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~**Love Bugs Arrivals List, Birth Stories & Blinky**~

Post your birth stories/photos here! Please remove signatures to reduce space used. If you'd like to comment on a birth story or photos, please create a separate thread. If you would like your info added to the list please make a separate post regarding it or PM andy1784. Sorry if the formatting is weird (random symbols or extra lines).

January 25

Braylen Lee
born to dixieland42485
2 lbs. 3 oz.
13" long

March 14

born to Zhulik - formerly Lilichka

March 15

Marley Claire
born to Shemomma
7 lbs. 11 oz.
20.25" long

March 21

Kyler Joel
born to tyhawkins
7 lbs. 1 oz.
19.75" long

March 22

Dylan Marley Delilah
born to Princess Leia
4 lbs. 11 oz.
17" long

March 22

Bethanna Rhea
born to Danielsgirl
7 lbs. 8 oz.

March 25

Gryphon Kendrick
born to Insidethefire
8 lbs. 3.7 oz.
18.5" long

March 26

born to nj0725
8 lbs. 7 oz.
19.5" long

March 26

Kayla Noelani
born to Clear Pineapples
6 lbs. 5 oz.
20" long

March 26

Hayden Ella
born to Safari_Chelc
8 lbs. 11 oz.
21.25" long

March 27

Brooke Allison
born to irisheren
7 lbs., 2 oz.
19" long

March 27

London Kimberly
born to Britishfrog

9 lbs. 8 oz.
21" long

March 28

Rebecca Dawn
born to Chatakat
7 lbs. 8 oz.
20" long

March 28

William Michael M.
born to KaceyMo-- now A.W.Mommy
7 lbs. 10.5 oz.
20.5" long

March 28

Alexis Malia
born to Trisha79
7 lbs. 7 oz.
20" long

March 30

Allyson Grace

born to MelissaMomof4
9 lbs. 15.2 oz.
21" long

March 30

Lucas Alexander

born to Mommy2Jacob
8 lbs. 10 oz.
21" long

April 1

Christopher Joseph

born to tls842003
7 lbs. 1 oz.
19" long

April 1

Claire Inara
born to Knightinplaid92

7 lbs. 7 oz.
20" long

April 2

Holden Alexander Gordon
born to Maddys_Mommy
7 lbs. 5 oz.
21.5" long

April 3

Kaelan Michael
born to Andy1784
8 lbs. 0 oz.
21.5" long

April 7

Vivien Kathleen
born to KittenB
7 lbs. 10 oz.
20 " long

April 7

Ava Marie
born to cassodo325
6 lbs. 11 oz.
19.25" long

April 8

Damien Gage

born to pam111
7 lbs. 10.3 oz.
18.75" long

April 8

Olive James

born to InAWhileCrocodile
6 lbs. 8 oz.
19" long

April 8

Alexander Hayes

born to MinaAriel
9 lbs. 10 oz.
20.75 long

April 8

Grace Elizabeth
born to YooperGirl8
6 lbs. 6 oz.
19.5" long

April 9

Harrison Scott
born to candinr
8lbs. 9oz.
20.25" long

April 10

Ava Grace

born to hart2hart
7 lbs. 0 oz.
19.25" long

April 11

Isla Young

born to Terrapin
7 lbs. 9.5 oz.
20.5" long

April 12

Liam Michael

born to Rx4Baby/Nikkole
8 lbs. 3 oz.
22" long

April 14

Parker Louis
born to nibor_55
7 lbs. 4 oz.
20" long

April 14

Alyssa Paige
born to .:Kelley:.
8 lbs. 12 oz.
21" long

April 14

Quentin Vincent

born to ChristaM
7 lbs. 1 oz.
19" long

April 14

born to SadieRuth
8 lbs. 10.9 oz.

April 14

Noah Jack
born to *JuLiE*
8 lbs. 6 oz.
20.5" long

April 15

Colin Michael

born to christi3715

7 lbs. 12 oz.
19.5" long

April 15


born to MrsCK/Martie
8 lbs. 0 oz.
20.1" long

April 15

Josiah William

born to GayleW
7 lbs. 8 oz.
21" long

April 16

Piper Jo Hanna

born to Mel02
7lbs. 2oz.
20" long

April 16

Lily Grace
born to skidmore
8 lbs. 13 oz.
20" long

April 16

Jackson Frederick

born to wrigleydog
7 lbs. 13.9 oz.
20.5" long

April 16

Melanie Lynn &
Naomi Elaine
born to nasus84 )

6 lbs. 11 oz.
18" long (Melanie)

6 lbs. 6 oz.
17.5" long (Naomi)

April 17

Braiden Robert
born to Thenamezkrista
8 lbs. 6oz.

April 19

Eric William Connor

born to cat morgan

7 lbs. 15 oz.
20.5" long

• April 20

Alexa Brianne
born to tcmt81
7 lbs. 8.5 oz.
20" long

April 20

Roman Alexander William
born to Lilybet
9lbs. 9oz.
21" long

April 20

Lily Arden Patricia

born to nursechicrn
7 lbs. 0oz.
20" long

April 21

Mason Christopher

born to ambie719
8 lbs. 6 oz.
21.5" long

April 21

Cooper Joseph Colin
born to buildingthedream

April 22

Jacob William
born to kittydakat/Catherine
7lbs. 10oz.

April 22

Sebastian Jose

born to swimmerkris
8 lbs. 4 oz.
20.5" long

April 23

Carlin Donnelly
born to Scotty620
8 lbs. 1 oz.
20" long

April 24

Elizabeth Rose
born to wiseone2980
9 lbs. 0 oz.
20.5" long

April 25

Adam Michael
born to rikkiac
9 lbs. 4 oz.
20" long

April 25

Faith June
born to wishing4agirl
8 lbs. 1 oz.
20 " long

April 25


born to Mammamelli

April 27
Bronwyn Olivia
born to SoloMom
9 lbs. 7 oz.
20.5" long

May 1
Benjamin Ryan

born to midori_
7 lbs. 5 oz.
21.25" long

May 2
Christian Gabriel
born to Miss Yvi
9 lbs. 0 oz.
55cm long

May 3
born to Sarahsunshine

7 lbs. 3 oz.

20" long

May 4
born to millionare123
7 lbs. 10 oz.
20.5" long

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I'll add mine! Here goes......Well he held out for another 5 days, but this morning, January 25th, at 7:18 Braylen Lee Patterson entered into this world. He's a handsome little man if I do say so myself! He weighs 2lbs 3oz and is 13in long....no bigger than a small baby doll! I've never seen anything so tiny and cute. It all started about 3am when I woke up to go pee and was feeling crampy. I thought maybe from sleeping I was a little dehydrated or something so I drank some water and watched a little TV. Well, the pains kept coming and they were pretty strong and pretty close together so I called my nurse. She checked my bp (which had sky-rocketed the day before) and put me on the monitors to see how close the contractions really were since I hadn't been timing them. They were coming about every 4 minutes at this point. Finally the dr. got there around 6am to check my cervix to see if I had dilated anymore since Tuesday.....wouldn't you know it, I was at 7cm. He said at this point, it wouldn't be long. So they decided to move me back over to L&D just in case it was to happen today. By the time I got over to L&D and got situated into the room and on the monitors the contractions were coming about every 2 minutes. The nurse asked me if I would like to go ahead and get an epi, but I refused. I wanted to wait until Seth got to the hospital to be with me. I was doing ok breathing through the contractions anyway. After all this the time sort of passed by without me even realizing it. I was completely dilated by 7am and nobody was here to be with me yet. Seth and mom both were on their way, but hadn't made it yet. Only gave 2 or 3 good hard pushes and he was out and crying! He gave a few little crys and one big one before they stuck the breathing tube down his throat. They said he was doing great breathing on his own but the tube would help him take deep breathes when he needed it to. As of now they're saying it will probably come out tomorrow morning sometime. Everyone was very impressed with how well he was doing to be so little. He's actually a little bigger than most 26 weekers they said. I got to touch him and kiss him before they put him in his incubator and rolled him off to the NICU.

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Posts: 61

Brooke Allison was born at 1:44 pm on Friday, March 27, 2009.

I got to the hospital at 8 am on the 27th. They got me hooked up to everything by about 9:30, and I was still between a 3 and a 4 at that point. The epidural went a whole lot better than last time. I was feeling good, and the nurse checked me again at 12:30 and I was between 6-7. My doctor came in a little after 1:00 and I was at a 10 and the baby's head was right there. The doctor couldn't believe that I wasn't feeling pressure to push. She got everything ready for push time, and I started pushing at 1:37. Brooke was born 7 minutes later at 1:44. I literally pushed maybe 3 times, and even when I would stop pushing, she continued to come out on her own. At one point, the doctor told me to stop pushing because she was delivering herself! It was an absolutely EASY delivery. I was SO blessed! I had a very slight tear and got 2 stitches.

The "It's a girl!" moment was completely magical -I got really emotional. I can't believe I got exactly what I wanted: a boy first and girl second. I am SO, SO excited to have a little girl! They left her with me for a while, so I got to nurse her about 20 minutes after birth, and she latched well for about 5-10 minutes. It felt sooo good to nurse a baby again!

She weighed 7 lb, 2 oz and was 19 in long. FULL head of dark hair, with a 9 and 9 for her Apgar scores. She looks SO much like her brother did when he was born.

My new angel

Getting wheeled to the nursery for her first bath

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Sorry it's long, I'll edit and do a 'short' version as well next time I'm I have time..hehe. Plus I'll post pics at that time too. :oops:

Kayla’s Birthstory.
Went in for my 37wk appointment. At first my doctor wasn’t going to check me, but I asked, so he said why not. While we were getting prepped, he spoke about how one of his patients that didn’t speak English was 5cm and he was trying to tell her to head to the hospital but she couldn’t understand. Then he checks me, and says ‘Well you’re not too far along either, you’re at 4.5!’. WHOA! I didn’t think I was that far given the fact I was signing for my epi with Keoni at 3.5cm. lol. Then he checked again, he says, though I think he stripped my membranes. He wanted to see me the next day.

That night we ate dinner at the ILs. I had myself a carne asada burrito. I joked how that put me into labor with Keoni, as I was still crampy from my appointment. Got home at almost 9pm. I was curious about the crampyness so I timed it. Roughtly 5-7mins apart about a minute long…not bad. So I went to bed

Woke up around 12am, still crampy. Decided to watch the clock again. Now they were about 3mins apart, but not too strong. 12:30am, I decided to wake Paul up b/c after we get the car loaded and whatnot, who knows what state I’ll be in. lol. By 1:30 we were dressed, packed up, and Keoni was strapped in. Off to the ILs to drop Keoni off and off to the hospital.

By 2am, they checked me and I was 5.5cm. I was getting admitted. It was a quiet night, but it was like déjà vu seeing the delivery room and getting ready to ‘do this’.

3am they got me hooked up to IV and settled into the room. She asked if I wanted the epi, but amazingly enough, I was still able to just concentrate on something else and I can handle it. After another check and me being already at 6.5cm, I said yes, I should get it. I was dialating pretty quick, and since the ‘check’ is not pleasant, I’d hate to ask for the epi and it be ‘too late’.

4am the epi was in place and I was able to rest up. It was nice to be able to gear up for the upcoming event. The nurse let us rest for about 2 hours before another check. So by 6am I was 7.5cm.

Not much happened so quickly..

8am I was 8cm. My doctor came by to see how I was doing and said since I was at the homestretch he’d like for me to dialate to 10 on my own, no pitocin, or water breaking.

9:40am I was 9cm. Keep in mind my water had not broken yet! So all we were waiting for was that last cm.

It wasn’t til 1:10 that they decided to break my water! AHHH It was such a LONG WAIT! Once the waterbroke, I can feel the contractions getting stronger through the epi. It was happening. FINALLY!
1:40pm my doctor shows up to see how things are going. I was checked at was complete! Everyone started getting ready for my first contraction at 10 and for me to push. My doctor IS (not was, IS) AWESOME! He was a great coach getting me to push her out! He didn’t even want to sit down! He just yelled, ‘OK, NOW PUSH’…’YES, LIKE THAT!!! Keep it going, keep it going, deep breath, AND AGAIN PUSH!!!’ That just motivated me and guided me well into this. Next contraction was the same. I could feel her coming b/c my epi was not AS effective by this point. He told me to stop, and slow down for a moment, letting me ‘stretch’ and not rip. ‘Push just a little’, so I did. I felt her head come through…WOW. ‘Push a little more…’ and then I felt the shoulders. One more big push and she was OUT! 1:49pm SHE WAS BORN!

AMAZING! That’s all I had to say. I can’t believe it went that quick and that well.

Her scores were 9 and 9! She was a screamer! Lol.

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Since I’ve found a few quiet minutes now that William and Mike are snuggling and Anna is asleep, I thought I’d give a few details about our big guy’s birthday and how he joined us.

Even though William’s due date wasn’t until April 14th, our doctor said that based on how I was progressing that we would probably have a March baby. On Thursday I was checked and was at 3cm. Friday, I had a few mild, unpredictable contractions, but on Saturday, March 28th, I woke up and started having some steady contractions about 10-15 minutes apart. We timed throughout the morning and during DD’s nap, but they were still around 10 minutes apart and not too painful. We called a friend to come over and play with DD so that we could walk around the mall for a bit, and that proved to kick things into a good pattern, so when we got home, we were close to the 5-minutes for 1 hour requirement of our doc. After checking with the OB, we went over to the hospital at about 5:30pm for observation, not sure if we'd be staying. On the monitor, the contractions were regular (3-4 minutes apart), and getting stronger, though dilation was going slowly (now at 4cm). We walked around the hospital a bit and after making a little more progress (up to 5), our doctor offered to break my water to speed things up. This was the point of no return and we agreed to have my water broken (this was at about 8pm). Things happened very quickly from here and the contractions were extremely fast, intense, and unrelenting…but also effective. DH was the PERFECT coach and knew just what to say and do to get me through each contraction. I had to labor on my side to get the little guy to turn from being posterior (sunny side up). A little after 10pm, I felt ready to push, and about 5 minutes later, William Michael was out! I’m proud to have been able to deliver medication-free again, and now that it’s said and done, I’m really glad it all happened so fast!

Vital Stats: William Michael, born 3/28/09 at 10:09pm.

Weight: 7lbs, 10.5oz Length: 20.5 inches Dark hair and eyes

From the start he’s been a quiet snuggly guy and a good nurser. He looks a lot like his daddy. Big sister is warming up to him, and has enjoyed calling him “bay-a-bay” and loves to give smooches. Our dog, Elwood, has welcomed him as the new puppy in the pack and spent a good amount of time watching over him in the bassinet last night.

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After 2 weeks I've finally finished it! It's very long since I had about 38 hours to cover, so I don't expect anyone to read it all! I posted a pic from the c-section so beware in case you're squeamish about blood and stuff!

The Birth of Bethanna Rhea

Saturday, March 21, 2009, 4:48 a.m.
I was sound asleep when I felt the tiniest pop and the trickle started. I knew it was my water because I’d just been to the bathroom and hour earlier. I immediately woke Daniel and he asked “are you sure it broke”. Well, I stood up and the gush started so there was no doubt. I continued to lose more fluid with every contraction for the rest of the day.
By 6 a.m. I started to have a few very minor contractions. So minor that I actually had to focus to realizing they were happening. By 8:30 they were getting a little stronger but still not remotely painful. My midwife arrived and checked me and my cervix was so posterior that she couldn’t even reach it. She told me to start walking and if I wasn’t having good strong contractions by noon then to start taking the castor oil. Noon came around and while I was having a few good contractions they weren’t consistent or hard. Well, after 4 oz of Castor oil, things finally started “moving”. Contractions were coming every 5 minutes, lasting about 80 sec. and were hard though I could still walk through them. We continued walking for 30 minutes and “resting” for 30 minutes till about 9pm when I could no longer talk or walk through them and they were painful enough to require me to focus and breath through each one. My midwife checked me again and after a VERY painful minute decided that I was 2-3 cm and 50 % effaced. By this point the contractions were coming every three minutes and last about 90 sec. I rotated through a number of positions to stay “comfortable”. This was our routine until about 1 a.m. when the contractions started to slow down. They were even more painful than before and lasting almost 2 full minutes but they were coming only every 5-6 minutes. At 3 a.m. I’d had enough and got into the tub. The warm water felt SO wonderful and helped to dull the pain. The only problem though is that I only had 4 contractions the hour I was in the tub. It was now 4 a.m. and my contractions had all but stopped, I’d been awake for the last 23 hours and was so exhausted I wanted to cry. I told the midwife I just needed to rest so Daniel and I laid down and slept till 5:15.m. I was awoken by two very strong, very painful contractions that came right on top of each other. We had now reached our 24 hour time limit since my water had broken. My midwife checked me and I was still barely 3 cm and only 75 % effaced. I was so tired, contractions had stopped and now we were worried about infection possibly setting in. So after making some phone calls, my midwife suggested we head to Medical Center of Plano as they were the most likely to allow me to try to have the baby vaginally and not immediately insist on a cesarean.
We arrived to the hospital about 8a.m. and they immediately got me started on an i.v. with antibiotics and by 11.a.m. I had my epidural and was started on the pitocin at noon. From the time we left the house till now, I’d only had 4 contractions. About thirty minutes after the pitocin started I began having contractions. They were coming about every 5 minutes and lasting a minute. The doctor checked me and I was 2-3 cm dilated (had digressed a bit) and still only 75% effaced. Over the next 7 hours, contractions coming every 2 minutes and lasting 90 seconds, on the highest dose of Pitocin possible, and I still only made it to 3-4 cm and 80% effaced. By 8pm Sunday, March 22, my water had been broken for 38 hours and I’d not hardly progressed. It was clear that Bethanna was not going to be coming vaginally and with every hour that passed, my risk (and likely hood) for and infection increased. We all felt it was then time for a c-section. After some time alone with Daniel, and a good cry, we had our parents come in to say a prayer before I was whisked away to the Operating Room at 8:35. And at 8:55 I heard the cries of my newborn daughter, Bethanna Rhea. They told us that she was about to arrive and I told Daniel to stand up and get a picture (he hadn’t wanted to look over the curtain). He looked over and saw them just pulling her head out and snapped a picture of her in the air before they even cut the cord. I was so glad he got that! I knew that if I wasn’t going to get to see the birth of my child then we’d at least get a picture of it! They took her away and I made Daniel follow her even though he wanted to stay with me, but I just couldn’t handle the thought of my baby being in a strange place without mommy or daddy close by. I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I remember is Daniel bringing her to me in the recovery room. I immediately un-wrapped her and put her skin to skin on my chest. She was so alert and staring at me with those big blue eyes. I gave her a little direction and she latched on without any trouble. Everything after this was a blur to me. They let me keep her for a bit before taking her away again. At some point I woke up in a regular room and they were bringing Bethanna back to me. I didn’t let them take her away again unless absolutely necessary for the rest of our stay.
So, how do I feel about wanting and planning a homebirth only to end up with a cesarean and hospital stay? I have NO REGRETS. I know that we did everything possible to get her to come naturally at home. We were then blessed that the hospital and doctors allowed us to try for 12 more hours to get her come, whereas most would have insisted on c-section the moment we’d walked in. She was perfectly healthy and SO alert when she was born and nursed so well that I couldn’t have asked for anything more. The hospital staff, doctors and nurses were terrific and some even apologized to us for not getting the birth we’d wanted. We really could not have asked for a better hospital experience. She’s here safely, in my arms, and that’s what really mattered most. She came just the way God intended!

Laboring at Home

She's here!

After 38 hours I was SO GLAD to finally hold my little girl!

At home with mommy

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Ryan Anthony
March 24
8 lbs. 4 ozs. 20 inches

I will edit this post with a birth story when I get more time. LOL!

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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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Kalean Michael born April 3rd 2009 at 8:25pm
weight: 8lbs even
Length: 21.5" long

Wednesday 4/2 I had mild menstrual-like cramps throughout the day but nothing like a contraction or anything timable. Thursday I had the same mild cramps early on but they would come and go. By mid afternoon they were a little stronger and I started timing how often they came which was roughly every 25-40 minutes. They stopped at one point and then came back again after an hour and a half. By 11pm they were coming at least every 15 minutes. By 1am they were every 5 minutes apart so I called the doc saying we would eventually be in and took a shower. I relaxed at home for a while, the contractions got worse. We arrived at the hospital at 5:30am. I was admited and was at 2cm.

I will fill in the blank when I have time, sorry!

I ended up with a c-section because he has a very large head and I have a very narrow pelvis according to my surgeon. I pushed for hours and hours unmedicated but I was in so much pain after that much time and I was so exhausted that I couldn't push anymore. I refused the c-section for a long time but towards the end his heartbeat was dropping dangerously after each contraction and especially after each push. I decided that my ideal birth would have to take a backseat to him, I was so upset and crying my eyes out about the section at the time, my docs were so great and left it completely up to me and tried so hard to prevent the section too. The surgery itself was horrible because I didn't do well with the spinal medication. The first dose didn't work at all, they said I could either try a second dose or be knocked out. I opted for a second dose which miraculously did work but not completely and wore off way too soon. It was a very painful experience to say the least but I was very against being knocked out so I don't regret it. In the end I have a beautiful healthy baby boy, I am over the pain, and my DH and I are absolutely in love. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

His APGARs were 8 and 9. He was so alert and amazing, I can't get over it. He also latched and nursed like a champ from very early on.

Here are a few shots of him shortly after birth:

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Induction was scheduled for 3/30, either 3 days overdue or 4 days early depending on which date was used. For about a week prior I had contractions every 3-5 minutes, not uncomfortable just pressure. Around 1 am on 3/30 the contractions finally picked up and became uncomfortable, felt them mainly in my hips and back. At 3 am the hospital called for the induction, I decided to go in then. Arrived at the hospital around 4:30 am and got registered, there were some issues with this. The system kept printing someone elses paperwork. I got to skip triage and was admitted to L&D. Around 5:30 the nurses finally came in and got the IV hooked up, started penicillin, drew blood and all that fun stuff. Dr checked me, I was 6 cm, 90% effaced, -2 station. I decided to get the epidural at that point. The anesthesiologist came in around 7 to do the epidural. By 7:30 I was not feeling the contractions anymore but was itching like crazy. I had a ton of pressure still like I needed to go to the bathroom. The nurse got me a bedpan, useless since I really did not have to go. My dr came in at 7:55 to check my progress, 9 cm with a lip of the cervix, bag bulging, still -2. He decided to break my water at that point. Allysons head finally dropped down and 10 cms, time to push. Started pushing, the pressure was immense in my hip and butt. Continued to push until 8:50 when I asked if they could just use the vacuum or forceps and get her out, I had enough of the pressure and broke down. Vacuum it was. Her head was hard to get out, then she was stuck at the shoulders. That is when the nurses just grabbed my legs and pushed them back to my head and yelled to push, and push hard. She got stuck one more time at the abdomen before she was out. At 8:59 am she was born, eyes wide open looking around. After the placenta was delivered they checked her out and I got some stitches from a 3rd degree tear. Allyson weighed 9 pounds, 15 ounces and was 21 inches long. She has brown hair with a blond streak on the one side. As soon as she was 24 hours old I asked to be discharged. She was discharged by 10 am, me not until 2 pm and I was not so happy.

Some pics:
In labor "sneaking" a mint (according to Rob)

Just born, being suctioned

Big girl

Ready to go home

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Claire Inara L
April 1st 6:36 pm
40 wks 4 days
7 lbs 7 oz 20 inches

Fiance and I got to the hospital at 445 am and checked in for my induction, which was set for 5. We got up to the room, I changed and a really wonderful nurse came in to start a three mile long list of questions. For the hour she was taking care of me (shift change was at 6) she was amazing. She was friendly and talkative and very funny. The next nurse wasnt so fun. She was very to the point and only occasionally made a joke or tried to be super friendly. Anyway, the first nurse got me hooked up to the monitors and she asked me if I was feeling the contractions. I turned to the screen and gave it, and her, the most confused look. Turns out I was have regular contractions 3 minutes apart, but it just felt like the baby was moving around. So then she got the IV in and started the pitocin and got me on my way. I sat there for two hours, not really feeling anything except the slightest bit of back pain (hooray for 13 hours of back labor!) My OB came in at 7 and broke my water. That was definitely an unusual feeling. When he was done he told me that little monster had already let loose some meconium so when it came time to push, I would have to stop once her head was out and let them suction her throat. After that contractions got bad, and fast. They checked me several times over the next few hours, and I stayed at 1-2 cm for at 3 hours, managed to eventually get to 3, and then 4. During one of the internals the nurse made a comment that made me so excited. After the first 3 or four hours of contracting painfully and nothing actually happening, I finally dilated enough to get the epidural. She said that baby had a nice head of hair on her. Unfortunately it took at least an hour to prep me and wait for the anesthesiologist to finish with the woman next door. Finally he comes in, asks a billion questions that I've already answered many times before. He asked me if I would be ok with student doing the epi. My fiance (who has always hated the idea of an epi and worried endlessly about my safety) was probably close to having a fit when I didn't immediately say no. The anesthesiologist said the student was just about to graduate, and was very good at it.He had just done the lady's before me. It took a little convincing, but my fiance agreed to it (I know it's my decision and I probably should have been more worried about a student doing it, but I let him decide because I know he's just looking out for me). The guy came in, set everything up, and it turned out to not be bad at all. The meds finally kicked and my legs were so numb, it actually almost hurt a little. Things were kinda slow and boring for a while after that. My brother, several of my SIL's, and some friends visited for about two hours. Somewhere in the midst of that the epi started wearing off, but only in one small area of my belly. The pain got back up to where it was before the epi, so they gave me another dose. That lasted until about 430 pm.
So after 9 hours of boring, and generally unevental labor, I finally got 5 cm. About an hour later the nurse came in to check me again (she had an errand to run, and last time she did that during someone's labor, the baby was delivered before she even got back) and I was a full 10. That shocked me. I had to get out my phone and start texting my mom to get her back in the room.
The nurse had me do a few practice pushes, and she said nothing was really happening ( I was still COMPLETELY numb, everywhere) and baby hadn't dropped enough. They had me sit with my legs in a weird and uncomfortable position for half an hour to get her to come down a little. Then, even though I was still numb, she had me started pushing. By that point the epi had started wearing off on my left side again. I pushed for at least an hour and a half before the nurse called my OB in. When he got there I guess things were picking up so he started doing a putting-on-his-scrubs-and-gloves dance. It was comical. That man is the greatest doctor ever. I pushed for a few minutes and apparently baby wasn't quite fitting so he tried to make room without cutting. That didn't work so he made a small cut on the inside (that's fiance says. i couldnt actually see that part) but that didnt work either so he to finally give me a 2nd degree episiotomy. Another few minutes of pushing and she eventually crowned, then her head came out and I spent a painful 5 minutes waiting for them to suction her throat. A few more pushes and little girl was out and screaming. It was so amazing. I was surprised to find myself watching everything happen. It was kinda mesmerizing, not weird like I expected. The OB spent a good 10 minutes sewing me up, which wasn't fun, but I spent the time listening to the funny conversations, and watching little girl being cleaned up.

Overall, it was pretty pleasant as far labors go.
I've got some pictures of her right after she was born.

Fiance started crying so hard when they handed her to me. He had to go to the bathroom and try to calm down, but it didn't help much. So when he went to the waiting room to announce her, the first reaction everyone had was "Oh S***, what happened." He said that his mom immediately exclaimed "Nooo!" (she's the only mother we know who has had a loss like that) and my brother said it was the scariest moment of his life. My fiance had to reassure everyone little girl was ok and that he was crying because he was happy.

my brother holding her.

her first bath

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Damien Gage L
April 8, 2009 at 3:10 PM
7 pounds, 10 ounces
18 3/4 inches
38 weeks, 6 days

Well, there's not much of a birth story since he was born via scheduled C-section since he stayed breech. I arrived at noon for the 2:30 surgery. I had an u/s right away to confirm he was breech. He hadn't moved from that same position for at least 12 weeks. I guess he thought it was comfortable! After the u/s, I was hooked up to the IV and monitors. His heart rate was great. Shortly before the surgery, I got the catheter (ugh, that was probably the worst part of everything until after the surgery) and IV antibiotics. I started crying right before they took me in because I was just feeling scared about the whole thing.

I actually got into the surgery at exactly the 2:30 scheduled time, which was nice and surprising since they were very busy that day and I was in a recovery room with 2 other women. It took about 25 minutes to get the spinal in. I’m not sure why, but they kept having problems. It didn’t hurt, though. It was more annoying bending over like that with the catheter in and with a big baby head in my ribs than the needle. He was just going to give up trying and try an epidural when he got it. My husband was freaked out because he was expecting them to come get him in 5 minutes and he thought something was wrong since it was taking so long.

The surgery itself went very well. The tugging and pulling I felt was not at all uncomfortable and I didn’t get nauseous from the anesthetic or anything. The baby was out in a few minutes, but the doctor didn’t hold him up for me to see so that was disappointing. I didn’t get to see him until the surgery was pretty much completely done. They did the weight and everything before showing him to me. My husband took a lot of pictures, though, so I got to see later. The baby wasn’t crying immediately when they took him out, but he started within a few seconds so I knew he was ok without seeing him. My husband said he cried when he saw the baby. I started getting choked up while I was waiting to see him because it was at least 25 minutes and I could hear him and hear some of the things nurses were saying but no one announced his weight and length to me or anything.

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Holde Alexander Gordon M*******
April 2nd 2009 11:50 pm
77 ls 5 ozs 21.5 inches long

Woke up at like 5 am i couldn't sleep i was too excited about the prospect of meeting our new lil man. Called the hospital at 6:30 am and was told to come on in. So we went in for 7:30 got hooked up they monitored the baby for a bit to get a strip of his heartrate.

My doctor came in at like 8:00 or so and checked, my cervix was 1 cm dilated and 3 cm long she said i was not favorable and if they were busy she would send me home with no choices given but because they were empty she said i could stay to go ahead but risked a 50% chance of a section. We decided to go ahead and stay, so my doc put in a cervical foley (a foley catheter inserted into the cervix and inflated once you reach 3 cm dilated it falls out, some say it is painful i did not find it painful at all) at 9:30 am. She said it should fall out at suppertime and she would see me then. So we just had to wait. After it was in i was told to walk as much as possible to help my body dilate as much as possible, my nurse Lucy rocked and was being very supportive and let me alternate between resting for 30 min and walking for 45-60 min. I got hungry and the lunch tray they brought me was less then appealing rubber chicken fingers that bounced when dropped and a few pieces of potato thingys lmao so we decided to walk down to tim hortons to get a sandwich and a drink. Before we left we checked with my nurse to be sure i could leave the floor and she said it was ok but we started joking about the cath falling out down in the cafeteria haha and how excited i would be screaming about it falling out lmao. While we were downstairs i could feel it move a bit i thought so i said to Lee umm i think we better hurry up and go back up because it feels like it is going to come out soon. We had no sooner got up to my room and me back into bed and had a few bites of the food we bought, we were laughing and joking and mid laugh i felt it fall out this was at 1:00. I called Lucy in she thought it was histeracl that just after joking about it coming out in the cafe we just made it back to the room when it did come out, so she checked me but i was not dilated to the full three i was more 2 cm dilated and stretchy but my cervix was half as thick as it was when we started so i definetly made progress.

At 1:00 my doctor came back and was very surprised it fell out already and said she would try to break my water but she may not be able to reach it. luckily she was able to break my water and said that i could either start my oxytcin now or wait 6 hours after my water was broke for things to go on their own and then they would put up the oxytocin. I thought about it because i am an extreme needlephobe so this was a huge decision for me. I decided to go ahead and get the drip started right away because my body has been known to have ruptured membranes but contractions not to start and needing oxytocin anyhow so i figured i might as well save myself some time and not sitting there for 6 hours freaking out over the needle issue. So i had to start thinking about them putting in the IV which was not fun at all cause of the fear of needles. Lucy came in and tried to do my IV, i panicked and my vein collapsed which happens to me all the time. So she went and got kiersten to come in and try it, Kiersten decided she would freeze my arm first which is all fine and dandy but it meant another damn needle lol. The freezing honestly did not hurt though and in two seconds Kiersten had my IV started and because of the freezing i didn't feel anything. They put up the oxytocin drip at 2 pm and got it started at 1 and said they would go up 15 ml or 1 number every 30 minutes. After a bit the contractions started and were a bit painful but not terrible. My labor didn't really start til 7 pm (took my body a bit to figure out what was supposed to be going on). I got moved into the birthing suite and my nurse made my chair into like a lazy boy so i was sitting up and the gravity would help the baby move down the birth canal, she lowered teh foot of the bed right down, it was really quite comfortable actually. The contractions got good and strong at 7 pm, my doc came in at about 10 and checked me again and we found that Holden was facing my leg and not in an optimal position to come down the canal and it as holding things up. So they got me onto my knees and i rocked through the contractions back and forth for about an hour and by 11 i couldn't breathe through the contractions anymore and i would breath through the start of them but at the peak i would get vocal and the nurse would tell me to breath through it and i would have to force myself to regroup and breath. I started to feel some pressure so said i wanted to get off my knees and back into the sitting position, it took three contractions to get back up, then i got hot so my mom kept wetting facecloths for Lee to put on my forehead to try to cool me off. My nurse checked me at 11:30 and i was 5 cm, about 5 min at 11:40 i told them i felt really strong pressure and i had to push, my doc came in and checked me and i was 8 cm she waited a couple of contractons and then she checked me again i still had a lip on one side so she waited through another contraction or two, that is when my body startedd to push itself, so they broke the bed down and got things ready, she checked again and the li was still there so she said she would hold it back during a contraction and see if it stayed back i could push on the next one and yay it stayed back. When they put my feet in the stirrups i got so uncomforatble it hurt my hips so bad but they lowered the foot a little bit and then it was great. While i was pushing and his head was crowning my doc started to freak out a bit, not bad freak out, apparently holden decided he needed to do a fill 360 in the birth canal lol. I pushed about 6 times and baby Holden Alexander Gordon was born at 11:50 pm weighing in at 7 lbs 5 ozs. 21 1/2" long. He has really long feet, and fingers and super long fingers nails and the most beautiful blonde hair. My doc showed me my placenta and said it was great i only had a couple of calcification spots on it. I owe my great birth to my nurses Lucy, Andrea and Kiersten for getting my IV in. I had considered trying the NOS with this birth but we got it in adn setup and i tried once and the deep breaths you need to take was too much and it hurt more during the contractions. Lee was so supportive and at one point even kneeled on the floor for an hour because he couldn't reach his chair to sit beside me and didn't want to disturb me by making me let go of his hand.

I put him to breast at birth and he latched and is eating like a champ which is amazing now heres hoping i get good milk, here we are on day 3 my milk is in, my right boob is sore as hell but my left is not bad, i forgot how much nursing hurts in the first few days and it is hard to bring myself to latch him knowing i am going to be in so much pain but i know this is best for him so it is what we want.

during labor his hb dropped very low a few times and it scared the hell out of me, when he was born his cord was around his neck once but not super tightso they think that is why his hr had dropped

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Grace Elizabeth's Birth Story

I had a regular OB appointment on April 7th and was 4 cm with no contractions. My OB went ahead and scheduled an induction for April 14. After scheduling the induction, I went home just praying I didn't have to be induced. I just wanted to do this natural. Everything was normal that night - I even made DH some gluten-free brownies just before going to bed. At 3:30 a.m. I woke up thinking I had to go to the bathroom. I also had some cramps. Well, I went to the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't even lay back down in bed. Nothing was comfortable. I'd get back up and feel like I had to go the bathroom. I remember looking at the clock thinking, "Maybe this is a contraction." I remember seeing spans of 6 minutes, another one would be 1 minute (I guess now I should have gone at that point), but then another would be 5 or 6 minutes. Finally, at 4:30 a.m., I woke DH up and said we need to go the hospital because this just isn't right.

The first thing the nurse said after she checked me was, "Man, you must have some seriously high pain tolerance, because you are 10 cm and 100% effaced." They immediately called my OB and got things rolling. I wasn't allowed to push which was awful. I just wanted to push. After my OB arrived, I pushed and pushed and pushed. I pushed for 3 hours. At that point, I had absolutely no strength left in my arms and legs. My mind was so fuzzy at this point. I remember them inserting a foley catheter thinking that my full bladder was in the way of her moving; however, that was not the case. I do remember getting asked if I wanted an epidural. I remember my OB finding her head to be transverse and how she was not budging. After the three hours and no movement from Grace, it was decided that I was to have a c-section.

I wanted to have a natural childbirth, but apparently my daughter had other plans. At 9:10 a.m., on April 8, Grace Elizabeth was born. She weighed 6 lbs. 6 oz. and was 19 1/2 inches long. Hearing her cry for the first time was the most amazing sound in the world.

Looking back now, I'm kind of glad she was transverse. If she wasn't, she just might have been born at home or on the way to the hospital.

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Isla Young S______
Born April 11th at 10:51 am
7 pounds 9.5 ounces
20.5 inches long

I was feeling pretty crappy on Thursday, April 9th so I came home from school a little bit early, probably around 4:30. I was feeling a lot of pressure in my lower back, so I thought I was constipated. I kept trying to go to the bathroom, but nothing was working, I was still feeling the pressure. At about 11:00 that night I had had enough so I drove to the drug store and got some Milk of Magnesia to see if that would help. It didn’t, but I went to bed and was eventually able to fall asleep

On Friday April 10th (Isla’s due date), I woke up around 4:30 with contractions. I tried to sleep, but couldn’t so eventually I got up and started timing them on contraction master, they were about 7-10 minutes apart. I was really uncomfortable so I got into the bathtub. I couldn’t believe how much the water helped soothe the pain of the contractions. I laid in bed most of afternoon of that day timing my contractions and watching television. My husband was home working in the living room because he was still recovering from the ankle surgery he had on Monday, April 6th, so he was able to help me out a little bit. The contractions continued at the same 7-10 minute rate all day, I got into the bath about five times because it was the only thing that helped besides just breathing through them- my husband kept trying to get me to call my doctor, but I didn’t think that the contractions were consistent enough so I didn’t call. At about 5:50 I decided to walk around the neighborhood. My husband couldn’t walk with me because he had on a cast, so I decided to make short loops around and he sat on the porch waiting for me to come around the corner. I had to stop every time I had a contraction; I think I scared some of the neighborhood children. On my third lap my neighbor, who was about 37 weeks pregnant came out and walked with me. I walked for over and hour, until 7:00. The walking seemed to do the trick, the contractions became between 3-7 minutes apart after that. I came home and sat down and started timing the contractions again, and ate a dinner of eggplant parmesan. At about 10:00, about 3 hours after the contractions had become really regular I called the doctor and she told me to come on into the hospital.

We got to the hospital at 10:30, signed in, and were in triage by 11:00. I was pretty tired already because I hadn’t been able to sleep since 4:30 that morning. The nurse in triage checked me and I was dilated 5 cm, so she got me checked in and put in the delivery room and we alerted our families. My mom had to drive from another state and was about 9-10 hours away, but she started driving as soon as I called. I was in a lot of pain, but I had to wait to get to get my epidural until I had gotten a full bag of fluids. Around 1:00 I got the epidural, which was surprisingly less painful then I thought it was going to be- although it made my leg twitch when she first put it in and I almost kicked my husband in a very delicate area, the epidural brought with it almost instantaneous relief. The nurse came in shortly after that to put in a catheter, as she was preparing I felt something wet and I thought that I peed myself. I told the nurse, that I thought I had peed, and she assured me that that happened all the time- then she checked and said that my bag of waters had broken and I was dilated to a 7. The nurse checked me again at about 3 and I was almost fully dilated, but Isla had not dropped all the way down so they angled the bed down to let gravidity do some of the work and let me sleep. The doctor also didn’t want me to start pushing until I felt the urge so I was waiting to feel some pressure. I wasn’t able to sleep though, because I had on a blood pressure cuff that went off every 15 minutes or so.

7:00 brought the shift change and the new nurse checked me and said I was at a 10, I was feeling some pressure, so around 7:20 I did about 20 minutes practice pushing. I wasn’t feeling any pain, so that was great. Isla was turned face up and she was not turning or coming down the canal, so the nurse put my legs down even more and said we were going to wait a little while to really start pushing. At that point she either turned off my epidural or it just quit working- I gradually became less and less numb. My mom made it to the hospital around 8:00 and stayed with me until it was time to start pushing again. At 8:30 I was in a lot pain and the nurse came in to have me push again. I pushed for an hour and her head would not come all the way down, although my husband and the nurse could see the top of the head. The doctor came in and at that time the pain was even worse- I couldn’t even tell when the contractions were coming because I was in constant, unrelenting pain. My wonderful husband was standing beside me holding my leg and counting while I was pushing and encouraging me, I couldn’t have done it without him. After almost another hour of pushing her head was half-way out and I was constantly feeling an overwhelming need to push, but the doctor wouldn’t let me push until I was at the peak of a contraction, waiting was almost impossible. The doctor started getting concerned and asked if she could use the vacuum. At that point I didn’t care WHAT she did, I just needed the pain to stop. She tried the vacuum three times, but it just got her out to her chin and I couldn’t seem to get her any further. The doctor then decided to cut me out of concern for Isla. She cut me two times, resulting in a 2nd degree episiotomy, but Isla came out after that. As soon as she was out I could not believe the amount of relief that I felt. It was incredible. They took her over to the warming table right away to check her, but she was absolutely healthy and crying! She was 7 pounds 9 and a half ounces and 20 inches long. When I finally got to hold her it was all worth it.

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Sorry it took me so long to get this to you ladies. Things were pretty hectic here with the new baby and then the tornados. Phillip's been helping with the cleanup over near his parents so I've been trying not so successfully to juggle here. Good news is (I guess bad too) they''ve pretty much cleaned up everything in the area that they can so DH will now be at home for the next couple of days.

Anyway, here goes.

We arrived at the hospital at 4:45 am on Wednesday for my scheduled induction. T.J. had stayed the night with the ILs to avoid an early drop off. DH and I got checked in and got a room. The nurse came in and checked me to find that I was 2-3 cm dialated. I was a little disappointed that I had not made more progress than that considering I had been feeling contractions pretty steady for a couple days prior. They got me hooked up to an iv and around 6:30 am, I started the pitocin drip. In the beginning, it really wasn't much. I could feel the contractions slowly pick up but they weren't painful. At around 8 am, the dr. made rounds. She checked and I was a solid 3 with a bulging bag of water. She decided to break my water right then. I was a little surprised because I thought for sure they would wait until I had pain meds but nope, she just popped it then. Not fun.

After she ruptured the water, the contractions picked up even more and began to become increasingly uncomfortable. We decided that it was best to wait for the epidural until I was 4 cm so I chose to have Stadol. It was an almost immediate relief. I could feel the contractions but they didn't make me squirm. After about 45 minutes, the nurse decided that I was 4 cm and we then placed the order for the epidural. Then, the waiting began. The nurse came in to tell us the med-man was doing someone else's and it would be about 20 minutes. Half an hour later, she came in to tell us he got called for a c-sec so it was going to take a bit longer. She asked if I needed more Stadol but I told her I could wait. Another 30 minutes past and the nurse comes in to say there were issues and he was going to be at least another half hour. By this time, I was having to concentrate on the contractions as the Stadol was wearing off. The idea of going another hour with them was not appealing in the least so I asked for more Stadol.

One of the biggest mistakes I made this pregnancy was not reviewing the breathing and relaxation techniques. The birth of T.J. was fully medicated and I barely felt any discomfort until after delivery. I thought this time around would be the same but boy was I WRONG!!! The second dose of Stadol did nothing to stave off the pain of the contractions. I had to turn away from the monitor because i could see the contractions piggy back each other. One contraction would barely be fading by the time the next one started. I panicked. I was trying to remember breathing but as time passed, I really felt out of control. I didn't scream or cry, but I will admit to whimpering and rolling around. I'm pretty sure I scared the hell out of DH. He had no clue what to do to help and was desperately trying to convince the nurse that my epidural was an emergency. After about 45 minutes of this, the med-man finally made it to my room. By then I was completely drained and scared to death of how this birth would progress. Dh said about 15 minutes after receiving the epidural, I was out.

Apparently the combination of the stadol, epidural, and the exhaustion from the contractions all combined to make my blood pressure drop. I do not know the exact numbers but Phillip said when the bottom number went into the 40s the nurses came in and were checking me. When the bottom number hit 39, he said they flipped me on the side, put oxygen on me, and put something in my IV. He said my number then begin to climb and after a few minutes, they seemed happy and left the room. He later told me that is when he started to cry.

I was asleep for about 2 hours. When I woke up, I felt a little groggy but I quickly came out of it. After a few more minutes, I agree to let the visitors back in the room. T.J. was there and he was very happy to see me. He had been a little freaked out by the machines and IV but "Alex" had bought him a dr. kit as a big-brother present. The dr. kit seemed to really help him get over his nervousness. I was able to visit with the various family and friends and it all seemed pretty good. I had to call my friend who is due in July. At some point during my med-free contractions, she had stopped by the room. Needless to say, she was pretty freaked out by the noises I was making and it scared her so bad she called her husband crying, saying that she didn't want to be pregnant anymore. I called to let her know that I was indeed still alive and feeling better. I was able to visit with everyone for about half an hour before the nurse came in to check my dialation. We cleared the room and she announced that I was 8-9. I was pretty happy to hear that and everyone began making the phone calls announcing that Alex would be here in a matter of hours. T.J. wanted to get Alex a present so the ILs went to take him to the gift shop. T.J. wanted his daddy so Phillip left with them. Phillip's grandmother stayed behind to keep me company. We began talking about all her birth experiences. She had 3 boys and had been put under for all 3. She thinks they gave her Ether but she was not conscious for any of the births. She said that she had always felt a little cheated out of the birth experience. No sooner had she said that, in come the nurses. The head nurse was pulling in 2 carts. She announced that we were having a baby.

I was a little confused because she had told me only a few minutes prior that I was 8-9 cm and I hadn't been checked since. I just kind of sat there startled as the 3 nurses began pulling the birthing trays out of the closet and pulling out the stirrups. Phillip had my cell phone and his grandmother (Mamaw) couldn't find hers. His grandmother was clearly freaked out by the speed at which everything was happening. She asked if she had time to go get the father at the gift shop. The nurse replied, "Well, it depends on how fast you can run." Mamaw looked like she was about to hit the floor when Phillip walked into the room. He had distracted T.J. so he could slip back to the room. He was a little surprised when he saw all the nurses. Mamaw scurried out. The nurse said she was glad that "Daddy could make it." He asked if he had time to pee, she said no.

The dr. came into the room pretty much immediately. They put my legs into the stirrups and said that we were going to do a practice push. When the contraction hit, I pushed. I made it to the count of 4 when they told me to stop. I just kept breathing. I could definitely feel the pressure and the contraction and was pretty scared at how fast everything was going. I had been mentally preparing myself for a long delivery. With T.J. I pushed for 45 minutes until they figured out he was slightly sideways. I figured since this kid was probably going to be a bit bigger, my labor might be a big longer. Again, I was wrong. Once the dr. was completely set up, they told me to push with the next contraction. I did. A minute later, they told me to push again. I was still pushing with that contraction when I heard him cry. Two contractions and he was out!!!!!! After a bit of suction and such, they laid him on me and I was very relieved.

The dr. said I had a 2nd degree tear. She said it didn't appear to be as bad as my first. I had a little issue with the placenta but after examining it they seemed unconcerned. I was holding my boy and started to let him BF. After the repair work was done, the dr. said she was very happy with how things turned out. She had been convinced that I would need a c-sec and was very happy to have been able to let me have him vaginally. We guessed that he weighed around 9 lbs and I was very proud. After they left, we took a couple of pics and then Phillip went to announce the birth. He came back with T.J. who was soooo excited to see the baby. From that moment since, Alex has been "T.J.'s baby." After a little while with it just being us, we invited everyone in to meet the "little" guy. After everyone took their turns ooohhhing and aaahhhing, the nurse took Alex to the nursery to be evaluated and measured. Everyone followed him to the nursery. When the room cleared, I asked the nurse about his Apgars. She said they were 9/9. I then asked her about the urgency with the delivery. She gave me a soft smile and said that there had been several major decels in Alex's heart rate. If I had not been fully dialated and he had not been so far down, they were preparing for an emergency c-section. I started to tear up but she then reminded me everything turned out great and that he was here and healthy. I nodded and thanked her for being so great the whole time. (She really was sympathetic and funny. She also got hard core when I wanted everyone out of the room when things got painful. She truly was my ambassador.) The nurse told me she was going to check on Alex. After a couple of minutes, she returned to the room and told me that I should me very proud and I won the prize for biggest baby of the day. She then informed me that he was 9 lbs. 10 oz. and 20.75 inches long.

When I finally got to a recovery room, it really started to sink in. I felt surprisingly good. I wasn't near as exhausted as I had been with T.J. Also, the damage down there wasn't as bad so going to the bathroom wasn't as terrifying. I was up walking around within a matter of hours compared to still having issues the next day with T.J.. In fact, almost everything about the delivery and after has been much easier this time around. Alex seems to have taken to BF like a champ. I am so far not having any of the issues I had with T.J. Alex seems to be on a 3 hour schedule so that helps with balancing my two guys. I also didn't seem to have the haze I had after having T.J. but I guess that comes with experience. T.J. is adapting very well. He loves his brother and so far the biggest problem is that he is always wanting to hold him.

Overall, I am pretty happy with how everything turned out. I really hated the labor part but the delivery was awesome. I guess it worked out for the best because the labor with T.J. was great but the delivery was difficult. If it had been the same this time around, I would be having a lot more difficulty juggling the needs of both. I'm pretty sure we are done growing our family. I am very much in love with my two sons and really don't feel the need to add to it. We will see if I can get DH to agree.

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Vivien Kathleen
Born April 7, 2009 at 8:07 p.m.--40w5d
7 lbs, 10 oz 20.5 inches

I went into the hospital on Tuesday, April 7, at 5:00 a.m. to be induced. I was so nervous! I was 2 cm and 50% effaced when the iThey started the Pitocin drip at 7 a.m., and about 7:45, I started to notice tightening in my uterus--my first contractions ever! They kept coming in and increasing the dosage of Pitocin every 20 minutes. My husband was with me, and my father in law and father came by to visit as well. They came in to check me at about 11 and I was 3 cm. At that point, the contractions were getting to be a little more painful and I asked DH to tell my father and FIL that I needed a little privacy. DH helped me breathe through the contractions until I got checked again at noon. I was 4 cm, 75% and at that point I asked for the epidural. The anesthesiologists showed up right away.

A resident anesthesiologist gave me the epidural while the attending stood by. It was very painful having to bend over and sit still while it was being put in place--this was the first time I really felt bad pain. I was clawing at DH's hand. They did the test dose and asked me to tell them if I had a metallic taste in my mouth or if my legs went completely numb. Well, my legs quickly did become completely numb and I started to feel very heavy and almost fell the wrong way back on the bed. They laid me down and I heard them say the epi was in the wrong place--the spinal space. My blood pressure apparently dropped REALLY low and things became a blur at this point. I know they gave me something in the IV, I think it was ephedrine, to get my BP back up, and they turned off the Pit because baby's HR took a dip. I was just laying there feeling very sleepy and out of it.

After a little while my BP came back up and they turned the Pit back on and covered me with some warm blankets. The nurse put in a Foley catheter--they had to open my legs for me because I couldn't feel or move them at all--they said I was as numb as they would make someone for a C-section, all because of the epi going into the wrong place. They checked me again and I was at 6 cm, 100%.

My father and mother came by to visit. At some point, I became able to move my legs again and felt pretty good. Then, gradually, I realized I could feel every contraction in my bottom and the backs of my legs. At first it was just odd, but it got stronger and stronger until I was really in pain with every contraction. Anesthesia came in and topped off my epi twice, but it didn't do any good at all. I was just kind of clutching the bed rail and burying my face in the pillow and breathing through every contraction (which were 2 mins apart), oblivious to everyone else in the room. My MIL showed up at some point, but I didn't really care. There was some discussion of taking out the epi and redoing it, which I was really unhappy about, but they decided to check me first. They checked me at 6 p.m. and I was complete. I was really scared wondering how I was going to push when I was in so much pain.

I started pushing about 6:15 and immediately felt relief from the contractions. It was crazy how many people were in the room--DH, a resident, a med student, a nurse, a nursing student, and an attending who would come and go--all eyes focused on my crotch which was spotlighted and on display. So bizarre! I didn't care at that point, though. I pushed for almost 2 hours, although it seemed to go by faster than that. I knew I was making progress, and I wasn't in pain anymore, so I didn't mind. At one point I started to feel really sick to my stomach and threw up. At 8:07 p.m., my daughter Vivien Kathleen was born--the most amazing and astonishing feeling ever. She weighed 7 lbs 10 oz and was 20.5 inches long. I have a third degree tear that took a while to stitch up afterward. I didn't ask how many stitches. Oh, and we stayed in the hospital for 3 days and I had to have a blood patch because I got a spinal headache as a result of the botched epidural.

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Liam Michael was born Easter morning at 10:12 am. He is 8 pounds 3 ounces and 22 inches long.

My water broke at 4:30 am. By the time I got to the hospital at 6:30 am the mild contractions were 4 minutes apart and I was still dilated at 3cm. I asked for an epidural right away, good thing because things started to move fast and hard. The epidural was placed at 8 am. When they checked me again at 9 am I was 10cm and ready to go but the doctor was not here yet. The doctor arrived at 10am. I pushed 3 times and Liam was born.

We are both doing awesome! Breastfeeding is going great. He is eating 10-12 times a day. He is still a bit jaundice so the doctor is following him carefully.


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Quentin Vincent M. Birth Story
7 lbs, 1oz
19 inches
35.5cm Head Circumference
Apgars 9 & 9
Born at 39 weeks + 3 days
Born 18 minutes after arriving at the hospital fully dilated; completely natural childbirth

April 13th - 9 p.m.
After stopping on Saturday (April 11), contractions have started again, but they aren't regular at all. They come and go and last for about 30 minutes at a time, but then stop for hours. The more walking Christa does the more frequently they come. We are off to bed and just playing the waiting game.

April 14th - 9 a.m.
After going to bed, the contractions stopped all together. This morning, they started up again about 9 a.m. Christa is home alone - Kendall is at daycare and Craig is at work. She has been timing the contractions, but they don't have any consistent pattern and so far, they aren't painful, just a bit uncomfortable. Christa is working on getting a few things done around the house just in case this is it. The walking is causing lots of pressure and making the contractions come closer together.

April 14th - 11 a.m.
Time to call Craig! The contractions are still highly irregular, but after having two in a row that resembled contractions Christa had while in labor with Kendall, she decided to call Craig. Right now, the contractions are about 10-15 minutes apart with a few more frequent and a few less frequent; still no consistent pattern as far as timing apart or duration of the contractions. They are lasting about 30 seconds to a minute each.

April 14th - 11:45 a.m.
Craig is home! The contractions are now getting painful and about 5 minutes apart. We are heading into the hospital now!
On the way to the hospital, we called daycare and the OB office. The OB office tried to tell Craig that we were coming in too soon -- obviously he wasn't talking to one of Christa's OB's who warned us that labor with Kendall was fast (5-6 hours) and this time would go even quicker! We decided to ignore her and headed into the hospital anyway!

April 14th - 12:20 p.m.
We have arrived at the hospital -- it took forever because of lunch hour traffic! Christa's contractions are now about 1 minute apart and VERY painful. They take Christa by wheel chair up to labor & delivery. They got her into a room and one of the nurses checks her. She is fully dilated and the baby is at 0 station. From here, the fun starts -- the room fills with nurses who are preparing the room and Christa for delivery and trying to find her doctor!

April 14th - 12:30 p.m.
Christa's water breaks on it's own. The fluid is clear. The nurses have located another doctor and tell Christa to start pushing.

April 14th - 12:35 p.m.
Roughly at this time, Christa's doctor arrives. He asks if he has time to change and the nurses tell him no. He thought they were kidding and asks "Seriously?" They say seriously, he takes one look and says "O.K."

April 14th - 12:38 p.m.
Quentin Vincent arrives!! The doctor announces that it's a boy and Craig gets to cut the cord. Quentin weighed in at 7 lbs, 1 oz and 19 inches long. Head circumference was 35.5 cm. His apgars were 9 & 9!! The nurses joked with Craig that if we have any more children, he better take a birthing class just in case Christa delivers at home!

Christa tore (2nd degree) and required stitches -- she is sore, but recovering. Quentin is nursing like a champ and adjusting to being in the world. His hospital discharge weight on 4-16 was 6lbs, 10oz. At his follow-up on 4-18 (his due date), he was 6lbs, 14oz and had already gained an inch -- 20 inches.

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Birth of Randall Dale III

Turns out, my body CAN do it all on it’s own!

Monday I was feeling pretty crappy. I was super crampy and just all around tired. I had contractions all day long, but there were not consistent. Around 2 pm, they started getting more and more consistent, anywhere from 10-15 minutes apart. I still didn’t think they were hard enough or close enough together. When I got home from work, I told Randall we need to get things around just in case. We got everything ready and set everything by the door. My Grandma passed away about 2 pm that day, and my mom was the person who was supposed to get Ruthie. So, I called my sister to get back up, just in case.

My contractions were about 10 minutes apart until about 11 pm. They were anywhere from 7-10 minutes apart. About 12 am, I told Randall I think it’s time to go. They were about 4.5 minutes apart. We woke up Ruthie, called my sister, and headed to the hospital. I had about 3 contractions on the way, which meant they were still about 5 minutes apart. I end up calling my sister back, b/c I wanted to get checked before she did take Ruthie. I didn’t want her to pick her up, and nothing happen. Also, I wanted Ruthie to be there waiting, and I knew my sister couldn’t wait, so I just told her I would call her when I knew something more. Turns out, I was 5 cm!!! :eek: I told that nurse she made my day! I was guessing maybe 1cm, if that. So, we call Randall’s mom & dad, b/c they live the furthest away. They end up keeping Ruthie during the birth. We were all super exhausted, but I was so ready and excited to meet this little man!

Well, she kept checking me, and I was only progressing about a cm per hour or so. (I kept up with the times, but I don’t know what I did with the notes.) They decided to give me a small dose of pitocin just to get things moving more along. My doc was there, so I was happy to know he’d be delivering him too. At about 7 cm, they asked me if I wanted anything for pain. I really wasn’t in that bad of pain; they were hurting, but nothing like they were with Ruthie at 4cm on pitocin. So, I just told them I would take some stadol. I had two doses before I hit 9 cm, and it made me sleepy and took the edge off. They broke my water at 9 cm, and that helped move things along. The only problem was, it was more behind him, so all of it didn’t make it out.

I started pushing, and boy did it hurt! I pushed a little bit for about an hour. It wasn’t major pushing, just more of my body doing it. I didn’t have the complete urge just yet. When I did, it took about another hour for him to come out. They had some problems finding the heartbeat, so I was super scared. They had to give me some oxygen b/c I started getting upset and worrying. Turns out, he pooped inside me, so they were worried about him as well. When the head finally came out, they started suctioning him and that was even worse. He wasn’t crying, so I was flipping out, and I kept asking if he was okay. They got him all suctioned out, and he was just fine. Randy was born at 8:32 am, weighing in at 8lbs, 10.9 oz; seven ounces more than his big sister. He was 22 inches long. I tore twice, but only one needed stitches. I was super proud of myself for not taking the epi. I wanted to do what my body told me to do, and I did. I can’t say I would do it all again though…next time I WILL take the epi!

Big sister Ruthie was the first one to meet him. She was in love, just smiling at him. It melted my heart into a million pieces. There has been no sweeter moment in my life, than that one.

They had to keep us one extra night b/c his blood type made it a possibility for him to get jaundice, so they just wanted to keep him; turns out, he’s just fine.

Recovery has been a lot harder on me. My tear hurts like I can’t even explain, and I am still exhausted. Randy is nursing really well, and my milk is in. I was so happy to get a good nursing relationship with him so early on. I had some blisters popping up, but they are gone now.

Big sister Ruthie is doing really well with him. She is having a hard time understanding why she can’t lean on him, so that’s been our major problem. She loves to kiss him, and talk to him. He adores her too b/c he’ll just stare at her. It’s such a beautiful thing. Randall is doing just as great as I figured he would. He makes such an amazing father. I am so grateful for him. He's so ready for me to pump, so he can feed him and help at night.

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People who were in attendance: Midwives Roxie, Judy and Judy's attendant Kacey. My sister (who's a doula but was there to take pics) Teresa, her dd Mercedes to watch the boys, ds1 Jake, ds2 Tyee, ds3 Luke and dh Jason.

I was having cramps starting on the Friday before she was born. They lasted all weekend and on Sunday I actually thought I was going to have the baby by the next morning. Contractions were at one point 3 mins apart lasting at least a min long. But then they completely stopped. Still had cramping on Monday, some on Tuesday and Wed I had an appointment with Roxie, mostly just to check me to see if I had dilated and check the position of the baby because I was having alot of anxitiy about baby getting into position. I was 2 1/2cm, 50%, -2 station and she asked if I wanted her to strip my membranes. After a few days of cramping and on and off contractions I said yes. Boy did that hurt!! I had it done with Luke but it didn't hurt like this did and I told Roxie that too lol.

So Thursday April 16th, Jason woke me up to dtd (after having cramps all night lol). He went off to work and a couple hours later the boys climbed into bed with me. I got up to go to the bathroom and lost my plug. First time ever that I even noticed that I lost my plug! I was having contractions but were very mild, I could talk through them, walk, deal with the kids, yada, yada, yada. So I took all the boys so Jake could get his allergy shots. While there the pedi was asking if I was still having ahomebirth and that the hospital was a good place as well and asked if Roxie was going to be there and asked my due date. He's all for natural births, love the idea of waterbirths and loves Roxie, but because homebirths are not very popular and he's had to rush in several times for emergencies of course he was skeptical and worried about homebirths. So after the dr's we went to my sisters, the kids played outside, we had lunch, and I was still having contractions so I decided to go home as my mil was coming up for dinner that evening with her sister and sister's dh (visiting from Tenn.). Got home cleaned the house (sorta), cleaned the bathroom, and still having contractions. They arrived and I told them right away I was having some mild contractions and apoligized for all the toys on the floor, I was not about to bend over and pick them up lol. DH finally got home and I told him I thought we would be sending them home shortly after dinner and that's what happened.

At 7pm they left, then called back to say there was a house fire down the street:eek:, Jason started getting the tub ready and I texted my midwives and my sister and they started heading up. My contractions were 3-5mins apart and 50 sec long but were turning into steady 3 mins apart 1 min long. I was nervous about them not making it so I didn't do much but sit on the couch. I didn't want to make my labor any shorter then it seemed like it was going to be. The boys were terrific while I was in labor. Jake and Tyee would come over and want a hug but if I was having a contraction they backed off and waited, then would ask if I was having the baby lol, I told them yes tonight she was coming! They were sooo excited! I wanted sooo bad to get in the tub but I was fearful of it making my labor progress rapidly, I declined. Jason had the boys put on jammies, then the back labor started, that was horrible! Jason rubbed my back for a good hour staight! At one point I got up to kneel on the floor and lean on the chair, I was feeling pressure but I tried my hardest not to push. Jason continued to rub my back and Jake came over with the flashlight and shown it down low and said "mom I'm making sure she comes head first for you." lol, very innocently. (that goes back to when she flipped breech, the boys thought it was fun to shine the flashlight on my lower belly Wink ) So in the mean time they were all heading up.

Of course they were all busy so they had to get their backups in order so by the time they actually got here and were able to get through the house fire mess it was 8:30pm. I was getting nervous because I could feel pressure already. Roxie checked me, I was 10 cm!! I asked if I could get in the tub, but they wanted to make sure they could get the heplock in first so as soon as they saw blood they could start me up on pit. Finally got in the tub at 9pm. It felt soooo nice and relaxing, I wished I had gotten in sooner! Pretty much right away started pushing. I could feel her coming down, then go back up. And it seemed to keep happening with a few pushes. During one contraction her head was right there, so I put my hand there and didn't feel a head, it was her membranes. That was such a weird feeling because I had expected to feel her hair. I pushed her head out and Roxie told me to just let it stretch, then the next contraction she told me to push, I said I can't but next thing you know I felt her body exit me and the water break as she slid out at 9:09pm. She was pretty blue and had the cord wrapped around her shoulder and I think because of that there may have been a little tug on the placenta that made a gush of blood come right away. So they shot me in the butt with pit. or that methajone stuff. I just sat and held her in the water, she definitly was a girl! and as much as I wanted to delay cord cutting alittle longer, they were concerned about the bleeding so I let them clamp (it was still at least 2 mins after so it was still somewhat delayed) Jake came over and cut the cord. You could tell he was sooo proud to get to do it! Judy took the baby while Roxie helped me out of the tub into my bed, I delivered the placenta and she massaged my uterus. Judy came in and gave me more methajone (sp?) and pit so I was cramping pretty bad with that, but no hemorraging!! Yahoo I tried to nurse her but it was hard, she didn't want to latch right then and I was in so much pain, so after the massaging (which was at least 10-15mins) I nursed her and she latched right away. While I was being massaged, Jason weighed her, she was 7lb 2oz, 20 inches and just perfect! And I didn't tear!

The midwives and dh cleaned the tub and everything and the house was back to normal in an hour. I just layed in bed holding and nursing my new little one. Who still didn't have a name lol. When everyone left around 2am, the house was quiet, the boys were sleeping, Jason was sleeping, the baby was sleeping and I was up almost all night cramping! I made sure to take motrin with the methwhatever pills after that! Later that day we decided to name her Piper Jo Hanna.

I couldn't have asked for it to go any better!! It was an amazing homebirth! The 2 reason's I'm glad I had my first 3 in the NCB friendly hospital was because 1- Roxie didn't do homebirths then and 2- I hemorraged badly with Jake, with Tyee they were still trying to figure out what helped me to stop hemorraging and by Luke they had it down pat! I would have loved to be able to sit in the tub after giving birth and just hold her in the water for a few moments, but I guess that's where my situation is unique and even if we decide to have more, I'll probably have the same issues and will never get to experience that part of birth. But overall I was very happy about having my homebirth and feel completely blessed to have 4 beautiful children and 4 wonderful waterbirths! I couldn't ask for anything more!

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Sorry this is long-winded, I wanted to write everything down so I would remember and have it for me!

I woke up on monday the 20th at 3am to what felt like I was leaking urine very slightly,but wasn't sure if it was water as it was very slight. Stood up slowly and then hurried to bathroom in case it was my water. Had a small puddle in the bathroom and then was sure! So I shouted for my husband a few times for him to help and finally he woke up.

At 3:30am I started getting mild cramps that turned fairly quickly into mild contractions about 7 minutes apart (but so mild that I was having trouble timing them). So I called the OB office, left a message, and of course they said to go right to labor and delivery as soon as I was able. So we did our last minute stuff (and I ate a bagel and popsicle) and left around 5am. Well hubby did most of it as our apartment is carpeted outside of the bathroom and I was slightly worried about having a much larger gush. However, she was so low that she plugged the hole a fair amount except when I was lying down or moving from sitting to standing.

We got to L&D at roughly 5:30 am, and waited for a bit for them to get us in a room. Normally they send you to triage but the doctor had notified them my water broke and that I was coming in. At this point Alexa woke up, she had slept through so far.

I had a very friendly nurse (really all staff were wonderful). They set me up on the monitors. I was having consistent contractions that I could breathe through that were 7 minutes apart, and 60-90 sec long. Baby was looking great on the monitor and my blood pressure was great. I was 90% effaced and "a tight 3 cm" by 7 am so very well progressed (and I was only 1cm the previous thurs).

They did a hep lock and IV fluids were administered whenever I was monitored (intermittent monitoring).

I went for a few walks with my husband. Around 8:30 he went to buy breakfast.I snuck out of the L&D to the hospital caf with him and had toast w/ jam. It was the last time I was hungry through the birth. So the "clear fluids" restriction did not bother me.

At 11:30am I was unfortunately seeing contractions spread to 7-10 minutes apart, although 60-90 sec long still. The nurse suggested a pitocin augmentation to push things in the right direction. I decided to walk for an hour to see if it would help, but they were then coming around 10 min apart only. I guess I was having a long early labor.

My doctor came in and asked how I was doing. I said that pitocin was suggested and she said that *may* be neccessary but let's check your cervix to see if anything is happening so we know if this is necessary. I was fully effaced but only 3.5 cm dilated (so not in active labor and only 1cm progress in 4.5 hours).

I talked to my husband and decided that I would do the pitocin (I was still told it was up to me and could wait if I wanted). I didn't want to risk labor stopping completely, or infection, and knew my cervix was ready, so I went for it. This meant I had to stay in the room and get constant monitoring, but I could change positions freely and the nurse showed us how to unplug me and replug for the washroom.

The pitocin was administered gradually until I got contractions 2-3 min apart. The nurse did her best to tell me over and over that I had to breathe in fully (to not hyperventilate) and relax. I tried so hard and my husband tried to offer support. I remember him saying, quizzically, that I wasn't developing a rhythm. By the time the contractions were 2-3 min apart and 1 min long, I was not coping at all. I was wailing during the whole contraction and tense the whole time. In fact, I was tense even between contractions.

At this point, maybe 4pm, I was only about 4 cm and knew that I was slowing things down and hindering progress due to not being able to cope. At this point in labor, I truly felt I was suffering, and my husband was visibly breaking down seeing me in this state. The nurse, as she knew I wasn't coping, told me, if I change my mind and want an epidural, remember it takes about 20 min to get an anaesthesiologist there. I used my codephrase to tell my husband I wanted the epidural, and then asked the nurse for it. I asked (well pleaded) the nurse to turrn down the pitocin slightly while I waited for the epidural, and she did.

The anaesthesiologist came in quickly, maybe 10 min later. Getting the epidural was relatively painless, he did it fast and well. I focused for the first time in hours in order to be perfectly still repeating the word "steady" to myself as he inserted it. It went in without issue.

At first I thought the epidural wasn't working fully, but my bladder was full from the 3 bags of fluid they gave me before I could have the epidural. After being catheterized, it was amazing. I was finally free from my pain, good humoured and relaxed. I got some much needed rest (my water broke after 3 hours sleep).

My doctor (diff OB from my practice was now on call) checked my cervix, it was a 6 cm, after maybe just an hour of being on the epidural, say 5pm. About two hours later than that, about 7pm, I felt like I had to have a bowel movement during some contractions and thought maybe I was getting the urge to push, but wasn't blunt to the nurse, just said I felt lots of bottom pressure so she thought I was still transitioning. In the meantime shifts changed and the new nurse decided to check me right away and said I was complete!!!

I was thrilled. Not only did this mean that I was almost about to see my girl, it also meant that one of my fears had not come true. I has urge to push despite complete pain relief from the epidural.

Since I had urge to push, I was able to say "is it time to push now" to my team (husband, nurse and doctor after she got there) and then I pushed. I found the pushing stage fairly easy and was very focused. It took about 2 hours, and the only true discomfort was pressure against my stomach before I threw up the water and gatorade that was still in it. Her head was coming out a little slowly, and I wasn't opposed to episiotomy, so the doctor did a second degree episiotomy, and at the next contraction I finished pushing out her head and whole body. The team was coaching me great, and I gave it that extra effort. I had no significant tearing.

Alexa was born at 8:57, crying and perfect, with a full head of hair. Apgars were 9 and 9. I held her briefly after delivery, and was very happy. However I was exhausted from the long day with little food and lack of sleep. And my arms were very tired from pulling back on my legs. So I was afraid I would drop her, and handed her off to my husband. He was very emotional and crying, and it was an absolutely beautiful moment watching him hold her.

They then took her to do the newborn stuff, and she pooed on the table. So they bathed her right away, did a bunch of other stuff they had to do etc, and I nursed her briefly about 2 hours after birth. Then I sent her to the nursery for the first night so me and my husband could recover (she came back just for feedings). They had to give me a couple things to stop the bleeding but it was under control in a reasonable amount of time.

I've been healing well, and she's been nursing well, and every day is just a blessing.

Here's a picture of her they took at 1 day old:

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April 9th: we went in for our first induction. Stayed twelve hours , was feeling slight contractions but nothing painful in any way. Only one centemeter and 50% effaced. nothing happened, so I got sent home to walk, walk, walk. No baby.

Scheduled another induction for April 15th.

April 15th: went in again at 7 and was pumped with more pitocin. This time I felt contractions, a bit painful, but very tolerable. Got a bit crampy. But still stayed at 1 centemeter. They told me I had a choice of getting a c-sec that night, or being low dosed with pit overnight at the hospital and then start again on the 16th. So, of course, I decided not to get sliced open for no medical reasons. The baby was healthy, and so was I.

April 16th: woke up at 7am to get pitocin raised up higher. still at 1cm. no change over night. Started feeling contractions very strong around 1:00 so i took my first dose of Stadol. Felt amazing! best invention ever (in my opinion) went up to 3 centemeters and 90% effaced. was thrilled, FINALLY some progression and hope. Pain was a good sign at that point. Got checked again at 6:00p.m. and was only up to 5 centemeters, but 100% effaced. So excited. Was getting Stadol every 2 1/2 hours during this time. Got to about 9:00 at night and got my 5th shot of stadol in my IV and was told I could no longer have any more stadol because it would make me sick or the baby sick. So I gave into the epidural. yea, too bad that didn't work. Only my right leg was numb. That was all! felt every contraction, every movement, every pain. wasn't pleasent, but hey, it's natural right ?!
Around 4am I was at 7 centemeters, that's when I woke jeremy up by throwing up over and over again. He was so shocked and out of it. He threw my ice chips off the arm of his chair all over the floor. And at that same time the baby's heart rate started to drop and nurse after nurse flooded the room, shoving oxygen onto my face. Poor Jer was so out of it and so scared, but he still just held my hand and told me everything was okat.
I went to 10 centemeters in a half hour! talk about pain. I wanted to push so badly, but my nurse kept sayin, no, you don't want to tear (in her indian accent). She was amazing. She was a midwife for 15 years in her country, and came here to do the same. By ten of five I finally got to start pushing. My OB was taking a nap down the hall and hadn't been in since midnight.. His head was completely out by the time she actually came in, half asleep. I pushed about ten times, and BAM here comes baby!!! He was so beatiful. All I could do was cry my eyes out. Jeremy was so good during the whole thing. He didn't pass out!!! he held my hand the whole time, and I never yelled at him or said anything bad. I was pretty proud.

Braiden Robert B*****y was born 8lbs 6oz at 5:55A.m. on April 17th, 2009.
My stubborn baby boy. Finally joined the world.

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Elizabeth Rose's birth story

I had my weekly appointment on Tuesday afternoon and my Dr came in and said “so, are we going to have this baby soon?” And I replied “yeah, how about tomorrow?” (Wednesday is her hospital day). She checked me, and I was still at 1 ½ cms and my cervix was still firm and high. So, she called the hospital to see if they had any room for an induction on Wednesday the 22nd. They didn’t have anything available for Wednesday but they had room on Thursday.
So, Thursday at about 7:00 we got to the hospital and got all of the admission stuff taken care of and were taken to my labor/delivery room. Turns out they didn’t have the orders from the Dr. on file so they couldn’t even start my IV until they heard back from her, but around 8:30 they got it started and at about 9, they started the pitocin. I was having some contractions before they started the pitocin, but nothing major or painful. Once they started the pitocin, the contractions got more regular but I still wasn’t feeling much in the way of pain. The morning was pretty uneventful – I wasn’t progressing very fast. My Dr. came in at about 1:30 to break my water and I had made it to 3 cms. Woo hoo!
Once she broke my water, then I started feeling the contractions, and she said that she was ok with me getting my epidural which I jumped on. It was a good thing I did because the anesthesiologist was getting ready to head into a c-section, and I would have had to wait till he was done with that before he would have come back to me. For some reason, when I was getting ready for the epidural, I started to cry – not entirely sure why but I think its because I was having another realization that this was very real and about to happen. Once the epi was in, I was feeling pretty good – no more contraction pain, just pressure, and my legs were asleep.
As the afternoon went on, my family showed up – my husband’s mom was there, and then my parents came a little later. We spent most of the afternoon hanging out and talking and stuff. I tried to rest and nap a little, but that was kind of a lost cause. The nurse checked me at around 6pm and I was still only at 4 cms. Grrr…I was hoping for better progress because I knew that I was also looking at the possibility of a c-section for failing to progress because of how big the baby was estimated to be. So, at 8pm when the nurse checked me and I was now at 8 cms, I was ecstatic! Yay, progress finally!
My husband was watching the playoff hockey game, and then there were 2 earthquakes… yes, 2 of them. They were really close together and felt like 1 longer one. Great, nothing to raise my anxiety level like an earthquake and I’m strapped to a bed and can’t do anything because I can’t feel my legs. Ironically enough, we are pretty sure that Elizabeth was conceived the morning of another earthquake this past summer, so my husband says “its come full circle” and that was a pretty funny realization.
At 10 pm, I was checked again and I was now 10 cms. It took the nurse a little bit of time to get some stuff together before we started to try pushing. We pushed for a little bit and around 10:30 she called the Dr. When the Dr. got there she realized that the baby was face up, instead of looking sideways. The Dr. ended up turning her head a little (OMG, the pain from that was ridiculous…. Even with the epidural!) and then we tried pushing a little more but decided to take a break for about 30 minutes to see if the baby would come down a little more and turn more on her own. About 20 minutes later or so I really started to feel the urge to push really strongly, so we got the nurse back in there and started pushing for real at about 11:45 on Thursday night.
I pushed for about an hour before she was finally born, at 12:45 am on Friday 4/24. On my last push, she had crowned, and the Dr. still wasn’t in the room – my husband said that she was scrubbing in, but they are like “don’t push!” and I’m thinking to myself ‘you want me to not push?!?! Are you freaking kidding!?!’ I reached the point where I couldn’t pant through it anymore and pretty much started to push the rest of her head out. She was 9 pounds even and 20 ½ inches long. Her apgars were 9/9, and she has a set of lungs on her. She was having a small bit of difficulty breathing right after she was born and was kind of grunting, so the nurse thought that it was easier for her to scream than it was to breathe normally. So, after about an hour she finally calmed down and stopped screaming. I have a small 2nd degree tear (I think I got 6 stitches total), and some massive ‘roids, but other than that, I’m good.
We had our mother/baby appointment yesterday, and things were pretty good- unfortunately she had lost more than 10% of her birth weight and was down to 7 lbs 14 oz, so I have to pump and then supplement with some formula after each feeding and then tomorrow we have to go back for a weight check. Hopefully she will have gained a bit.
My husband documented the whole process on his Facebook page – and so many of our friends waited up for that final update and they all loved the fact that he did that and kept them all updated on what was going on with us.

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Tuesday April 14th, 2009.

I had a nap, woke up around 1:30pm Tuesday, and was having contractions, not too major, but strong enough to make me uncomfortable. They got to be about 5mins apart, so I called dh at around 2pm telling him a) our stupid car alarm kept going off and b) I think I was in labour, and told him to keep his phone nearby.... so then contractions kept getting stronger, and at 2:30 I told him to come home. He arrived home at 3:30, just as my SIL was arriving to pick up Olivia and take her to her house until dh's parents came down to pick her up. By 3pm they were really intense, getting closer, and I was having a lot of pelvic pressure. Called my midwife again and she told me to get to the hospital right away. I had to have IV with antibiotics because I'm strept B positive... so by 4:30 we finally arrived at the hospital... got settled in... by then contractions were like 2mins apart... at 5pm my midwife did an internal check, and I was 8cm already and 75% effaced. At 5:15pm we decided to break my waters, because the contractions were so intense, and I felt the urge to push. Broke my waters at 5:20pm, had a couple of intense pushes (to put it nicely!), and at 5:36pm Noah Jack was born, weighing 8lbs6oz, 20.5 inches long. Praise God!
Short and sweet! Smile

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Here you go - sorry I haven't re-read it yet so if you see any glaring mistakes let me know Smile

Carlin Donnelly SXXXX
April 23, 2009
9:05 am
8 pounds 1 oz
20 inches

Well Carlin was scheduled to come out by C Section on April 27th – a day after his due date of April 26th. I figured if things happened on their own before then that I would try to VBAC, but I wasn’t hopeful that that would happen since Luca was 10 days late and I had to be induced. At both my 36 and 37 week appointments I was 1.5 cm dilated and about 50% effaced – just like with Luca. When we went for the 38 week appointment I thought for sure I would be the same again because I felt great that week with no contractions and just really feeling like he was comfortable and not going anywhere, but sure enough I was 3 cm and 70%. So then I thought well maybe he will come out on his own.

Saturday morning April 18th, I woke up at 1 in the morning with contractions 3 minutes apart. This lasted for about an hour so I called the doctor who told me to go into the hospital. So Grammy came over to watch Luca and off we went to the hospital. When we got to the hospital they checked me and I was still 3 cm and about 70-80%. They had me walk around for an hour and drink a lot of water to see if labor would progress. So we walked the halls of the hospital with contractions continuing. We went back to triage at 4:15 am and there had been no progress. I was very tired and frustrated so Mary Jo (the midwife from my practice) had them admit me and give me Morphine so that I could sleep comfortably and see if anything progressed with the contractions through the night. By the morning I was feeling better and the contractions had slowed down significantly. Dr. LXXX came in in the morning and she thought for sure I wouldn’t make it to my appointment that Wednesday, but sent me home with Vicodin to help manage the pain of the contractions and told me to rest up.

I rested all weekend and Monday decided to go to work for half days for the week just to keep my mind off of things and hoping it would move things along. Monday night Aunt Tracey, Logan, Mason and Braden came into town so we went over to Grampy’s for dinner. Tuesday progressed about the same – went to work, then went to Grammy’s for dinner with the family. I was having a lot more contractions Tuesday night and didn’t sleep well. So Wednesday I decided to stay home for the day as I was exhausted. I had my 39 week appointment that afternoon and when Dr. LXXX came in I just started crying because I was so exhausted and couldn’t take it anymore and certainly didn’t think I would last until Monday for my scheduled C Section. She checked me and I was now 4 cm and 100% effaced. She agreed that I couldn’t wait till Monday as I would be completely exhausted by then and wouldn’t be able to care for a newborn. So she said she would move my C Section up to tomorrow morning. I was ecstatic! So I was scheduled for 11:30 Thursday morning April 23rd with Dr. SXXXXX (my doctor who also delivered Luca).

So I went home after that and just rested. I was having contractions about 15 minutes apart most of the afternoon but they would then space out to 30 minutes apart and back and forth. By about 9 they were consistently 10-15 minutes apart. So I took a Vicodin and headed to bed after making sure everything was packed up. I slept until about 10 until I woke up and they were more painful but still about 10-15 mintues apart. About 11, Steve came to bed and now the contractions were a bit closer together and I had started shaking. He said he felt like he was on a cheap Niagara Falls hotel bed with a coin slot. I really wasn’t getting any relief from the contractions so he said he thought we should call the doctor and I agreed. So I called and Dr. TXXXXX was on call and said to come in. So Grammy came back over to watch Luca and we headed off to the hospital. When we got there they checked me in triage and I was 6 cm already. So we discussed whether I wanted the C Section or to try for a VBAC so we agreed that I would try and see how things went.

We got all settled in our room and Dr. TXXXXX came in to say hi and see how I was doing and I wasn’t feeling too bad – I was ready for the epidural, but was able to breathe through the contractions ok. So she checked me again and in just an hour I was already at 8 cm (farther than I made it with Luca (7cm) with Pitocin and an epidural). At this point I was concerned I’d be delivering and wouldn’t have an epidural. At about 1:30 the epidural got there – THANK GOD! Oh it felt so good. So I was able to relax and labor actually slowed down a bit, which was ok by me. Me and Steve took a nice nap through the night and in the morning at around 6 - Dr. TXXXXX came back in to check me and I was 9 cm. To see if it would help she broke my water. After that I could tell there was a bit more pressure.

At about 7 40 Dr. SXXXXX came in and checked me and said I was ready to start pushing. She helped me through the first couple and said that it could take 2-3 hours as I hadn’t delivered “that way” before. So the pushing began – we had 2 wonderful nurses – Beverly and Lauren. Lauren and Steve each were holding a leg and Beverly was helping things down there. After about an hour I was getting very tired and frustrated – they kept telling me I was getting closer, but I thought they were just lying so I wouldn’t stop pushing. At about 9 Lauren said the baby would be born by 9:30 and then they called the doctors in. The doctors came in and said in 2 more pushes this baby was going to be out and sure enough he was born at 9:05 am after an hour and 20 minutes of pushing. I couldn’t believe I did it. It actually happened so fast Dr. SXXXXX didn’t make it in until Carlin was just delivered and on the table. They instantly put Carlin on my chest. What a rewarding moment for all that hard work. One of the first things I said was “I don’t know how Aunt Linda delivered a 11 lb 2 oz baby Eric” and then when discussing the middle name we were trying to decide what would sound best when Miss Martha (his baby room daycare teacher) would be saying when he was being naughty – so we decided on Donnelly – my Grandma’s maiden name.

I am absolutely amazed that I was able to VBAC since I was told my chances were about 30% and I’m so glad I tried. My recovery has been completely different and so much easier (even with a 2nd degree tear) especially with having Luca to chase around now. So now we have a wonderful family of 4 and I am completely outnumbered now.

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My repeat Csection went like clockwork & was pretty uneventful, although I noticed I was in a lot more pain this time around.
Checked in at 7 am, baby was born at 10:28. So not too shabby!
The IVs were the worst part. They couldn't get anesthesia down to my room & they needed to get fluids in me b4 the surgery, so the nurses tried to get the I.V. I think I had 5 total. Anesthesia finally came & did one in my wrist, but he missed the first one so did another one, and if that one hadn't worked he was going to put one in my LEG. Thank God, it worked.
I had a lot of anxiety during the epidural/spinal - Im not sure which one it was. It hurt but I was so nervous at that point I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure I stayed totally still.
I felt a lot of tugging but it wasn't too bad. I was chatting with my OB about the names of her dogs & how I saw a lifetime movie where the doctor left a pair of scissors in the patient (I say the weirdest things when I get nervous). I think she thought it was amusing Blum 3
When Bronwyn came out she said, "Congratulations, you have a toddler!" LOL Then I watched them wipe her down on the little warming bed & all I could see was this big pink baby with white blonde hair, stained a bit red with blood. She had breathed in or swallowed some meconium, so they didnt want her to breathe right away but then she let out a huge cry! I was crying & freaking out - I was so happy!! My good friend who is also a family physician sat in on the surgery with me & brought her over to see me & everything. Then they took her to the nursery to get her breathing a bit better, but her APGAR was an 8 so I wasn't too worried. In recovery my friend stopped in and let me know she was doing really good. They asked if they could bathe her to help open her lungs - well since you put it THAT way, go right ahead!
She was sent right to my room the second I got to my room. Then friends & family came & I was totally out of it on moriphine. But I remember how excited my sisters were to hold her.
That evening, they made me turn several times & pushed on my stomach because I had a LOT of blood clots & bleeding after surgery. I just remember a bunch of nurses in my room and they were weighing all these pads of blood. It was all surreal. I had wonderful nursing care & the CNAs were awesome as well!
I had a beautiful private suite with a large bathroom stocked with everything you could think of. I always had tons of supplies I needed, as did the baby. The medical staff really took care of everything and were so polite about all of it. It really made the whole stay easier. I was there Monday through afternoon on Thursday.

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Finally found the time and forced myself to write my birth story or I probably never would, and Parker is already 3 weeks old.

It is very long.. Here it is

Monday the 13th I had an appt with the perinatologist. The week before I had scheduled it to be in my town instead of Tucson where the doctor clearly wanted to see me. I figured being 70 miles away they wouldn’t be so pushy to give me a cervical check and break my waters. Monday came and I decided to cancel for another week. I figured something was sure to happen in a week and it bought me time to do this on my own. That day I was pretty crampy and getting lots of BH at work. I even told my boss that I’m going to walk a lot tonight and since I’m not feeling too well that I could be having this baby tomorrow (Tuesday). When I got home from work Johnny and I took a walk to my sisters who lives a few blocks away and back. When daddy got home, we walked to the grocery store and back. It was about a total of 4 miles. Other than the BH from earlier that day, I felt great and didn’t have a single contraction. We had picked up some chicken from the grocery store so we got home, ate, got Johnny to bed, and we were both too exhausted to DTD. I took a shower and went to sleep. Johnny climbed in bed with us in the middle of the night, and even then I had a pretty good sleep. 6am I woke up on my own and noticed I had the same weird pain in my belly that I had the morning before as I was laying there so I got up and realized I was having contractions. They were different from BH and didn’t really hurt that much. So I got up, texted my mom and the contractions seemed to pick up a bit. I got on contraction master and sat on my ball just timing the contractions and texting my mom back and forth. She was insisting I drive to Tucson, I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. But the contractions were pretty consistent being 4-5 minutes apart and lasting a minute long. It was such a different feeling than I had ever felt during my labor with Johnny. With Johnny, it was all in my back. This time, it was very low it got to be pretty intense pressure all on my bottom. I felt as if my pelvis was splitting in two by the time I was in the hospital and it never went anywhere else but low. Luckily I had packed the weekend before (talk about procrastinating), but I had mine, baby, and Johnny’s stuff to get together. I kept telling John to get his things too, but he waited till the last minute. I got Johnny some breakfast, got him and myself dressed and John packed the car and his things. I had no desire to eat or drink anything. I tried drinking a couple of sips of water on the drive, but I just didn’t want it. We were on our way at about 9am. We got to John’s sisters’ house at about 10:30, my mom right behind us. His sister lives right down the road from the hospital. Johnny was to stay with her while I had the baby and the plan was to labor at her house for as long as I can. By the time we got in and Johnny settled. My mom was trying to find her house, John was trying to go find some food, and I just wanted to be on the toilet. When I wasn’t in the bathroom, I was on her couch trying to work through the contractions and just be comfortable, but she was just sitting on the other couch looking at me and I just didn’t feel comfortable. I was in a lot of pain and just wanted to get in the hospital. I was thinking I was at least half way, hopefully more. So we went towards the hospital. The doctor’s office is attached to the hospital so we went in there first. They told me to go straight to the hospital. So we walked around the corner to the L&D entrance. I was in a lot more pain by then so I knew this was the real deal and was very much hoping I was pretty far along. When we got into the doors I immediately had to throw up. I hadn’t eaten or drank anything since 9pm the night before, so I was basically puking stomach acid, while being wheeled into a triage room. I had to change and get into bed and get immediately hooked up to wires. That was the worst, all I wanted to do was sit on the toilet and lying down with those stupid monitors was so uncomfortable! Every contraction I verbalized how I wanted to rip these wires off and throw them across the F-in room and I started getting sick again. A resident came in (one of the doctors in the practice, but of course none that I had ever seen before. In fact, I had seen at least 7 doctors in the group and never seen one twice) asked tons of questions and gave me a check. I was a measly 4-5 and was pretty upset. I then started telling everyone that I can’t do this without an epidural, especially being hooked to monitors. I was being admitted and there was no going back. My mom was trying her hardest to get me to focus, relax and breathe and I just couldn’t do it. Even though we took the class, John wasn’t helping/supporting me with massage and pressure that I was hoping for and it was difficult while I was sitting in bed. I was admitted into a room at about 12:00pm, my blood pressure was pretty high. They hooked me up to an IV and a catheter. Got the epidural, It took the anesthesiologist twice to do it and he got pretty testy with me because I was moving too much. It worked a little on one side but I could still feel the pain. I wasn’t peeing much at all even after two bags of fluid and I was very dehydrated! Stupid me drank tons of tea instead of water. I figured tea is made of mostly water. WRONG! So time went on, they had to keep giving me a shot of bolus every couple of hours because the epidural itself was not working, but with the bolus I felt better and my blood pressure had gotten better. About 6-7 pm they suggested breaking my water. I was very hesitant about this because I was afraid it would give me the chorioamnionitis again. They told me that getting it a second time is pretty rare and it should help things move along. So I gave in, a few hours later sure enough I started getting a fever. It was low grade for a while and warned me that they will diagnose infection once I reach 100.7. They gave me Tylenol and ice packs to try to cool me down. I was really emotional at this point. EXACT repeat of what happened with Johnny and I was just so discouraged! Few more hours later I reached 101 and said I had an infection(I’m thinking I have some kind of reaction to the epidural, even though the hospital claims there is no such thing, there is information about it on the net) but I was dilated to 9 almost 10 with a small lip. Parker’s and my heart rates and my blood pressure were still great so that was a little shed of light. Pretty soon I started getting pushing pressure that I had NEVER ever felt with Johnny. I just felt like I had to have a really bad BM, I told them I had to push. She checked and said I could push but my front pelvic bone was low and I really had to push to get him underneath it. This was the second nurse, after the most wonderful nurse. She was unfriendly, not talkative and I really wanted to kick her across the room! She refused to let me lay anyway but flat on my back to push, she was secretive about everything, I had to ask to get information about my progress. I asked her well into pushing if he had passed the bone and she was like “oh ya a long time ago”! I was pissed because I probably could have gotten into a more comfortable open position after getting his head past to finish pushing and probably wouldn’t have teared so much. I pushed for about an hour, flat on my back, dying of thirst, not really knowing what I was doing and if it was effective. Pushing was the hardest part, it did relieve me a bit from my contractions but I was out of breath, dry mouthed, had a fever and sweating like crazy and just wanted to be off my back. I wanted to give up, luckily nobody gave it a second thought but kept pushing me to keep going instead, telling me how great I was doing and I was almost there. I felt him right there, out more and more with every push. Soon people were coming in and lights were coming on and that was when I started getting my energy. I was like OMG this is really happening! With a few more pushes my baby was born from me in a way I was afraid would never happen for me. Parker Louis was born on April 14 at 11:17PM. He was 7lbs 4oz and 20 inches long. Over a lb lighter than Johnny. I reached for him, and they took him the other way. I was so upset and figured they were cleaning him off and going to bring him right back. Nope! They initially told me I had a small tear, but then said it was worse than they thought. It was a second degree bilateral labial tear, the doctor was pissed at the resident for not doing an episiotomy. It took 30 minutes to stitch and get the placenta out and still not holding my baby. I said all I want is my baby and to eat and drink! They kept telling me not much longer. Meanwhile, the baby was having hard time breathing and I had no idea. I was so upset that something was going on with him and I was stuck there getting painfully stitched up. He got some fluid in his lungs and most likely needed to cry it out, but it was still scary and had to take him to the NICU. I had to recover for an hour and a half, where I got to eat and drink finally. I wanted John to be with Parker the whole time. Luckily he was cleared of an infection and didn’t have to have IV and antibiotics. I got to see him on the way to my room and right when I got there the nurse said she JUST fed him a bottle. I teared up right away and was so pissed! I had told that SAME EXACT nurse that I was breast feeding him! They said in a couple of hours he will be in the nursery and I can go feed him then, which I did and after that he was in my room the whole time. I had to be on antibiotics for 48 hours. I had planned on having my baby and going home the next day. After all, I did have another baby waiting for me that I had never been a night away from. The second day I felt like I was hit by a bus, my entire body was sore, I felt flu-like because of the pain, I had to be in the hospital for 3 days. I was very emotional- I remember questioning how is this any different than a surgery? I was at an obvious low because there is so much that is so better than having a c-section, but also a few things that just brought me down. John is not the type of person who can stay put in a place so he was on edge, and that was upsetting me. I was getting no sleep –taking care of baby and feeding/changing him. When he went poo, he really went and they had us use wash cloths as wipes and it never ended. It just got very intense and my post-partum blues were much worse this time. It was just because of what I had to deal with in the hospital. I had a plan and wanted things to go a certain way and it didn’t go right. I got a nurse concerned enough to call me after I got home because I was so distressed and balling my eyes out after changing a diaper. I can’t believe I didn’t demand that my baby be with me and get on the breast right away. As soon as I got home, things got much better and I haven’t been so crazy. We are breastfeeding very well. I am even pumping a supply and freezing for when I go to work. He has not gotten a bottle since that one in the hospital and I haven’t had any attachment problems. With Johnny, I had to use a nipple guard for the first couple of weeks, but even then we did very well and I feel very fortunate in that department. I am having a lot of weird sensitivity issues in my V-area. I suspect a really bad YI after all the antibiotics I was pumped and still swollen. I have an appt tomorrow.
Johnny just constantly wants to love and kiss on his brother! He is definitely nothing but sweet towards his brother, with us, not so much. He doesn’t listen and touches everything he knows he isn’t supposed to. It sure is a battle right now, but hoping it will get better soon. So there it is! Sorry it’s very long. I immediately said after the birth that I don’t know if I can do this again. It will certainly be something to think about in more detail than before. I can’t deal with the hospital environment and I can’t deal with the pain. Doubt there is a middle ground in my certain situation, but who knows maybe a few years down the road I will be up for the challenge again. I am confident that each go-around will be much better than the last, we learn and are aware of more things after each experience, but will it be the perfect way that I want it and can be totally happy with it? For now, I am just happy that I got my vaginal birth and enjoying my beautiful boys!

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Faith June's Birth Story and Pictures

So this might be long but I finally have a minute to breath since we came home very late on the 26th. I've had nothing but people in and out of my house and phone call after phone call. So here goes.

It really started on the 16th. I had went for a pedicure and was half joking with the lady who did them that I was hoping the foot massage would start labor. Well later that evening I started having contractions. They were quite regular at around 10 minutes apart. They weren't too bad as long as I wasn't laying down. So DH and my BFF were quite on edge which of course made me on edge. Well they continued until Sunday the 18th. During all this time my BFF kept coming over thinking that any minute we would need to go in. DH kept calling from working asking me a million times a day if I was still contracting and my dad kept calling to see if anything was happening. So you know how a watched pot never boils? Well a pregnant woman won't continue to labor if you keep watching her either. So Sunday they stopped. I was frustrated, but I knew why it was. I then tried every natural induction method I was willing to try (I wasn't willing to try the cohash thing or anything like that). Sunday night I woke up sick (sorry TMI) with the runs really bad. Worse than I have ever had them. We thought it was maybe because of all the natural induction methods I had tried (this later turned out not to be the case because my BFF had it too). Well I had been really swollen in my feet and ankles and by Monday morning (less than 12 hours) I was back to pre-pregnancy feet and ankles. I was also having severe pain in my left side and hadn't been feeling her move. So I called my OB and they wanted me to go to L&D for monitoring and tests. Everything came back okay, but I was obviously dehydrated. They gave me some IV fluids and some juice to get the little girl moving because she wasn't moving nearly enough, HR showed okay, but she was not very active for their liking. They also checked me and I was 50% effaced and 3-4cm dialated. Everything seemed okay after drinking the juice and getting the IV fluids so they sent me home. By Tuesday afternoon I thought I was feeling better but by the next morning I was worse than I was on Monday. I had an OB appt that morning so I just waited to see what happened. I figured it was just a bug and that I would be going home. Well pretty much as soon as the doctor walked in the door she said that I had +3 protein in my urine and my BP was way up (I never did find out the exact number). She had me go to L&D for monitoring and more tests and said if the tests showed (okay confirmed pre-e) then she wanted to induced either that afternoon or in them morning. DH had called in because of how sick I was and had taken DS#3 to the pediatrian so I had them call the office and have DH go to the hospital when he was done. They got me all hooked up to the monitors and drew blood and well pretty much everything was confirmed the beginning stages of pre-e. So they decided to start the induction in the morning. First we tried Pitocin starting at around 5am on Thursday. By 2pm I knew it wasn't going to work. I called the nurse and told her I was done. Mind you I had not really slept since the night of the 15th morning of the 16th because of the contractions and then getting sick. I was frustrated and tired and wanted to go home. They stopped the meds and then the doctor called. She gave me my options which were to stay in the hospital so I could rest and retry inducing in the morning or go home on complete bedrest and get a 24 hr urine collection or go home and come back in the morning for induction. She of course said I could refuse it all, but she said I was getting very sick and the baby needed to come out so they could deal with my health. She also said she didn't want to give me a c-section but would if that is what I chose, but she wanted to try to give me as close to my birth plan as possible. So far that wasn't happening, but I understood what they had to do up until that point was for mine and the babies own good. I was so frustrated I couldn't decide so I told DH to decide. Well DH has a hard time following through making decisions but my BFF said point blank that he needed to decide what we should do so DH finally said she needs to stay and continue with inducing tomorrow. So I tried to sleep as much as possible, but actually sleeping in a hospital is sort of an oximoron to me. Sleep didn't really happen. Plus they woke me up really early to start the second round of induction. This time they were using cytotec. Also keep in mind at the hospital I gave birth at you start in a L&D room and then move to a different recovery room. So on Wednesday when I first went I started in one room, moved to another, moved back to the original room, then moved again. So I asked if I was staying put until we were sure I was going to be giving birth. I was told yes. Great so I finally didn't have to change rooms again. The cytotec appeared to be working the contractions were back and they continued even after the cytotec was stopped so it appeared that I was going into active labor. Well this is one of the many nights I had nurse from hades as my nurse. She didn't do anything. She never brought me water (I wasn't on IV meds at this point the cytotec was being administered orally) and when I told her I thought I needed to be checked she said "I'm not doing that the doctor will tomorrow on rounds". WHAT THE _________!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is their job. They are the ones that call the doctor and let them know what is going on. I was so upset with the nurse I just tried to forget about her. I only had to put up with her for a few more hours anyway. Well at around 3am wouldn't you know it my contractions which were regular the whole day, night and into those wee hours stopped. DH said I went from a huge contraction and in the middle of it, it just stopped. So 2 hours later we started the pitocin again. This time the nurse I had for the day shift 7am - 3pm was a gem. She was awesome. She monitored me, got me everything I needed, then after she checked me to see if this second round of pit (3 round of induction) was working she explained was going on in detail, with pictures and prompts. She brought out a pelvis structure thing and a baby doll. Basically I was 5cm dialated and 100% effaced but the baby wasn't dropping. She was still at -3 station which is apparently why I kept stalling. My body was only going to go so far. During all this my BP was continuing to climb and they were afraid at the rate at which I had developed pre-e (remember I was 100% fine on Monday and by Wednesday morning I wasn't fine) they said I was getting sicker. The baby was great, I was not. She said they were a few reasons why the baby may have not dropped. She mentioned all of them and then told me the likelihood of each one. The two they thought it could be was either she just was very cozy or the contractions were not strong enought to push her down. They only way they would know if the contractions were strong enough was to insert a catherator next to (not attached to) the baby's head but that would require breaking my water. They also said my BP was getting out of control and the baby had to come that day whether it was vaginally or by c-section, but my health was getting to the point that induction was going to be ruled out after this attempt. I decided breaking my water was the best option (and I was hoping to avoid the c-section). I also knew that after being awake for that many days I would NOT be able to get through transition without something. I talked to the doctor about the best way to go in case I ended up with a c-section. We decided the epidural would be best since they would be able to use the same sight for the spinal block as the epidural. I told them that if I was getting the epidural I wanted to make it as close to 7cm as possible because I know I would go rather quickly after that. Well after breaking my water (this was at 12:15pm) and having the catherator in place getting out of bed was not happening. I could they said they had no problem with me walking around but it was NOT comfortable to walk around with that thing hanging out of you. It did show I was contracting well and things started progressing. I made it to 6cm (not quite 7) and got the epi. (Apparently DH sent his boss a text saying I was at 7 and his boss and his coworkers sent a message back saying push.) Can I just say NEVER let a nurse anestetialogist (sp?) touch you. She poked me 8 times before getting the epi in and then I could still feel some of the pain on my right side. They gave me an small extra dose and then all was well. At around 3:30 they checked me and I was complete. Unfortunately the day nurse was now off shift and I got another nurse from hades. She waited too long to get the table ready was was still pretty much setting it up as the doctor was letting me push. In between contraction I had told the doctor about my big u/s and how when she showed me the 3 lines and I bolted upright and said "you mean I get a hamburger" episode and that I was apprehensive because I've heard so many stories of getting told the wrong gender. I also previously had told the doctor it only takes me to push through 3 contractions (total 9 pushes 3 pushes each contraction). She asked me on the 3rd contraction to remind her how many contractions it takes so I said 3 and on the last push she said "yep you are right". When she held her up she put Faith rear end in my face and said "it's a hamburger". Apparently she said this 3 times without me responding so my BFF said "It's a Girl". Iwas focused on making sure there was no boy parts that I didn't hear the doctors comments. Of course I bawled. DH started calling and sending text messages and of course everyone started coming to the hospital. I didn't even get a chance to get up and clean myself up yet.

So Faith June entered the world at 3:48pm pst on April 25th. She weighed 8 lbs 1 oz and was 20 inches long.

So the story doesn't end there though. Well apparently my BP started climbing and they had to put me magnesium. Can I just say that is the nastiest stuff and I only had one (I say 2 but they said the chills weren't a side effect) and that was the hot flashes. Well after starting the mag they moved me to my recovery room. My BP reached a point the evil nurse kicked all of my family out and demanded I rest. I called DH though and had him come back because I couldn't calm down and the evil nurse was still there for a while. At one point after DH came I had to get up and use the bathroom. Well my bed, nightgown (hospitals), underwear and everything else was soaked with blood. The evil nurse did NOT stock my room or bathroom with the stuff I needed. No pads, underwear, peri bottle, tucks pads, extra gowns, no diapers for the baby, no wipes for the baby, nothing. When DH tried to get her to get some she couldn't be bothered she was too busy on the phone. So he got another nuse to get some stuff for us. When the night nurse came on she was so wonderful. She stocked my room and set up my bathroom so I had everything ready and at my fingertips. They gave me some sleeping meds because I hadn't slept really since the night of the 15th morning of the 16th. She took care of the baby for me and bathed her and changed her diaper since evil nurse couldn't be bothered to do any of that. Then I was so lucky I got to have this nurse again on Sunday afternoon (I had to be on the mag for 24 hours and then be monitored for 4 hours). She kept telling me it was my fault my BP was out of control. I was allowing too much stress in and that I should take stress management. Mind you she was telling me this about MY children. I had normal low BP before this (110/70) so seriously my children were NOT the cause of my BP issues. She kept threatening me with more mag. But the doctor let me go home and come back to the office for a quick BP the next morning. It was still high, but she didn't want to put me on BP meds because she thinks it will come down over time. So far it hasn't come down too much, but I haven't taken it in a few days because taking it stresses me out more. Also I have had basically a house full ever since we came home. If there hasn't been a house full then the phone has been ringing off the hook. Saturday afternoon we turned off the phone and put a sign on the front door saying "DO NOT DISTURB". It was wonderful. I have more to vent about from the last week, but I will post it in another thread. I just wanted to get my birth story up and some pics. Sorry I haven't been able to respond to posts, this has been a really long road and I'm still recovering. So welcome new babies I have missed and sorry I haven't responded to posts or actually been on here. It may be a bit before I can get up to speed.

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Sorry I haven't posted this yet, I have had log in problems that have finally gotten resolved!

Colin Grady
8lbs 4oz
21" long

Well, even though I had started dilating at week 36, my little man decided to hang in there! Everytime I went to the Dr. they would say "I'd be shocked if I see you next week" and I lasted until the day before my due date! I had an appointment on 4/08 and a scheduled induction on 4/09. At my appointment the midwife checked me and said that I was a one and I could go to the hospital to have a foley done that afternoon. I told her "Dr. S checked me last week and said I was a 3, is that possible?" Of course she treated me like a dummy and sent me over to the hospital. So I made arrangements for my MIL to pick up Kathryn from the babysitter and told my husband he could come to the hospital when he got off work. When I got to the hospital I went up to L&D to get the party started. The midwife on call checked me and SURPRISE! I was at a 4. (I guess the other one had big fingers) So we decided instead of doing the cathedar(sp) that we would just continue with the plan to induce in the a.m. Luckily they gave me the option of staying so I wouldn't have to be back up there so early. So DH and I took that night to get settled and have a final good nights sleep. When they got me into the labor room the next morning they checked me and I was a 5! I couldn't believe it, I hadn't had any contractions that I was aware of. They let me sit for a while and hooked me to the monitors. They gave me the option of getting my epidural before things got bad and I told them to go ahead and order it in case they were in surgery. So they came up and did the epidural and started the pitocin to get me in a good rythym. This was at about 11:00am. Things were uneventful until about 12:30 when they came in and broke my water. I told them I would probably go pretty fast because this baby had been so far down for the last 2 months! Sure enough, about 1:15 I stared to feel some pain. It was almost like I had to go to the bathroom with every contraction (luckily the epidural hadn't totally numbed me). After about 15 minutes of this I called the nurse and told her I might need a bedpan. (pooping on the table was one of my fears) So she checked me and said I was almost there. They started setting up the room and called the Dr. back from lunch. He got to the room at about 1:35 and told me that I was complete and could push when I got ready. I was not really prepared for what happened next. I pushed one time and could tell the baby was right there. I was in a lot of pain and could not get into a good position. The nurse who was by my head was in training and the bed was too far down so I couldn't sit up that well. Anyway, they ended up doing an episiotomy and I also tore towards the front (that was NOT fun), but I figured that I would have to have one done b/c of some past surgery and scar tissue. So once they did the episiotomy I pushed him right out. I started pushing at 1:38 and he was born at 1:47. I told them he was right there! Overall it was a pretty easy delivery, I was just a little embarrassed because I felt like I got hysterical for a few minutes. I was not expecting for him to be there so quickly He let out a huge cry immediately and peed all over the doctor and nurse. He looks exactly like his big sister and even weighed the same thing that she did at birth. So now we are home and doing great, he is getting so big and Kathryn is finally getting used to his being here. Having two is more work than I expected, but I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything.

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can you add gryphon?
Gryphon Kendrick
March 25,2009 @ 8:02am
8lbs 3.7oz and 18.5 inches long.

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May Victoria's Birth Story

May Victoria
April 5th 7:52am
42 wks 1 day
9 lbs 8 oz 21 inches

She finally made her entrance on April 5th at 7:52am. She weighed 9.5lbs and was 21" long.

She was 15 days overdue, so they had me come in Friday pm for a cervical ripening--which I was less than thrilled about, as I really wanted to avoid an induction and have a natural childbirth. The nurse told me that they had to do constant fetal heart monitoring, which I refused. I was going to go home when the midwife on call called to talk to me. We agreed to do 20min of monitoring per hour, so in went the cervadil.

Around 3-4am I started having bad cramping and hip pain, and labor started on its own (no pitocin needed) around 8am, although it felt like it had started hours before thanks to the cervadil. I was happy to avoid pitocin, though.

I dialated pretty rapidly, and was at 8cm by 3:30pm Sat when they broke my water--which they had a very hard time doing. The midwife finally had an OB come in, and even he struggled for quite awhile before getting it to break. No meconium in the fluid, so that was good. I was soon at 9cm, but then things came to a halt. Contractions weren't getting closer together, and I was in absolute constant misery from the hip pain. May must've been in a bad position in my pelvis. The only relief I got was in the shower, but even then when the contractions came, it was horrible. As I had been at 9cm since about 5-6pm, I thought for sure I'd have the baby before midnight, but I was wrong. Around 11pm I got stadol, but it didn't do a thing for me. I was afraid the lack of progress, and the fact that I was dead tired (falling asleep standing up between contractions) would make me end up with a c-section. So after talking to my midwife I agreed to an epidural. So much for natural childbirth, but at that point I didn't give a $%&@. I just wanted relief and to get that baby out!! Unfortunately the anesthesiologist had just gone into a c-section when they called in for the eppy. So I ended up waiting nearly two hours before I got it. But it was instant relief and I was blessing whoever created epidurals. Biggrin I slept from 2-4am and when the nurse checked me at 4am I was at a 10. So they had me "labor down" for an hour and then started pushing. The baby was pretty low in my pelvis, but my contractions were still 4-8min apart, despite a pitocin drip that was started when I got my eppy. They had me push anyway, it just took longer b/c I had to wait so long between contractions. After over 2hrs of pushing (which wasn't as bad as it seems b/c I had lots of rest between pushes), she crowned, and I had to wait ages before the next contraction to finish pushing her out. That was very painful, but it helped to stretch my perineum so that she came out during the next push--all 9.5lbs of her without any tearing at all. Yahoo

Then I hemorrhaged a gallon of blood. My midwife was awesome, though--calm, cool and collected. She took care of it by shoving 3 cytotec pills up my rectum. I had May on my chest and we were occupied with her, so I didn't know how badly I had hemorrhaged until much later. She anticipated the hemorrhage b/c of my age (37) and how long I'd been in labor. Plus, she said I had a "funky" uterus so she was expecting it to take a vacation and think it didn't have to contract anymore. They kept me on a mild pitocin drip for the next 12hrs to make sure my uterus kept contracting. After that, I was fine. The eppy wore off quickly, and the nurse couldn't believe how quickly I was up out of bed considering how much blood I'd lost and the eppy making my legs numb.

We've been home nearly a week now, and May is doing really well. She's breastfeeding well, and is very good--only cries when she's hungry or when she's getting her diaper changed--or disturbed in some other fashion. I'm really lucky to have such a good baby. I thought throughout my pregnancy that I was having a boy (we didn't learn the sex), so it was quite a surprise when dh announced she was a girl. It took me a few days to wrap my head around the fact, but now that I have, I can't imagine her being anything but a girl. Smile

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I just realized I never posted Mason's birth story here, so here it is, I already had it typed and saved on my pc, I guess I just forgot to post.

Mason Christopher
April 21, 2009, 9:46 p.m.
8 lbs 6 oz, 21.5 inches long

I know I took long enough to type this up, and there are some gaps where my memory is a little fuzzy, but this is as good as it will get.

My due date of Sunday April 19 came and went with no sign of anything. DH started his 2 weeks vacation Monday the 20th, which also happened to be his b-day, so he was hell bent on popping that baby out so they could share a b-day. We did a lot of walking, it was a nice day so we browsed some shops downtown and did a bit of strolling through the mall. We had a nice little b-day lunch at a pub, mellow and low key. That night one of our cats started vomiting out of the blue while laying in bed with me, and then afterward just watched me for the rest of the night, which he does not do, so that was weird. Midnight passed, and DH’s hopes of a b-day baby were dashed.

I had just gone to bed when at 1 am on April 21st and I started getting some contractions. I breathed through them for awhile, then decided to take a bath at 2 am. The bath did very little, and I was having a lot of back pain. I called L&D at 3 am, and they said to hold off until my contrax were 4-5 min apart, or until it was too painful. My contrax were only 7-10 min apart, so I went back to squirming and breathing through them.

By 5 am I couldn’t take much more, so into the hospital we went. I was on the monitor for about 30 min. My contrax were pretty regular and I was 3 cm. At around 6 am I went into the tub for about an hour, which helped a bit, but not much. At this point I knew I would not be able to tough out a drug free labour. I got back into my room, and got resettled, was checked and was 4 cm and got my shot of morphine. The morphine helped with the uterine contrax, but was no help at all for the back pain. My mom showed up at around 8 am. I hit 5 cm at around 8:30 am, and spent a lot of time on the ball. I stalled at 6-7 cm.

So this is where I started to lose track of time. At some point they broke my water and I got an IV (one of the many things I had hoped to avoid.) I got Fentanyl, which did absolutely nothing for the pain, and spent even more time on the ball, which I do think actually helped me. That and my mom, cuz (and this is not me trying to pick on DH) DH didn’t really know how to help or comfort me. Somewhere in this mess the baby’s HR started dipping with contrax, I think because the cord was in a weird place, or between his head and my uterus. Either way, they had me in new positions every few minutes cuz laying a certain would stop it for a little while. And after that I got very out of it, not sure why, but I remember them telling me that my HR was wildly fluctuating, and at that point they were more concerned about me than the baby.

I got an epidural at around 4 pm I think. I was still super out of it, which was apparently a good thing cuz I guess it took the doctor like 3 tries to get the catheter in my spine. DH and my mom were about ready to throttle him, but all I remember is the nurses holding me up, trying not to move during contrax, and his directions (shoulders forward, chin down, roll your back, etc.) Thankfully I was numb when they put in my catheter (yet another thing I had wanted to avoid.) I hit 9 cm at around 5 pm, but the boy was kind of trying to come out at an angle. They started me on pitocin at around 6 or 7 pm to try and get that last cm out of the way. By 8 pm I had tearfully come to accept the fact that I would most likely be having a c-section. I was having some issues with my catheter hurting, but they couldn’t find any problems, other than it wasn’t really draining my bladder the way it should have.

At 9 pm, after being stalled at 9 cm for 4 hours the doctor made the call for a c-section. We got all prepped for surgery, DH and I went in, and my mom waited in recovery. I went in at 9:30 pm and at 9:46 pm, 8 lb 6 oz Mason Christopher made his arrival. The doctor said the baby would not have made it out on his own, he was trying to make his way out through my bladder, which is why I was experiencing so much discomfort. He had a lovely cone head from the hours of trying to force his way out. They put me back together and I was in recovery at 10:15 pm. He nursed a little bit in recovery. I was beyond exhausted, I hadn't slept in almost 2 days.

Me just before going into surgery and a very newborn Mason

Mason meeting Daddy and them Mommy for the first time

The first couple nights were rough. I hadn’t really prepared myself for surgery recovery, and for an extended hospital stay. I got hit with the baby blues pretty hard, and BFing difficulties didn’t help the situation. All of his tests went well, and his discharge weight was 7 lbs 9 oz. We came home Saturday the 25th, and I was just so glad to be out of the hospital. DH still had a week left of vacation, which I was so glad for, as well as him staying with me the whole time in the hospital. The first week home was still a struggle, and I was still pretty down. I’m getting better day by day, and BFing is getting a bit better each day, although it feels very much like a “one step forward, two steps back” deal most days.

When he had his 2 week appt I was a bit worried about him gaining enough weight, because he is feeding practically every 2 hours, and I was worried that it was because he wasn’t getting enough. But boy was I wrong when he weighed in at 9 lbs! My doctor said she would’ve been happy if he had just gotten back to his birth weight, so he is a happy and well fed boy. He has a bit of a flat spot from favoring one side, so we have to try and make him look the other way more often. I expressed my frustration with BFing, but got the same response I always get, be patient. Although I must thank her for pointing out that having a baby who rarely spits up and rarely cries (he fusses a lot but he hardly ever outright cries/wails) is a great thing. So she did kind of help me see the bright side of things, something I’m not that great at doing. I was a little concerned about my weight though, at 2 weeks PP I was back down to my pre-preg weight already, and that just didn’t seem healthy to me. I mean I understand why, with BFing, lack of sleep, and no time to eat with the round the clock nursing, I was burning way more calories than I was taking in, especially the first 2 weeks. I’m getting to eat more now, and I’m even making a proper supper tonight for the first time since we got home.

So that’s my novel, congrats if you managed to finish the entire thing.