and immediate contractions started. First 2-3 were manageable, but then all hell broke loose. Between the level 38 on the pitocin (40 is top dose legal) flowing in the IV and back labor- I was a goner! Immediately rolling around in bed begging for an Epi. Got it within 15 min. Felt better for few minutes, then realized I was numb to my neck. Another emotional break down. I felt like I couldnt breathe and was wondering how in the hell I was going to push her out like this. I asked them to turn it down but all I had gotten was the initial dose, I was just VERY sensitive to it. I was also positive (as I was on Wednesday when all the back pain very first started) that she was face up. The challenge looked too great for me at the time and I started asking about a c-section. The docs and nurses said I was being premature and give myself time. I felt at that point that 3 days of early back labor, 27 hours of pitocin, and 24 hours since water breakage was enough time! I asked that if at 6pm I was not further to go in for one. At 6pm was checked, still 3-4 but 25% more effaced. Told I should wait it out. Cried even more. I just knew this wasnt going to work. 7pm- 5/6cm and told to wait it out. My sister at this point had started to agree with me on the c-section. I think she knew my mind and body were done. Everyone else, including DH, telling me to wait it out. MORE crying and breakdown. 9pm-checked at 7cm 100%. Now the doc agrees, baby is face up. He said, I still think we can get her out vaginally, but honestly Im not as confident as before. Shes a decent size baby, OP, and your struggling. He and everyone still says lets go for vaginal. Sister and DH agree with c-section at this point. Something in my heart had told me the whole time I would end up with a c-section, some gut feeling. Hearing she was def. OP sealed the deal for me and they prepped the OR. For some reason they gave me MORE epi meds for the surgery and when they laid me down I was literally numb to my jaw and struggling to talk. During the surgery I lost 1200 cc's of blood (which I was told was a lot due to the long amount of time on pitocin) and received 2 shots in my shoulders to help with the blood loss. I also was puking Sad Not fun. I could barely keep my eyes open and don't remember much of the experience. Gracie emerged at 9:40pm and had an 8 both apgar scores. She was purple on arrival and so I didn't get to see her for several minutes. Turns out not only was she OP, but her head was stuck in my pelvis. Once they showed her to me, she and DH went to the recovery room and I spent the next 15 min. being stitched up. After the surgery the Doc comes over and says "Anne, I want you to know you made a good decision. She was def. OP and her head was stuck in your pelvis. This baby would not have come out vaginally. We would have gotten you to 10cm, had you pushing, then done an emergency c-section. Good instincts. If we had only known this yesterday when your water had first broken, we could have had you delivered right then". I WAS RIGHT!!!
I was taken to delivery and got to see and start BFing my new baby. It was hard doing it so incredibly numb (I could barely feel her on there) but because she had troubles at first, they wanted her feeding within 20 min or they were going to take her to the NICU and give her a bottle. She fed for 45 min in recovery, then once upstairs in our room, she fed for another 30 min. I was pretty sore and completely out of it that night, but never got to sleep. I had 11 IVs while I was in because they kept blowing. I also had to receive another 2 bags of 40mgs of pitocin (normal is 1 bag of 20mg I believe) due to the bleeding.
-Good news is I finally slept about 4 hours on and off last night, breastfeeding is still going great and I think my milk should be in tonight or tomorrow (tingly boobies Smile ), will be heading home tomorrow, and I have the most beautiful baby girl. I just absolutely love her. I also love that I will never have to go through that awful experience again lol.

If you made it through, you are awesome! And now some pics for your viewing pleasure!

Still happy awaiting baby girl

Incredibly swollen in recovery BFing

Gracie in recovery waiting for me

Proud parents and First family pic

Awake Smile

Day Two

Thanks for listening and looking!

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Trish123 / baby William's birth story

Baby William's arrival! 4/29/09
All was normal on the afternoon of April 28. I went to work that day and noticed a few stronger / painful contractions that afternoon. They were different from the braxton-hicks contractions I'd had for the month or so before. So what did I do? Why I did what any good person would do, I went home and went for a walk - - get some fresh air, it always helps! Well as the evening progressed so did the 'active labor' symptoms. I called the hospital's labor and delivery unit and the nurse asked me to come in.

Grandpa came over to stay with Evs and Cor and I went to the hospital. At around 11pm I was dilated to a 4cm and 80% effaced. The OB on duty said I should stay overnight. Cor made up the sofa bed in the delivery room and proceeded to sleep like a rock! Me on the other hand, I was busy being ticked off all night because the contractions had slowed down and I was sure they would send me home. But at least Cor slept.... (jeepers Cor, havin' a baby here).

By the next morning I was completely grumpy. As I started to move about the labor contractions started up again. My doctor saw me around 8am and said I was 5-6cm and definitely in active labor. He said we had the choice of "walking me around until my water breaks, which will be today", or that he could break it and keep the ball rolling. Cor, doc, and I discussed the options. I didn't want to make baby come out before it was time, but the doctor reassured me I would deliver that day either way. So we opted to have him break the water.

I should mention that on this particular date the OB unit was full of expectant mothers. There are 4 delivery rooms and all were full (luckily I had one), and the recovery rooms were all full too. Evidently lots of babies were being made and fun being had last August!

Back to Wednesday morning.... Doc broke the water and I walked up and down the hallway several times, and at the insistence of the nurses took a whirlpool bath (rough stuff, I know), waiting for the next level of contractions. Here I also need to mention that my father spent the morning with us in the delivery room. Oh he and Cor had a big time talking smart, making smart remarks, and surfing the internet. So when the 'next level' of contractions started (read: more pain) I looked at the two of them and said "ok what's the plan", which meant it was time for Dad to go and wait for word of baby's arrival.

And wow it started getting serious around noon. Contractions that were really strong. There was only one nurse assigned to me since the OB unit was so busy, so she was great and helped me breathe through the contractions. She also massaged my feet and back when they really hurt. The doctor checked me again and said I was at an 8cm going to 9cm, and that it wouldn't be too much longer. I asked about pain relief and they gave me Nubane, which made me tired but didn't put a dent in the contraction pain.

Here's where it gets interesting. Just as they're saying how close we are to meeting baby, the nurse asks me, "so how did you decide you wanted a natural childbirth?". WHAT?!??! A natural childbirth was never in the plans! Where's my epidural?? [Note: With Evan I had the perfect epidural and a 100% pain free delivery. Needless to say I was going for that same effect again.] Seeing me start to writhe in pain on the delivery bed, Cor steps in and said that we need to talk about the epidural.

So basically it was too late to do the epidural. Once the nurse understood my wishes she scurried to get the anesthesiologist down to my room to administer the epi. When he got there (he took forever) my doctor said "I don't think there's time, let's do an intrathecal" (no idea what that is, but still in the spine). So then the anasthesiologist had to go get different supplies. I swear I wanted to wring his neck and tell him to hurry the #$@#$ up. I was shaking violently and had no idea how I was going to be still enough for something to be inserted into my spine.

The anesthesiologist no sooner had his hands off my back and I had to start pushing. I was laying on my side and heard talk of "let's turn her on her back" and the doc saying "no, there's no time". Also something about there not being enough time to take the bottom half of the bed off for the delivery. I started to push, and much to my surprise I also started to scream because it hurt so bad. I had no idea that I could make such sounds and honestly I'm still embarrassed about it. Cory, the doc, and the nurse were all very supportive and helpful, telling me what a good job I was doing.

13 minutes of pushing and there came the announcement from the doc: "You have a little boy!".

I cried with celebratory tears and held my little boy. He was perfect and all that I wanted in the whole world.

Baby William one day old at hospital

Baby William six days old

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Ella Grace
Born: May 3, 2009 at 3:06am
6lbs 6oz
19 inches long

So on April 30th, I had my routine weekly checkup. I ended up being 3cm dialated. Well, that Friday my DH and I went to the Taylor Swift concert in town and I ended up being on my feet for most of the night. The next day went to a birthday party for triplets who were turning 9. Later that night I started to feel yucky and by the time we went to the hospital my contractions were about 3 or 4 minutes apart. We got there around 8pm and I was admitted right away. Once they got me hooked up to everything, I got checked and was 5cm and completly thinned out and the baby was a a 0 station. So we went on like this for awhile, the contrations staied consistant and a few hours later, I supose around 11pm I was checked and was only 6cm. So miss Drama Queen was taking her time. I tried to get some sleep between the contration and most everyone left me alone. Around 2am Ella's heart rate started going all over the place. It was going up and down, and staying down. They checked me again and I was 8cm. They went on making sure the baby was okay and keeping a close eye on her and me. Well, her heart rate kept dipping really low and they were not comfortable with me being able to push her out and her being okay. An OR was booked and I was having an emergancy C-Section. I was freaked out and crying, they had to calm me down so they could do a spinal. I do not remember much until my DH came in. At 3:06am our little girl came. Come to find out, her cord was wrapped around her neck twice and that was what causing her heart rate to go down. She came out screaming and crying. She scored ann 8 and 9 on her APGAR. She was being a little Drama Queen and needed to come out right away. Later I got to BF her and she latched on and started nursing like a champ. She has been that way since. Brother and sister would never take a picture with her at the hospital. But little girl is here and doing great!!!



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Emily Grace
May 6, 2009
7:20 AM
6lbs 1oz
19 inches

Tuesday May 5, 2009

9am - Went in for my 38 week appointment. Had a slight change in dialation and effacement, but nothing huge. Lost another 2lbs and my belly was measuring small so they sent us for a bio-physical scan, which she passed. They guessed she weighed about 7-7.5lbs. Came back down to see my OB and she stripped my membranes and said if it didn't work we would induce Saturday!

4pm - The back pain and cramping really started to get noticable. Went to eat some yummy La Siesta for Cinco-De Mayo with my mom. At dinner I noticed the contractions were coming every 6-7 minutes but only lasting about 20-30 seconds.

9pm - We got the boys in bed and DH went to bed. My back was killing me so I stayed up and washed clothes, laid the boys stuff out for school the next day and cleaned alittle. Got on the computer and started watching the contractions via the online thingy.

11pm - The contractions got to 60 seconds long and every 8-9 minutes. They were starting to make me go "ouch" out loud so I called my OB. They said come on in and we will check you. Called dad to come stay with the boys and DH and I went to the hospital

Around Midnight - Got checked in and hooked up to the monitors. They told I had no change since my appointment that morning and told us they would watch us for 1 to 2 hours and re-check and go from there.

2am - Nurse came in and checked me, no change. The contractions still "hurt" but more to the front, not the back (little did we know she flipped from sunny side up to the right position", hints to what was to follow. The nurse could tell I was hurting and at that time a bad storm system was moving into the area. She said she wanted to try and get the doctor to keep me and let me take the ambien to sleep at the hospital and send us home in the morning after the storms.. I was wanting to go home b/c I knew the contractions were not close enough to do anything. DH on the other hand wanted to stay so between him and the nurse we stayed.

They got DH a cot out to sleep on and gave me my ambien. I told the nurse I needed to go potty before I laid down to pass out from the ambien. Now this is were it got weird. I litterally went pee and came out and on the walk to the bed had one of those "holy sh*t" contractions that about brought me to my knees. Got to the bed and not 2 minutes later had another. Then about 30 minutes later I screamed at DH to wake up I needed help. I could no longer stand to sit on the bed so I litterally held onto DH and and held me up and I rocked. For about 30 - 45 minutes then I started crying telling him I couldn't do this anymore they were gonna have to give me something if this wasn't real labor. DH started pounding the nurse call button.

3:30-4am - The nurse came in and checked me. I was 5cm, she litterally reache in and said your 5 Im off to get your epidural, did I mention she was an angel! DH jumps on the phone and calls my mom and sister and everyone else. A few seconds later the nurse is back with my fluids and IV line. I don't know how long later, but seemed like minutes Randy the epidural guy came in. Now I had 2 failed epis with DS1 and natural birth with DS2 so I had no clue what was fixing to happen. Let me just say Randy was my hero. Within 2 contractions I was feeling awesome! I could still feel my legs and feet, they just felt like your jaw does after novacaine.

6:30am the nurse comes in to tell me the OB coming on call is my second fav OB other than mine and that she is on her way. Checks me again and all I had was a rim of cervix and a buldging bag. My OB comes in and breaks my water, which she said was clear yet had blood in it. Told me I could start pushing.

7:05am - THey put me in the sturips (sp) and I push 3 times in one contraction and the nurse said STOP, call the doctor back in. My OB walks back in and teases me she didn't have a chance to grab her coffee I was so fast. Suits up and sits down. They bring the mirror around, which btw I highly reccomend, and I get ready to push. we do two pushes and her little head comes out. watching it was amazing! She had the cord twice around her neck and my OB tried to get it off but it was to tight, so she told me to push one more time and out she popped! She had her cord 2 times around her neck then around her tummy and between her legs. Im telling you the girl was flipping!

All my dreams came true with this labor and delivery. She went straight to my chest while I delievered the placenta (oh and no stitches or tearing at all - woop woop), then to the warmer. DH brought her back and I got to nurse her within 20 minutes of her birth. She stayed with us for an hour and a half before daddy took her to the nursery.

A few interesting things when she was born she had 2 small blisters on her arm. They did some cultures on it and we should hear back. They said it might be from the fifths, but they were not sure. They also sent my placenta and a peice of the umbilical cord off to the state lab for testing b/c of the fifths disease. My OB said its basically b/c they are interested in the whole thing, not for reasons we should worry or have something to worry about! They said it would be a few weeks before we hear anything.

Miss EMily is doing amazing. The blisters have dried up and are gone. She is nursing like a champ. And I am in total awe of the past week!

Here are some pics Smile - hanks for reading my novel!

After my epidural

My Cheesy Girl


First moments together after her wipe down


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Trey Jackson
May 5, 2009
9:43 am
7 lbs, 13 oz.
20 1/4 in.

My c-sect was scheduled for 9am. I arrived at 7:30am to get all 'hooked up'. I was so dang thirsty b/c I couldn't drink anything for 12 hours and water is my LIFE! I asked for ice chips but they refused. They were pretty strict on having nada in my stomach.

I relaxed as best as I could; just literally watched the hands on the clock go around and around while DH, my parents and nurses chit-chatted back and forth. I was in such a zone. I felt really nervous and I didn't feel that way w/ Cole.

A nurse came in w/ DH's scrubs that said "Coach" on the back Wink and he changed as I was walked to the OR.

It was FREEEEEEEZING in there. I was shaking so bad. They gave me a pillow to hold as I was sitting there, I bent forward "like a cat" and it was spinal time. Didn't hurt too bad. I laid back and the numbness began. A few minutes went by and they were doing 'tests' to make sure the spinal took fully. My OB would pinch and I'd either say "pressure" or "pinch". I was still feeling too many pinches in the period of time I should have just felt pressure. They were starting to get concerned and said that they would give me another couple of minutes and if the pinches didn't turn into pressure, I would have to get put to sleep. My eyes just about popped out of my head when they mentioned this. I didn't cry but I really wanted to. I think I was in shock b/c my spinal w/ Cole had taken so well. DH came in all jolly and asked what was wrong and I whispered that they might have to put me to sleep... At last, ALL the pinches felt like pressure to me and there was a sigh of relief and my surgery began.

This little bugger was in there real snug b/c my OB had to practically get on the operating table to pull/tug him out. It was very uncomfortable but I was giggling the whole time w/ DH - we were saying how in a few seconds, we were gonna be parents again and our world would be rocked upside down (in a good way Wink ). She finally wriggled him out and asked, "Does he have a name??" and DH and I both said, "TREY JACKSON!" She held him up and his little cry just melted my heart. He looked COMPLETELY different then Cole. Less hair, lighter hair, a real pronounced chin, super pouty lips. He was so adorable to us and we were in love.

Of course, he got swept away and DH went w/ him while they finished my surgery. I just closed my eyes and tried to relax. Then off to recovery. Where I zonked out for a bit. Then off to my suite.

It was only about an hour or so until they brought Trey to my room. We nursed right away. Wasn't easy at first, he didn't want to latch. I didn't get frusterated b/c I remember the same thing w/ Cole. Finally, it became easier for us and now it is going tremendously well.

Pretty basic c/s story, I suppose. I'm just stoked that I was AWAKE to see my little boy born Biggrin

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Jake Allen
April 17, 2009 (36wk 1 day)
6lbs 8oz, 19 inches long

Well I had been having a lot of contractions and preterm labor with Jake. At 35wks the contractions came back every 3-4 mins so I went in to be checked out. I was contracting on the monitor regularly and was 1cm and 30% effaced. The OB said that I was probably in early labor and that now it was just a waiting game, but that if they came back or continued to go in to be checked again since the LO was still breech. Well Good Friday (the next night) they were back, so we headed to L&D, contractions were really strong on the monitor and my doc said he was “impressed” but they hadn’t changed my cervix any. So once again, we went home to wait it out. We went in for our 36wk appt the following Monday (actually 35wks 4days) and confirmed that our little man was FOR SURE breech! We were then just deciding on whether to do the version at 37wks or schedule the c-section. I was so frustrated with the decision that I just kept telling DH that I wish I would just go into labor on my own so I didn’t have to make the decision!!

That whole week I kept waking up with horrible contractions at night, but when I would get up to go to work they would go away. I thought it was maybe from us dtd Wed and Thursday night. Well Friday morning was no different. I got up, went to work and then noticed about 10am that I was having contractions, so I started to time them online. They were about 7 mins apart or so, I thought they were nothing so I stopped timing for a bit. I noticed at lunch time I really just didn’t feel well, I didn’t feel like eating much (which never happens to me!) and I was very aggravated. It seemed everything was going wrong at work that day! I ate a little for lunch and then decided I better start timing them again since they had changed. By changed I mean I noticed my whole stomach was getting tight, way up high, unlike before. Some of them I was really having to breathe through! So at 1:50pm I called my OB and went in to be checked out at 2:30pm.

I get there and of course my OB was out all week, he had been moving, so I saw another doc there who was really nice. I told her I was probably crazy for coming in and it was probably a false alarm again, but with him being breech I just wanted to make sure. She checked me and she says “ OOOO you are 3cm and 50% effaced hun” I just about shot up out of bed in shock! :eek: On Monday I was still 1cm and 30% and my doctor didn’t think I was going into labor this wk! She decided she wanted to put me on the monitor to see my contraction pattern. I was put on about 3pm and she said she was going to leave me on for a little bit rather then just send me over to l&d. Yep, sure enough I was contracting every 5 mins now and they were registering up in the 120’s and I was getting kind of uncomfortable! She came back in and said she was going to leave me on for a little bit longer, but that she wanted to check me soon to see if I had changed anymore. At this time I called DH to give him an update and I told him I thought he needed to leave work and go get the kids and get stuff packed in the car. He kept asking if I thought this was really it. I told him I just had a feeling that he needed to get the kids settled and get home and shower and get stuff packed!!

About 4:30 they brought me back to check me again. She walked in and by this time I wasn’t feeling well at all, I was hurting and just felt like crap. She told me “ooo you have that labor look” I said “I feel like I’m in labor”. I was checked again and I was 3cm still but now I was 70% effaced and she said my bag of water was really tight and that she wanted to send me over to the hospital. Now at this time, I still didn’t know it was baby day! Lol

5pm I walk on over to the hospital, one of the nurses starts talking to me. She asked how far along I was and I said 36wks and she told me “OH, we will try to keep you pregnant for at least another week or two” I told “yeah but I’m already 3cm and 70% and in labor with a BREECH baby”!! When she took me back to triage I KNEW things were different. I honestly thought they were just going to monitor me some more and then send me home. I walked in and the nurse told me “So today is baby day huh?!” That’s when I about crapped my pants and texted everyone! I told my mom and DH to hurry up, it was for sure happening!!! Good thing DH listened to me :D. Everyone finally got there and they were all so excited!! My mom was freaking out a little b/c she wasn’t use to not being able to be back there with me, they only allow one person in the triage area, so DH was with me. I got my IV(after 4 sticks) and now we were just waiting for a open OR. Finally at about 8pm I was brought back to the OR for all the prep. They gave me a spinal, which hurt less than the dang IV they gave me. I was super super nervous about being awake, so I kept telling them they better make sure I was numb!!! They finally brought DH in and little Jake Allen was born at 8:36pm!! I had joked with the doctor that he still better be breech! She said he very breech and so stuck in there that she didn't see him turning!! He score 9 and 9 on his apgar! They had the NICU team in the OR just in case he had some breathing issues since he was early, but he did great and didn’t need any help! DH left with Jake to get a bath and they stitched me back up. All of a sudden I told the nurse I thought I was going to pass out and that I was seeing spots. She checked my BP and I saw that it was 101/36 which is super low for me. She shot something in my IV and then I started to feel much better! About 30 mins after Jake was born I was bfing him in the recovery room! Here are some pics of my little man Smile

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GoVikes birth story

Last Tuesday, 5-5, I went to my 40 week appt. and found out that I hadn't made any more progress despite having had tons of contractions the week before. I was still 3 cm and about 75% effaced. Doc told me I should consider being induced by the following Tuesday if I still hadn't had the baby 'cause I'd be over 41 weeks by then so I agreed and we scheduled that as well as a biophysical profile for that Friday. She then asked me if I wanted my membranes stripped and I hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed to let her do it. That hurt like holy heck.

The membrane strip was about 4:30 and by the time DH and I got back to my work place and the parking garage at 5:00 I was already having some pretty bad cramping. The cramping only got worse and by the time we got home I was already starting to have some contractions. Despite the discomfort I managed to sit through dinner- figured if this was it would be the last real meal I'd have in awhile. I had DH start timing my contractions around 8:00ish and they were still only about 5-6 minutes apart and manageable so I decided to wait it out. After padding around a bit longer I decided the best thing to do would be to get some rest so I tried to lay down but found that I couldn't even rest through the pain so got up again and started walking around through the contractions.

I had DH start timing them again about 9:30 and by this time they were coming about 3 minutes apart and lasting for a good minute to minute and a half. They were getting pretty intense to the point where I had to do some serious breathing and hip rocking to get through them. At this point we called the hospital and they said to head in so I could at least get checked.

By the time I got the hospital it seemed as if the contractions had stalled out some even though they still hurt like the dickens. I was bitterly disappointed. I was sure they were going to hook me up, check me and send me home. When the midwife checked me I was 4 1/2 cm, YAYY!!! They were really busy that night so I asked if I could have my epi at that point. I had to wait to get the IV and fluids and by the time I finally got it around 1:00 or so I was writhing around in pain. Ahhhh, sweet relief!! For the second time in my life, I wanted to marry the anesthesiologist!! Lol

Two residents came in to check me and break my water about 2:00 a.m. One of them checked me and I was 6-7 cm. After she broke my water, I immediately dilated to an "easy 8". My L & D nurse predicted baby would be there by 6:00. My OB came in to check me at 3:00 a.m. and I was ready to go. I was prepped and started pushing around 3:30. After pushing for about 15 minutes or so, Anneliese Kira entered the world at 3:48 a.m. with a robust cry.

She wound up having to be taken to the nursery because she was grunting and still had fluid in her lungs, but we got her back about 5 hours later. Nursing was rocky at first, but we've made it through and to my utter joy, I'm finally able to breastfeed. I never did get there w/ DS.

Sorry so long. Here are pics, enjoy!

Being held by daddy

Going home outfit

Chilling out at home

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Benjamin Maxwell- Born on Mother's Day!

The Birth Story of Benjamin Maxwell

It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and we had stopped in a local park to do our daily walk. I was two days from my due date and we had recently discussed when we might have an induction if I did not go into labor by the middle of the following week. On our walk I mentioned to DH that it would have been nice to have had my baby in my arms in time for Mothers Day, and that it would make not having my mom around a little easier (she passed away from brain cancer in March). About half way around the trail I had a strong contraction which I chalked up to a strong BH and we just kept on walking. As the evening progressed I had several more of these contractions but they were anywhere from 30-40 minutes apart so I did not think it was the real thing. We watched a movie and ate dinner and just as I laid down to go to sleep, I had a strong contraction and-POP!!- my water broke!

We jumped in the car and headed for L&D where they examined me and declared that we would indeed be having our baby! I was still only 3-4cm dilated and almost completely effaced so they just had me relax as they hooked me up to the monitors. Eventually I decided to get up and walk around a little bit. On our second lap around the unit I had an intense contraction that lasted about a minute and a half. I knew I needed to get back into bed. The contractions started coming every 1-2 minutes and VERY strong. I was breathing through them but finding myself getting more and more out of control, shaking violently in between and unable to recover before the next one. I was asking about an epidural but they said there was a delay getting me checked in (are you kidding me?!!) and that they still had to do two rounds of antibiotics (for GBS) so I would have to wait. I labored like this for another 3 hours before I started screaming for the epi. FINALLY the anesthesiologist arrived and gave me the epi, all the while my contractions were making me feel like I am going to pass out. The epi took hold after about 15 minutes and I was finally able to relax and even SLEPT for about an hour or so. It was heavenly.

When I woke up, the room was full of worried looking docs, and they told me my BP was dropping so they were going to turn down my epi and put a monitor directly into the baby’s head. I was examined and told I was at 7cm and they said it would be a couple of hours yet before I would start pushing. After only 20 more minutes or so the doc came back and said his shift was almost over so he wanted to examine me quickly before he left. It was then he discovered I was already at 9cm and it was nearly time! He would be the one to deliver me afterall. I was left with the nurse and DH to start the pushing. I didn’t feel pain, just a lot of pressure which let me know when I should push. After about 20 minutes of this people started buzzing about the room, and soon the room was filled with students, nurses and the doc. That’s when the real pushing began. I remember feeling very calm and focused, eventhough DH was anxious as could be. I just knew everything was going to be fine. After another 20 minutes the baby crowned and after only a couple more pushes he was out. The moment they put him on my chest our ipod started playing “What a Wonderful World”! DH and I were sobbing. Our baby was here! Benjamin Maxwell was born at 8:56am on Mother’s Day- May 10th, 2009. He weighed 7lbs 10 oz, and was 20 inches long. I had a minor tear so they had to give me two stitches but I hardly even noticed them doing it. I was amazed by this little man who looked exactly like my husband! We spent the next two and half days in our room, the three of us together, just getting to know one another. It was bliss. I was so happy that my birth experience was as positive as could be. I know my Mom was there the whole time, paving the way for a beautiful delivery and a perfect baby. It was the best first Mother’s Day I could ever have hoped for.


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Sarah Elizabeth's Birth

Sarah Elizabeth
8 lbs 5oz
19.5 inches
born May 13, 2009 2:35pm

I went into the hospital Tuesday night and they started the Cervadil at about 10:30pm. I started feeling contractions almost
immediately and by about 2am they were painful enough that I told my hubby I would never be induced again. Thankfully the
nurse came in about 3:30 and was able to give me something that put me out like a light for about 4 hours (note to self, ask
for the pain meds earlier next time lol).

After having a shower and breakfast they started the Pitocin at 9am Wednesday morning. I started feeling the contractions
right away again and by 10:30 I asked for my epidural. That was an experience in itself, it didn't really hurt but at one point
I got this shock of pain from where he was inserting the needle all the way to my tailbone like I'd stuck my finger in a lightsocket.
It's ever so reassuring to have your anesthesiologist tell you he's never had that happen before. lol Luckily, it only happened once then
everything got blessedly numb below the waist.

When my nurse came in at 11 to see how far I'd progressed and see if we could break my water she found me at 4cm already and
the instant she touched the bag it broke. My mom and sister arrived shortly after that and we chatted for about an hour and a half until
my doctor stopped in. She said that we were probably looking at a delivery time of about 7pm if things kept on track for a first time
delivery so my mom decided she had time to head home to pick up my step father. I was just settling down for a long wait when my
nurse popped back in for another check at 1pm and found that I was actually at a 10 and ready to go right then.

Poor DH ran out to the parking lot to try and catch my mom but was too late. The nurse wanted me to try acouple of pushes to see
what sort of progress we would make but I refused to do anything until my mom got back, I had a feeling things would progress too
quickly otherwise and it turned out I was right. We waited about 45 minutes, by which time the rest of the family had gotten to the hospital
and as soon as mom got back we called my OB (who's office is across the parking lot) and tried a practice push.

Literally from the one push Sarah was right there. At this point the plan got alittle screwy because my sister is a midwife but I wasn't
comfortable with her being my doctor, it just felt awkward. But when she realized how close the baby was she went into full delivery mode
and was down there setting everything up and getting everything ready so when she looked at me and asked again if she couldn't just
deliver her I started laughing and told her she might as well, she'd seen everything already anyway. I was still laughing when she started
hollering for me to stop laughing because the babie's head was half way out and she wasn't in her gloves yet.

Have you ever tried to stop laughing once you start? Easier said than done. Which is why Sarah was born literally after 4 pushes into my sister's
waiting arms with no gown or anything besides gloves on her. I could hear my entire family waiting in the hall laughing with us, it had
to be the most surreal and amazing moment in my life.

By the time my poor OB got across the street Sarah and I had already been cleaned up and my family was in the room with us. I guess after
making me wait for so many years my little girl was as anxious to be here as I was to have her.

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3rd times the charm...or the c-section anyway

Erin Elizabeth, 5/14/09, 7lbs 9oz, 19.75 in.

My birth story started 5/5 (40w) when my doc sent me for my 1st induction. 24hrs....Failed. I didn't dialate at all and was so high in the belly most nurses couldn't reach the cervix!

Sent back again 5/8 (40w2d).....36hrs....failed. I got contractions with this med, but only dialated to 1cm and that was generous.....still at -4 with nurses complaining about how hard I was too reach. (Um...sorry???)

I switched doctors after mine wanted to induce again at 41w1d. My new doctor agreed to let my body cook until 42w as long as we got NST and fluid checks-which I was very happy with.

So I trot off to my NST/Fluid check 5/14 10am. No bag or baby stuff of course because I'm going to be right back home......famous last words eh?
I get my NST-all looks great, as it usually does. Then they send me for the u/s. The first suspicion I had was when the tech kept redoing measurements on the same parts, then left my belly gooey and said the doctor will want to check me as well. In comes the doctor with the accent so thick I can barely understand him and he starts his own measurements. Never a good sign when they don't say "looks good" as they are working. So he finishes and says he needs to run this measurement by my doctor. Ok, now I'm pretty sure I'm NOT going home. The tech came back in to check on me and I said, "So I assume my fluid is low?" She just smiles and says yes. Ah, crap....another trip to L&D where I won't dialate and they'll send me packing AGAIN without a baby.

So upstairs I go to L&D. Ironically I'm greeted by the nurse who started my last induction, and says, "you're back???" Argh! A sign I have definitely spent tooooooo much time here! I called my hubby as I was waiting to get checked in because of course he's at work....where I told him to stay because if they decide to induce again it could be days before I deliver. I did have c-section in the back of my mind....but didn't dwell on that too much because it didn't seem like an emergency.

I got all checked in and IV'd, etc. The doctor on call came to see me and decided misoprostol was probably our best route. (That was the only med that every got me moving-and I'd had all 3-pit, miso, cervadil). The plan was miso through the evening, cervadil overnight and start pit in the AM. At this point, I asked when they would call it failed and opt for a c-section. They said they would decide in the AM. So they start the miso and I begin small contractions. They check me 4 hrs change. CRAP! In goes 2nd dose miso. During this time, my mom had called to see how my appt was. She's a complete anxiety basket case so I tell her my fluid was low, but I'm just being monitored. (They had driven across the state twice before during my other inductions despite the fact I told them I would call when I had news. No, they call from the road and say they are coming. When they did come to the hospital they fussed over every machine and sat and stared at me asking if I felt anything know, like the "can you hear me now?" commercial. Ugh...not something I can handle.)
I tell mom not to come yet because it will probably be days if not another failure. "Please just wait for me to call."

My DH had shown up by now (after work was done) and we begin the tired wait for nothing to happen. Well, not to contractions get stronger and for the 1st time I got to use my birthing class breathing! I was actually thinking....hey this might work! Um...yeah....wishful thinking.

My MIL & SIL come to visit and then left for dinner. Not really enough action to warrant visitors and it would probably still be days at the rate I was progressing. But then my phone rings and it's my parents.....telling me they are on the road and coming over. I lost it and started yelling at them about how I told them I would call when I had news and they should not come because we don't know anything yet. The last thing I wanted was a parade of anxious people when I was trying to use natural calming techniques for labor. I got off the phone just fuming. Which was not really helpful, but I just could not believe their narcisism.

So I'm trying to calm down talking with DH when 3 nurses fly into the room, roll me on my side, put me on oxygen, and start moving the hb monitor around on my belly. I guess Erin's HB had had a severe dip during one of my pissed off contractions. They leave me on my side with oxygen and continue to monitor her. Each contraction was making her HB decel and so they decided to stop the induction. Her HB went right back to normal after the contractions subsided. They did a final check and I was still 1cm, -4.

Now came the parade of oncall docs & OB's telling me about how I wasn't progressing and they could try cervadil or a balloon catheder, but didn't want to break my water......etc. I started asking if my body would ever be ready...I mean I'm getting close to 42w and nada. So they start debating induction/c-section risks and benefits. It was finally decided that Erin would probably not tolerate labor well, even if they could get it started-which wasn't guaranteed. So OB decides to schedule a c-section for Friday AM, but goes to consult another OB to make sure. About 10 minutes later, in walks on call OB and new OB and they start telling me how they would recommend a c-section. By this point DH and I had already figured that was the course, so we were fine with it. My hubby asks what time tomorrow they will do it, and the new OB says, "Oh no, we'll do it in about 20 minutes." :eek: Oh.....ok.

So the flood of nurses come in and prep me and DH with our OR gear. We barely had time to call anybody----since we finally had news....
They wheeled me off to the OR, gave me my spinal-which was not nearly as painful as a blood patch, tip me back and set up for the surgery.
It was all so surreal. I remember mostly shaking a lot from the meds, but then being surprised by the smell. They use a laser to make the incision, but I didn't know they had started so I ask DH, "what's burning?" He just smirked and told me I didn't want to know. Wink They pushed around for a while, they pushed on my belly and out she popped. My first reaction was "I can breathe" because I could finally take a deep full breath for the first time in months!

They cleaned her up, sewed me up-or rather glued me together, and it was done. Ironically, the doctor was doing his final checks and says "oh, well now your cervix decides to come down." They never did find a reason she didn't drop or dialate.

Erin Elizabeth was born at 10:47pm, weighed 7lbs 9ox (so much for the doc who was freaked out over big baby), and 19.75 inches long. She went to the nursery got her basics done, came back to the recovery room and has been attached at the breast ever since.

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Mason Richard
May 18, 2009
9:53 AM
7lb 5 oz
20 inches

Sunday evening I thought I was supposed to call the hospital at 6 to find out what time to go in for the Cervadil, but they called me about 5:30 and told me to come in as soon as I was ready. So I took a shower and finished packing and we headed into the hospital. I got into a room at about 7:00. I was still only 1cm, but was 60% effaced, about 20% more than Thursday. Was still having contractions consistently, but they obviously weren’t doing much. So the nurse was getting my IV set up and my blood drawn. Well after she got all the blood and got the IV taped, I asked if it was supposed to hurt that bad. Turned out she went through a valve and my left arm is very purple. So another nurse had to come in and look for a different place. She got one other nurse to come in and look to get another opinion. The third nurse tried my right wrist, but ran into a valve so she pulled out and didn’t go through it. Finally she got on in successfully in my left wrist. After that I was certainly thinking I can see why people have births at home so they don’t have to be stuck with so many needles! It was my very first IV experience and I was very scared about getting an IV, and they did not ease my fears about it at all. I definitely dread the day I ever have to have another.

Anyways after she got the third IV in, Baby’s heartrate dropped. They turned me side to side until he was stable again. She wouldn’t insert the Cervadil until he was stable. Finally his heart rate had been stable for a bit and they thought maybe he had grabbed his cord or something. So the nurse inserted the Cervadil probably around 10 or a bit before I think. It didn’t take long after it was inserted for my contractions to get a bit stronger and more painful. Justin left the hospital to go get something to eat and come back by the house to feed the dogs and such. So I was sitting in the hospital reading my book and heard the door open to the room. I barely had time to set my book down before I had 3 nurses surrounding me, my bed was thrown back and I was flipped to my side and they were giving me an oxygen mask and one nurse was messing with the baby’s monitor. So I was really scared at that point, they told me the baby’s heart rate had dropped to the 60s and 70s. He was not tolerating the contractions. So because it was the 2nd time his heart rate dropped they called my OB and she said she since he was not tolerating the contractions to pull the cervadil and we would do a c-section in the morning. So I spent the evening preparing myself for a c-section the next morning. I got maybe 1 hour of sleep the whole night. I was still contracting all night, though not as strong, but the baby was stable all night.

So Monday morning my OB comes in and says that the baby has been tolerating contractions all night. They didn’t know why his heart rate had dropped, but I could try to labor and see how he does if I wanted. Well since I had already prepared for the c-section, and I was afraid if I got on the pit the stronger contractions would cause him stress again and I didn’t want an emergency c-section, I said we would go ahead with the c-section.

On my way to the OR and sitting on the table getting the spinal I was thinking, why did I decide to go with the c-section? Is this the right thing? But I was soon relieved because as soon as he was out my OB announced that he had the cord wrapped around his neck twice and it was tight. So we would have ended up with a c-section anyway. So I was very thankful that I made the decision to go with the c-section. Just hearing him cry was the best feeling in the world and I just felt relieved he was here and healthy.

My BP had been a bit high since I had gone in Sunday night though. Though it is understandable because I was very nervous and anxious about the induction. But in recovery it went up higher and in recovery I had a REALLY bad headache and neck ache. First the nurse gave me tordol, but then called my dr. cuz how high my BP was. My OB ordered some meds that would make my blood pressure go down. After 2 doses of that my BP was down and my headache was gone. But I ended up in recovery for about 1 and ½ hours instead of the normal 45 minutes because of the BP issue. After that though it went back to normal and I didn’t have any other issues.

The anesthesiologist for my surgery was wonderful. I never felt nauseous or anything. Though during the c-section my shoulder was killing me, the anesthesiologist said it was because of air in the diaphragm. But he stood there by my head and made sure I was feeling ok, asked me if I was nauseous or anything and he told me everything that was going on. If I ever have to have a c-section again, I hope he will be my anesthesiologist again.

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Kaitlyn's birthstory

Really, really long. Just skim it!

The Birth Story of Kaitlyn Jane P.
Friday, May 1, 2009

Worth Every Minute

[LEFT]Kaitlyn's birthstory begins at the beginning . . . with conception. In August of 2008, Rob had been injured in an accident at work which resulted in third degree burns on his right ankle. This injury caused him to be off of work for 6 weeks. During his recovery, he was taking a strong dose of narcotics to combat the pain. I blame the influence of narcotics on our lack of judgment and, therefore, her conception. Of course, it could have something to do with our inability to control ourselves too! [/LEFT]

[LEFT]I have a disease called, polycystic ovarian syndrome, which causes me to have long, irregular cycles with late ovulation or anovulatory cycles when I did not ovulate at all. So, it was very difficult for me to conceive. It took 2 ½ years, including 6 months of Clomid, to conceive Jackson and another fertility drug which treats PCOS (metformin) to conceive Camille. After giving birth to Camille, I struggled with what birth control to use. I couldn't use the pill because I have hypertension and I didn't like the nuva ring because it caused me to spot throughout the month. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]So, one night in August of 2008, after Rob and I had been flirting in the kitchen, we literally asked ourselves, “what were the odds of conceiving without fertility drugs? About a million to one!” Since Rob was under the influence, it didn't take long to convince him to follow me into the bedroom. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]What I didn't take into consideration that fateful night in August of 2008 was the fact that I had lost 60 lbs after Camille's birth and that my cycles had become very regular. I'd have a period every 28 or 29 days. So, 5 to 6 weeks later when I had not had a period, I began to be suspicious. One Sunday morning, I locked myself in the big bathroom and took a Dollar Tree test. Bam! It was positive. I unlocked the bathroom door and Rob was standing in the hallway waiting for me. Even though we hadn't talked about me being late, he must've known what I was doing. The first thing he asked me what I was doing and I said “I have something to show you”. Two big, fat pink lines.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Rob and I were both shell-shocked. It was impossible for us to believe that we were going to have an unplanned pregnancy. I think we both panicked too. There were so many good reasons not to add to our family and those reasons raised a lot of questions about how we were going to take care of a new baby for which we didn't have answers. How were we going to afford a new baby? Where was a new baby going to fit in our tiny home? We both worked. Where were we going to get time and energy for a new baby? How were we going to fit three car seats in the back of a Honda Civic?[/LEFT]

[LEFT]These questions kept swirling around in our heads as we searched for answers. I think that Rob and I both went through a little depression. But, we couldn't afford to be depressed, so I think we both just decided to deny the fact that I was pregnant.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]I did have one, wretched daily reminder that I was pregnant – morning sickness! I would wake up every morning and gag on my own stomach bile. Even with zofran, an anti-nausea drug they'd prescribe for chemo patients, I would still gag and choke on some mornings. There was something besides the zofran that would settle my tummy – McDonald's hamburgers washed down with real coke. No wonder, I gained too much weight – 50 pounds. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]At 20 weeks, at the end of December 2008, Rob and I went to “the big ultrasound”. We had decided not to find out the gender. Since the entire pregnancy was a surprise, we decided that we could keep the gender of the baby a surprise! Besides, we already had a boy and a girl and we would be thrilled with either a boy or a girl. During the big ultrasound, however, I thought I heard the technician slip and say, “there's his arm”. For the rest of the pregnancy, I was convinced that you were a boy and we were going to name you either Charles Robert or Nicholas Robert. As with Jackson, I was serverly sick and as with Jackson, the ultrasound techinicians kept telling me that the baby had a big head. I just knew that you were a boy.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Despite our reservations about being pregnant and despite the morning sickness, this was my easiest pregnancy of all in some respects. Because I didn't develop pre-eclampsia, my doctor didn't put me on bedrest for a long period of time. In fact, I was able to work until the day before my scheduled c-section. As a precaution, my OB/GYN did schedule non-stress tests two times per week and ordered extra ultrasounds. At my 36 week appointment, my doctor surprised me by saying it was time to schedule my c-section. I was shocked because I didn't know that I was going to have Cammi until the morning of her birthday. At my next appointment, the medical assistant handed me some paperwork and told me that my c-section was scheduled for May 1st! And so the countdown began . . .[/LEFT]

[LEFT]The days in April slowly ticked by. I began to tie up loose ends at work by finishing the cases that could be closed and distributing the rest to other lawyers in my office. My last trial was on April 21 and I raced to draft my last appellate brief (which I did not file until the day before the baby was born!). At home, I began to nest at home by washing baby clothes, stocking the house with enough groceries to feed a pack of hungry wolves, bringing out baby gear and cleaning it, grooming the dog, and vaccumijng out the car. Rob and I did make a valiant effort to install a booster seat and two car seats in the back of my Honda Civic, but it's just not possible. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Eventually, my last day of work – April 23rd – arrived. I celebrated by going out for dinner and drinks at Bravo in the Greene with the work ladies – Carolyn, Debbie, Sha, and Sally. I salivated over their cocktails and dreamt about the time I could have a sip myself. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]On the day before you were born, I still had three or four things on my “to-do list”. Chicago Grandma and Papa were coming to meet the new baby and I wanted the house to be clean. I also wanted to make and freeeze some casseroles. And, I needed to pack overnight bags for Jackson and Cammi. So, I asked Kim, our babysitter, to watch Jackson and Cammi fior the day. After dropping them off, I did manage to straighten the house and clean the toilets, but I never got around to mopping the floor or making my casseroles. I was absolutely exhausted by just doing those few simple tasks and I felt crampy and uncomfortable all day. I found myself laying on the couch counting contractions instead! I was starting to wonder if the baby was going to wait until her scheduled birthday! [/LEFT]

[LEFT]At 4 o'clock, I picked up your older brother and sister at the babysitter's at the babysitter's house. We had an hour to kill before Jackson's swim lesson. So, I decided to take them to activity center park. As soon as we got to the park, Jackson unbuckled Cammi and raced down the hill to the playground. Being as I was 39 weeks pregnant and could only waddle like a duck, I couldn't snag them in time and Cammi tripped and fell into a mud puddle at the bottom of the hill. There was no way we could stay at the park because Cammi was covered in mud from head to toe. So, I wiped her off with the napkins I had stuck in the glove compartment as best as I could and we raced home – all three of us crying – to change clothes before swim class. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Once we got home, I decided to skip the swim class, we were all just to emotional – the kids were mad at me because I made them leave the park and I was just overwhelmed with nerves. Instead, I spent the time packing the kids' bags. I was worried about Jackon because he had a nightmare the night before. He didn't like the idea of me having surgery. So, I wrote a little note for Jackson and hid it in his bag.
It said something like . . .[/LEFT]

[LEFT]“Please don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Have a great time at Nana's house and be a good boy. When you wake up, you'll have a new little brother or sister and you can come to the hospital to see me. I love you with all my heart. Mommy”.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]When Rob got home from work, he took us out for “my last dinner” at Barleycorn's. My last meal consisted of grilled chicken and a baked potato. Then, we dropped the kids and their luggage off at Nana's house. It was very difficult for me on an emotional level to drop the kids off. So, I tried to make it quick and hold back the tears because I didn't want to upset either of them. I was going to miss them terribly and I felt like I was saying goodbye to our family of four. There was a major change about to happen in our lives – coming the form of a little, bundle of joy! [/LEFT]

[LEFT]When we got home from dropping off the kids at Nana's house, Rob had to pack his bag and we set out the video camera and digital camera for the next day. I think we went through the videos of Jackson and Cammi's birthdays and reminisced. We talked about the next day and I told Rob that the worst part of the whole c-section was getting the IV. I must have been prophetic. At midnight, Rob went to bed and I laid on the couch and flipped channels for the rest of the night. I did doze off and on, but I watched the clock turn 4:00 a.m. And I jumped off the couch and ran into the bedroom. I said “wake up, Daddy. It's baby day!” [/LEFT]

[LEFT]I took a long shower that morning. I took the time to shave my legs, underarms, and bikini area. That's quite an acrobatic feat at 39 weeks pregnant! After I got out of the shower, I did my hair and make up. Even though Rob thought I was crazy, I was determined to look nice for all of the new baby pictures. When I walked into the living room, Rob was eating his 3rd bowl of cereal. I shooed him into the shower. It took him another ½ hour or 45 minutes to primp and get dressed. Then, we packed the car and drove to the hospital.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]We were supposed to arrive at the hospital at 5:15 a.m., but we were about 15 minutes late because of Rob's primping. He had to look beautiful for the big day. We rang the front desk and they buzzed us into L&D. We met our first L& D nurse,who had the personality of a wet blanket, and she showed us into a labor room. I signed some paperwork and changed into a hospital gown. Next, I climbed into the hospital bed and the nurse strapped both the contraction monitor and the hearbeat monitor around my belly and the blood pressure cuff around my arm. My blood pressure was sky high at this point like 160/90. It was a physical manifestation of my anxiety. Eventually, a technician came up from the lab to draw my blood and another nurse came into to start my i.v. As I predicted, it was next to impossible for the nurses to get the IV into my rolling veins. The first nurse stuck the top of my left hand twice. When she failed, she went to retrieve another nurse who stuck the top of my right hand two times. At this point, I started to protest and ask for the anesthesiologist because it hurt me when the murse stuck the needle into my hand and started to fish around inside for the vein. I could only tolerate so much of that. Much to my surprise, they did honor my wishes and page an anesthesilogist. After a few minutes the doctor arrived, he was successful putting the IV in the front of my left hand on the first try! I could've kissed him. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Dr. K arrived in the midst of the IV fiasco. She sat at the end of my bed and delivered the informed consent lecture where she explains the risks of a 3rd c-section. I know that she has to tell her patients the risks, but she scared me to death! On the flip side, it did distract me from the dude putting the iv in my hand. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]After Dr. K, there were just a few things left to do before I took the long walk down the hall to the OR to become a mother of three! A new nurse, who didn't introduce herself, came into the room. My first L&D nurse, the one with zero personality, didn't even bother to say goodbye. With all of the star treatment i was getting (insert sarcasm), I'm glad that I only spent 2 hours in L&D. Anyhow, Nurse #2, nurse no name, announced that she had to shave my pubic hair, whipped out an electric razor, and went to work. That was a fine how-do-you-do! She also gave me a shot of antacid that tasted like sprite with extra sugar. That isn't even a really good explanation of the taste. It had a nasty kick to it. I'll be happy if I never have to drink that stuff again.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]After kissing Rob goodbye for the moment, Nurse #2 escorted me to the OR. A room full of people were already in the Orwaiting for me including Dr. K. I climbed on top of the table, sat down, and curled my tummy over a pillow,. The anesthesiologist untied the back of my gown, and went to work inserting the catheter into my back for the spinal. During the process, Dr. K was chatting with me in order to keep my mind off of the anesthesilogist. She asked me “what is this baby's name?' I replied that I didn't know if the baby was a boy or a girl. If it was a girl, it would be Kaitlyn and if it was a boy, it would be Charlie. The anesthesiologist finished and my legs started to get numb right away. It happened so fast that it was actually hard for me to swing my legs onto the table and lay down. Then, Dr. S arrived to assist Dr. K. When Dr. K saw him, she left to go scrub for surgery.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]While we were waiting for the docs to scrub, the nurse flipped my gown over the bar and I was laying there naked. She started to comment to the other people in the room about how great my scar from the other sections looked. I couldn't believe that she was inspecting my body that closely. How embarrassing. Oh well, I guess you lose all sense of modesty during child birth. I think a nurse during Cammi's birth said that same thing about the scar from Jackson's c-section.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]When the doctors returned to the OR, things started to happen quickly. Dr. K said “Pam, I am pinching you as hard as I can. Can you feel anything?” No, in fact, I couldn't feel a thing. How odd! The nurse finally led Rob back into the room, which was such a relief. I was beginning to think he was going to miss the birth! Rob sat in a chair by my head and held my hand. In comparison to my other 2 c-sections, the actual surgery was a lot more traumatic. While I didn't feel any pain, I could definitely feel a lot of pressure. The doctors were doing a lof of cutting and pushing and pulling in an attempt to get the baby out. Rob said that there was a lot of scar tissue (and fat) to cut through and that the baby was floating high up in my uterus and it was hard for the doctors to find her. At one point, Dr. S had his elbow on my upper abdomen and was leaning down on his elbow with all of his body weight trying to push the baby down. I thought to myself “wow, that's going to be sore later”. I started to feel nauseous and the pushing and pulling was getting unbearable. I was also starting to freak out. This was not like the other sections. The docs had Jackson and Cammi out of my stomach within 5 minutes of cutting me open. But, it was obvious the doctors were having a hard time getting a hold of the baby and pulling her out.. Like I said, I was starting to have a panic attack Just when I thought I couldn't take another minute of it, Dr. K finally managed to pull the baby out and announced “It's Kaitlyn!!!!!!!!!!” She lifted her over the bar so I could see my little miracle. I just couldn't believe that it was a girl. I was totally blown away. I was convinced I was having a little boy. I think I kept saying over and over again through tears “I'm so surprised!”[/LEFT]

[LEFT]The doc handed the baby over to the staff to be cleaned and assessed. Your APGAR scores were 8 at one minute and 9 at 5 minutes. Then, they wrapped you in two blankets and gave you to your daddy who brought you over to me. I instantly fell head over heels in love with my sweet, sweet daughter. Before her delivery, I was so worried about where I was going to get the time , energy, and patience to take care of three children. As it turns out, I needn't have wasted one second of my time worrying about that.. My heart grew about ten sizes that day and out of that love will come all I need to take care of her. It was only 8 o'clock in the morning and my life had changed forever. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Dr. K and Dr. S tied my tubes and stitched me up, but I was too enamored by my new baby to pay any attention to that. Then, I was allowed to hold her as they wheeled me into the recovery room and I tried to nurse her while Daddy started to call everyone. The first person we called was Jackson, who was thrilled to hear about your big arrival and wanted to know if we could name the new baby “cutie, cutie girl”! I was only in recovery for about an hour. Then, I was transferred to the maternity ward. Thanks to Aunt Jen's brother, I was given the luxury suite. The maternity nurse, who was wonderful, bathed Katie right in the room and I spent the morning cuddling my new girl. Unlike with Cammi, I wasn't separated from the baby for hours while waiting for the nursery to bathe and examine her. Grandpa Don, our first visitor among many, arrived at 10:00 a.m.and was amazed by how cute Katie was. He was reluctant to give her up and go back to work. [/LEFT]

[LEFT]Instead of cigars or chocolate bars, Rob made birth announcements out of mini-Kahlua bottles and handed them out to our family and friends.[/LEFT]

[LEFT]Kaitlyn Jane Pinchot
Friday, May 1, 2009
7:35 a.m.
7 lbs 9 ½ oz, 21 1/2”
dark hair/blue eyes
long fingers and toes [/LEFT]




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Birth Story of Miles

Miles John A.
April 29th 2009, 4:30 am
37 weeks 2 days
6 lbs 5 oz, 19.25 inches
Apgars 9, 9
44 hour labor- 41 plus 3 of pushing

Monday, April 27th- 2009.
I had 3 doctors appts scheduled for this morning....A friend I've known for 15 years had asked about coming to visit me from Nor Cal this day and I said ok but told her I had all these appts, and I thought to myself "what if I get news at this appt and never get to go home? Maybe she shouldn't come?" I told myself I was nuts and forgot about it...All weekend I panicked about labor and kept telling myself I had weeks to go. That morning first I had an OB appt at 9:30....SO and I went and talked about how after these appt we would start preparing more for baby and clean, etc. At my OB appt I was totally closed- no dialation, no effacement and he was high. OB gave me my papers and we discussed what happens when I go into labor down the road. Then we walked over to the hospital for my NST. We talked about how smooth this pregnancy has been health wise and how great it has been...SO said "Watch, its not all smooth and easy." I told him to shut up. My NST was great, baby was active and healthy. Miles has actually been more active then EVER in the days leading up to this. After my NSt I had an US that had been scheduled a month earlier because at my last US my fluid was a little low but still fine. Went to US and baby looked great but US tech mentioned the fluid was kind of low- but it seemed like no biggie. She said the perintologist would be in to talk to us...He came in and said the fluid was too low- there was no way I would make it to 40 weeks, possibly not to the end of this week. I was shocked! I couldn't believe it...He was so calm and laid back I still thought I was going home. He said no, your going to L&D and you're going to be monitered for a few hours. If baby looks perfect we might let you go home and drink tons of fluids and rest and see how your water is tomorrow, if it isn't perfect, you might be induced today! I started freaking...We weren't ready, the house wasn't ready and I hadn't weaned as much as I wanted to off a medication that worried me. I started crying, I had told myself I would have almost 40 weeks and I had time but it looked like I didnt. What if something was wrong?? I was so upset. Went to L&D and got hooked up to monitors...Baby looked great and it looked like I might go home. I had to pee and the nurse said she would rather I held it. Then she said "go ahead I guess, hurry". I guess in the time I peed and got back his HB did a funny dip but went back up- she said me getting up to pee did something negative to him and I would probably be staying and being induced. I started crying...SO was freaking out...we were just in shock. We thought we would be home already! My OB should up and confirmed what we already knew- it was time!
It all happened so fast in the beginning...My first nurse (I had many since I was there so long) was GREAT, I loved her. She was very comforting and made me laugh a lot...She put a pill in my cervix to soften it and we noticed shortly after I was 1 cm and already having some contractions. I had NEVER had a BH my whole pregnancy so I was wondering if I would have gone into labor on my own, which is possible, but considering how unwilling my body was to progress and have this baby I don't know. I'll never know. Bart left to go take care of a few things, feed the cats and bring me a hospital bag. My friend Danika showed up with tons of magazines which was great and it helped me relax a little. Then my friend Michelle came and hung out for a little while. Having friends around made me feel a lot better. After a few hours my back was starting to really hurt so they moved me to an actual room so I could get the epidural. I got the epi and felt soooooooo much better! As you know I have a bad back and metal plates in my lumbar and sacral spine so labor was going to be tricky. My OB wasn't sure I would be able to push a baby out but I was going to try! My metal hardware is in the worst place for giving birth and I have a plate attached to my sacrem which baby passes by. Barts mom had planned on being at the birth and of course she happened to be in NY instead of Nor Cal, she was sure she would miss the delivery and was so upset. She started making flight arrangements to get here but we figured she'd miss everything. At this point everyone thought I would have the baby tuesday morning or early afternoon.
The night went on and not much was happening...SO, Danika and Michelle hung out with me all night and left around 11:30. They waited for my last check to see if they should stay and I think I was still at 1 cm...I'd been at 1 now for almost 12 hours. I was disappointed but calm at the same time as it still didn't seem real to me that I was having a baby! It seemed like I was just hanging out at the hospital. I was dreading pushing so I didn't mind it taking a little bit of time, I was terrified.
All Monday night /tuesday am SO and I tried to sleep but it was tough...I hadn't eaten since Sunday and was hungry but they wouldn't let me eat. They had a broken chair for SO to sleep in and of course he was uncomfortable and tired from running around all day trying to prepare.

Tuesday am: 4-28-09
I dozed on and off through the night maybe a total of 2 hours and my OB arrived. She checked me and I was still making NO progress...I think I was still a 1 even though I was having contractions all night. She broke my water and was pleased it was clear and ran this tubing and a monitor up into my uterus to monitor contractions and run water through my uterus. It was funny Miles would kick the the contraption and wiggle it around. She said if I hadn't delivered or made much progress by that evening (it was 8 am) then I would have a csec. SO left to go to babys r us and use a gift card we had to get the crib- we drained my account and returned some gifts so we could get it, I was so scared of disappointing MIL! She ended up not even caring! She had decided to fly from Buffalo, NY to Chicago, to San Fran. Then she was going home to pack a bag, heading back to the airport and she would arrive in SD late tuesday night. Through the day people were calling nonstop but nothing was happening. I had not wanted to call my parents but SO and my IL told me I should...the nurses told me to notify her after the last flight from Tucson left Monday night so I did. She wanted to fly out but told me she would wait until I told her to-so she understood it was up to me. I stressed all tuesday about what to do-let her come or not? I really didn't want her there. Anyways, I barely made progress all day tuesday. That afternoon (like 30 hours after induction) I was at a 2/3.Through all of this I was on oxygen for a lot of it (most of it) and there were some concerns about Miles but he would bounce back everytime. I was starting to get nervous because I wasn't progressing, They upped the pit and said if by 6 pm I wasn't at a 4 I would have a c-sec...Well at 6 I'd just made it to a 4!! Wahoo!

Tuesday night:
Michelle came back over and so did Danika... Around 8 or 9 that night I started feeling really sh*tty. The pain in my back and uterus was getting worse and worse. I was finally progressing...MIL showed up finally after travelling for forever around 10:30 pm very happy to not have missed the birth. I contined to deteriorate and was laying in my bed writhing and yelling in pain. It felt like the epi wasn't working anymore! They finally redid my epi, I said I wouldn't be able to handle this much pain. The anesthesiologist noted I was on my 4th anesthesiologist and couldn't believe how long I'd been here....He said that epi's do wear off over time. Great. Time went on and I was in so much pain still I couldn't speak...the nurse I had now seemed nice at first but ended up being a b*tch! Ugg.

Wednesday, 4-29-09.
At about 1 am I was dying from pain and she checked me-10 cm. Bart planned on being a part of the labor- but not helping deliver! She told Bart to grab one leg, she grabbed the other- and Bart and the nurse basically delivered me! He was a trooper- he saw a lot of crazy stuff! He had to coach, hold my legs, time contractions, do everything. Danika, Michelle and MIL had ran out to get a drink and in that time the nurse had Bart grab one leg, she grabbed the other and they told me to start pushing!
The pain was excruciating....Unbearable...I was so tired. I hadn't slept in 3 nights and hadn't eaten in 3 days. My spine felt like it was being ripped apart...I screamed and screamed and screamed. I guess Danika and everyone else were about to come back in the room and heard them telling me to push and decided to go wait in the waiting room. I was really glad I didn't want them to see me like this.

I pushed for 3 hours total, 2 hours the first time, and it was the worst experience of my life. It was like i Had no epi...I could feel everything. My back was in soooooo much pain- on a scale of 1-10 it was a 20! I'm not a loud person but I was screaming- I asked for God to kill me out loud! That bad? WTF?? I love life! lol, but this was worse than I can ever explain! I felt like I couldn't go on...every second I didn't think I would make it to the next second... I was begging to die, thrashing all over the bed and I was out of control! I felt constant excruciating pain but had trouble distinguishing contractions- the pain would just get way worse but I didn't feel pressure...So we had to guess when I was having contractions which was really tough. After 2 hours of pushing I had had it! I was begging to be taking to the OR for a csec, I mean it had been 43 hours! With constant contractions and no food or sleep! The nurse was acting like I was annoying and like my back shouldn't be bothering me which was so rude-and wrong, everyone else couldn't believe I was delivering vaginally. She kept saying "oh your back is fine, its just from laying in the bed for so many days." I was like "ummm do you have 3 plates and screws in your spine? and connected to my sacrem which needs to MOVE to let the baby through?" She was just ignoring me and telling me to be quiet. She checked me and realized there was still a lip on my cervix so the baby couldn't come through. I was soooooooooo upset. She said i needed to hang out for 30 minutes or so and not push...I was crying, screaming and said no fing way! I couldnt NOT push and I couldnt go on anymore. The baby was BARELY moving- after 40 hours of labor and 2 hours of pushing. SHe said she would get the anesthesiologist and left- it felt like an eternity...I actually wanted to die, it was that bad. He finally came in and adjusted my epidural-I begged him not to leave I was so scared of it not working enough, I couldn't take it anymore! My OB showed up and now it was about 4 am. She checked me and said it was time to push again, I was in less pain because of the new epi and tried to keep pushing. She had been about to use forceps for a while and I was hoping she wouldn't have to. As soon as I started I began to vomit...I hadn't eaten in 3 days so I was just throwing up bile...It was so sick. They tried to hold a bucket for me but it was so violent I had bile all over my face and all over me.
I guess the vomiting was a good thing because it helped push Miles a little bit! They said vomiting is just as good for pushing! I finally finished vomiting and baby had descended a little...I found the strength to push for 30 more minutes... I felt him moving down and gave a big big push my Ob yelled "Stop stop stop!" I didn't know what had happened but I guess the cord was around his neck and he had his hand and arm outstretched above his head, his hand came out first.
I pushed a couple more times and felt him crowning....then, out came all of Miles! FINALLY! 44 hours later!!!!!!!! April 29th at 4:30 am, 6 lb, 5 oz, 19 and a quarter inches long. 9 and 9 apgars.
I pushed for 3 hours total...Was in labor 44 hours total...

Miles came out and I was in shock but also ecstatic. He started crying which was the best sound ever-best moment of my life! She handed him off to the pedi's and they checked him over and I watched in shock- so scared just that something might not be right. SO went over to cut the cord and take pics. My OB had trouble getting my placenta out and said it was "hanging on for dear life" but finally did which wasnt pleasant, then she stitched me up for quite a while because I tore.
I think SO was in shock too...It was weird,I didn't cry or anything- I was just in shock and he pedis said he looked perfect and handed him to me finally. I held him and he had his eyes open, just looking beautiful! SO went to grab everyone and as soon as they walked in I went on a tirade about how people were insane and I would never ever give birth again. I had had it! Danika, Michelle and MIL say my tirade was hysterical, out of a movie, and one of the best parts of my labor. They also couldn't believe how beautiful he was.
Unfortunately, I began having a breakdown- my back felt horrendous, the pain was at a 15 out of 10, just horrible...I was screaming in pain and nobody was doing anything. Everyone left around this time to go to work (after staying up all night) and i just screamed and cried. My nurse was telling me to be quiet and how women give birth all the time, whats the big deal...She kept telling me my back was no big deal! I was so mad! My epi had long worn off, it was pretty much gone for most of my delivery. My OB didn't think I would be capable of pushing a baby out with my back- so the fact I did was amazing then I have this rude woman putting me down. I just went through 44 hours of labor and shes telling me I'm a wimp for being in pain. As they were moving me to PP another nurse showed up who has a bad back too- she was so nice, I was crying hysterically and unable to hold Miles because I was in so much pain. She said people who don't have back pain don't know what its like, and she would try to help because of course my back would be killing me at this point, according to her. She took over and they took me to PP-I couldn't walk or get out into my wheelchair very well bc of my back. i just cried and screamed the whole way there. In PP they gave me a vicodin- a vicodin??? I have a tolerance to pain meds from having back surgery and a broken back for a year- I knew this wouldn't do anything. Thats nothing for this type of pain either way! I just lost the time after my birth was pretty bad, almost just has bad as when I was pushing. I was out of control from the pain- my back felt like it had been broken a million times. After like 6 hours in PP they wanted me to walk and realized I really couldnt walk because of my back...they finally gave me some more meds which were weak but it dulled the pain a little. The first day in PP was really hell, almost as bad as labor.

Eventually it got better. My mom arrived. That kinda sucked but whatever. A bunch of people came to visit me that evening and we ordered pizza and had a nice time. My stitches and stuff hurt pretty bad but I was ok other than my back. They had a bed for SO in PP and we spent our first night with our son...I was hoping to sleep after that many days without sleep and in labor but Miles stayed up all night.
There was a problem with his blood work- a pedi came in with very sad news about a disorder that showed on his blood work- but said he though there might be a lab error because he looked wayyyyyyy too healthy to have this blood disorder. We were pretty freaked out...They redid his blood work twice and it turns out it was a lab error! He was perfect and didnt have the platelet disorder...Thank god! So, labs DO screw up!
I was released thursday (day after delivery) in the late afternoon and he came home with me, which was a dream come true!!....I was admitted MOnday morning. Quite an ordeal for a vaginal delivery. It was so great going home..MIL had gotten everything ready.He was perfect, it was more than I could have ever asked for...I was nervous something would be wrong but he was just perfect! I did well! I am so grateful! We also really thought I was going to end up with a csec after such a long labor but I did it somehow! Luckily he held up great during the whole labor- which very stressful for him too and there were some scary times when they thought they might rush me to the OR. Hes just a wonderful, perfect, healthy little guy! All my worries were just worries, he is perfect...

2 weeks later- hes great, I'm great, its tough taking care of him since I started a new semester of grad school and SO is working very late nights but we are managing somehow. I'm just exhuasted...Alone with him AGAIN because SO has to work until 4 am. Ugg.
He is a happy baby overall and only cried when he is hungry or wet, etc.

Overall, a horrendous delivery but a wonderful outcome. I do want more babies and have babies on the brain! I don't think I could make it through another delivery like this one but hopefully next time I won't have to be induced and my back will be better. It really was hell. Yuck I can't even think about it!

I love being a mom and I love my little guy I feel very blessed! SO says this has been the happiest time in his life and I agree though its been hard too and emotional.
Anyways, If you read this- bless you! I had a lot to tell since I was in labor for so freakin long! Oh, and Miles is soooo healthy- he has gained almost 2 lbs in a little over 2 weeks! Hes always eating! lol. Here he is...
He is the best thing that ever happened to me......

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Hannah Elise
May 6th (39w 2d)
7 lbs 8oz 20.5in

Hannah's story begins at 37 weeks when at a routine OB appointment, we found that she was breech. I was referred to a different OB, as my OB didn't deal with breech babies. 3 days later, Hannah flipped back to head down, and we were very happy that I wouldn't have to go through a version or C-section, but she had other plans. She ended up flipping several times over the week, but at my 38 week appointment, she was head down, so I went straight over to the hospital to be induced. After 2 straight days of pitocin, I only ended up at 3cm and 50% effaced, so I decided to go home and try again the next week if she was still head down.
Fast forward to my 39 week appointment, she was back to breech, so we scheduled a version for the next day. I arrived at the hospital at 7:30 and attempt number 1 at flipping her started at 8am. Several minutes into the version, my BP dropped very low from the pain and they had to stop trying. They decided to get my IV started just in case something else happened. It took them 8 trys to get a vein that didn't collapse, and the vein they ended up finally getting right was right in the crook of my elbow, so I couldn't bend my arm through labor and delivery. I was just glad to stop getting poked!
After the several hours it took to get the IV started, they went ahead and tried the version again. This time, it only took a few seconds and she flipped! They put in a suppository to ripen my cervix and put a belt around my stomach to keep her from flipping back in the meantime. At 3:20pm, they felt I had progressed enough to break my water. I labored on my own for quite awhile but then got stuck at 5cm for several hours. They decided to start pitocin. I had gotten an epidural right after my water broke, but by this time, my left side was feeling all the contractions. It was several more hours of laboring with the pitocin, and finally I was making a little more progress again. Around 11:30pm, the pain was unbearable, so they fixed my epidural and it helped a little bit, but I still had to breathe through all my contractions and was still in a lot of pain. At midnight, I felt the urge to push, and they found that I was at 10cm. I pushed until 1:23 when finally she was out, but her cord was wrapped around her head twice and around her body once. She had also let go of some meconium at the last few minutes, so they had to suction her out before I could hold her.
All in all, it was a much harder labor/deliver than with my first daughter, but I'm so glad I got to have her vaginally instead of ending up with a C-section. I have also recovered much quicker this time.
Hannah has been a great baby so far--she is very content--only cries when she's hungry or uncomfortable. We are in love with her!

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Mina Grace E.
Born: Friday, May 15, 2009
Time: 11:21 PM
Weight: 8lbs 9oz
Length: 21 inches

About 1 PM on Thursday the 14th, I noticed something was leaking each time I had a contraction - and the contractions were pretty nasty. I also kept going #2 constantly for several hours on end and it was pretty nasty and violent. Poor DS had no one to play with! I called DH and asked him to come home early to help me but he said he couldn't - I was feeling bad enough to ask him to take time off work, which wasn't usual.

As the night passed, until about 10 PM, the contractions were pretty hard but the leaking was weird - I thought I was peeing and I didn't really suspect anything else, especially since there wasn't a huge pop or gush or any sensation like that. I figured I would just tell my doc the next day when I had a scheduled membrane strip to aim for a VBAC since the scheduled c-section was sneaking up on us.

When I was walking to my car on Friday for the appointment, I felt a tiny gush. I thought maybe I'd peed again and ignored it - but when I gave the pee sample at the office, I noticed my pants were soaked so I asked for them to run a test for amniotic fluid. I was only worried at this point because of the leaking the day before - I was worried about infection, etc, but I really didn't think it would come out positive.

My doc did the check and told me to head on in - the test was positive, but I wasn't progressing. I was nervous, anxious, excited, all in one! My original plan was to labor at home as long as possible but because I think I'd actually sprung the leak the day before, I got a little worried and really wanted to go in and be monitored, see what the situation was, etc. I was really apprehensive of my doctor - she was supposedly in my favor but I worried about the fact that the ultrasound the other day had come back with me supposedly having a big baby - and I didn't get a chance to discuss that with her before she left the room, I didn't know how she felt about it.

When I got to the hospital, my wonderful nurse Erica came in - she was FABULOUS. I couldn't have asked for a more dreamy nurse for my situation, for what I wanted. She was a home birth momma with great intentions. I told her she was awesome and I wished she could be my doula - to which she replied "I wish I could, but those are illegal at this hospital". I went - holy CRAP! Not again. I had been told this information a few weeks before by a midwife I interviewed - I went back and researched it because it didn't seem right - and the hospital told me that LABOR COACHES were allowed - I thought that was a doula in ways or that they would qualify - she said absolutely not. Doulas are not allowed at the hospital and a labor coach is considered a spouse or significant other - she said she felt it was ridiculous. I asked her the actual percentage of c-sections at that hospital and she said "it's higher than anywhere else". That's all she would say. It was discouraging. I thought I had gotten past that.

She came in a few minutes later and said she'd spoken with my doctor who automatically told her it was going to be a c-section because my baby was too big. I was so angry. Why in the frick frack was she turning on me now? I was so pissed. Beyond pissed, and so was Erica, and DH was livid too - I knew where this was going, she'd give me a few hours and then make up some lame excuse to cut me open. I refused at that moment to have my water completely broken and I also refused Pitocin which my doctor had immediately ordered without even seeing me. I also refused to sign informed consent until I'd seen my doctor and laid out my plans.

My doctor came in about 1 and was a total witch. This wasn't the person I knew. I was so upset. She didn't even introduce herself to DH (whom she had never met, he was always babysitting DS) - she was cold the whole time, never made a face, and refused to look me in the eye. I told her flat out I wanted to be afforded the same right as any other woman giving birth - that my water breakage (okay so I lied but still) occurred at 8 AM, so I wanted overnight to labor. She was really hesitant but said that if I continued to progress that she would let me go as long as there were no problems - so I signed the consent.

Erica was totally in my favor the whole time - she called off my doctor, she told her to leave me alone, she didn't bother me for an epidural, she really stood up for me - but in the end, DH and I were so informed that Erica really felt like we had a major advantage. We quoted stats to her, etc, and she said she wished she'd had us on tape - that so many women go in there and have no clue and end up getting themselves into deep trouble. I felt proud at that moment and she was proud of me too.

I went ahead and consented to full breakage of my water around 1:30 after having a long talk with my doctor but did not consent to Pitocin yet. I was still 1 CM and about 60%, baby was still kind of high but still engaged in the pelvis, she just hadn't fallen any further.

I got off the monitors for a while, walked for about an hour, came back on the monitors for 20 minutes and then walked for another hour - Erica was great about letting me be up on my feet, etc. Around 3:00 or so, I was checked, and still the same. I was so upset. I felt like my body was just broken...I didn't really understand at that point what was going on but I said fine - let's do the Pitocin.

I labored on the Pitocin for a while, through intense contractions, sat in the glider, on the toilet, walked the halls (I kept gushing fluid, I gushed for a good 4 hours, I had no clue that was all in there!). Around 5:30 I was checked and was 2 CM...I was starting to lose hope but DH and Erica were great about telling me to stay calm and let things happen. I opted for the epidural at that point, knowing it could either make a huge difference in a good way or totally stall me out. At 6:30 I was feeling a lot of pressure in my bum and it hurt a lot, so Erica checked me and I'd gotten to 4 CM and about 80% - we were so happy! The look on her face was classic! I was shaking really bad at the time too.

Erica's shift ended at 7 but she promised me she was sending me a great nurse who would still fight for me. Eh - I didn't care for the second nurse, I really felt like she was on my doctor's side the whole time she was there and she wasn't nearly as attentive to me. DH wasn't thrilled with her either. Each time my doc came in to check me she'd just sit in front of the monitors and stare at it, look at my papers, tell me I was the same, and walk out - she never interacted with us - she just remained a blank face. That's all she was - a blank face in a dark room.

Around 9 or so - she checked me again and I was still the same, at this point Mina's heart rate had been up near 200 for about 2 hours (she went down some but for the most part, she stayed up) - my doc was not happy with that lack of toleration to labor and also my failure to progress - I was also at the highest amount of Pitocin I could possibly be on for a VBAC. She told me one more hour and that was it - she wasn't going to feel comfortable with it anymore. I sat there and cried for the whole hour - DH by my side, who was livid with her and the nurse - the nurse who said to me first thing "I don't want to do a c-section tonight" - who was now saying "well, that's how the doctor feels"'s like give me a flipping break. DH asked over and over about the risks, etc, but each time the answer was " know" they never got into specific details. When 10 PM came around and there was still no progress, I said DH and I wanted to talk it over first before we came to a decision - in private - and my doc said she was going to tell anesthesia to replace my non working epi (which had stopped working a few hours earlier, surprise surprise) with a spinal for a c-section - I said it would be great to know that would happen since this was already looking very familiar.

Meanwhile I noticed that my contractions had stopped - weird - so I asked the nurse, and low and behold, they had turned off the Pitocin. WTF. I said I hadn't decided on the section yet. What a bunch of idiots - I was like are you kidding me? DH just about had a fit on her. At that same time, it hit me out of nowhere and I barfed right there - like whoa. Where was that from? I thought maybe it was a good sign for labor but guess what, NO ONE CARED - and they handed DH his scrubs. He asked me several times if I was okay with it - and I basically had nothing else left in me - I felt ripped to pieces by my doctor, whom I don't plan on seeing again after this, and I really felt like " how is this happening...AGAIN?!". I just couldn't believe it -after all I'd done, the walking, the nutrition, mentally, being so good, PREPARING, researching - just being in the VBAC zone, that I still didn't work, that I was broken. I just cried and cried and cried.

We got into the OR and the anesthesiologist (Herb) hooked me up with the spinal. It took less than 10 minutes before everything felt heavy and numb - I mean I'm talking even my face. It was weird. It felt like a ton of bricks being loaded on me - and I got really tired. No one but my nurse and Herb even cared to talk to me. My doc came in and said hello and they lied me down. DH came in and we started - I gagged a few times and was trying to throw up but couldn't because literally - I was numb - it is odd trying to throw up when you feel you have no reflexes. They covered me with a plastic cape of heat, which was nice, and calmed down the nausea and shaking some for the time being. Honestly I had no clue what was going on because my doctor gave us no indication. She spoke not a word to either of us during the surgery, and she never introduced me to the other people cutting into me. I felt some tugging but wasn't sure if they'd started.

About 10 minutes later, Herb stood up and looked down and said "Dad do you want to see your little girl come out?" - DH was fiddling with the camera and was like WHAT?! He had no clue we were anywhere close because...well...we basically were just in the background of this apparently top secret operation. DH stood up, and the next thing I heard was some suctioning, and Herb - who said "you have a little girl" ... did my doctor say anything? Nope. She didn't even say congratulations. They never asked DH to cut the cord. By the time he got to the table, it was done.

I heard that little cry and immediately cried myself. How BEAUTIFUL to hear your child cry for the first time - no one showed her to me - she was immediately taken over to the table and I saw her little legs and arms flailing around. I started heaving again so DH was kind of torn between her and I. I could tell by that huge head of hair that she looked like her brother.

Apparently I'd been the talk of the hospital when my doc spread the word that supposedly I was trying to VBAC a 9lb baby - everyone was excited to learn the weight - and it was announced LOUDLY "8lbs 9oz" - even while trying to barf my lungs out I thought I was hearing things - no FREAKING way! This ultrasound was ...CORRECT?! Holy crap.

About 10 minutes later, they brought her to me and I kissed her and talked to her (which DH secretly captured on tape acting like he was taking pictures, he also caught her first cries at the table). She was adorable - CHUBBY CHEEKS - and looked a lot like Ayden.

When the surgery was finished, my doc came around and said "She was sunny side up, and your pelvis is way small. No way she was coming under your bone"...and guess what - she smiled, and walked away. No congrats, no great job or good try, no nothing. She simply just walked away.

I recovered for about 2 hours in the recovery room - the nurse was great, I was just shaking so freaking bad but luckily I didn't feel sick anymore - they put the heater pack on me again and it got better. I overheard the nurses talking ... my doctor was performing another 2 c-sections in a row after me - not for other doctors, but for her own patients. Surprise, surprise. The one girl came out just before I went to my room and the poor thing had pushed for 2 hours ... I know she was exhausted.

I finally held little beautiful Mina Grace around 2:30 AM. She was so precious and sweet and I loved holding her skin to skin - something I missed with Ayden. She was so sleepy though - and didn't nurse for a while. She slept most of the night and into the day on Saturday.

Recovery has been really hard this time around - at first it was easy but low and behold that's because they left an epidural in my back - lovely. I asked first thing that it be taken out in the morning - that I wanted to be able to see how I was feeling, to walk around and not be confined to my bed. My doctor came in to check me about 7 AM, said not a word (still no congratulations) felt my fundus and told me I could eat lunch if I wanted. She laughed when I told her I wanted the epidural out - but I wanted to be normal, I wanted to try.

The pain was pretty darn bad yesterday - they took the dressing off my incision early in the day and my skin was pulling - I have to say they did a great job though of pressing me down - I flattened out pretty good pretty quick and I feel great about how things are looking this time - with Ayden I looked 9 months pregnant for about 3 weeks because of all the swelling - I'd say I look 4 months at best right now So yay for that. The staff kind of sucks in the post partum unit because they often forget things or they don't check on us a lot - but not a big deal, they're really nice and so caring for Mina.

Of course this birth experience was better than Ayden's - I am definitely thrilled with my daughter and wouldn't have her any other way...but I learned a lot again in the process. No matter how prepared I was, I still had to face the same issues that I did with Ayden's birth, and I feel that DH and I handled it appropriately this time and that we are the ones who made this better - not anybody else, and certainly not my doctor.

I'm switching practices after my post partum appointment. Right now I'm mainly healing physically and I feel awesome that my daughter is here, safe and sound, and I tried the hardest I could for a VBAC - in the end, her safety came first, and as my doctor put it "you're just not built for natural birth".

Well...thanks. Next time, grab a heart off the shelf on your way out the door to work.

Anyhoo - breastfeeding is so much better this time around and she is such a wonderful baby so far. DS loves his sister so far and he couldn't stop giving her kisses. I really look forward to seeing how they grow together. I think we are definitely done having kids for now - if not forever. If we do have a 3rd, we plan on another c-section, but I don't know if I ever will really be ready for that. I think we are complete, we feel that way, and we are happy for the time being. I can't tell you how happy I am to not be pregnant anymore. I honestly didn't think I would feel that way and I'm sure I'll miss it some later ... but this time, after she was out, it was a huge sense of relief...and I feel so in love with her and with my son! We plan on being discharged tomorrow sometime. Here are some pics and videos of our day and our special lady. Thanks for reading my story! Smile

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Samuel McClain B*****
7 pounds 7 ounces
20 1/2 inches
born 3 weeks early April 21, 2007

So I went to the Dr. on Monday April 20th, 2009. Just a normal visit, vaginal exam, not too rough. I had been on bed rest for exactly 5 weeks 4 days. Our 2 year anniversary was the next day and we were going to get eggplant Parmesan (known for making women go into labor w/in 48 hrs). I came home, ate some ice cream and watched Oprah. Mom came by to get some muscle relaxers and then I thought Matt would be home soon. About 4:40 pm I got up to go use the restroom and I felt something in my vaginal sort of 'pop'. I went to the bathroom and it liquid started coming out, non-stop and fast. I called Matt, he rushed home, I called Dr. Street and she told me "go to the hospital". So we got our things together and made some phone calls and off we went!

We got to Kennestone Hospital about 5:30 pm. We parked, signed in, and all the while I had a HUGE towel in my underwear. It wasn't too comfortable. We finally got to our room and things really sunk in! We are so thrilled.

My Dr. came in a few hours later and checked me again. I was still only 1 cm, and 0 effacement. They started me on pitocin. I stayed on pitocin until I delivered. My mom and sisters came that night to see me. Also Matt's mom and sister came. I was sooooooo tired. I slept off and on the whole night, waking up for a few mild contraction, well, strong enough for me to attempt to breath through them. I was on a mild narcotic and a sleeping pill, but they didn't really help.

By the morning I was ready for my epidural. I got it about 9:30 am. Matt said it was about 5-8 inches long, but I didn't feel a THING. The anesthesiologists put the needle in the wrong place and it caused my entire body to go numb. All I remember is about 5 nurses in the room, flipping me over and going a little crazy. I passed out. My legs stayed numb for about 10 hours. They had to regulate my intake of meds and things seemed to be going great.

My family came back to see me and stayed all day. Pitocin was upped about every hour or so. Dr. street came back in and checked me and I was about a 3 cm. Finally at about 6 pm I was a 5, and progressed to a 9 by 8 o'clock. I remember Dr. Street came in about 8 pm, we were watching American Idol, she watched it with us. She turned my epi off. I felt like I was in a daze, dreaming. Dr. Street checked me and Sam was posterior, had been for a few weeks. I got the amazing urge to push, and she told me to go ahead and try. So I pushed and nothing was happening. She told me to wait a few minutes. I couldn't. I was in so much pain that I had to push. This went on for 45 minutes. He wouldn't BUDGE. I was miserable. He was still at a zero position and posterior. We were doing a c-section.

Anesthesia came back in and gave me my epidural back. They forgot they put it in the wrong place. I cannot explain to you the feeling I had. I did not know where I was. The same thing had happened earlier, but they 'drained' it off by flipping me over. Because I was cut open, they couldn't do the same thing. The anesthetist kept having me squeeze his hand, I asked him 'why'. He said 'if you can squeeze my hand, you can breath'. Freaked me right out. I did not even know when they pulled Sam out of me. All I know is I looked over and Matt was standing there with all the nurses and there was a screaming baby. I kept looking at Matt and asking him was Sam ok. He wouldn't answer me.....I know now that I wasn't saying anything. I asked the anesthesiologist to knock me out, that I couldn't feel that way anymore, I was loosing my mind. They attempted to knock me out, but it didn't work, they had to do it again. Between the two times of attempting to knock me out, I was out of it, and freak my entire family out. I tried to get up, pull my IV out, flip over, asked could I lay on my stomach, told everyone I was 'trying to get control of the situation'....all kinds of craziness. It was not a fun time to say the least.

I remember about 12:30 am waking up in a room, the same room I tried to give birth in, and everyone was there. Matt,Sam, Mom, Dad, sisters, Matt's entire family. I saw a sweet little baby being held by my sister Laura. I started crying and saying "my baby, my baby, my baby." She brought him over to me but I was shaking so bad I couldn't really hold him. Everyone left by about 1:00 except my Mom and Matt. We didn't get moved to our room until 4:30 am. I was fully aware of what was going on at this time and was so thankful that everything was okay. We didn't end up leaving the hospital for 4 days after that, but did have a wonderful time after the c-section experience.

I am so glad my sweet baby is here, so thankful for my wonderful husband Matt and my loving family and extended family. Oh, and the nurses there are awesome!

Here are some pics of my little man! I missed the first 2 hrs of his life and I cannot stand that!

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Birth of Alexandra Rae
7 lbs 2 oz. 21 inches
born May 15, 2009-- 531p

Planned homebirth, turned unassisted birth bc of the speed of labor-- both daddy and the midwife missed it.....

Me in our bathtub. I was sitting in there trying to slow things down, but had just checked myself and realized that things were going very 3yo Callie is watching. I'm waiting for a break to move to the birth pool.

The room-- pool had just been inflated and filled by my MIL. Miles entertaining himself-- and a good thing bc my mom and MIL were focusing on me and the kids were just kind of "there"....

We don't have pics of the actual birth-- but I can tell you the timestamps on these pics. The one where I was in the tub was 524p. The one of Miles on the floor is 526p, and this one is 534p. Yikes....I felt my water break about as soon as I got into the birth pool. Trey was listening on speakerphone, which was set on the window sill behind me.

My mom is behind the camera-- but here is everyone present at the birth.

Like Taya's orange headband? lol

The phone so that Trey could hear what is happening....

She was pink and crying. And we just hung out in the tub waiting for MW to arrive (we called her again right after baby was out and she thought she was 10 minutes away yet....)

Baby was happy and I wasn't really bleeding at all (not even a seperation bleed yet.....)
So the "bigger" kids got in the pool with me while we waited....

Midwife arrives--all is well Smile

I eventually moved from the pool to the bed to deliver the placenta. Once it was out, we just put it in a big plastic ziplock and left it attached and left baby naked until Trey was home. He got home just after 7p-- so she'd been out for about an hour and a half. This pic is when he'd just walked in the door....

Daddy cutting the cord (and he is the one with the hospital bracelet on....)

The newborn assessment with all of her siblings watching....

Getting weighed. 7lbs 2 oz. 21 inches long

Some time with daddy- now free from her cord and dressed

She still doesn't have a name...we're working on it. But she is doing great. Very content, great eater and getting lots of love from her siblings. I feel good. I was really tired (as was Trey) yesterday....but today we are both feeling better. I just couldn't sleep that first night and he was still recouping from two days in the hospital....but today we are good. I actually feel really good-- the afterpains when I nurse are strong, but to be expected with the 4th baby I suppose....

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Grady John
May 15 2009
2:41 am
8 lbs 12 oz
39 weeks 6 days

My birth story began with my water breaking around midnight on Wednesday. Whereas my previous 2 births had been incredibly fast - my second baby was born 20 minutes after my water broke - with this one, nothing happened! I went to bed an hour later as I knew I wasn't in labour yet and thought I'd need my rest for the next day.

The next morning I called my midwife to let her know my water had broken and I still wasn't contracting. She had me come in to check if it was indeed amniotic fluid, which it was. She stripped my membranes as we needed to get labour started fast as I was Group B strep positive. My cervix was only a fingertip dilated and not effaced at all - which she called an 'unfavourable' cervix. I was surprised as I was only 2 days away from my due date on a third baby, so I thought I'd have made at least a LITTLE bit of progress by that time!

I went home and spotted a bit from the stripping, but still no contrax. The midwives checked on me 2 hours later - still nothing. They recommended I rent a double electric breast pump and pump for 10 minutes at a stretch, then take off 5 minutes to walk around to get things going. They also gave me some homeopathic treatments. I’d have occasional short contrax with the pumping, but nothing of any importance. I got tired (and sore!) from the incessant pumping after a couple of hours, but I stuck with it as I was really hoping for my home water birth and didn’t want to end up in hospital on pitocin.

By 5pm my midwife called to check progress (still just sporadic light contrax) and told me it was now 18 hours since my water broke, so we’d have to try something fast if I still wanted to avoid an induction. She recommended tinctures of black and blue cohosh, which we then spent 45 minutes calling all over the city trying to locate. No luck. So then we were left with castor oil, her last ditch attempt to kickstart things. That was easy to find at our local pharmacy.

I took the castor oil around 6pm and the midwives stopped by to check on me at 7pm. It tasted absolutely awful and I kept burping up what tasted like engine oil for hours. My stomach started bubbling and roiling almost immediately, and I knew I was in for an awful couple of hours. It felt like the early stages of a nasty stomach virus. But while the midwives were there between 7 and 8, they found that I’d begun contracting roughly every 6-8 minutes, although lightly. They left around 8pm with instructions to call if things progressed, and to check in at 10pm regardless.

We watched Survivor and I began timing the contrax, which were now regular and building slightly. By 9pm the diarrhea started in earnest, and I spent lots of the next hour very close to the bathroom. It was hard to separate the contractions from the stomach pain caused by the castor oil during that time. We checked in at 10, still not sure that things were happening, but by then I felt fairly certain we’d be having a baby that night or the next morning. The midwives told us to call if things progressed.

The diarrhea took a break between 10 and 11, then came on strong again for an hour or so. After my time in the bathroom, we decided to start timing again. Between 12 and 12:30, the contrax were every 3 to 4 minutes and stronger now, so that I’d have to breathe through them. By 12:30, some of them were even 2 minutes apart, so we called the midwives to say that the baby was coming.

The midwives arrived around 1am, and I still felt well enough to chat with them and offer them herbal tea. All of the contractions took my attention now though, to breathe and concentrate through. They built quickly after that, so that by 2am, I was moaning through them and my legs had started to shake. I remembered this feeling from my previous labours and knew I was starting transition. I vomited shortly after, although there wasn’t much as I hadn’t been hungry at dinner time due to the castor oil appertif.

I tried to get into our birth tub at that point, and quickly realized that it wasn’t going to happen as it wasn’t deep enough (the hot water had run out while DH was filling it) and it felt like I was just sitting on the hard floor having a contraction. I got out pretty quickly and spent most of the rest of labour either on all four’s or leaning over the side of the bed.

We decided to wake our two children up around 2:15 am so that they could see the birth (they’d both wanted to very much). They came down but I was only partially aware of them being there as I was going through transition. I remember my daughter bringing me a stuffed animal and patting my back between contractions. I would have liked to comfort them more but the contractions were fast and furious now and so painful that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I think I was probably ready to push quite a bit before I actually did as the midwives were really in the background as opposed to in a coaching role. I’ve never had a strong urge to push in any of my 3 natural deliveries – I just get very strong pressure through my bum and vagina. That again happened, but I wasn’t sure if I should start pushing or if I still had some cervix.. By the time I asked them to check I was complete and the baby’s head was almost visible. I pushed once and the head was showing almond sized, then again and it was showing about as much as an orange (so DH says).. and the third time the head and body were delivered all at once. I shouted at the midwife not to touch me at that point as I thought they were doing perineal massage, but it was just the feeling of the baby crowning and I didn’t realize it. Our two kids ran out of the room at that point as they were scared at the loud shouts I was making, and DH went to get them in the hallway so that they returned just as Grady slithered into the world. My son’s job was to announce the gender of the baby, and he did his job well as I couldn’t see from my angle what the little bundle was on my tummy. We had all expected a girl so it was surprising and wonderful to find out that it was a little boy (and my son was thrilled). I’ll never forget his tone when he said “It’s a …. BOY????!!!!”.

Grady was born at 2:41am, perfectly healthy and a chubby 8lbs 12 oz.

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Erin Kadie
May 26th
6lbs. 7 oz. 19 in.
39 weeks 4 days

After 2 weeks of being stuck at 3cm and 50%, my ob decided we could go ahead and induce bc he figured normal labor wouldnt happen for me lol so on the 26th of May, we hit the hospital at 7am for induction.

At 8am, they had just started my pitocin, and things began to go fairly quickly (ok real quickly LOL). I started having horrible contractions one right after the other somewhere around... 10:30am I think. And OMG were they BAD. I was literally sobbing I was hurting so bad. I haven't even experienced anything that awful IN MY LIFE! No matter what position I got in, nothing helped. The nurse came in and asked what she could get me and I said a shot gun LOL They gave me the epi around 11:10am I guess, and I started to feel much better. I was checked about 15 minutes later, and I was at 6cm.

The nurses let us be for a bit, and then at 11:50am the nurse came in and started asking me questions about feeling pressure and stuff of that nature. I kept thinking lady why are you asking me this??? Well, Erin's heart rate on the monitor had been doing whatever it does when the baby is about to come out (dropping or something she said, hell I can't remember lol) so I said no I can't really feel anything lol. Well she checked me, and barely got her hand in and her eyes got HUGE! She looked at the other nurse and said "You need to call Dr. Bradley NOW or we're going to have to deliver this baby! She's at +2!" So I was thinking omg and I didn't even know! Well, Dr. Bradley couldn't make it in time, so one of the other dr.'s in the practice, Dr. Ashmun, had to run downstairs to deliver LOL

Well, they hauled me up into the stirrups. John said everything happened so fast, that he doesn't really remember anything but a blur lol. The first push was more of a practice, even though it put her pretty much crowning lol the 2nd push brought her head out, and the third brought the rest of her out. Even though I couldn't feel her down that low, I was able to feel to push and I could feel her come out, but no pain. It was a lot different than with Justin. She laid my new baby on my chest and I just couldn't believe how tiny she was! Dr. Ashmun let John cut the cord, and they cleaned us both up.

*John was actually in the bathroom when the Dr. came in to deliver! He didn't even know what was going on when he came out lol!!!

May 26th 2009 12:08pm 6lbs. 7 oz. and 19 inches long