~~October & November 2010 Arrivals & Birth Stories~~

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~~October & November 2010 Arrivals & Birth Stories~~

Arrivals and Birth Stories posted here......no comment thread please.

October 2010 Arrivals

August 22nd
Melissa (honeybee1983) [COLOR=magenta]Naomi[/COLOR], 5lbs 8oz, 18.5", 4:07pm

September 20th
Carole (kellmommy01) Magalie, 5lbs 8oz, 18.25", 7:43pm

September 25th
BuckeyeK Alaina (Lainey), 6lbs 13oz, 19", 3:40 am
Melanie (elaniemay), Emma Mackenzie, 6lbs, 19.5", 9:14 am
Erin (TiggersMommy), Teagan Tesla, 7lbs 6oz, 20", 8:54 pm

September 26th
abacaxi, Rowan, 7lbs 3oz, 19.75", 4:10 am

September 27th
Wendy (ange84) Ronin Frances, 6lbs 8oz, 46cm, 3:28 am

September 29th
Leah (mommieleah) James, 6lbs 15oz, 19.75", 10:07 am
Angela (AngeBH) Amelia, 6lb, 18", 2:04am

October 1st
Sarah (Rubber_da_glove) Tobey Jack, 7lbs 8oz, 10:47 pm
Christa (MomW) Clara Lucille, 6lbs 4oz, 21", 3:48am

October 4th
Ashley (newlywed630) Chloe Amelia Lee[COLOR=black], 7[/COLOR]lbs 12oz; 20", 11:40am
Shannon (mom2tictacs) [COLOR=magenta]Maggie, [/COLOR]6lbs 13oz
October 6th
Anna (AnnaRO) Lyla Klaire, 7lb 3oz, 18 1/2", 7:02am

October 7th
Kat (Katieswantsababy) Charlotte Rosemarie

October 8th
janijanis, Lucas, 5lb 6oz, 7:40 a.m.

October 9th
Mona (KittyRN) Simon Alexander, 7lbs 11oz, 21", 2:33pm

October 10th
Cherrychip, [COLOR=magenta]Isabelle Grace, 5lbs 11oz, 19.5", 1:00pm[/COLOR]

October 11th
Laurene (butterflykissesx6) Delaney Elizabeth Dorine, 9lbs 8oz, 22.5", 3:46pm

October 15th
Poodlemom Morgan Rose, 8lbs 2oz, 20", 8:35am

October 18th
Joy (jolly11sd) Odin Emmett, 9lbs 2oz, 2:15pm

October 19th
Kathy (horsemomma) Josie, 8lbs 9oz, 21.5", 3:08
Justine (jperry5683) Nathaniel James, 8lbs 7oz, 21", 4:41pm

October 23rd
Lauren (laurensmitty1982) Natalie Hazel 7lb 6oz, 21.5", 4:22am
Roma (romaroma) Aubrey Marisa 8lb 4oz, 21", 10:11am

October 24th
Stacy (Tanned Mommy) Sophie Grace, 5lb 12.8oz, 18 1/2", 8:29am

October 27th
Veronica (Vstarr) Lucas Daniel, 6lbs 1oz, 19.5", 10:01am
Candace (StateChick) Charles Wade (goes by Wade), 7lbs 15oz, 19", 12:30am

October 29th
Dawn (devermee) [COLOR=blue]Landon Michael, 9 lbs 2 oz, 21 inches, 3:47pm[/COLOR]

November 2nd
Jackie (alwayssmile) Aiden, 8lbs, 7.9oz, 20 1/4", [COLOR=black]10:23 pm


"Eternaldarknss19" wrote:

[size=+3]November 2010 Arrivals![/size]

I'll add arrivals as i see them. If i have missed yours PM me the details and ill add you to the list.

July 15th
Heidi [sp00n]-
Ethan,1 lb. 5 oz at 23 weeks. (EDD Nov 9th)

Oct 3rd

Grenet [Greda]-
Kaylie,Born at 1:18pm 5 lbs & 8 oz. And 18 & 1/2 long.
Brian,Born at 1:21 pm. 5 lbs & 12 oz. And 18 & 1/4 long(EDD Nov 4th)

Oct 13th

Brian, Born at 5:54pm.5 lb. 9 oz. Height: 19 inches
Micah, Born at 6:02pm.6 lb. 2 oz. Height: 20.5 inches

Zoey, 7 pounds 14 oz At 35 weeks 6 days (EDD Nov 11th)

Oct 14th

Vanessa [pairpeepers]-
Liam, Born at 4:47, 5 lb 10oz.
Ezra, Born at 4:48, 5lb 5oz At 36 weeks 3 days (EDD Nov 8th)

Oct 22nd

Meagan [MV111110]-
Jacob, 6lbs 14oz, 19" long At 38 weeks, 1 day (EDD Nov 11th)

Oct 24th

Gavin, 8 lbs 1 oz 21 inches long.

Oct 29th

Maddi [Pog Froo]-
Meki, Born at 2:58am 7lbs 5oz. (EDD Oct 28th)

Oct 31st

Shameia [shamma]-
Baby Girl, At 7:00am (EDD Nov 10th.)


Nov 1st

Carol [auroraroseny]-
Brady, 7lbs 4ozs and 21 inches long. (EDD Oct 31st)

Jamie [Jamielee2010]-
Cayden, Born at 8:09Pm 6 lbs 15 oz and 19 1/2 inches long. (EDD Nov 4th)

Nov 2nd

Ryan [hopeotbemomof3]-
Hayden, Born at 8:17 am 8 pounds 6 ounces and 20 inches long (EDD Nov 3rd)

Nov 3rd

Brandy [Topaz_Stars]-
Jillian, Born at 7:21Am 5.8 lbs and 19 1/2 in.
Jocelyn, Born at 7:32Am 5.11 lbs and 19 in. (EDD Nov 16th)

Nov 4th

Katie [katiekat1227]-
Benjamin, Born at 12:46 8lbs 14oz 20 1/2 inches long.

Jenny [PeanutGirl]-
Eleanor, Updates to come! (EDD Nov 5th.)

Georgina [gj204]-
David, Born at 10:30Pm,6lbs 15oz and born at 37week 4days. (EDD Nov 15th)

Nov 8th

Lauren [LaurenTA]-
Corinne, Born at 4:17 pm. 8 pounds 3 ounces and 21 and a quarter inches long. (EDD Nov 4th.)

Christine [Christne]-
Damon, Born at 8:50am 7 lbs 13.6 ounces and 20 3/4 inches long.(EDD Nov 14th.)

Nov 11th

Tisha [hotdiggit]-
Coraline, Born at 9:21Pm 6lbs (EDD Nov 12th)

Nov 12th

Jacquie [Jaxie]-
Luke, Born at 7:35Am 8lbs. 13 oz., 19 1/2 inches long. (EDD Nov 9th)

Nov 17th

Alexandria [CaBlondie918]-
Brooke, Born at 10:47Am (EDD Nov 14th)

Nov 18th

Merissa [UnexpectedAgain]-
Crystal, Born at 2:54Am 6 lbs 6oz, 19 1/2 inches long. (EDD Nov 14th)


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October 2010 Birth Stories
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Naomi's Birth:

I had been feeling "off" for a few days. Just very tired (not like me) and I had been having lots of bouts of nausea, vomiting and upset tummy. Contractions had been increasing in strength and number over the same few days, but nothing really regular had occurred up to that point. Sunday morning I woke up after sleeping in. I was actually feeling great, so I decided to take a nice long shower and just have a wonderful relaxing sort of a morning. During the shower I started feeling this pinching sort of pain feeling in what seemed like my bladder. Instantly I thought I was coming down with a bladder infection, but I didn't have any pain or problems with urination, so I just wasn't sure. After I finished up my shower, I headed downstairs and snuggled up on the couch to see if I would feel better. Contractions started up at 8:30 am, almost as soon as I sat down on my couch. I figured they wouldn't end up being regular at all, but I quickly started noticing a pattern to my contractions. They were about 8 minutes apart at the time. I began noticing that strange pinchy feeling coming in my 'bladder' with each contraction (later I realized that the feeling was not my bladder, but my cervix dilating and effacing!), and at the same time I started feeling a lot of pressure and pain around my c-section incision area. I figured this HAD to be due to a bladder infection! They can cause contractions too, afterall. So I just kept laying low, trying to get them to go away, but they just kept getting stronger, lasting longer and getting closer together. After a couple of hours, they were 3-4 minutes apart and HURTING! So off to the hospital we went. They put me on the monitor and I was really "cranking" out the contractions, they said. They also checked my blood and urine and I had no infections, so that was not the problem there. I was really in labor! The dr. on call came to see me and said that he wanted to just keep me there monitoring me for a little bit to see what happened. I was 34 weeks exactly, and the policy at my hospital is that they do not try to stop labor at 34 weeks and beyond, because it's really not effective to get you much longer, and the side effects of the medication to stop it are not good for mom or baby. He said that if my cervix made any changes it would prove to him that I was really in labor and we would go ahead and deliver the baby. :shock: My husband and I really were not expecting a baby that day, so hearing 'deliver the baby' was pretty crazy! I just thought I KNEW that we would not be having her that day though because I had been on bedrest for the past 14 weeks for having constant contractions and I had had pretty much ZIP cervical change. So the nurse did the first cervical check and I was at half a centimeter (just like my last appointment). She said she would be back in an hour....so I labored. When she came back and checked me again, I was at 1 centimeter! I was completely shocked! I guess one centimeter doesn't tell them too much though, since some women can walk around at 1cm for a long time, so the dr. wanted to wait one more hour and just see if I made any more change...so I labored. When the nurse came back to check me, I was a 2!! :shock: I was completely FLOORED!! My husband and I just looked at each other and we knew then that we were having a baby that day. The dr. came in and verified that yes, I was indeed in labor, and that he was going to go ahead and do the c-section right then!! It was almost 3:30 at that time. I had been in labor for 7 hours. After that, everything went REALLY fast! The dr. immediately went downstairs to the OR and got ready for the c-section and my nurse came in and got me ready. Then off we went and we were in starting the surgery before 4pm. Here is where it got ugly. I had this strange feeling that the anesthesia wasn't working. As the anesthesiologist was checking me, I was telling him I could wiggle my toes and move my legs a bit. I could even feel my nurse putting in my catheter! He assures me though that it was fine and I had plenty of meds. So they started the surgery. I could not feel the initial cut into my skin, so the dr.s were convinced that I was fine with the meds, but once they got inside to my uterus, I could feel EVERYTHING. It was horrific. I was in sooo much pain. I was crying and screaming. The anesthesiologist was trying to give me more drugs, but having a hard time. At one point he asked the surgeons if they could give me a local dose of meds and they said "On her UTERUS?! NO!!" So there was not much they could do. The anesthesiologist ended up having to put me out so they could finish the surgery. I was only still awake long enough to hear Naomi being born. I remember nothing else. I feel pretty cheated about that, that I could not enjoy my daughter's birth...still bitter. Sad I woke up in the recovery room a bit later and I was crying and in terrible pain. I was asking the nurse what happened and she told me that I had had my baby. They kept pumping me FULL of morphine to get the pain to go away, and finally I felt better. The dr. came in after that and chatted with me about the surgery. He asked if I had had an infection after my last daughter was born and I said no. He said he was completely shocked and clueless as to what happened then, because when he went in to do the surgery there was so much scar tissue, that my entire uterus was attached to my abdominal wall. :shock: He had to scrape all that out of there and fix it up. Now it makes sense why I had soo many contractions every time I would move! I would use my abdominal muscles even just a tiny bit and my uterus would freak out too since it was attached!! He says it was a really good thing we did the c-section then because it had actually been really dangerous for me and baby to be pregnant! sheesh! So yea, that's my part of the story, recovery has been really hard, naturally! I am still on meds now at 5 days after surgery, when normally for me, I wouldn't need them anymore once I get home, but I am feeling better with each day. I am so thankful to be alive too and happy that nothing bad happened to me or the baby.

Now onto baby:
Naomi was 34 weeks gestation when she was born on Sunday August 22nd 2010 at 4:07pm. She was 5lbs 9oz and 18.5 inches long. She did struggle to breath at first because she was FULL of gunk in her lungs. They sucked her out and took her over to the nicu right away. She was on oxygen overnight, and the dr.s really thought they would need to intubate her to help her more. She was given an hour to change, and miraculously, she DID! She began breathing a lot better and stopped wheezing!! We were sooo relieved and grateful to God! So began the next busy week. She started out on the oxygen and meds, IV, heating isolette, etc. We thought it would be a long while before she could come home, but turning that corner in her breathing really made a HUGE difference for all of her recovery it seemed! She was off the oxygen the next day, into a regular crib the next night and feeding with nipples (breast and bottle) the next day! It is now five days past her birth and she is doing AMAZINGLY well! She is almost up to full feeds, which means, probably by tomorrow she will be going off IV and then it's just a short step more to coming HOME! We can't wait to get her here with us so we can stop going back and forth to the hospital and just enjoy her! We are so thankful she has done so well! She is such a trooper and soo adorable! We are very much in love already! Smile


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Tiny little peanut!

Daddy and baby bonding


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Teagan Tesla's Birth Story

EDD: October 5th, 2010
Arrival: 8:56 pm September 25th, 2010 (38 weeks, 4 days)
7 lbs 6 oz
20 inches long
34 cm head circ

Friday night, the 24th of September, seems like a reasonable place to begin our birth story. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for months and although I was pretty sure she had dropped and I had lost the tiniest bit of mucus plug the day before, I did not think she was coming any time soon. My mother's and both grandmothers' pregnancies had all gone very late so I was preparing for the long haul. After work on Friday, we met up with my Dad and his girlfriend, Barbara, for dinner. They were driving through town on their way to San Diego and my Dad wanted to see my big preggo belly and join us for what could be (and was!) our last grownup dinner for a while.

Dinner was excellent and it was really nice to see my Dad and Barbara. They had decided to stay in a hotel that evening rather than using our guest room/nursery. I was desperate for a swim so we hit up the pool at their hotel after dinner. Even though the pool was a little cold it was heaven! My only regret this pregnancy was not swimming more! I sat on the upper most step of the hot tub for a bit, which felt marvelous on my hips. After our swim we said goodbye and headed home. On the way home we contemplated just how hard it would be to sneak into local hotels just to use their pools ;).

At 3 am, I awoke to a big GOOOSH of warm liquid. I thought to myself, "nah couldn't be." The next big goosh a few seconds later confirmed that my water had indeed broken. Izzy was sleeping in the guest room (he has back issues that make sleeping on our pillow top painful sometimes), so I called out to him. He was fast asleep and, oddly enough, dreaming that our little one was a boy with dark hair and that we were in a birth center in Egypt. The dogs heard me yelling first and started barking, which woke Izzy up and sent him running into our bedroom. I calmly told him my water had broken and asked him for a towel. He ran off and returned with one of our nice towels so I asked him to go get an old one. I was a little scared to check the color of the fluid so I asked him to do it. He was so nervous! He said he thought it was clear but he couldn't tell for sure (our sheets are yellow) so I looked down and was relieved to see that it was completely clear. I wrapped myself in the towel and hopped to the bathroom where I had several more gooshes.

I started having my first "real"? contractions a few minutes later. They were different from my Braxton Hicks contractions in that my entire belly got hard and the discomfort sensation was, well ... different. I called my birth center's answering service and received a call back from the Judy, the MW on duty, at 3:15 am. We chatted and she recommended that because I was GBS negative and had clear fluid, that I wait and call back at 7 am even though it is generally their policy to see women within an hour or two of their water breaking. This was the first of many times that day I was grateful to have chosen to be seen by midwives as an OB would have wanted me to rush in instead of going back to bed to get some rest.

Before trying to get back to sleep, we finished packing our bags and Izzy made a little labor nest in the back of the car for me. The thought that we would soon be meeting our daughter had both of us excited. I remained calm while Izzy battled a black widow spider, which had taken up residency near our blender (of all the nights, seriously). My contractions were coming about every 5-10 minutes, lasting about a minute each and were really easy. So, back to bed we went.

At 6:15 am, my contractions were still coming about 5 -10 minutes apart, the sun was up, and I couldn't sleep any longer. I called my mom and told her what was happening. After she wished me luck I went to the bathroom and lost a large amount of my mucus plug. Izzy appeared to be sleeping soundly so I fixed myself an English muffin and emailed my boss to ask him to take care of an experiment I was planning to finish that morning. This was also my way of telling him I'd be going on maternity leave a week earlier than we had planned. At 6:45 am, I woke Izzy up, called my Dad to let him know that we wouldn't be able to make it to breakfast, and whipped out my breast pump to see if I could get my contractions coming a little stronger. I pumped for about 10 minutes on each breast and to my surprise got a full ounce! It also brought my contractions closer together and made them a little stronger. But, as soon as I stopped they slowed back down again.

At 7 am, I called the birth center again and got Fran (I really like Fran) this time. She asked us to meet her at the birth center at 8 am. After feeding the dogs, we headed out. My contractions were still easy so I didn't need my labor nest and just sat up front with my facemask on so I could stay in my happy place despite Izzy's propensity towards aggressive driving :P. When we arrived, Fran showed us to our room (the big birthing suite :)), checked my vitals and did a quick NST, which we passed beautifully. She then did my first cervical check and found me to be 3 cm dilated but not fully effaced. My contractions were still about 5 minutes apart so she suggested we go for a walk. We walked to Starbucks (~1.5 miles roundtrip) to get Izzy a coffee and we picked up a sandwich (which, Izzy says, was horrible) and yogurt parfait (which was OK) as well. During our walk, my contractions picked up to about 2-2.5 minutes apart and they were slowing me down noticeably although I could still talk through them. The whole walk I kept thinking to myself, "let's get to 5 cm by the time we get back!"? I'd worked up a sweat and wanted to rinse off when we returned to the birth center at 10 am so I hopped into the shower.

My last belly pic

At 10:30 am, my Dad and Barbara stopped by on their way out of town to wish us luck and give us a really sweet card. By this time my contractions had spaced out to about 6-7 minutes but were still as strong. Fran mentioned that we were, unfortunately, on the clock and I had to be showing signs of progress by about 3 pm (12 hours post-rupture) if we wanted to avoid a transfer. I understood the gravity of the situation but my Hypnobirthing training helped me to stay calm. I knew that letting the threat of transfer get me worked up would ultimately lead to a transfer. Izzy, on the other hand, was suffering (silently) with this news. So, with the threat of a transfer looming, we whipped out my breast pump and got those contractions back up to 2-3 minutes apart by 11:15 am by pumping on each breast for 10 minutes. About this time I felt the urge to poo (yay!) and had a few really good contractions while on the toilet. We spent some time pacing my birth suite and the patio outside.

At 1:15 pm, my contractions were stronger but had spaced to about 4-5 minutes apart. Fran could tell my contractions were stronger by feeling my stomach. So, she held off on another cervical check and went to check what herbs she had while we tried laboring in different positions. I found that I didn't like the birth ball one bit. I was feeling all my contractions in my stomach and sitting on the ball forced my to engage my abdominals, which I did not like because I could not relax my muscles. Between contractions I would pace and when one hit I would sit in the rocking chair or straddle a chair on the patio. Again my Hypnobirthing training helped me to relax and sink into each contraction while imagining my cervix thinning and opening.

At 2:30 Fran checked me and I was 4 cm but still not fully effaced. She brought us some homeopathic black and blue cohosh and asked me to alternate between the two, taking 3 every 15 minutes and then 3 of each on the hour. Neither Izzy or I are strong believers in homeopathics but I took them as I figured they certainly couldn't hurt. Izzy kept referring to them as my sugar pills, which made me laugh. He was getting pretty nervous about a transfer but he was such a good birth partner he didn't let on that he was nervous one bit. Instead, he took charge and helped me pump again. This time I pumped both breasts simultaneously for 5 minutes on 5 minutes off, which definitely made my contractions stronger and gave me the urge to poo again.

At 3 pm, my contractions were stronger still and Fran trusted that I was progressing but wanted me laboring harder so she suggested we walk the halls as it was too hot to walk outside (we do live in Tucson!). So, we did laps around the birth center until about 4:15 pm. We walked at a fairly fast clip and I would hang on Izzy when a contraction hit. During one of my laps I started to feel nauseous and ducked into a bathroom. I didn't puke in the bathroom but did puke in a trash can as I was walking out. Yay for puke was all I could think! At 4:15, we tried the breast pump as my contractions had spaced yet again. After a round or two I felt nauseous again and puked. Although I knew this was a good sign, I do not handle puking very well so I decided to lay down for just a little while. Fran asked me how I was feeling and I told her I just to stop chasing labor already! I really wished I would just reach the point where my body would take over. While I was lying down my contractions got even stronger and became more frequent. After this point, we stopped timing them.

Listening to my Hypnobirthing tracks at the beginning of real labor

At 5:30 pm, I was finally feeling like I needed to do something to help manage my pain during contractions and I could no longer talk through them. I asked the nurse (a different Judy) to get me a heat pack. At this point, I favored sitting on the toilet with the heat pack on my belly. I think this is also when I started to make a little noise during contractions. I was finally beginning to understand why women might want to get an epidural but this was not an option for me at the birth center. The tub was beckoning me but Fran said (and I knew) that I should wait until I was at least 5 cm and fully effaced to get in or else my contractions might space and this would be a problem as I was on that awful clock. At 6:30 pm, I asked to get into the tub. Fran started it filling and checked me. I was indeed 5 cm and fully effaced, hooray! So, I got in. Holy cow did I love that tub! The moment my belly hit the water I questioned why any woman would ever want to give birth without a tub!

Loving the tub

Things start to get a little blurry from here on in. Thankfully, Izzy faithfully took notes for as long as he could. His 6:30 pm entry says, "Erin got into tub. Fran checked first 5cm, 100% effaced. She looks pretty." As I labored in the tub he fanned me to keep my head and neck cool. I rested on my hands and knees against the wall of the tub and made long huuuuuuuh groans with each breath out during contractions. Making noise really helped me to keep my breathing slow and steady and to let my body stay relaxed.

Judy (nurse) let us know that she would soon be relieved by another nurse, Fania, and that the new nurse would be in to check my vitals in about 15 minutes. As Judy was leaving, I felt myself pushing a little. I was worried that I was pushing too soon so I let her know. She told me to just do what felt right and went to talk to Fran who was with another soon-to-be mom. My pushing sensations went from momentary to lasting the full length of my contractions pretty quickly. Fania arrived about the same time as Fran came back to check in on me.

At some point Fran came in to tell us that the other mom needed her but that she had called her backup MW, Judy. Judy arrived shortly after and came in to check on us. She filled the sink with ice and brought ice-cold towels for Izzy to put on my back. I fell in love with Judy at this moment. I remember thinking to myself that this had better be transition because I wasn't sure if I could handle it if things were going to get much more intense. After a few particularly intense contractions I momentarily thought that heading to the hospital for an epidural didn't sound like a bad idea. But, I kept that thought to myself and concentrated even harder on relaxing. At 7:15 pm, Judy asked me to turn around so she could check me and I had made it to 8 cm. Woot, this was indeed transition! Judy asked Izzy if he had brought a bathing suit so he could get into the tub. Rather than searching for his suit, he jumped into the tub in his underwear. I remember wondering why he wouldn' grab his suit but I suppose time was of the essence at that point. Izzy was a little worried that Judy's hands-on techniques would annoy me but I didn't care one bit because she had brought me those heavenly ice-cold towels. Izzy was also worried I might bash my face into the tub as I looked a little precariously perched in the tub. He asked if my arms were getting tired and if I needed help supporting myself. Apparently, I responded that I didn't care if my arms got tired. He asked me if I felt like I was going to fall. I forcefully said I was fine and asked that the flow of heavenly ice towels not stop. Fran checked me one last time and announced that I was complete and baby was at about 0 station! Oh sweet relief, I thought, as I began to bear down with my pushing sensations. I've heard many women say that pushing feels good. I'll say it felt right or at least better than not pushing.

Somewhere in here Judy took off. I was still on my hands and knees with my butt pointed toward Fran and she asked me to flip over if I could. I wasn't sure how I felt about that so I asked if I could stay put. Fran said it was fine but she mentioned that if I were to birth in my current position I would need to keep my butt (and baby) low in the water and flip over before bringing her up out of the water. I remained in this position for a few more contractions and then asked if she thought it might help (as in bring the baby down) if I flipped over and she suggested that I flip over now as she thought it might help me push more effectively. She helped to reposition me and I found that in my new position I could use the power of my legs to push against the opposite side of the tub while holding myself up with my arms. It was then that I could feel the baby moving down. Each contraction brought me closer and closer to meeting my little girl. I felt like my pushing was accomplishing more and at 8:45 pm I could feel the baby beginning to crown. Fran had been sitting at the edge of the tub and asked me to tell her when I felt stinging. I responded that I WAS feeling stinging during the next contraction. Fran asked Izzy to call for Fania because we would be needing warm blankets soon. This got me really excited but I guess it didn't show.

My contractions then spaced out from being nearly right on top of one another to maybe 4-5 minutes apart but much more intense, which I welcomed. It gave me time to relax and regroup in between contractions and allowed the baby to stretch my perineum. Izzy (who was sitting beside the tub not wanting to get back in and get in my way) says my belly looked really crazy and I was breathing heavily. For a few contractions I felt like the baby' head was right there! Fran said I could reach down and touch it. I did quickly as I was supporting myself with my arms. I felt a squishy little blob and asked if she had hair. Izzy said she did (but didn't tell me what color is was)! After maybe 7-8 contractions of her head almost making it's way out I decided that this needed to end NOW. When the next contraction hit (thankfully it was very long) I bore down with all my might the entire time and pushed out the head. Fran helped maneuver my perineum over the head as Izzy jumped into the tub. Fran told me that the baby would be here with the next contraction. When it hit, Fran helped the baby turn and at 8:56 pm, the whole body slipped out into the water. It was the most exquisite feeling I have ever felt in my entire life. All the pain was gone and suddenly there was a baby, covered head to toe in vernix, with dark wavy hair (we were expecting a blonde!) lying on my chest. I lifted the baby's leg and asked Izzy if she was indeed a girl (his dream had me worried). When I saw girl parts I turned to look into her eyes and said, "Hello, Teagan."? Teagan didn't cry but made little chirpy grunting noises as she tested out her lungs. I rubbed her back. She was so sticky! Izzy was crying. We kissed and stared at the new little person we had just brought into the world.

Meeting Teagan

The tub water was bright red but I didn't care one bit. With the help of Izzy, Fran, and Fania, I stepped out of the tub and carried Teagan over to the bed to deliver the placenta. With Teagan on my chest and Izzy by my side we bonded as a new family. My last few contractions had spaced out so much before Teagan arrived and I wasn't having any at all so Fran asked Fania to prep a shot of pitocin to help get the placenta out. They told me later that they were worried I might be hemorrhaging because of the amount of blood in the water. I didn't feel the shot at all and within 10-15 minutes I felt a contraction and pushed out the placenta with little effort. Fran announced, "it's a placenta!"? and put it in a bowl beside me. Only then did she clamp the cord and Izzy cut it.

Cutting the cord

Fran asked me to turn to assess my tearing. With Teagan still on my chest covered in warm blankets and with a little help from Fania, I swiveled to the edge of the bed and propped my legs up on a chair. Fania declared that she had never seen anyone move so quickly. While I marveled at the little wonder squirming on my chest, Fran gave me a few stitches to repair some minor labial tearing. To my delight my perineum was completely intact. She commented that the reason there may have been so much blood was due to the tear.

Fran showed us the placenta (those things are cool!) and left shortly afterwards (she had been there as long as we had and had delivered two babies). The three of us laid in bed as a new family. Teagan was rooting around so I put her to my breast and she latched on immediately. What a powerful suck reflex she has! Her little eyes darted around taking everything in. We made a few phone calls and after about an hour and a half I wanted to get up and shower so that I could begin to feel human again. Izzy held Teagan while Fania helped me out of bed and insisted upon hanging out while I showered. I think she was terribly afraid I might faint. After I rinsed off, I curled up in bed and Izzy and Fania weighed and measured Teagan. Teagan kicked her hands away while she tried to get her length measurement!

Teagan was super alert and we nursed several times in her first few hours. I asked Fania to help me pee. She brought me tucks pads, dermoplast, and a peri bottle. Then she brought us microwave lasagna for dinner and we settled in for the night (as much as two new parents possibly can). Teagan fussed quite a bit that first night and we got very little sleep. She finally settled down around 6 am just in time for Fania to come in and tell us our pediatrician would be coming by shortly for her first checkup. After the doctor checked her briefly, Fania brought us bagels for breakfast. While we ate bagels we made the final decision on her middle name, Tesla. Slowly, we packed up and were ready to leave around 8 am. After chatting with Fania and Judy (nurse) for a little while we headed out to begin our new life with our beautiful daughter.

Heading home

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Sept. 25, 2010 @ 3:40am

6 lbs 13 oz
19 inches

I still feel a little bit like my birth story happened to someone else. At my 37 week appointment, my blood pressure was a bit elevated. I had pre-e with DD, so they decided to be proactive. I had to do a 24 hour urine and turn it in on Friday, when my BP was 144/94. We decided to do bedrest for the weekend.
Saturday at 1:30am I woke up and felt a bit crampy. I went to the bathroom and back to bed. I laid in bed and thought I might be having contractions, and sort of started timing them. They were happening every 2 minutes but not lasting very long. I thought I might be getting some sort of stomach bug. At 1:50am I got out of bed and told DH I thought I might be having contractions. I went downstairs and he went back to bed. I found an online contraction timer and started timing my tightenings. They were happening every 1 1/2 minutes but only lasting 30-45 seconds. I thought maybe early contractions, because I thought they weren't strong enough, & they weren't lasting long enough. By 2:15am I was leaning on the couch breathing deeply through them and thought it was time to wake up DH. I still thought I was in early labor, because I was just breathing and swaying through them, and they weren't really painful, just uncomfortable. I had been using Hypnobabies, but didn't even think about getting out my mp3's. Maybe I was subconsiously using relaxation techniques? DH and I worked on finishing packing, called the doula, my midwife's office, and my mom to come stay with DD. By 3:15am ish we were ready to go. I went to the kitchen, had a contraction againt the counter, then walked around to the other side of the counter and had another. I knew then that we weren't going to make it. We got out to the garage and I couldn't get in the car. Contractions were one on top of the other and I couldn't sit. Thankfully we called our doula and she recommended kneeling on the front seat facing the back of the car leaning on the seat. That worked, but it was very hard to hold on while DH drove. Within 5-10 minutes, I felt the baby move down during a contraction. My body was totally in charge, I was not in control at all with the baby's movement downward. I told DH I was pushing and couldn't stop. He drove for about 5 more minutes before my blowing through contractions turned into grunting/loud vocalizing and I told him he HAD to stop. He pulled over and called 911. My body pushed the baby out within about 10 minutes total time from that first push. A state trooper arrived pretty much as the baby crowned, and just watched while I yelled to DH that the baby was coming. My water broke somewhere in there, then DH caught the head and with the next push the body was out. None of it - the contractions, the pushing, the ring of fire or the delivery were really that painful, just intense. I think it was my hypnobabies training, even though I didn't get to actually listen to the program or even consiously use the training.
The EMTs arrived just after she was born. They clamped the cord and DH cut it. Alaina and I rode in the ambulance to the hospital while DH followed with the car.
I tore pretty badly in two places, and the repairs actually took longer than the labor and delivery, and I am pretty sore and swollen. Thank goodness for our doula during the repairs - she was awesome and really helped me focus and relax (no drugs then, either - just lidocaine injections to numb). I HIGHLY recommend a doula - sooooo worth it in every way. We are both doing very well, so far Lainey is a good sleeper and nursing ok, although her mouth is small and we are having some issues getting her to open wide enough & I'm a bit sore.

I was so happy to get my drug free, all natural VBAC, it was awesome! Other than delivering in the front seat of the car, I wouldn't change any of it! The car is a mess, the front seat looked like a murder scene but most of the stains came out.

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Tobey Jack

It started at 6.45am in the 1st October. I got up to go to the bathroom and as soon as I got back into bed I felt a gush. I went back and say on the toilet and it just kept gushing. I asked DH to sniff the bed to make sure I hadn't pee'd myself and I hadn't.

I wasn't having any contractions or cramps so I put on a pad and got on with my morning before phoning anyone. Me and DH sorted about Alexander getting him dressed and fed. I sorted out the rest of my packing and phoned the hospital. I was told I would need to come in and get assessed.

We took Alexander to my mums and my dad took us to the hospital. They confirmed that my waters had broken and I was having mild contractions but I could hardly feel anything. At 11.30 I got discharged and told to come back if the pain got bad. If nothing happened then I was booked in for induction at 7.30am on the 2nd. When I left at 11.30 I was 2cm and "soft"

I phoned my dad and we went back home. As soon as I got in the car I stared to get contractions. I could still breath through them and they were far apart so we all went home and had some lunch. While I was eating the pain started to pick up and was becoming difficult to breath through so I phoned the hospital and told then I was coming back. I rang my dad and he fetched me and off we went.

On the way it was starting to get really painful, when we got to the hospital my dad was in a panic listening to me shout and reversed into a wall He didn't do much damage to the car but it was typical of him to do something like that.

I got back into the hospital at 2.30 and had 5 contractions from the entrance to the delivery room and it was only a 30 second normal persons speed walk, but I had to keep stopping.

I was introduced to my midwife and she examined me and said I was 5cm and easily stretching to 6am. I got straight on the gas and air and it was bliss I baby was monitored and the HB was quite low during contractions and they were pretty sure the cord was around his neck. Although the contractions were close and very painful I was feeling pretty good. I made it back to the hospital just in time as there is no way I would have lasted any longer at home without pain relief.

Around 5pm I asked for some diamorphine to take the edge off the pain as I was starting to feel like I couldn't go it any more. I was examined and told I was 7cm and could stretch to 8cm and they went ahead and I got the drugs. They didn't completely stop the pain but it made it just that bit more manageable.

At 7pm it was time for midwife change and I was passed into the care of another lovely midwife. She put baby on a HB monitor as it HR was getting quite low during the contractions. It was partly because of the diamorphine making the baby sleepy but she seemed a bit worried. I told her to do what ever was needed to get the baby out safe was fine with me.

At 9pm she checked again and I was 10cm but I had a lip at the front of my cervix. I lay on my left side and the babies HR started to pick up and I started getting the urge to push. I rolled back onto my back and put my feet in styrups for something to push on. She checked again and said I was ready to push. This was around 10pm.

As soon as I was ready to push the contrax started to slow down. They started to come only one ever 5 mins although with each one I could easily push. When it got to about 10.40pm the midwife said she would give me 10 more mins of pushing before she would put me on a drip to speed things up again. As soon as she said that his head slid right down and popped out. DH was totally freaked out by him moving round by himself getting his body ready to be delivered and his cord was around the back of his neck but she couldn't get it off because he was holding onto it really tight. So I pushed one more time and out slid his body out and let go of his cord. He was flopped right onto me and he was searching for boob right away He's a super nurser unlike Alexander was and I'm so happy

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Ronin Francis Noel S_______
Birth weight 6lb 8oz (2995g)
Length 46 cm
Born: 27/09/2010 at 3:28am

Well we go back a week from today for the start of Ronin's birth story. I felt absolutly fine and was making a huge to do list for the week to keep me occupied. I had no signs of anything happening at all. I was watching tv and hubby called for me to pick him up and on the way in I noticed I had a bit of a cough like I get when I am having issues with my asthma, but thought nothing of it, maybe that there was a small change int he weather coming or it was just hormones. I came home with hubby got his tea and fed the cats before I went to bed. I noticed the cats weren't scarfing their dinner down like normal, but I just thought it was because they are never really fussed on loaf style food which is what they had for the night. In hind sight heir behaviour was really abnormal though and hubby said when he came to bed they were both lying right next to me watching me very closely.

Anyway, I went to bed around 10ish and Lyle came in around 12:20am and cuddled up. I lay there for about ten minutes and then decided I needed to go to the toilet. I sat up and had a small gush. I swore and told Lyle I think I had just peed myself, which he thought was quite funny until I got another small gush and realised it was probably my water breaking. I told him and he asked if he had time for a shower and I said to go for a quick one while I rang the hospital to let them know I was on my way, that bubby had been breech for a few weeks and I thought my water had broken. During this time I had another gush and asked Lyle to bring a towel because a pad wasn't going to cut it any longer. I waddled around the house with a towel between my legs getting dressed and grabbing the bags and the last few bits and pieces and then drove to the hospital (yes I drove myself to the hospital). All the way there I had a few more gushes, but nothing else. We pulled up at the hospital and went in, by the time I got to the door I was having some uncomfortableness which I guess was the start of contractions and by the time they let us in (doors locked and had to be buzzed in) and by the time I got to the maternity ward the uncomfortableness was full blown contractions and becoming very unpleasant, and this was maybe a 5 minute walk. I was given a classy pad for my waters and the midwives checked bub's position and found he was still breech so they did an internal exam to check the cord wasn't presenting and rang down to get theatre ready for me. I didn't even ask how dilated I was because once they found he was breech I knew it didn't matter it was an immediate c section. They put the catheter in at this point and I was in tears because I had to have the c-section. The doctor came in with the consents and I signed them while contracting. The contractions went from nothing to very close together very quickly, but I never bothered timing them because of the c-section, but they were much closer than 5 minutes apart, maybe 2 or 3 minutes at the most, some of them may not have even been that far apart. It felt like someone was trying to push my pelvis in two and like I was having really bad cramps in the very tops of my legs and pelvis area. The midwives sent me for a shower for pre op and got me ready. I saw the pad they had given me and I had lost my mucous plug onto it at some point. Once they were ready I was pushed down to theatre crying the whole time. Lyle was with me the whole time until we got to the doors and then he was sent to get into scrubs and had to wait while I was given the spinal. They said they would put the spinal in between contractions and I plainly told him he had better be quick because that was a very small window of oppurtunity. He started putting it in at the end of a contraction and before he was finished another one had started. I was shivering and crying but got through the needles and was set for surgery. Lyle came in and sat next to me and was reassuring me this was what was best for bub. He was watching what was happening in the light above us because he couldn't see over the drape and they annouced bub was coming out. Lyle looked up and said "It looks like a rabbit, but thats not a tail. We've got a Ronin". I think I cried a little bit then, I wasn't expecting a boy, and truth be told if bub had been a girl would have had the same reaction as I wouldn't have been expecting a girl either, it's like this was the first time the whole pregnancy had felt real.
He cried very quickly and peed on the floor of the room even before he started to cry. The midwife took him to wrap him up and make sure he was ok and bought him straight to us as quickly as she could. It was really hard for me because I couldn't hold him, but Lyle was and he was right up at my face. He was as the midwives put it a typical breech and his little legs wouldn't stay down so we had his feet sticking up as well. The midwife asked how big we thought he was and I said I thought maybe 8 pound something and she agreed. They finished up the surgery and had to give Ronin to Lyle and he took him out of the room while they transferred me to another bed and got me sorted, the wheeled me out to the hall where the midwife immediatly placed Ronin on my chest for skin to skin and to feed. He found his way very quickly and the midwife was surprised at how well and how quickly he had latched. We went back to our room and settled in for a few hours and then let family and friends know around 5:30/6 am that we had Ronin. They weighed him (mind you he had been feeding for awhile at this stage) and he came up 6lb 8oz which surprised us all. Hubby had to come home because he had work and wanted to try and get some sleep before he started his shift. Poor guy only got a half hour then did a full day at work, and came to see me in his break.

I have to take Ronin for an ultrasound when he is six weeks old to check for hip problems because of him being breech. I'm hoping everything is ok, but it's a long time to dwell on the what if regarding an issue.

I had some rough days in hospital, especially Thursday when the baby blues hit really hard and I was in tears for a few hours. I was referred to mental health and have to have follow up with them for a bit because they are a little concerned about PND for me. Ronin has been feeding like a champion from the start. I am struggling with the whole sleep when the baby sleeps thing and also sleeping in general now I am home because of the incision and I have never been able to sleep on my back, I found last night I still can't lay flat so have a few pillows piled up behind me. I am also struggling with the amount of things I can't do myself, at this stage I have someone staying with me all the time, either my Mum or my MIL, but not sure if my MIL is coming back tonight or not, so it may be I am alone tomorrow for the first time.Another rough day was Tuesday, my room was right next to one of the labour suites and I could hear the woman in labour, which made me sad because I couldn't have a natural birth myself. It was a bit rough on me, but I guess is something I will probably work through with mental health.

I don't know if I forgot anything in there, it's hard to remeber it all because of all the emotions and fear I had as well as the speed everything happened.
And just because, another photo, taken today of Lyle, Ronin and I

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Rowan’s birth story
7 pounds, 3.3 ounces, 19.75 inches

I started having contractions on Thursday evening, and by 2:30 Friday morning they had become stronger and were only 7 minutes apart. I finished packing the hospital bags and put them by the door. I kept timing them, because my doctor told me not to go to the hospital until they were either 5 minutes apart or my water had broken. The contractions got farther and farther apart. They ended up lasting all day and all night on Friday, but never became regular.

By Saturday late morning I started timing the contractions again. They were still irregular but they had gotten much stronger. I tried walking, but I couldn’t walk through them. I tried sitting on an exercise ball, but that didn’t help and Ryan was afraid I was going to fall off and hurt myself. Finally, at about 4:30pm, I had three contractions that were 5 minutes apart. That was what I had been waiting for, so we went right to the hospital.

I was taken to triage and monitored. The contractions were between 4 and 5 minutes apart, but I was only 2cm dilated, so the nurses told me to walk around for an hour then come back to get checked again. I tried, but I couldn’t walk very far and had to keep sitting down. Then every time I stood back up, it triggered another contraction. After 45 minutes, I went back to triage and they checked again. Now I was 4cm dilated and they decided to admit me. A nurse named Carla was assigned to me, and she came to get me and take me to labor and delivery. On the way there she asked when I wanted to get my epidural, and I said “now, please.”

So Carla gets me to my room and immediately sets up an iv and antibiotics (I’m GBS positive). Then the anesthesiologist came in and gave me my epidural. It didn’t hurt at all going in. Almost immediately I started feeling better. Ryan was watching the monitors, and then he commented what a big contraction I had just had - and I didn’t feel a thing. I felt so much better and so much more relaxed then I had in days. A few minutes later Carla put in my catheter, and then the epidural machine started blaring an alarm, and another nurse came running in, and the baby’s heart rate apparently briefly dropped (I don’t think it really did, I think the monitoring belt slipped when I turned to see why the machine was screaming at me). They immediately put an oxygen mask on me and called for the doctor. It turned out that the machine had a low battery and needed to be switched out. And there was nothing wrong with the baby either.

My water broke at about 1:15am on Sunday. I was lying on my side, and then all the sudden I heard a noise that sound like "blurp...splash". I called out to Ryan and told him I thought my water broke, and he lifted the blankets off of me to see that I had soaked the bed. Carla had put an absorbent towel under me earlier, but my water had overshot it and pretty much got everywhere but on the towel.

I can’t remember how dilated I was at that point. I know that I didn’t have to start pushing until about 3:30am. When Rowan’s head started to come out, I was able to reach down and feel it. Carla kept stopping me from pushing so that the head could stretch me out, so I was just pushing every other contraction. The doctor (unfortunately not my regular doctor, since this wasn’t her weekend on call) arrived at about 3:50, and at that point Rowan’s head was partially out. After another push, the doctor realized that there was something blocking her and that I was going to tear. I gave permission for an episiotomy, she snipped me, and on the next push Rowan’s head and hand and arm came out - if she hadn’t had her arm jammed up by her face, I wouldn’t have torn or needed to be cut. They suctioned her mouth, and then with the next push, she was all the way out. I was able to hold her for a minute (long enough for me to get vernix all over my hands and arms).

I don’t know when the placenta came out - I never even saw it. Ryan cut the cord, and then they took Rowan over to clean her off. Ryan went and sat back down on the couch. I thought he was trying to stay out of the way, and I told him to go look at the baby. He said he couldn’t right then, and that’s when I (and the nurses) realized that he was about to pass out. One of the nurses brought him some juice, and then he went over to watch them clean and measure the baby. She weighed 7 pounds, 3.3 ounces and was 19.75 inches long. Several of the nurses commented that they couldn’t believe that I had a baby that big, since my belly had been so small, but she was actually a little smaller than my doctor had predicted.

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Finally, I have a minute to sit and write this

On September 20, as planned, I went into the hospital to be induced. I thought I was 37 weeks by then, but turns out I was 36w6d. No biggie, my doctor was on call that day and I wanted him to be the one to deliver her

I got checked by the gynecologist, I was dialated to 2.5 cm, 70% effaced, so my cervix was nice and ready. We started the pitocin at 9:50 am and I got hooked to monitors. for a while, it just felt like nothing was happening, really. I had contractions, but nothing to call home about, you know? I ate lunch (I was starving!) and we waited some more. I walked a bit, went on the birthing ball a bit, but all in all, it was boring Good thing I had a good book! DH was playing with his iPhone and my dad was reading as well (my dad was there for the birth, he promised me he would after I lost Oli. He lives and work in New Caledonia, near Australia, so it was a big deal that he would be here...so glad he was there )

After lunch, at around 1:30 or so, my doctor ruptured my membranes to get things going a bit faster. I was dialated to a 4 by then...not much progress! Walk some more, birthing ball some more, all the while the nurses kept cranking up the pitocin to make my contractions a bit more powerful. I didn't eat dinner, as I thought I would for sure have her soon, and I didn't want to throw up all over the place

I don't really remember when I asked for the epidural, it was after dinner, because the contractions were now every 3 minutes and I just knew that when things would get into high gear, it would go really fast and I didn't want to wait until it would be too late. So I had the epidural and all was right with the world again

Around 7:30, I was hooked on monitors and I started to get concerned about Magalie's heartbeat. She was recovering from the contractions, but not as fast as I would have liked. Contractions were on top of each other, lasting 2 minutes each. Then, at 7:41 (Jonathan took a picture of the clock), her heartbeat was not just what it should have been. She was going from 60 during a contraction, then she was shooting back to 200, hen falling back to 60-70 and not going back up...I rang and my doctor came in the room. I told him I didn't like her heartbeat, he took a quick look at the monitor, shoved a hand up my ladie's parts to see where I was at. I was at a 9 by then, but he told me we would get her out now. By then, 5 other people came running in the room, so I guess he pulled on the emergency bell, but I didn't really see anything. My dad got out of the room (I didn't want him to see the pushing part), I was crying and praying she was ok. I just knew that I couldn't survive losing another baby, I am just not strong enough, so I was crying and waiting to push. My doctor put his gloves on and told me to push her out...not sure if I was fully dialated by then, but it didn't really matter as I was pushing for my life. I pushed twice and she was out, 2 minutes exactly after I rang...at 7:43.

I had a placenta abruption during labor, and that is why her heartbeat was so erratic. I was bleeding pretty heavily. I had a huge blood clot in my uterus and another one in the placenta. They made blood tests on Magalie once I had her and we were very lucky that she got out before the bleeding could do her any harm. She was perfectly healthy. As for me, I bled a lot, and after I made sure she was doing ok, I started to get concerned about myself. Having two doctors looking between your legs and saying things like: She HAS to stop bleeding now, there is way too much blood, etc. is a bit disturbing when you realize they are talking about you!

I eventually stopped bleeding (obviously) without too much damage. Magalie got out quickly enough that she didn't have time to have problems for the bleeding, thank God. She got out weigh in at 5 lbs 8 oz and measuring 18.25 in. She is a tiny baby, and sooooo beautiful! We love her to pieces. She is such a good baby, we are very lucky to have her.

Will try to add pics when I figure out how to do it from my phone.

Thanks for reading!

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Birth story for Chloe Amelia Lee P.

Born 10/4/2010
weighing 7 lbs 12 oz; 20 inches long
Monday the 4th I was scheduled to have a repeat c section. Throughout my entire pregnancy I had issues with my blood pressure, so early on I decided that a repeat was the best way to go for having my little girl. Sunday night, I could not sleep. The thought that my baby girl would be in my arms was way too exciting. I talked to Glenn all night long, keeping him awake too. He could not sleep either anyway. I had pretty bad heartburn too, I could not relive it since I was unable to eat/drink anything past midnight. So come Monday morning, I was very tired but even more excited.

We got ready to leave our apartment at about 7:30. Everything was packed and ready to go, that morning, it was a little cold outside. It was a beautiful day that day. Perfect day to have a baby. We got into our car and started to go get Glenn and Trevor some breakfast, our car mad e a odd noise and to our luck, we had a flat tire. Luckily, it was just low and not flat. We had to be in labor and delivery at 8 am so, really we had no time. God was really looking out for us that day. So, we continued down the road. We dropped Trevor off with my Mom and went on our way to the hospital to get checked in. We got into labor and delivery right on time, something that is not usual for us. We were late to our own wedding. The nurse checked me into room number 2 and started getting things set up for my c section. I peed in a cup and she shaved me and got my Iv in. She was done by 8:30 so we just had to sit and wait until 11 to have the c section. I remember Glenn making the comment that it would take forever since we had over a hour to just sit there. That time went by really fast. It seemed like maybe 30 minutes when it turned 10 o'clock. Glenn's dad had told him earlier that day that would like to come and visit at 10 so we figured our family would start showing up soon. We really did not have very many visitors, that was good thing though. I was starting to really get nervous, and having that time with my husband to just talk me thru it all was so nice. He was amazing, held my hand and reminded me that everything was going to be fine. Glenn's dad and sisters showed up around 10:30, they only stayed for a minute so it was not too bad. My mom said she was going to be there by that time, so I was excited and wanted to give Trevor a kiss before we went back into sugery. The nurse came in all dressed up and so did the anistioligist. Glenn and I started to get nervous so he started calling my mom asking where Trevor was. They decided to stop off and get breakfast beforehand, so Glenn just asked them to hurry up. Trevor made it just in time to give me a kiss before I was wheeled back into surgery. Glenn looked so happy that I was able to do that, for some reason I was upset because I did not think they would make it there in time. Glenn made it happen though, like I said he was just being amazing.
Glenn dressed up in his scrubs and they put a cap on my head. They wheeled me back into the operating room and that is when everything started to get going. The anistioligist really was the main person there, doing everything. I sat on the table and leaned forward to get the epidural put in. It was really simple and not too painful. The numbing shots were really all I felt, from any of the needles anyway. As he was putting the medicine in, it kinda burned a little and it also shot pains down my back. The pains were not too bad and totally manageable. My feet started to get hot and so did my legs and butt. I was layed down and he let the medicine do its job first. He tested me with a cold piece of metal to see if I could feel anything. He put the metal on my head, and I could feel that. Then he put it where my c section would be proformed and I could not feel the coldness of the metal there. My blood pressure started to get low so he tilted the table and gave me something to help stablize it. I was getting sick, and feeling a little dizzy, all from the low blood pressure. He got it back up very quickly though.
My ob walked into the room and he also tested me to see if I could feel anything, I do not know what he used to test me. He then started on with my c section. I felt fine, and I was remaining as calm as I could be. I wanted to remember everything, and experiance my last birth.

Once my ob had started my surgery, they brought my husband in. As he walked into the room, he looked nervous. Once he saw me smiling at him, he looked like he was put at ease. I really was in a great mood and so excited. I remember I kept telling Glenn that I loved him, and that I could not believe our daughter would be here soon.
As far as my surgery goes, it went pretty fast. My ob went thru my old c section opening, and he said there was a lot of scar tissue. Once he got thru that, I remember him yelling clear fluid. I knew that meant my water was broken and that it was good. I started to get really excited. I told Glenn she would be here soon. The anistioligist told asked him if he wanted to see her come out and he looked excited and said yes. He was not able to do this with Trevor so, I guess he was happy to be able to see Chloe "come out". Not soon after my water was broken, the anistiolgist told Glenn to look. I remember him gasping and he saw his daughter come out. He said "oh my God" and Chloe started to scream. I started to cry and Glenn looked like he was about to cry and he said "she is beautiful". They lowered the screen and I saw my ob holding her in his arms. She looked so tiny, and so sweet. They put the screen back up and then I just layed there and listened to her cry, I was crying too. My ob told me “this is what you want to hear (baby crying so loud)”.

The nurse brought her over to me and I kissed her a lot then I told her I loved her and they took her to the nursery. Glenn got a lot of great pictures for me.
I got up in recovery and this time it was so much better. I was happy and since I knew what went on, I was fine. I remember thinking I should get some sleep but then I was way too excited. Glenn must have made sure no one visited me because no one came back there. This is what I wanted. I told Glenn he could go be with Chloe. I was fine. They actually brought her in once I called the nursery :). I was able to just sit there and hold my little girl and it was amazing. I started to bf her and she latched right on. Glenn came back with Trevor and we just sat there and enjoyed our little girl.
Chloe, you are perfect! I love you so much, I still thank God every single day for bringing you into my life. You have daddy wrapped already and he LOVES you too. I could not ask for a more perfect family.
We came home wednesday night and It has been great being home. Chloe seems to like it here alot more than she liked the hospital.

we went by my moms first before going home. lol this pic was funny
first bath at home

Chloe is great she nurses pretty well but is still falling asleep at the breast a lot. I got my pump for when she sleeps past a feeding and I got 1oz and 1/2 out this morning, not much but I am proud. I am still in a lot of pain from birth and bf causes pain too..but Its not too bad. Trevor loves his sister and keeps kissing her and trying to help. Glenn has been amazing and has took care of everything. I am falling in love with him even more! He even left me a liitle love note on my laptop telling me how great i'm doing Biggrin She went to her first pedi. apointment yesterday and is 7lbs 7oz so not too bad. We all (except Miss Chloe of course Lol got our flu shots too.
I hope everyone is doing well!!

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Clara Lucille
October 1, 2010 3:48am
6 lbs 4 oz
21 inches

I had my36 week doctor’s appointment on Thursday September 30th and I was 35 weeks +5, had my GBS swab done and that’s about all. We chatted a little bit and I made the rest of my appointments for the pregnancy and then I left. Grady and I went to Walmart and did some shopping.

Got home around 2 o’clock and was heading to the bathroom when all of a sudden I started leaking fluid all over. At first I thought I had just held my pee way too long and standing up was causing me to pee myself, but I completely soaked my pants and it was dripping. I headed to the bathroom, sat down and it just leaked and leaked and leaked. I tried to get Grady to go get my phone, but he brought me a tractor instead, he had no idea what I was talking about. I finally got up and got the phone myself, called hubby, and told him to head on home. I called my mom to let her know she was gonna have to come get Grady and then I called the doctor’s office.

I wasn’t having any contractions at the time so I was really hoping they would let me stay home for a while, but they wanted me to come in because she was so early. I didn’t have anything packed so it still took a while to get ready. I had actually made a list of things I wanted to bring to the hospital, but it didn’t have everything listed. I kind of took my time packing to stall so I didn’t have to get to the hospital too early as my original plan had been to labor at home as long as possible. I had to unload the washer and grab a bunch of stuff for Clara. In the meantime, we got Grady to lay down and take a nap and mom showed up so we headed off to the hospital. I had hubby stop by Hardee’s so I could get a curly fry since my gestational diabetes had limited my diet for a couple months, and at this point I figured what the heck, it was delicious!

We hit the road and I had hubby drive sort of slow cause I still didn’t want to get there too soon. It took about 45 minutes to get to the hospital. I went up to L&D and got checked into triage. The nurse asked if I was still leaking and I wasn’t so she swabbed my hoo ha for fluid and it was inconclusive. She said it’s not that she didn’t believe me, but they took another swab and sent it to the lab. In the meantime they hooked me up to the monitor to check contractions and Clara’s heartrate. Everything was going smooth. Contractions weren’t very close and not strong at all, very early labor BH kind of contractions. At this point I just knew I needed to get up and walk, but couldn’t til I was checked in. About an hour later the results came back from the lab and it was + for amniotic fluid. The nurse checked me and I was dilated to almost a 3 and my cervix was very thick. I knew I had a lot of work to do, but I was very excited to be at a 3! I was actually still pretty excited that I had went into labor on my own as my other 2 kids were induced and it was just really cool to have the experience of a very exciting water breaking moment.

I got to my room, got hooked up to the monitors but I was tethered to the stationary monitor for the moment. I knew they had portable ones so I knew eventually I’d be able to move around. I wouldn’t lay in the bed, I just stood next to it. The nurses took my vitals and told me I’d have to have antibiotics every 4 hours because my GBS was just done that day and they wouldn’t have the results. I wasn’t a fan, but I did understand so no big deal. The nurse I had, I didn’t care for and finally at 7pm the shift changed and I got my new nurse. I LOVED her! I got an RN and an OB Tech and they were both fantastic. The RN had her 1st 2 kids all natural and understood what I was looking for in my birthing experience. The OB Tech was young and energetic and so incredibly sweet and helpful.

I had already had 1 round of antibiotics at 6:15 and it only took about 30 minutes to run through. My new nurse, Cindy, got me hooked up to the portable monitor and set me and hubby free to walk the halls. She understood that I wanted to just be free to labor however I wanted with little interruption from them. I asked for water, but was told it was only ice chips from here on out. I was totally bummed, but when I went to the bathroom I would drink out of the faucet, gross I know, but I swear it kept me going! We walked and walked and walked and walked some more. I swear we walked over 10 miles by the end of all of it. And of course I kept updated on pregnancy.org and facebook when we would go back to the room to let Scott take a break from all the walking. At this point, the contractions were strong tightenings, but the more I walked the closer and more stable they would become. I would go back to the room and sit down to rest and they would practically disappear, which was a nice relief, but I knew I had to just keep moving. At 1 point I got a charley horse in my left calf and we had to take a break so Scott could rub it out. I had been having contractions about every 3 minutes at that point, but when I laid down they went away. I wasn’t worried though cause I needed that break and I knew that getting back up would kick them back in.

The nurse said they weren’t going to do cervical checks on me since my water was ruptured and I was so early, which was fantastic cause I didn’t want them anyway. She said at midnight Dr. Meyer would come in and check me. We kept walking until then. At 11:00pm I was getting worried cause the contractions were still really easy and about 3 minutes apart lasting about 50 seconds. If I took a break, so did they. I swear as midnight approached I practically jogged the halls to get it going. Dr. Meyer came in about 12:15, check me and I was 3 cm and 75% effaced. He said that was great that I had thinned, but he wanted to talk about a little pitocin to get me more dilated. I had a heplock that they hooked the antibiotics to when it was time, but beyond that I was not getting any fluids and that’s how I wanted to keep it. I told him to give me til 6 am and we could discuss it again since I was on the clock with ruptured waters and a preemie. I really had no intentions of doing the pitocin at 6 am either, but it bought me some more time. He said that was fine, no big deal, he’d come back at 6 or sooner if I needed him. It was absolute torture for me to lay in that bed while he was checking me, I have no idea how I labored in it the whole 21 hours with my daughter!

We walked and walked and walked some more. Very shortly after Dr. Meyer left we were walking and I noticed the contractions were changing. In the beginning it was the top of my uterus tightening a whole bunch and they were getting to be really tight. Now it was the bottom of my uterus and there was actual pain with it. I was excited about that, but also scared cause I knew I was on my way to getting some more pain. Those contractions kept up to the point that I couldn’t keep walking the halls and I didn’t need to cause even sitting didn’t make them go away. They were still 3 minutes apart and about 1 minute long. They weren’t as bad as pitocin contractions, but not as easy as the ones I’d been having. I was in some pain but still very excited. I know it sounds weird, but that’s how desperate I was to avoid an induced or augmented labor. Pitocin is something the devil invented, I’m pretty sure!

We ended up laboring in the room for the rest of it. I would sit on the couch and Scott would stand in front of me during a contraction and I would grab him around the waist and rock my hips and try to remember to breathe. He was great, he would get in my face and remind me to breathe and tell me it was almost over. Just before 2am the OB tech noticed I was in a lot of pain through the contractions so she asked to check me. I managed to get into the bed after talking myself into it, but it took a few contractions to get there. Not because I couldn’t, but because I knew it was going to hurt to lay down. She checked me and I said I was a 6 and 90% effaced. I practically jumped out of bed when she was done. I had Scott put a blanket down on the floor by the bed and I knelt on it and put my head on the bed. Within 2 or 3 contractions I started moaning and ended up on my hands and knees and I could feel my body pushing. It was amazing and scary all at once cause I’ve never felt my body push without me doing it myself. The tech grabbed the nurse and she talked me into bed cause she pretty much knew what was going on. She checked and sure enough I was complete and involuntarily pushing. She started getting the bed broken down and getting out the delivery equipment. I pushed for about 3 pushes laying on my back and I was freaking out. I couldn’t keep it together! I finally got on my hands and knees on the bed and pushed that way while they were working on their stuff. She got everything all ready to go and called the doctor. They put the squat bar up so I could hang onto that and squat while I was pushing. Dr. Meyer knew about my back problems and wanted me to push in whatever position felt good because he was worried about my back causing me problems. I pushed for a while with the squat bar and got tired on my feet. I ended up laying on my hands and knees with my head down at the end of the bed and my butt facing away from the doctor. He was so calm, he just let me do my own thing as he just patiently waited.

I kept my eyes closed through most of it, but had a sense of who was there. I wasn’t dealing with the contractions very well at this point. When they would start it was so incredibly painful. The nurse was trying to count and get me to purple push, but at that point I had the listening skills of a toddler. I just kept doing what felt right to me. The contraction would start and I would yell for my nurse, Cindy and she would get in my face and help me breathe. Then when it would pick up she would help me remember to push, of course I wasn’t pushing like she wanted me to. She wanted me to push through the count of 10, take a breath and push another 10 and take another breath and push through 10. I would take a breath, push as long as I could, maybe 8 or so and pant a couple times and my body would start pushing at that point so I would just let it do the work, which felt great, and then I never made it past the count of 5 on the 3rd push. I don’t think I ever pushed through all 3 counts til the very end. I was still kneeling with my butt the wrong way and my dr was trying to encourage me to switch positions cause I was getting no where. I finally got my butt facing him, but my nurse wanted me to flip over to my back and I just couldn’t vocalize to anyone just how much I didn’t want to do it, so I just kept shushing them and telling them no. They finally got me to flip around and grab the bar again and stand up, but it took a little while cause my feet were asleep. At that point I grabbed the bar, beared down as hard as I could and pushed. I think they were counting but I wasn’t paying any attention to them. I could feel her moving down and it felt good! I was still doing well between contractions, but as they were rising and when they were going down was the worst.

Side note: Apparently I was quite the riot while I was pushing cause I was making ridiculous comments some of which I don't remember but everyone else does. I told Dr. Meyer I would pay him double if he would reach up there, grab her by the ears and yank her out. He said he would, but it would hurt a lot worse. Then I said next time, I’m having a kitten so I don’t have to work so hard to get it out. Another time I looked up and looked over at the table with the medical instruments and saw a shot glass and asked “Is that a shot glass? And if so, who gets to do the shot, me or the doctor?” I begged for an epidural or any drugs they could scrounge up, knowing full well I deep down didn’t want one and couldn’t have anything anyway. I also told them that I wasn't pushing anymore until they got me some water, yeah, like I had a choice! Dr. Meyer recognized it as the ramblings of a mad woman and just patiently waited for me to calm down between contractions/pushing.

My 1st pushing urge came about 2:15 and I delivered her at 3:48 so this all happened in that span. While I was hanging onto the squat bar I felt her move way down and Dr. Meyer felt her too. It was at that point that he said something about it being a butt coming out and not a head. I was too involved in what I was doing to care, but I looked right at him and could tell he was freaked by it. At that point he said we have 2 choices: we could either get anesthesia in here and do a c/s or and at that point I wanted whatever the or was. The or was I had to do what he said when he said it and he would get this baby delivered. All of a sudden my ears started working and I just focused in on what he said. He had me lay down as he ordered the nurses to go get a really long forceps called a Piper. I was still pushing cause I had no choice, my body was still in charge. The nurses were having a hard time finding what he wanted and he was getting aggravated. I kept pushing and could feel that nothing was happening and he informed me that he was holding her in and not letting her out til he had what he needed, but I couldn’t stop pushing so he just held her up there while I pushed. He finally got what he needed and then told me that he was going to cut me. I started to argue, but realized the gravity of the situation and just let him. I don’t know if it would’ve been necessary and neither did he, but I didn’t want to take the chance and neither did he. He told me to push and I did, with all my might and felt her slide out. He told me to just keep pushing to get her head out and I did. It was hard because there was no contraction, but I could tell by his voice that I needed to do it and do it quickly so that’s what I did. The immediately took her over to the warmer next to my bed. I thought I would be upset because I wanted her right after she was born, but I could tell something wasn’t right and I just watched as they told me what was going on. Dr. Meyer stood with me waiting on my placenta and telling me what was going on with Clara. She wasn’t very responsive so they were deep suctioning her. Within a few minutes they said she was fine and they were just going to keep her there to keep helping her, but they kept reassuring me that she was indeed going to be okay. Within about half an hour my placenta released and before Dr. Meyer could say anything to me I got a very tiny contraction and pushed on my own and out it popped. He showed it to me and explained what all it was and then went on to stitching me up. They brought Clara over to me and put her on my bare belly and put blankets over us. I was so happy to finally have her and so happy she was okay. Dr. Meyer stitched me up, which hurt, but I was so involved in Clara that I didn’t pay much attention to him.

After he finished up, Clara and I just laid there together getting her all nice and warm from my body heat. I think I realized around this point that at some point during the pushing I had gotten so hot I had ripped off my gown cause I was laying in bed naked and it only then dawned on me. I was on cloud 9, I had my baby in my arms and I had just delivered her!!!!! BREECH none the less!!!!!

I put her to the breast and she latched on pretty quickly with a great latch. She sucked and sucked and it was great. I was worried that she wouldn’t be able to nurse well since she was so early, but she is a champion nurser. We laid there and she stayed latched on and nursed on and off for about 45 minutes. They let me just keep her there with me til I was ready to let her go to the nursery to get cleaned up and checked out. I think it was about 5 or 5:30am before I was okay with giving her up. They brought me in some food and then I went down to the nursery to be with her. Her temperature was low so they put her in the warmer. Before I would’ve said that I didn’t want her to be in there any longer than necessary and I would’ve wanted her just to have skin to skin to warm her up, but for some reason it really didn’t bother me. I went back to the room and got cleaned up while she was gone. They didn’t keep her very long. They brought her back to me and I just snuggled her and nursed her all morning. I couldn’t sleep, heck I could barely sit still. I was exhausted deep down, but I was on such an adrenaline rush that I was sure it would take me a week to settle back down.

There were parts that didn’t go as I had planned, but I had such an amazing team of nurses and such an amazing doctor that understood what I wanted and tried very hard to get me all of it. They knew how important my birth was to me, but also how important my darling girl was, so they kept both things in mind instead of making my wishes take a backseat to their needs as medical professionals. I’m still on a high!!!

The stitches hurt the first day and I still can’t sit directly on them, but that is nothing compared to the pain I go through with a c-section and they are already feeling better than they did yesterday. I know some people that can stand up and be doing everything quickly after a c/s, but I don’t heal from them that quickly so I’m glad I don’t have to worry about it this time. I got my VBA2C, but not just that, I got to experience a very natural birth. I can’t wait to do it again……..wait, I just shifted wrong and felt my stitches again, okay, maybe I can wait a while, but I will forget this pain just like I did my c/s pain after my other kids Smile All of my births have significance, but Clara’s birth was a very healing experience for me because I was informed and was able to consciously take charge of my care.

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Lyla Klaire

Lyla Klaire
7lb 3oz, 18 1/2 inches long
October 6, 2010 @ 7:02am

Me, before all the monitors
We got up at a little after 4am to get to the hospital by 5. Once we got to the hospital I was immediately put in a recovery room and hooked up to monitors. It indicated I was actually having some pretty strong contractions already, some of which I didn't even feel. After they had me all set up on the monitors, they hooked up my IV in my hand. A few minutes later the other nurse was checking something else and discovered that my IV was leaking so she messed with it for a while to get it to stop. I have to say that after that, my IV was even more uncomfortable.

They left DH and I alone in the room for a few minutes before the nurse came back to shave me. I was glad it was an electric rather than a razor blade since I break out in a bad and bumpy rash when I use razors on that area. That nurse left again and in another few minutes the OR tech came in. She was not at all friendly and was obviously there just to get her job done, but she did try so you have to appreciate that. She checked to make sure I was shaved and started gathering stuff together and then left.

After that people started coming in one at a time and explaining different parts of the process to me. A nurse came in and told me who all was going to be there and what their role would be. She also gave me a brief overview of the whole process. A little later my OB came in to check on my and gave me another overview of the whole thing and explained a little more about the actual surgery part. The anesthesiologist was next and she explained the entire process in vivid detail about how the anesthesia part would work. She explained how I would feel, how long it would take, etc. Once she left I started to feel a little panicky. Suddenly the fear set in and I really didn't want to go through with it. I knew that I didn't have a choice and that this was really happening and I needed to come to terms with it. So a laid back on the bed and took some deep breaths and gave myself a pep talk.

A little more than 5 minutes before 7am a group of nurses came in with a wheelchair and wheeled me out. DH was given his scrubs to put on and told to remain where he was until they came and got him. I cannot describe what I was feeling as I was wheeled away from DH.

In the O.R. they had me sit down on this very narrow table where the anesthesiologist first gave me a numbing shot, then she explained everything to me as she put in the epidural needle followed by the epidural catheter. I felt the sting of the numbing needle, but didn't feel much of the rest of the process. My legs and feet started to tingle immediately. They laid me down on the operating table and put my catheter in (which I didn't feel at all, thank God). Someone laid a really warm blanket on top of me, but I hadn't even realized I was cold. Suddenly all these people were there and this curtain thing was being hooked up right in front of me. I heard someone tell someone else to go get the husband, and I knew it was happening.

DH came in and sat down by my head and grabbed my hand. I could feel people touching me on the other side of the curtain thing and knew they were getting ready to get the baby out. I kept waiting for some sort of sensation that I was being cut into, or some tugging or pulling feelings, but before I knew it, I heard a baby crying. Everyone started to talk excitedly and making comments about how cute she was and how clean she was. My little girl was finally here.

Internally I was completely freaking out. I could hear her, but I couldn't see her at all and I desperately wanted to see her and hold her! I have never felt such a desperate feeling in my life. They called DH over to the baby and he jumped up and practically ran over there. I heard them announce her weight and length. Then someone told DH to walk around and show her to me. When he did, he was initially still about 3 feet away from me.
I could see her and she was unbelievably beautiful. It did not feel real at all that this was MY baby. DH came in close and put her right by my face and I kissed by baby girl. I will never forget how warm and soft she was. The told DH to bring the baby with him and follow them to the nursery, so DH left me there and went with Lyla to the nursery where he stayed the whole time.

In the meantime, they were stitching me up. It didn't take long at all and I felt non of it. Once they were done, I was wheeled back to the same recovery room I had been in. I was desperate for my baby and kept asking the nurses when I could have her. They told me that I would be in recovery for 2 hours before I would be taken to a regular room where I would be reunited with my daughter. It was complete torture. About an hour later, DH came in for a few minutes to show me pictures of Lyla he had already taken and told me all about her. He said they were waiting for her temperature to come up to 98 degrees, and then they were going to bathe her. He said that they had to wait until I was in a regular room before they could bring her to me. The nurse then stepped in and said that I would be moved shortly since I was already regaining feeling in my legs, so I would get moved early.
DH got all excited and went off to go get pictures of them washing Lyla.

I got moved a little later, but they didn't bring me my baby as I expected them to. I was left there pretty much by myself, except for a nurse who came in and checked my vitals every few minutes. I was really starting to get the feeling back in my legs and abdomen area and it hurt A LOT. It felt like I was on fire and I was cramping so very bad too. About an hour and a half after I got moved into the room, they finally came in to hook up my morphine to my IV. It was about that time when DH came in with Lyla. Before they even finished hooking up the morphine, most of the pain was gone once I had my baby girl in my arms.
She was born with 2 little bitty skin colored skin tags on her left ear and as a precaution, the pediatrician did an ultrasound to check her kidneys (ears and kidneys develop at the same time). The kidneys are fine.

The whole cesarean was really not as bad as I expected it to be, but that could just be the meds. I lost my morphine drip about halfway through day 1 when I used my hands to push against the bed to reposition myself and did something to the IV and caused blood to start pouring out of my hand. After that they had me on hydrocodone pills. I was up and walking around by that first evening (though I was not standing straight up). I am still sore a week later and have some stabbing pains if I don’t take the serious pain meds. I don’t like how they make me feel all loopy and sleepy though.

Overall, I am extremely glad that we didn’t have any visitors that first day. With my next kid, I think we may just ask everyone to wait until we get home to visit.

Here's Lyla at 1 week old - on my EDD of 10/13/10

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I am going to "start" my story.....may have to save and update when I can...

Delaney Elizabeth Dorine Hood
9lbs, 8oz

It all started on Friday when I believe I lost my plug, my DR. did a stretch and sweep and we were hopeful for the weekend. I had some more plug Sat a.m. and Sat eve and more on Sunday. Was hoping for a 10/10/10 baby but nope.....baby had a mind of it's own.

Went to bed around 12:30 am.....didn't sleep very well at all. Woke up at 5:30 to pee and there was my bloody show....I noticed i was have some contractions so came out on the recliner to track 'em....about 6:00 told DH that this was it and we'd be having a baby today!!!! My contractions were about 5-7 min. apart, didn't hurt but with my history of delivery I called the dr. to see what to do.

She advised me to go ahead and get ready and head to the hospital. As if I waited til' her office opened and then had to go anyways, the traffic into Seattle at that time would be terrible. So I showered, called my mom to come over and we left the house about 8.....stopped at Jack'n'the'Box for some breakfast. Got to the hospital around 9.

Triage checked me and I was 5-6 cm, 70% effaced....said I should walk around, get my contractions closer together....after an hour I was now a 6-7cm. So I opted to go ahead and get the epi knowing after my water got broke I'd be in pure h*ll. @ about 12:30 they came in to do my epi and the first guy didn't find the right spot and I was feeling shooting pains down my leg......I swear I was going to pass out, I was dripping in sweat and miserable....finally another doctor did it and all was well. Well, then my BP dropped down to 80/40....turns out I was highly dehydrated......

The kids had made it to the hospital.....even Ryan!!! I was so happy to have them all there. We decided to let them go ahead and get something to eat quick and we'd break my water after that. I didn't realize they were WALKING to the place and they took FOREVER.

So finally, about 2:30 she broke my water. (I didn't have much fluid at all either....I was really suprised.....it didn't even seem like she broke it) When she checked me I was 8-9cm and the baby was right there.....baby was face up so she wanted me to lay flat and let nature take its course to turn the baby......

Well, my body knows what its doing and sure enough I could feel the baby move down and turn....my epi was starting to wear off and I knew it was time to deliver. I would say I probably pushed for about 10 minutes. DH said I had to work at it this time more than I did with Miranda. I think I was just getting antsy and wanted her out.

It all seems surreal when she came out....like dejavu....they announced it was a girl!!! I really wasn't surprised....heck, I make beautiful girls so why not another.

This is when things got nuts.....all the kids came in......then there was an issue with my insurance and my tubal so I had to call them on the phone....Delaney had low blood sugar so they had to give her a 2oz bottle of formula....I only got to breastfeed for 10 minutes and then they took me to my tubal at 5:00pm. I came back all groggy and just out of it. All the kids had left Sad

I really am kinda sad about how after delivery went but I guess I'm home now and all is well. This is the hardest recovery I've had....it hasn't been hard but the first few days I couldn't do anything myself....the pain in my belly button area was so sore and my back hurt from the epi.

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Isabelle Grace's Birth story

Isabelle Grace’s Birth Story

My due date was Oct. 19 or 22 depending on my midwife or the u/s date and I had been planning for an early arrival my whole pregnancy because my mom had early arrivals with all 4 of her pregnancies. I had told several people during my pregnancy that I would love for the baby to come on 10-10-10 because it would be a cool date for a birthday and it is also my mom’s birthday, but of course I figured the odds of actually getting that date were pretty low. I had my 38 week appointment on Thursday and confirmed with my midwife that the baby was in a good position for pushing her out (I was paranoid that she might have moved into a weird angle or something because I couldn’t tell at all what parts I felt when I poked around at my belly) Friday at work, I told the girl who I was training to cover for my during my maternity leave that I would probably see her Monday because I didn’t feel like I was going into labor any time soon. Saturday, we went to our weekly potluck lunch we have with friends. I was feeling great and enjoying my pregnant belly. My friends commented that I looked like I had dropped which I couldn’t tell if I had or not. DH and I both took a nap for about 3 hours Saturday afternoon during which I had one or two menstral cramp type feelings, but didn’t think anything of that since it had happened before. Also was not having any BH that day which I had off and on from 18 weeks pregnant. Saturday night we went shopping to look for curtains-didn’t find any we liked but got some baby items with a gift card we had. We planned to go out on Sunday to another store for curtains. We both stayed up until 2:30 a.m. watching a movie. When I went to bed I said, “well, I guess I’m not getting 10-10-10 after all, but I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow so I guess that‘s ok. Come on Isabelle, you need to come tonight for 10-10-10!”

I went to bed and DH was doing some stuff around the house. I had just dozed off when I had a really strong menstral cramp type pain around 3 am that woke me back up. Dozed off again and another one hit me and woke me. They kept happening every 15-20 minutes, waking me up. I didn’t really think I was in labor, but was a little concerned that if I was, I was going into it with no sleep since I had stayed up watching the movie. I kept trying to doze in between the cramps, but then I started having really bad gas cramps and having to go to the bathroom especially when the menstral cramp feelings hit, so I spent a lot of time in the bathroom and was having a lot of soft BMs. Still didn’t have any bloody show and the cramp feelings just didn’t seem strong enough to be contractions to me (although obviously they were!) I kept getting up and down and at some point, I decided to go lie on the guest bed so DH could get some sleep since he had finally come in to bed. There was a pile of washed baby clothes on the bed and I spent a while folding them, putting them away and making trips to the bathroom. I kept thinking that I should be having a nesting urge and want to do more stuff around the house if I was in labor, but all I wanted to do was get the bed cleared so I could get some sleep so I would have enough energy. I finally got the bed cleaned off and DH came out and asked me what I was doing. He told me to just stay in our bed and not worry about disturbing him. It must have been 6:00 am or so by now. I went back to bed, but only stayed a few minutes because the contractions were now too strong for me to lie through- I felt like I needed to be up and moving around when I had them, plus I still felt like I had to have a BM every time although I think I was pretty cleaned out by this point. I got up again and went on the computer to read about false labor- I was still in denial that I was in real labor because I thought there was no way I would have actually gone into labor on the date I wanted. Started timing my contractions and they ranged from 3-6 minutes a part and were 50-60 seconds long. After about 4-5 of these, I went in and told DH he should probably pack his hospital bag just in case it was real labor. I still hadn’t called my parents-they live around 3 hours away and were planning to come for the birth. It was now around 7:30 a.m. and I decided I would shower before I called since showering would make the contractions stop if it was false labor. They were now very strong menstral cramp type pains and I would say “oh crap, crap, crap, that hurts!” and kneel on the floor when they hit. I took a shower and yelled to DH when I had them-they were between 3-5 minutes apart the whole time. As soon as I got out of the shower, I called my mom and said “I think I might be in labor, I’m not sure if it is false labor, but I’ve been having these cramps since 3 am and a lot of BMs, but I haven’t had any bloody show. I’ll call you back in a bit to let you know if they continue and if we are going to the hospital.” My mom told me later that she immediately was concerned about them getting here in time since she was sure it was real labor. She repeated what I said to my dad and he said he was going to sleep another half hour then get ready. About 5 minutes later he got up and said “I think I’ll start getting ready now, just in case!”

DH and I both kept getting ready-DH hadn’t packed at all. I had packed everything I could in advance, but I had a list of last minute things to pack and things to do-I went into my work email and turned on my auto reply, emailed my work replacement to let her know I was going to the hospital, got our snacks for the hospital together and a bunch of other things. Contractions were pretty steady at 4 minutes apart and I had to drop to the floor and rock and say my “oh crap” routine with each one. I didn’t feel like answering any questions from DH during them and didn’t want him to touch me either which I had thought I would like being massaged during contractions but that wasn’t the case. I started feeling really nauseous during the contractions and I finally threw up during one of them-DH held my while I threw up and that I didn’t mind. At that point I decided that this had to be real labor and I got a little scared that maybe I was having a super easy labor and had just hit transition or something. I told DH that we REALLY needed to leave for the hospital – I think this was around 9 or 9:30 am. I called back my mom and told her the update and that we were going in to the hospital. I tried to eat some cheerios after this so I wouldn’t have an empty stomach and would have energy later. We still didn’t end up leaving for the hospital until around 10:15 or 10:25 am-my mom called my cell as we were pulling out of the drive way and said they had just left. We said we were just leaving too-we had about a 25 minute drive to the hospital. My contractions continued around 4 minutes apart the whole drive-I was really glad it was a Sunday because there has been a lot of construction in our area and on work days it can take almost an hour to get to the hospital. I was worried about having contractions while sitting in the car, but they really didn’t feel much worse than when I was kneeling. I drank some juice in the car to get my energy up and because I was pretty thirsty. When we got to the hospital parking lot, we paid to park and DH was trying to ask the attendant about if we would have to pay for multiple days for an over night stay. I was having a contraction and I smacked him and yelled “Just park, you can find out later, it doesn’t matter!” We parked and walked in around 11:00 am-I wanted to drink another juice before we went to L&D but I asked at the front lobby if there was a restroom I could use and was told I shouldn’t use it in case they needed a urine sample. The attendant walked me straight up to L&D and into the ward so I didn’t get a chance to drink more juice before I was in their clutches :(. DH had to wait outside L&D until they decided if they would admit me. They hooked me up to the belt monitor and took my blood pressure. I was planning to be seen by the midwives on call and hopefully use the birthing tub, but unfortunately, my blood pressure was high and I was dumping protein into my urine (after having no issues with this the WHOLE pregnancy). Also the rooms with the tub hookup were all full. They hooked me up to an IV with some meds to bring it down but ultimately I ended up having to go to the OB side of the hospital since it didn’t come down. I was checked for the first time in my pregnancy and told I was 5-6 centimeters dilated. I said “YESSS, I didn’t come in too soon!” I was really happy about that since I had planned to labor at home as long as possible. They had me answer all the questions for the admitting paper work and then kept me in that room for about 20 minutes while they monitored me. I started getting really uncomfortable on my back and sat up after a while. That made one of the nurses come back in since it messed up their monitoring. I told her I needed to go to the bathroom and she said they needed me to lie down. I was like “so should I just pee on the table here?” and she said “no, just let us get a good reading during a contraction to make sure the baby is ok then I will let you go.” I was like “baby is fine, its just your monitors”, but I laid down through another contraction so they could get the reading they needed, then she let me go. I didn’t actually have to pee and I didn’t try too hard to have a BM since I figured at that point there was nothing left and I might be actually feeling an urge to push and didn’t want to make my cervix swell. I sat on the toilet for around 4 contractions or so just so I could labor in that position without them bugging me. While I was in there I saw I had started having bloody show. I could hear DH talking to a nurse outside the door, they had let him in since I was going to be admitted.-I was hoping I could wait until the nurse left to come out of the bathroom and sneak a juice from him since he had our snacks, but she didn’t leave and I finally had to come out. They told me they were taking me over to the OB side since my pressure hadn’t come back down and I would have to use the belt monitor. I wasn’t too happy about that, but I didn’t argue at that point because I was still able to deal with the contractions while on my back so I figured I wouldn’t make an issue of it unless it became too hard to handle them lying down. They put me in a wheel chair and took me to the delivery room. I told them I didn’t want a male dr. to deliver me, I wanted a female dr. or a midwife under a doctor’s supervision. I think this caused some issues for them since most or all of the OBs on call were male, but they found someone because all of the people who worked on me were female. When I got there, I stayed sitting on the bed for around 3-4 contractions. The nurse, Taylor, was very patient with me. Some other nurses or residents came in and she said something like “She doesn’t want a lot of interventions, but we need to get her lying down and on the monitor or she’s going to have every doctor in the place in here thinking something is wrong.” So I lay down and let them put the monitor on. Taylor offered to break my water and I told her “no, I’ve heard that makes your contractions harder”. She told me if she did she could put on an internal monitor on the baby so I could get up and move around in labor like I wanted. I was like, “no, I don’t want internal monitoring; I will deal with the contractions on my back”. Someone also offered me an epidural and I said No! and one of the other nurses/residents said “she is doing a natural birth and she is handling the contractions just fine”. After that no one offered me anything else. I continued to labor on my back and would squeeze DH’s hand during the contractions. It felt like the contractions were further apart than they had been at home, but when I asked, I was told they were coming 2 minutes apart. They still were about the same strength as when I was having them at 4 minutes apart and they felt like menstrual cramps from hell but they were not at all bad enough that I would have wanted an epidural, I had no problem taking the pain. The nurse left the room a couple of times and I made DH sneak me juice to drink when she did since they weren’t letting me have anything but ice chips. That was some good juice! I kept feeling like I had to have a BM and I asked the nurse to check me again because I wanted to know how close I was. She said that I wasn’t ready to push quite yet and checking would just cause unnecessary discomfort. I labored for what I remember as 1 or 2 more contractions but may have been longer since my sense of time was totally messed up at this point, then I told her that I felt like I had to push because I really wanted her to check how close I was. I didn’t feel like the urge was uncontrollable and I didn’t ever hit transition, at least not as its described in what you read. I just wanted to be close to the end. She checked and told me I was complete with a bit of a lip that she thought she could push out of the way so she had me push with the next contraction. I did not like pushing, a lot of women said it felt better to push than not to push or it was a relief after contractions-to me it was a lot harder work than I had anticipated and I actually preferred the passiveness of just letting the pain of contractions roll over me to the effort of pushing. I started pushing around 12:15 p.m. and my parents were still not at the hospital-they had called again a while earlier and were about 30 minutes away when they called. At some point while I was pushing, my mom came into the room and rushed over to me. She was like “your almost done, honey, you’re doing great!” and looked like she was more frazzled than I was! I said “this is HARD!” and she was like “I know, it IS hard!” She was also stressing because there was a miscommunication about how many people were in the room with me and they had not let my dad in and he had the camera to take pictures. She kept trying to go find someone to call down and get him in and Taylor kept telling her, “Grandma, your daughter needs you to hold her legs and help her NOW!” Someone did get the message down there because my dad came into the room a few minutes later. Taylor told me that I was doing 1 good push and 2 bad pushes with each contraction so I stepped it up and pushed super hard with each push which felt awful-it was like having the biggest bowel movement of my life-I don’t think painful is quite the word, it was more like the awful feeling when you throw up or have diarrhea cramps- a really strong, yucky expulsion feeling. With one big push I felt liquid and thought my water had broken, but apparently it was just me peeing myself Smile Then with another big push, I felt more water and that time it was my water breaking-I think it was very close to the push when she came out. I couldn’t feel how close she was to being born but they must have told me as she started to come out because I was pushing with my eyes closed, but I opened them as she came out and saw her come out and the dr. catching her and lifting her up-she was bloody and slimy and pink. She was born at 1:00 pm on 10-10-10, around 2 hours after I arrived at the hospital and weighed 5lbs 11 0z and was 19 1/2 inches long. My mom said “Oh honey she’s beautiful!” They didn’t put her on my chest right away which I was disappointed about. I saw my husband cut the cord and they took her to the side and started cleaning her up. I didn’t hear her cry right away and I kept asking if she was ok and why I didn’t hear her crying. My mom kept reassuring me that she was fine. The dr. and nurses were massaging my belly to get me to deliver the placenta. I kept asking why I couldn’t hold her and have her breastfeed to help deliver it. It felt like they were massaging me forever-they did finally let me hold the baby for a few minutes then I handed her to my husband. At some point I pushed out the placenta and they checked me for tearing. I had 3rd degree tearing and had torn my sphincter. I told them to please give me a shot to numb the area before they started stitching me up. There were 3 women working on my to repair me and it felt like all six of their hands plus a truck were being shoved up both openings-the feeling was the same as when the baby was crowning which was awful-the numbing didn’t do anything and I made more noise during this than during all of labor and delivery. They kept offering me an epidural which I still kept refusing, I told them to ignore all the noises I was making and just keep working because I was fine. They were triggering my push muscles whenever the tried to stitch me so after a while they gave me something, Demerol I think, to make my muscles relax-they said it would make me sleepy. NOT! Whatever they were doing was painful enough that all that the drug did was make me kind of stupid (er Lol Finally after around an hour of trying unsuccessfully to sew me, they said that they HAD to take me to OR and either give me an epidural or general anesthesia to do the repairs properly. I was kind of stupid from the demerol and at first told them to give me anesthesia because I didn’t want an epidural (can you tell I REALLY didn’t want the epidural Smile ), but they told me parents that it would be a lot better and I would recover faster if I had the epidural. When my parents tried to reason with me, it did sink in that the epidural was the lesser of the two evils, so I finally agreed to it. Before they took me to OR they also told me they had to take the baby to the nursery while I was in OR. I said I wanted DH to stay with her in the nursery the whole time and they told me he couldn’t go in the nursery with her because it was against hospital policy. I was like “I don’t care, that doesn’t make any sense, it’s a stupid policy” I told him to at least stand outside the glass and watch her the whole time and I repeated that I didn’t want her to get any formula or pacifiers. And I found out afterward that it wasn’t actually the policy and they DID let both my mom and my DH wait in the nursery the whole time so I don’t know why the nurse who said that thought that they couldn’t? After that, it was off to OR for the epidural- I remember thinking while they gave it to me that at least I didn’t have to worry about holding absolutely still during contractions so they probably wouldn’t miss! Once I had the epidural, the demoral worked and I was out like a light for whatever they did in OR. When I woke up, they told me they had successfully fixed me up and my DH would be able to come in the room shortly. He came in and told me he had been with the baby in the nursery which I was happy about. Once the epidural wore off, they took me to my room and I waited for them to bring the baby to me. There was a delay in communication and it took about a half hour for them to bring her-I finally got her around 6 pm My mom told me later that at around 5:30 pm the nurse in the nursery had told her it was policy to give infants formula after 4 hours and since it had been 4 ½ already they wanted to feed her. My mom told her I was already back in my room and could they please wait a little longer. My husband had gone back to the nursery and confirmed that he had just come from my room and I was in fact in there. Since Isabelle wasn’t showing any signs of distress they agreed to wait. So when they finally brought her to me, I was able to breastfeed her and she latched on right away and nursed great which was the absolute BEST feeling in the whole world! I was feeling pretty sore as the epidural wore off, but when she nursed I got a hormone high that took away all the pain while she was nursing. We were in the hospital until 9 pm Tuesday night-we were supposed to be discharged around noon but the dr. on call apparently couldn’t find time to put in my discharge in the computer? So that was frustrating, but the nurses were all super nice and helpful and overall I didn’t mind being in the hospital as much as I thought I would-I actually was kind of glad to have the help and advice from the nurses during that initial period.

Now that we are home, Isabelle is doing great. Breastfeeding has continued to go very smoothly which I am thrilled about and I am feeling much less sore as each day goes by. While I didn’t get to do as natural a birth as I had wanted, I feel like the interventions did not interfere with my bonding or establishing a good breastfeeding relationship and I am proud of myself for being able to labor and deliver without any pain meds even though I didn’t get to deliver with the midwives.

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Natalie Hazel S
7lb .6oz
21.5in (hospital) or 20.5in(pedia)
Oct 23. 2010 4.22am

It all started the after my Thursday appt. I went in and was 1-2 cm and 70% effaced. She stripped my membranes and was a little crampy but pretty much stopped once I got home. I was kinda disappointed Friday morning because I had like zero contractions Thursday night. I was still getting lots of plug/blood mixture since the stripping so I figured it would happen sometime over the weekend.

Friday I went on with my day, but I just felt weird physically. We went for a walk at the mall, and then I walked to pick up my dd from school. This was the day dh pissed me off, so I was glad he wasnt at the house at night. He was doing a side job for a friend. When he got home it was around 8pm. By that time I did notice that contractions were there but maybe like every 30-40 minutes since around 7ish. We put the kids to be and around 9 I noticed they were like every 15 minutes and they def. were more noticable. I was still mad at dh and just not feeling good, so around 10:15pm I decided to go to bed. Then at 10:30 I was trying to time them. They were about 10 minutes at that time, so I decided I should call my sister. She is a birth giving pro, so I figured she would know if this was for real. Through my contraxtions and over an hour of talking to her she def. could tell it was for real, because they were more painful that I kept saying ouch, ouch, oh ouch.. lol I told dh he should call his parents and tell them to keep the phone by their ear just incase but dh mom said she would just come now.

So at 11:15pm I was trying to decide if I should call in or not since they told me to call when they get down to every 5 minutes. I decided that I would take a shower, and see what happens. Well I took a shower and had about 3-4 cxt. I got out and noticed I wasnt in there for long maybe like 15 minutes. So I stood there and watched the clock. There were about 2/3 min, then there was one that was 6 min. So I decided to call. They said to go to L&D. So we headed out. My sister called me on my cell with my bff on the line too, and I told her to time them. The ride took about 40 minutes and they were staying in between 2 and 3 minutes apart.

We got to the hospital at 12:30pm. I checked in, and they came in and checked me. They said I was a 3 and 80% effaced. I was bummed out.. They said they might send me home, and I was like um I dont think so because I was def. in pain!! So I said I was going to walk for an hour and they would check me again. After I started walking was when extreme pain hit. I noticed that every round we took I would have a cxt. so it was basically every minute I would have one. They hurt so bad I would have to kneel on the ground, and just do my little random outburst of cusswords/mixed with my own madeup language.. Homemade hippno talkin! Smile (Yes labor hurts that bad you will say just about anything)

Around 2:40 ish they came and got me to get checked again. I was a 6. They said oh yeah your in labor!! No kidding!! So thats when things started to get fast.. A bunch of people came in and brought stuff. They drew my blood and I mentioned to them I was GBS positive. They asked if I wanted an epideral because this was prime oppurtunity. I couldnt decide! But 2 cxt later I said please. They told me it would take a little bit because they had to wait for my labs to get back before I could have the epideral, so she started the antibiotic IV and and regular one. So from about 3-345am, I lost control. The pain was so extreme, I could not lay down, I had to sit up through every contraction and cuss/pant through everyone. I kept telling the nurse I was going to die!!! Finally around 3:45am, the epi guy came in and started his work. I had two cxt during the process and freaked out because they wouldnt let me move and I had to hold my stomach, it was the only way I could get through it so instead I bit my pillow and grabbed my nurses scrubs and sqeeezed so hard..

They should rename epideral to something like the only shot youll ever love!.. Once he got it working, I felt something that didnt feel right down south. I think it was a little bit of water breaking or the baby head moving but it hurt. I laid back, and then my water really broke. They called the ob resident in to check me and I was a 9cm, station 2? They said my ob was almost to the hospital. I could feel the cxt but it was not in my stomach anymore, it was the pressure that they talk about and it did hurt. Im thankful that I couldnt feel everything or I would still of been in my little zone of cusswords and whatnots..

Finally my ob arrived and they told me what to do. My ob was so extremely nice. He just talked to me in this really soft tone, and was very encouraging. lol.. I started to push but the cxt def. slowed down. Through the pushing I could feel pain along with like stretching. They said I was a really good pusher and probably after about 10 mins, they gave me a very tiny bit of pitocin to pick the cxt up again. They told dh to come look and he saw her head. He had a huge smile and was like, that is cool! Than I did another 10 mins, but I felt like I couldnt push as hard because the top part of my goods just felt like they were going to rip. I told them that and they cut me. The next push and Natalie was freeee at 4:22am!!! They laid her on me, and I just saw dark brown hair and she was trying to cry but I could tell she was gargling. I told them nurse she cant breathe.. My dh cut the cord and they took her over and suctioned her. They had to stitch me up and deliver the placenta.. That felt very weird also. My ob and nurse made me feel so great afterwards. They told me that I did a great job and I should be very proud of myself..

After, I got to hold her! It was awesome! About a month ago, dh was looking through the baby book and saw Natalie. He said it and I said oh I love it. But I said well lets keep it on our list and see what she looks like.. After seeing her she def. looks like a Natalie more than a Tiffany, plus the resident was Russian! Natalie sounds Russianish a little..:smile:
Dh and I were so tired that when the nurse took her to do all the stuff and give her a bath we both feel asleep. At 7am, they came in and took me to my room which was on a different floor. I told dh to go home, and sleep and come back with the kids. At 9:30 they came in and took Natalie again and I took a nap, ate, and took a shower. Recovery from a vaginal birth is awesome compared to a c/s.. I can get up and down with no problems, move faster, bend over and pretty much do all the regular things but without as much force.. No lifting of course but way way better.. I def. think that going to through labor as hard and fast as I did that labor hurts 10 times worse than a recovery from a c/s, but when involving the tramatics/anxieties/healing pains with a c/s I would do a VBAC again.

The first night was okay at home. She is a great sleeper and eater, but doesnt like to be in the PnP. She will figit and figit until I pick her up and then Bam she zonked out. I think she is going to be like Greg and need to sleep next to me. Im going to try to get it under control before it gets out of control, but for the time being and until Im healed I probably will co-sleep.. Nursing is going great and I already got my milk supply so it has been easier since we came home.. Ds and DD are doing good. Dd is all over her, and can annoy me a bit and ds doesnt even act like shes here..

Oh and I think Daddy Greg was a little tramatized by the whole birth experience.. He was oh so super quiet during labor (which Im thankful for) but almost way to quiet.. I think he was scared!! LOL! Im really glad he didnt touch me during contractions too. It probably would of been bad for him.. hehe Oh and my dumb butt left my camera card in our computer, so we have like 10 pictures that I cant get off my camera or are deleted now. I was so upset but nothing I can do about it now. Im going to try to find my cord to see if that will download them off but if not Ill just have to try to keep it in my memories..

Other than that Im def. 100% happy I got my VBAC.. Something Ive wondered about and wanted since I had my first c/s. I def. would incourage more women to think about it and try to give more strengh to..

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Odin Emmett (Polish Last Name Here)
October 18th, 2010 2:15pm
9lbs 2oz
Labor was 40(ish) hours

Thought I might be going into labor before the weekend started. Some random contractions here and there but more because I was so focused on getting everything in order. Drinks chilled in the fridge for MW and assistant, olive oil and cookie sheet upstairs in birth area, ect. That was Friday night Oct. 15, also went to go see a movie by myself that night. Had some reg. contractions throughout the movie but didn’t really pay attention to them.
40 week belly, during labor

Saturday I went to a baby consignment event and got a ton of great things for only $30. Again, really needed to get out of the house by myself and get a few last minute things. Was having contractions all day here and there. Some of the consistent ones were 10-15min apart but again I didn’t really think much of it. Met DH and DS on my way home to get some last minute things at Costco and Lowes and ate Hawaiian BBQ for lunch, yum! We didn’t get home until about 3pm but I was still able to get in a nice 2 hour nap. After naps felt like DH and I needed to do something special with Ryland so we took him to see a movie (something with owls). We never let him watch TV or anything so he was beyond thrilled. Contractions were about 10 min. apart during the movie but I was still thinking nothing of it. Too bad popcorn and apple juice was my dinner that night since I was still full from lunch…lol. We went to bed about 10pm and I just could not settle down, contractions kept coming. I let DH pass out and tried to use my hypnobabies tracks to fall asleep. After about 2 tracks I realized it wasn’t going to happen. Got up and swept the downstairs as well as scrubbed out the kitchen sink, thank you OCD! Still couldn’t sleep and I knew contractions were coming closer so I started timing them for real about midnight. They went were a lot closer than I gave them credit for at about 5 min. apart. That’s when I knew this might be for real. By 4am I woke up DH to let him know that this was probably going to be it. Normally he gets up for work at that time so he got a full night sleep, gosh I wish I had been able to also. By 4am contractions were 2-3min. apart so we waited 30min and then called the MW. I felt so bad calling early like that but this was like the first time I’d been in labor so I didn’t know how fast/slow things would go and 2-3min apart lasting 1min each seemed like more than adequate. I knew they would have a 1-1.5 hour drive to get here so I didn’t want to chance it. MW’s arrived by 6pm and there was no denying that I was in active labor. Should point out that my MW was still out of town so we had her back up whom I ended up loving even more! We have a lot in common and even homeschool(ed) our child(ren) using the same type of curriculum. The MW in training that I usually see was there as well, a familiar face.
I had made it clear that I didn’t want to be checked (didn’t want to be disappointed by lack of progress like DS1’s birth) so I don’t really have too many times and cm dilated to go on. I asked them to take notes in case I wanted to know later so that’s all I have to go on. I labored upstairs in our large walk-in bathroom and master bedroom. In the beginning I liked being on all 4’s using the birth ball for support. I was totally able to relax through things using all my hypnobabies techniques. Also moved around to sit on the birth ball with my head on the bathroom vanity, another nice position at times. I pretty much did most of the laboring Saturday morning/afternoon alone while relaxing into various positions. I will say that it was active labor the entire time MW’s were there and I had to vocalize through it using deep O tones. DH took care of Ryland downstairs while making sure all the ladies upstairs had everything needed and the MW’s monitored and hung out in the den right outside our master bedroom. Sometime around 4pm I decided that I wanted MW’s to check me but not tell me the progress. I was getting kind of tired at this point and I think that I just wanted the option of knowing that something was happening even though I didn’t really want numbers. They did their check and then told me that they were going to go out and explore town for an hour while I relaxed. That didn’t discourage me but it did signal to me that I had some time to go and that I need to pace myself. (Turns out I was a 5! Already 1-2cm more than I’d ever gone before!)I relaxed in the shower for a while and continued with my birth ball positions. When they got back MW gave me some homeopathic stuff that picked up strength of the contractions. I got in the bath for a while and that felt really nice. This continued on for hours. I worked that birth ball really hard I think because I have something similar to rug burn on my chin and left cheek, ouch!

Wally put Ryland to bed around 8pm and I was getting pretty burnt out. I asked to be checked again. Things had been so active in labor and intense during this whole time that I figured stuff must be happening. The MW was great at describing how things felt without telling me a #. (I was a 6 with bulging bag at this point) After phone conferencing with my reg. MW she made the suggestion that she could break my water if I wanted to see if things progressed more. LO was still really high and that bag of water was keeping him from putting too much pressure on my cervix. I was getting so tired at this point and it was nearing 24 hours of labor, and eternity since I slept last. We weighed our options for about 3 hours and decided to have her break the bag. Nice clear liquid, man it was a little painful though, and contractions went from intense to very very intense and longer. It was at this point that it was getting harder for me stay balanced through them and exhaustion was taking its toll. More hours went on and I wanted another check because I really could take it much more. I also told her to tell me the number and all. I was a 7 and the baby had engaged and was descending (can’t remember station) but more progress in those few hours than a good portion of the day. Encouraging so I struggled through a few more hours determined to do it. I hit a wall about some point and nothing worked, ball, bath, moving, lying, ect. We all had sat for an hour or so in some random position while taking turns putting massive pressure on my lower back, the only things that made the end of each contraction bearable. Everyone was exhausted. I finally had enough and at 3pm, after much thought and heartache, I made the choice to transfer to a VBAC friendly hospital 30min. away. I knew that I wanted to have a natural birth so bad, but there is a time a place for everything, and this was the time for some rest if I was going to get my VBAC and I knew an epidural would help with that.

We got to the hospital by 4am and it took 1.5 flipping hours to get that epidural. They had to run a blood panel that I didn’t have since I hadn’t seem an OB and required I have a bag of fluid before getting the epi. I was ok playing by the rules for that as long as I got that rest. The bag of fluid was evil and made the contractions 1000 xs stronger and longer while I waited for my blood panel. Seriously, I think they wanted to muzzle me because I was so darn loud and vocal, beyond the point of being able to manage my own pain. I felt out of control. Turns out baby had turned posterior at some point during labor so things kicked up a notch on the pain scale. Nurse also noticed some merconium in the fluid I had, something that had not been present when my water was broken. Once I got the epidural it was like night and day. I passed out a few minutes later and got about 4 hours sleep despite being poked around at by the nurses. Wally and our MW got some much needed sleep as well. The MW student was such a blessing and stayed at our house with Ryland so we didn’t have to wake him or find someone to care for him. During sleep baby descended and I went from a 7 to a loose 9. By 10am I was complete and got a coached lesson in pushing from the MW and nurse. That 1st hour was just a practice to see what would happen. The 3 hours following were in earnest. I got on hands and knees for 1 hour but my back hurt so bad that I could bear it. The last 2 hours I was in some odd side position that had me on 1 leg and 1 foot for better traction. The back labor was so painful and intense that this was the only was bearable position. At the very end I ended up on my back somehow even though all I could think about was getting on my hands and knees. I kept my eyes closed for most of the pushing as it helped me focus more. Wally and the MW’s were right there alongside me holding parts of me and helping find where to push. I had the epidural turned off during all the pushing but it took a while for things to be not so numb. My husband was the best because he supported my head and one leg and used all this strength to push right along with me. I don’t even know how to express how much that helped me feel powerful; I knew he would stand in my shoes if he could have at that moment and take all the pain and exhaustion away.

The last 30 min. were probably the most intense though my memory of them is foggy since I was so inside myself with eyes closed. The doctor did a scan and discovered baby was posterior. There was some internal maneuvering around even though baby was turning nicely on his own. I was given a numbing agent on my lady parts and heard talk of cutting though I’m pretty sure I growled out ‘let me rip’. Baby crowned for a long time. Contractions were very close but they were patterned one big one small and I pushed mainly on the big ones while resting on the small ones. I remember commenting, “this is the worst poop ever”…lol. Nice. Then, finally his head was out and soon panic hit the room. I remember opening my eyes for a second to see why everyone was so crazy and realized my room of 5 people had turned into a room of 30 some people so I closed my eyes again and retreated back in. After the head the rest of the body seems like it was stuck and wouldn’t deliver. The doctor must have thought that the cord was holding him back (looped around his shoulders but not tight) and tried to get it over his head with no luck. So he cut it. It took 4 more minutes for the Odin’s shoulders to come out and then the rest of his body. The doctor was pulling. Seemed like 4 nurses pushing and pounding on my stomach and pelvis, someone was even on the bed pushing on me. Two people on either side were ripping my legs apart in what felt like the splits. People were yelling at me to push, and I was pushing with everything I had, but there wasn’t a contraction and it was like pushing with no force. Once that contraction hit though he was out despite all the crazy stuff they were doing to me. For some reason they slid him on my chest for a split second, just long enough for me to feel his warmth. And then they took him away without a cry and without life in him. I remember that I kept talking to him even though I could barely see what was going on with the crowd of doctors and nurses around him. He had a heart beat but wasn’t breathing and had been delivered 4 minutes after his cord was cut. They had a bag they were using to get him to breathe and kept shoving tubes down his throat to suck out merconium that wasn’t there. He was just laying there and not moving. His apagars during the time in my room were 2, then 4, and finally 6 before they took him off to the NICU. I got to hear 2 tiny cries and touch his head as they took him away.

1-2 hours old

I didn’t even know they delivered my placenta and the doctor was very gentle stitching up my 2nd degree tear. Hurt worse when they pushed on and massaged my uterus. Gauze was missing from the clean up count so I had to have an x-ray right after to make sure it wasn’t left inside me. Ack, luckily all clear though they never did find that gauze pad. I thought that I would feel amazing and high after having my VBAC, but honestly I felt really numb after and couldn’t processes any emotion. I was so drained. I had 2 visits from the head of the NICU while still in my labor room and getting cleaned up. The first visit was to let me know about the concern over lack of oxygen for so long and worry of infection, his temp was currently 104. The second visit was to encourage me to let them transfer him to the Intensive Care Nursery at a medical center over 2 hours away for immediate treatment. Wally had gone to get Ryland at this point so I signed the release on my own and filled him in over the phone.

The nurse wheeled me to my post-par. Room, which was going to be shared with another mommy just coming from her c/s. I wasn’t thrilled about sharing a room. The nurse had to use a catheter on me since my bladder was preventing my uterus from going down and seriously took out more pee than I think your body should ever hold. A few minutes later I had people come in to have me sign papers for Odin’s transfer by helicopter. I was then taken to the NICU to have Odin baptized before his flight and see him up close for the 1st time. Poor guy was hooked up to all sorts of stuff and all I could do was hold his little hand. UCSF team came very soon after (they had to get him hooked up to his treatment with the 1st 6 hours of life) had me sign more papers, put him in a travel incubator thing, and off they went. Wally and Ryland got there just as they were loading up so Ryland got to see the baby for 2 min. and Wally got to say good-bye. It was heartbreaking. We went back to my room to find that they had changed my room to a private room. The nurse had found me a pump and stocked my room with loads of juice, snacks, and extra pillows. Wally and Ryland went home later that night to sleep and I finally got some much needed rest. I was so thankful for that private room because the hormones hit finally and I lost it listening to other babies crying down the hall. I can’t imagine how it would have felt rooming in with another mommy and her baby. I just remember feeling that is was so unfair and that I was the only new mom there without a baby. I got discharged at 2pm the next day, even though they suggested I stay another day, and we drove the 2+ hours to be with Odin that evening.

Last week I spent a lot of time 2nd guessing my choice for a VBAC. Would all this have been prevented if I had just had another c/s? Had wanting this so bad been totally selfish and actually ended up hurting the baby? This week I’ve come to terms a little better since things have calmed down. I am happy that I got my VBAC. My body knew what to do and did it. I gave birth to a 9lb baby on my own and proved all the doctors who told me I was too small for anything over 5-6lbs wrong! I’m still really scared of getting pregnant again though and beyond scared of birth itself (vag. Or c/s) at this point it time. We really wanted to plan for baby #2 and #3 close together but I may need a lot more time to heal before we go there. Wally is a mess too. Not only from all the emotional stuff we have just been through, and the fear of giving birth to another baby, but also the financial impact of this whole ordeal has his on edge. The cost alone of all the NICU stay’s, and life flight, will probably be more than our house is worth even after insurance picks up their end. And the $4500 home birth we payed for out of pocket won’t be reimbursed now. I think he has the weight of the world on his shoulders right now and I feel for him.


Last week we stayed the entire time in the NICU with Odin. It was a hard week and took a toll on my body. He had various treatments including a cooling blanket (body kept at 93 degrees for 3 days), several days of morphine, MRI's, and antibodics. there was a lot of worry over his brain and such. We were able to come home Sunday night almost a week after his birth. His health looks great so far, just some nerve damage on his right side arm, and we will be following up with doctors to make sure all stays well as he grows.
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Lucas Daniel's Birth Story

Lucas Daniel
10/27/10 10:01 am
6 lbs 1 oz, 19 1/2 inches

I will start this on Mon 10/25. I woke up at 4:30 am w/ contractions which were about 10-15 min apart. I couldn't sleep and was sure this was it, so I got into the shower at 6:15 am. Well, during my shower the contractions disappeared. So I wasn't in labor after all Sad and went to work that day and felt fine the rest of the day.

On Tues 10/26 I had my 39 week appt. My doc checked me and said I was between 1 and 2 cm, and about 80% effaced. She asked if I wanted her to strip my membranes, and I said sure, since I was so ready to have my baby already. I didn't get past 39 wks w/ my DD, so I was surprised I was still pg at this point. So she stripped my membranes, which really hurt, and she commented that she could feel baby boy as he was really low. She said if I wanted she would induce me on Thurs, since that was the day she was on call at the hospital. (There are 6 docs at my practice, so the one that delivers you is just whoever happens to be on call that day, and you see all of them while you are pg.) I didn't really want to be induced. I still felt good, baby was doing great, and I was terrified of all the negative side effects that could happen w/ induction. So she told me to call her if I changed my mind, and I went off to work. I had maybe a few more BH contractions than usual, but other than that not much effect from having my membranes stripped.

On Wed 10/27 I was 39 weeks and 3 days. I woke up at 3:30 am to go to the bathroom, and this is when I lost my mucus plug. I was very happy about that, but was having no contactions or anything, so I went back to bed. I woke up again at 4:30 am, this time feeling a contraction. I started timing them and they were very sporadic, but between 10 and 15 min apart. Keep in mind that this exact same thing happened at pretty much the exact same time 2 days ago, so I wasn't convinced that I was really in labor yet. Well, these contractions got intense and very painful pretty quickly. They were still very sporadic though. They would be 10 min apart, then 6 min apart, then 13 min apart, then 9 min. But I called the answering service at my OB at 6:15 am, because I was in a lot of pain. I had never felt contractions this painful w/ my DD except after they broke her water right before they gave me the epidural. So I was a little scared that my water had broken and that I just didn't notice it. But I had no fluid leaking at all and I was pretty sure I would notice at least a little something if my water had broken. I also had no bloody show. This was my biggest sign that I was in labor w/ DD, so I really expected that this time as well. Anyways, the on-call OB called me back about 6:30 am. I described how painful my contractions were. He asked how far apart they were and I when I told him, he said that they weren't regular enough, to wait until they were 5 min apart to go to L&D since I had no fluid leaking or bloody show. In the back of my head I knew better, but he was the doc, so I listened to him.

I decided at that point to get in the shower. This is what stopped my contractions the other day, so I figured if it was false labor that would stop them, and if not at least I would feel better taking a shower. I told DH to call my mom to get my DD though, since I knew I couldn't drive her to the sitter like this, and she said she would be there around 8:00 am. I stopped timing them in the shower, but I had to get my DH to come in w/ me to help me finish b/c I was having a lot of contractions by then and again they were pretty painful. Finally I got really dizzy and knew I had to get out of the shower. I barely made it to my bed, where I had a few more contractions. I just didn't want to move around at that point b/c it hurt too bad. I knew I had to get to the hospital ASAP, it just seemed to take forever at that point b/c I was stopping to breathe/yell through contractions every few min. I finally managed to get some clothes on w/ DH's help, and my mom had picked up Lily and taken her to the sitter. As soon as I could make it to the car, which was a slow process, we left to go to the hospital. Luckily it is only a 10 min drive from my house. I called my boss on my way to the hospital to tell her I wasn't coming in to work b/c I was definitely in labor!

When we got to the hospital it was 8:50 am. There wasn't anyone at the front entrance, so DH went and got me a wheelchair and we went directly up to L&D. I told the lady at the desk there that I was having a lot of painful contractions. She wanted to send me back down to registration! I said please, was there any way my DH could do that b/c I was in a lot of pain! She said okay, and they put me in a triage room. It had to be at least 9:00 am by the time I got there, and it was another 10 min or so before anyone came in to look at me. I labored through at least 3 or 4 more contractions while I was waiting, and all I could think of was getting an epidural and fast! I was never in this much pain w/ my DD's labor. The nurse came in and told me to undress and put a gown on and she would check me to make sure I was going to stay. She did comment during my contractions that she was pretty sure I would stay by the sound of it! Well, she checked me and said, um yeah, you're 8 cm, you're definitely staying! :eek: She also asked if my water had broken. I said no, but she kept saying she couldn't feel my bag of waters, although said it might just be b/c baby was so low and blocking it. At this point about 3 more people rushed in to get me transfered to an actual labor, delivery, and recovery room.

This freaked me out a bit. I knew the minute that she said 8 cm that I wouldn't have time for an epidural, even though I asked and they said they would try to hurry one through for me. I just couldn't believe that I went from feeling nothing to 8 cm so quickly. No wonder I had been in so much pain at home! I was happy to see though that 2 of my nurses were the same nurses that helped me when I had DD. And the on-call doc at that point was my favorite, even though it took them awhile to locate him! (He also happens to be the father of the same doc that told me NOT to come in at 6:30!) The other nurses asked my head nurse if she was ready to catch this baby if she had to! They kept asking if I felt like I had to push, but I told them I wasn't sure, since I couldn't feel it w/ my DD and didn't know what that felt like. I had just a few more contractions and was feeling a lot of pressure during them, so I told them that. The nurse checked and said I was pretty much complete, w/ just a little bit of a lip, and they finally found the doc then and set up everything so I could push. I'm not sure exactly what time all this was happening now, it was all happening so fast. So they set up the bed so I could push, and told me to push during the next contraction. I will say, I tried, but like I said, couldn't feel anything w/ my DD, so I had no idea what I was doing. They told me to hold my breath and bear down, but the contractions were so painful that I just wanted to breathe through them. Pushing hurt and I didn't like it! I asked if there was any other pain medicine they could give me, but they said nothing that would help at this point. I knew I was on my own! After pushing through that 1st contraction (well, trying to push, I definitely wasn't doing it right) the doc did something, and my water finally broke, at 9:57 am. I think that surprised him, since he was also commenting that he couldn't feel my bag of waters and they kept asking if I was sure my water hadn't broken. There just wasn't a lot of it apparently. This is also when I told him that natural child birth wasn't my idea and I was blaming his son who told me not to come in yet for this! That made him laugh! Biggrin

Well, I felt another contraction coming on, so I told them that. I started to push, but only really half-heartedly b/c all I wanted to do was breathe through it and have the pain go away! I had my eyes closed. Well, my head L&D nurse said "Open your eyes and look at me! You need to hold your breath and push to get this baby out!" This got my attention. I held my breath and pushed as hard as I could, and out came his head! I know now the meaning of the ring of fire!!! I was screaming I'm sure, and wondering why the rest of him wasn't just sliding out. Then it occurred to me that I had to push the rest of him out. So I pushed again as hard as I could, and he was born at 10:01 am! My DH said the doc wasn't prepared for him to come out that fast, and had turned around for a second and almost didn't catch him! Well, I was in so much pain and shock still that I wasn't super concerned about my baby yet. I know that sounds bad, but that burning feeling just wouldn't go away yet, and I was still screaming and telling my nurse that it hurt! Then the doc needed to deliver the placenta, and I just wanted it out as soon as possible. I asked if there was anything I needed to do and he said no, but I think I kept trying to push it out anyways. Well it did come out a minute or 2 later, and I finally felt much better and at that point tried to figure out what was going on w/ my baby boy.

The doc said I had some minor tearing and needed 3 stitches. The nurses asked if I wanted some pain medicine at this point, and I said "YES!" So they gave me some Stadol, which miraculously kicked in pretty quickly, and the doc numbed me so he could stitch me up. During this, I told DH to get the camera and take pictures of our boy, b/c everything happened so quickly that we didn't even think of it earlier. He wasn't crying a lot, so I asked if everything was okay, and they said yes. His apgars were 8 and 9, and I was very surprised to hear them say he was only 6 lbs 1 oz! I had expected him to weigh at least a little more than my DD who was 6 lbs 4oz, seeing as how I had carried him a few days longer than her.

After they cleaned him up I was able to bf him. He latched right on and nursed for about 20 min or so. Then they took him to the baby nursery to get a bath and finish all his measurements, etc. They also wanted to monitor his body temp for a bit, since my DD had problems w/ hers, but luckily he was able to maintain his body temp just fine! This was around 11:00 am, and I finally got a chance to call my family and tell them the news, who were extremely surprised to hear that I had already had the baby! Well, DH and I talked for awhile about all the names we were considering that we liked, and we both agreed on Lucas, so I was happy he finally had a name! And we gave him my DH's name Daniel as a middle name, since we weren't going to name him a 3rd like my husband really wanted. The nurses helped me get up and go to the bathroom at this point, and I have to admit that the recovery was much quicker and I felt much better afterwards without the epidural. I just don't think I would chose to do that naturally again!

And so far everything has been going wonderfully! Luke is such a calm and easy-going baby, soooo much different from my DD. He does like to be held all the time and nursed frequently, but I am just enjoying it this time b/c I know that this doesn't last long, and most likely I won't have any more babies. The hardest part has been trying to change his diapers, it's a lot different w/ a boy! I've already been peed on more times than I can count. :rolleyes: LOL, but I'm getting better. And it's easier now that his cord has fallen off and his circumcision is healing. He was slightly jaundiced in the hospital, but we took him to the ped yesterday who said that his bilirubin levels look good now, and he must be a good nurser b/c he has been great at gaining weight! Of course here's a few pics of my sweetie.

With Mommy

Our family (not a great pic, but oh well)

My sweetheart:

In his going home/Halloween outfit:

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Hey ladies

I actually have a few seconds so hopefully I can finish this up quickly!!

Simon Alexander born October 9th at 233pm. Weighing 7 lbs 11 oz and 21 inches long.

Was induced Friday October 8th d/t high blood pressure. Had the catheter dilation the Wednesday which got me to 2 cm. Started the pitocin drip at 1pm. Waited and waited and waited. I started having tightenings after a couple of hours but nothing painful. Being induced sucked because I had to be on the monitor pretty much constantly and couldnt get up except to pee.

OB came at around 5pm, I was about 3 cm so she broke my water to get things "moving". Move they did not. I started finally having "painful" contractions around 10pm. My contractions were still off, lasting only 30 seconds but often only 1 min apart. They started getting pretty painful but what was worse was the back labour I was having as DS was faceup. I broke down and got the epidural around midnight due to the back pain. The contractions although painful were bareable but the back labour was not. I was still maybe only 4 cm at this time. The nurse was telling me I had a lazy uterus.

The epidural unfortunately did not help the back labour (although my legs were very numb and I could not really feel the contractions anymore). My labour progressed slowly all night. By 7am I was about 7cm. At this point I started getting very bad pains in my right hip that were pretty much constant. The nurse topped up my epidural a couple of times with a anesthetic which did nothing but make my legs more numb and cause me to puke everywhere. I was waiting for them to say a csection at this point as the labour had gone on so long and my DS was starting to show signs of distress. I could only lie on my back because any other position caused his heart rate to drop in the 90s. The OB came and attached the internal monitoring to him as we kept losing his heart rate due to his position.

I stayed at 9cm from 11am to around 2pm at which time I finally fully dilated. The OB reached inside me and turned DS facedown. That was a weird sensation. The OB told me it was time to start pushing and that it would probably be hard and I might need forceps I was very swollen from the long labour. She left and the nurse and my DH coached me.

Apparently I am good at pushing because after a couple of pushes the nurse told me to stop and had to call the OB. Of course she was in another labour so now I had to fight the urge to push and wait. They called a Peditrician and the NICU team as well since my DS continued to have some distress with contractions.

The OB finally got there and I pushed him out in like 3 contractions to everyone's surprise. I did end up with an internal tear (on my own) and an episitomy due to swelling.

Simon Alexander was born at 233pm and cried right away! Biggrin I was soooooo happy as I was worried about his distress. He got to stay with us and his apgars were 9 and 9. His poor little left arm was limp when he was born due to brachial plexus (birth injury do to stretching of the nerves). We are not sure if the injury was due to being turned over inside me or if that "hip pain" was his shoulder stuck there. Either way he's much better now with almost no long term effects. He has a little less strength in that side but can move it fine. We are going to physio with him for it.

The OB had to manually take my placenta out as I stopped contracting after he was born. They were worried about me bleeding afterwards but I ended up being fine.

Not my ideal birth but I'm just happy he is healthy and that it was vaginal. If we ever have anymore children I WILL NOT be induced. I dont think my body was ready for it and that is why it took so long.

Here's my little man!!!

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Landon's Birth Story

This is my birth story....from what I remember. I need to check details with DH, my mom, & sister who were there with me & probably remember things better than I do!!!

Landon Michael was born on Friday, 10/29/10 at 347 pm (40 weeks 4 days gestation) via a drug free VBAC!

Wednesday I was in for my 40 week appt where I was 2 cm dilated & 80% effaced (up from 1 cm & 50% previously - which I was at since 32 weeks) Smile My MidWife "lifted" cervix to irritate it while she checked me.
On Thursday, 10/28 at 4 am I noticed that my contractions were more uncomfortable than usual and reached into my back. When I would get them, I would practice my hypnobirthing breathing, even though it wasn't really necessary at that point, but it was good practice & it did help the discomfort . It was the pain that I would get in my back that was most uncomfortable. Sometimes they would be 10 min apart, but they were very irregular so I continued about my day as usual. I was able sleep that night, but every time I woke up, I did notice that I was having a contraction. I told myself that if the contractions continued, even irregularly, I would call my MidWife Friday morning to see if I could be checked at the office, just in case this continued over the weekend, to save myself a trip to L&D.
I woke up around 6 am Friday morning and the contractions were every 10 minutes, regularly. I was suppose to work at 8 am & knew that whether this was the real deal or not, I wasn't going to be able work because I was needing to breathe through the contractions more. I called work to tell them I wouldn't be coming in. I drove in to the clinic, hoping to be seen shortly after they opened at 8:00. DH dropped DD off at daycare & had to be to work at 8:30. It maybe wasn't the smartest move to drive myself in...the contractions were more like 8 min apart & breathing through them on my drive in (about 30 minutes). As I arrived at 8:00, I called the clinic to tell them the situation & see if I could be checked. They said usually they recommend waiting til ctx are 5 min apart, which I knew, but my back was so uncomfortable, I just needed to know if I was making any progress or not. All I could think about was getting in the tub in L&D!!
So I went in, she checked me around 9am & I was 3-4cm dilated & 100% effaced! My MW recommended not going to L&D yet as I would "lose control" over the whole process (have to stay in bed, etc) & recommended I go home. I knew I wasn't going to drive another 30 minutes home! So I went to Starbucks, got a 1/2 caff mocha & breakfast sandwich and went back to my car. I updated DH, called my mom who had just over a 1 hr drive to get to me, also called my brother & daycare provider to make arrangements for DD. A friend who lived near the hospital offered that I could labor at her house for a while if I wanted to. I was going to take her up on the offer until I noticed that my contractions were about 4 minutes apart around 10:30. So I headed back to the clinic & my MW checked me again. I was now 5-6 cm dilated, so she said to head over to L&D!
Last belly picture...checking into L&D & trying to smile through a contraction Smile

It was around noon when I got to my L&D room. First thing they did was start my IV & draw some blood...after four tries!
Listening to my hypnobirthing tracks

Since I was having a VBAC, I had to be monitored continuously, but thankfully they have portable monitors that are able to go in the tub too! So I hopped in the tub. I listened to my hypnobirthing CD's & just relaxed in the tub. The tub felt really good. If it weren't for my back, I really wasn't having that much discomfort, I didn't feel much in my stomach. I have a chronic area in my lower back that bothers me, which is right where I was feeling everything.
Enjoying the tub..

I sat in there til around 2pm, and then my MW said lets check me. I only progressed to 7cm in those 2 hours in the tub, so she broke my water. From there things totally intensified & I feel like I lost control. We didn't get my hypnobirthing CD moved from the bathroom to the birthing room, and my contractions intensified immensely after my water was broke. It wasn't long....30 minutes maybe and I was complete & ready to start pushing. This went nothing like I had anticipated from my hypnobirthing training...no gentle breathing the baby down, etc. I was out of control screaming & pushing and really wishing I had opted for an epidural!!!!! My throat was sore the next day!
Total, I think the MW said I pushed for about an hour & 15 minutes or so? They ended up placing an internal monitor on baby to better track his heart rate. They also brought a large mirror for me so I could see baby's head, hoping it would motivate me, but when I looked & could barely see the head, it actually frustrated me more. Things were so intense, all I could think was I need this baby OUT! Towards the end, I knew something wasn't quite right because the midwife was telling me to try to relax when I was pushing (how do you do that??) because baby wasn't liking it the way I was doing it. Then she said she needed to do an episiotomy to help baby get out. Obviously, not something I wanted, but I know she only does them if absolutely necessary. Then I heard her saying "If baby's not out in 2 more contractions, we need to call the NICU". After DD spending so much time in the NICU, I did NOT want that. DH was telling me not to worry. The NICU comment made me push with all my might, and baby was born. With the mirror there, I could see the cord was around his neck, which explains everything. He cried very quickly, thankfully. His apgars were 8 &9. They put baby on my chest immediately & he nursed for about the 1st hour!! In the mean time, DH was telling me that baby's HR got down to the 50's & that's when the NICU comment came. The placenta was delivered, cord cut, etc. Then the perinatologist came in to stitch me up because I had a 3rd degree tear. He said he numbed me up....but I still felt a lot....not fun!
Just born...

Everyone was guessing weights for our baby, no one guessed higher than 8 lbs 5 oz although many of us though before he was born that he'd probably be over 9 lbs. But he was 9 lbs 2 oz...just distributed well among his 21 inches of length I guess that he didn't look so chubby to us Smile
It took us a while to decide for sure on his name, but finalized it by the time I moved to my postpartum room around 6 pm.
It's crazy to think that from the time I went to & L&D to his birth was less than 4 hours!!
Landon lost a bit more weight than usual while in the hospital & his bilirubin level was a bit high, so we had to follow up on both of those within the next few days from going home. Both are fine now Smile Things are going well at home. I've been very determined to get the breast feeding thing to work this time, and other than a lot of discomfort to start off, things are getting better & so far so good!!! I'm super excited for that!
DD all in all is doing well with her little brother. She was sick the weekend when he came home, so she spent some extra time at Grandma's (and why you see her holding him while wearing a mask). She is happy to help me out most of the time. But, the three of us haven't been home alone yet, which I'm quite nervous for!! The time will come this week though!
My recovery is going well now. I do have to say though, I think I bounced back from my C-section quicker than I did this time. It must be due to the tearing & stitches that I have...and maybe partly due to the fact that last time I wasn't recovering with a newborn & preschooler at home with me! I'm slowly feeling more comfortable though, which I'm happy for.
Oh, and as far as his kidneys, the pediatrician said that usually the issue resolves itself by the time they're 1 month old. At that time they will do an ultrasound of his kidneys to check them out. In the mean time, he is definitely peeing adequately - all over the place as little boys tend to do!!! (Big difference from changing girl diapers!)

I brought him in for his follow up pedi appt yesterday (1 1/2 weeks after birth). Everything went great & the pedi was very pleased with his weight....up to 9 lbs 10 oz and 22 inches long Smile

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Aiden Alexander’s Birth Story

8lb, 7.9oz
20 1/4" long
14 1/2" head

When I still had no signs of labor at my 41 week OB appointment, I scheduled an induction for 41 weeks, 3 days (Monday, November 1st). I arrived to the hospital at 3:30pm that day (still no signs of labor). The OB started me on cervidil at 8pm. At 10pm I started having contractions anywhere from 10-15 minutes apart. Throughout the night I walked and moved around and got contractions to be longer and closer together. At 4am they started me on pitocin. At 8am the OB broke my water. Contractions really took off from there (a minute long, 2-3 minutes apart). Since I was on pit, I had to be monitored off and on but was able to move around the room within reason. At noon on Tuesday, November 2nd I was checked to be 4cm. At that point contractions were very intense. I had been doing great until then dealing with the contractions, but that became very tough when they turned to 1 ½ minutes long (sometimes longer) with only seconds from the end of one to the start of the next. The next two hours were really rough on me as the contractions became even worse. The nurses insisted that I had to be monitored more often, so I wasn’t able to move around. DH later told me that the contractions monitor kept reading my contractions as so strong that they often went off their chart. At 2pm I asked to be checked. No progress had been made. I asked for the epidural because DH and I felt that the pit contractions were too rough for me to relax enough to let them work well. The epidural went great, but I absolutely hated it with a passion. While I welcomed the relief, I hated the loss of control over the bottom half of my body. An hour after the epi, Aiden’s heart rate dropped very low (down to the 50s at one point) for 3 minutes. It was awful. After that the pit was stopped. I still hadn’t made any progress. The pit resumed later on when the OB approved it. By 8pm that night I was told that I was having great looking contractions, but I still hadn’t progressed past 4cm and that Aiden’s head was at -1. DH and I discussed having a c-section at the OBs suggestion. By then, I wanted the whole fiasco over with. I was miserable and it appeared that Aiden was just not going to come at all. When I still hadn’t made any progress at 10pm, I was wheeled into the OR. Aiden was born at 10:23pm with scores of 8 and 9. He was 20 ¼” inches long, 8lb 7.9oz, and had a 14 ½” head. The OB said after the c/s that he didn’t think that Aiden could have ever been born naturally. I think if I had progressed, Aiden could have been born naturally but with injury to the both of us. Aiden as it was had bruises and broken blood vessels from the labor. I hate that I didn’t get the natural birth I wanted, but I am so grateful to finally have Aiden in my arms! He is absolutely perfect in every way. Once I was able to be united with him, he immediately breastfed well. A week later he is back up to birth weight and is a dream baby. I thank God every day for my healthy son.

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I haven't done a birth story yet but someone needs to put me on the arrivals board anyway.

Lexie Marie was born at 3:29 p.m. on 10/12/10 6 lbs. 14 oz. 19 1/2"

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charlotte rosemary was october 7th at 7.12pm

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Well last Thursday I went to my Dr.'s appt. there had been talks for weeks about induction and the week before i was told if my blood pressure was up at the next appt I would immediately be induced. Well it was, after hovering at 140/90 for 8 weeks it went up to 160/100 so my Dr. sent us straight to the hospital for blood tests and a NST. DH and I immediately realized we were having our baby that night and felt sooo unprepared haha.

So we go and we have to wait for the ob on call as it was a busy night but I had an IV put in and knew we were staying. We were sharing a room with another couple who was waiting as well and it turns out that DH went to school with both of them. The Dr. shows up and goes to see the other couple first because they were there before us and I heard the other girl get checked and have her cervidil put in. I remember being terrified after hearing that LOL. Then she came over and checked me and i was 75% and 1 cm dialated. She decides to put in the cervidil which was fun times but not as bad as I thought it would be.

The plan was to have the cervidil in for 12 hours and then start the pitocin so DS was sent home because he couldn't stay the night. when he left i was feeling a little crampy but nothing huge. this was about 11pm. i got into a room with the same girl I was sharing with before. I was super tired, but found i couldn't sleep due to the cramping. I wasn't in huge pain, but it was bad enough I couldn't relax. by 3am I began buzzing the nurse. I told her it was getting worse and she offered to bring me hot blankets. I took them, but was buzzing her every 15-20 minutes or so asking for more. They helped a little bit, enough for me to deal with it. After awhile I buzzed the nurse again. By this point they were probably getting sick of me haha. I told her that i felt sick and she kind of brushed me off and told me it was the cervidil working, not contractions and that labour would be much worse. i felt like i was being a baby so i stuck with it awhile longer and i puked twice in the bathroom. i buzzed her again just to tell her that lol. I asked about removing the cervidil and she told me i would have to have the cervidil taken out and possibly reinserted if it didnt work. i didn't really want to deal with that so i said i would wait longer. soon i had to start breathing through the pain and I asked my room mate if she was feeling the same thing because i kept hearing her toss and turn. She wasn't feeling a thing!

finally around 6am i didn't care anymore i just wanted it out and to sleep. i got in a wheelchair and was pushed down to a delivery room although i didn't relize it at the time. I remember shivering so bad as i was trying to get onto the bed. i was checked there and told i was 3cm so the nurse called DH and told him i was in labour. she offered some morphine which i immediatly took DIDN'T WORK!!!! it just made me loopy i still felt the pain. DH shows up and I told him to get me a pan NOW as I am about to puke again.i am lying there mumbling at him when my water breaks. he runs and gets a nurse who checks again 5cm. almost right away the pain gets worse and doubles i can't take it anymore. It felt like spasming in my stomach as if I had a charlie horse there. I remember talking to the nurse about an epidural and her saying something about 45 minutes and me going I WANT IT NOW!!!!! and she told me no and i wanted to stab her lol. then later she said something about gas and i said GIVE IT TO ME!!! and again she said no. because i was dopey i am not sure how the conversation went down but i was irritated that she was talking about it and not giving it to me lol. I saw someone come in and start setting up a table with tools and thought "oh thank goodness, the epidural person is here!" i felt so relieved only to find out in my delusional state it was a nurse prepping for the birth, not an anesthesiologist.

suddenly i felt pressure like i had to poo and i had watched/read enough to know he was coming. they checked again and said i was fully dialated and i cleary remember saying out loud "oh ****!!!" LOL the contractions hurt so bad, and it was so weird that pushing felt good and made them go away. One of the nurses kept trying to get me to push on my back. She was trying to explain a position I should be in and holding my legs and such but I wasn't having any of that and I wasn't paying any attention to her. I think this irritated her and it just made Lucas' heart rate drop because I wasn't pushing properly. The Dr. had me lay on my side to push and started talking about a vaccuum/forceps because his heart rate dropped to the 40's but a contraction quickly came. i remember they were preparing to get a vaccuum ready and i screamed "ANOTHER ONE IS COMING!!" and they ran to me and i pushed as hard as i could because i didn't want a vaccuum. I felt slight burning when his little head came out but nothing too bad and he was seriously out in like 5 pushes at 7:40am. I am soooo glad that i decided to get that cervidil out and not take it anymore as they didn't plan to take it out until 9am and dh would have most likely not made it to the delivery if i had waited. Anyways they said he was so little at 5.6 because of my blood pressure. his cord is so tiny too but he is so precious