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VBAC Birth Stories

Could anyone who has had a VBAC please post the birth story here. Basically as encouragement for anyone who is planning on trying one soon.

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Charlie's Birth

I was pregnant with Charlie. My waters started leaking at 34wks. I was admitted to hospital as they thought I would go into labour. I didn't, so after a couple of days I was allowed home. I had to be checked twice a week (luckily at home as the hospital is 30 miles away)I had to take my temp twice a day and monitor the fluid I was losing (colour,smell etc) I also had 2 wks of antibiotics to take.

At my 36 wk check my consultant (who couldn't believe I still hadn't given birth) said that at 38 wks he would examine my cervix (Oooh lucky me !!) and if it was ready for labour I would be induced if not I would have a CS.
I was worried about having a trial of labour because of what happened when I had Jamie. He was only 6lb 12oz and there was some concern whether my pelvis was big enough. So the prospect of a CS was a relief to me although I'd had lots of chats with my midwife about what would happen with a vaginal delivery. She assured me that they would monitor me more closely and not let things drag on.

So I was 'happy' to give it a go.

We'd arranged a Bar-B-Q at my sisters as we live away from all our families. This was the last time we'd see everyone before the baby arrived. We had a lovely day but on the way home I felt really uncomfortable but just put it down to the journey.
That night I kept waking up with pains but nothing that I'd not had before.

The next day (Sunday 30th June) I was getting irregular tightenings. I timed them but they were between 4-9 mins apart. I didn't know whether to phone the hospital as we'd had various trips down there when I'd been concerned about something and ended up staying for hours - I know its better to be safe but we'd only just moved and had so much to do and we were all fed up with the long journey, waiting around etc.

I did give in and ring and yes they said to come in to be checked. Off we went. I was put on a monitor which didn't pick up any contractions I was having so I didn't think anything was going on. They suggested I stay in and then see my consultant on the Monday (instead of Wed) and also incase I did go into labour.

Jon and Jamie went home and I spent a boring Sunday evening reading and watching TV. I phoned Jon about 8.30-9 pm and told him to relax and get some sleep as the tightenings had spaced out and I didn't think anything was going to happen. Ha ha!!

I saw the staff change over and after Big Brother I went to bed. All of a sudden I had a really painful contraction - I couldn't move! After it passed I told Penny (MW) and she said if I had anymore she'd put me on the monitor. I did have some more - when she came in I was wiping tears from my eyes! The monitor still didn't pick any up so she put her hand on my bump. As we sat talking she could feel them - every three minutes.

Because my waters had been leaking I never had an exam (risk of infection) but Penny suggested I had one. She did warn me that if I wasn't at least 3 cms the labour ward wouldn't take me so I'd have to have some Paracetamol and walk around. Paracetamol...!!! Woop do dah!!!

Anyway she peered up between my legs and announced I'd be going to labour ward as I was 7 - 8 cms!! I couldn't believe it, part of me was really scared as this was finally it!
I told her to ring Jon as I know I'd burst into tears. This was at 12.30am. As it was, after my exam things got going even more.

Penny and a Health Care lady were rushing around getting all my stuff together. I was wheeled down on my bed as I was incapable of moving.
A strange thing started to happen to me. My body stated to push and I couldn't help but grunt. I knew this was bad as I hadn't been checked and I knew I had to wait for the 'Go ahead' I kept saying 'I can't help it' 'My body's doing it itself'

I was wheeled into a labour room and I HAD to move.I just about made it over and asked for 'something' I was given Entonox - which I thought was crap! It had no effect except to give me something to concentrate on and to bite on!
I did say to Penny (who'd arranged to see me through delivery)that Jon didn't have to be with me as I was OK. He was really worried about the birth as he's really sqeamish.

I can honestly say that the contractions were bearable and nothing like the ones I had with Jamie.
Charlie arrived at 01.27am and it was amazing to see and feel him come out of me. I just sobbed until they told me to see what sex he was.
We actually knew as I'd given in and asked at a scan they did at 34 wks!! None of my family knew - they were convinced it was a girl and even had given me pink things!!

Jon arrived about 5 mins later! He walked in and was amazed to see me holding our son. Jamie came in a few mins later and thought Jon was holding a doll!

Charlie weighed in at a whopping 8lb 8 1/2 oz - not bad at just under 3wks early!!

I didn't get a chance to use my labour bag - I gave birth in my new PJ's!

My labour was timed at 2 hours 3 mins. I had a small tear which didn't need stitching and I went home that afternoon!

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Harry's Birth

Friday 20th February 2004 - my oldest son's 13th birthday!

We got up early and Jamie had his pressies - everything OK...39+6 days!

I began to have tightenings early on - once Jon had left for work...typical! This time they were around my back which made me wonder if things were happening. They weren't painful..just different.

I phoned Jon to let him know but we couldn't decide whether he should come home. I said I would time them and he would ring back in half an hour.

They weren't regular of getting stronger so we left it for another half hour...still the same thing so another half hour passed.

Finally we said he should come home if only to be around should they suddenly start 'properly' - like Charlie's labour. Jon was an hour away from home and the hospital another so this was the for the best.

Nothing else happened for the rest of the day - more tightenings but nothing to make me think I was in labour.

At about 6pm they were slightly more painful so I rang the labour ward for advice. The midwife didn't think anything was happening but said I'd be the best judge and to come in if/when I felt the need. I decided to wait.

As the evening wore on they did get more painful...but still not regular or unbearable so once again we were undecided as what to do for the best! After a good chat we thought we'd at least go down to be examined - better to go at a 'convienient' time than in the middle of the night!

So off we went....we even stopped for petrol on the way!

When we were nearly there I noticed that they were coming every couple of minutes. We arrived at the hospital at 10.25pm. I had some basic checks and then the midwife examined me.

She said I was 5/6 cms dilated and my membranes were bulging - at which point they burst flooding the bed.

This is it I thought - how scary!

Nothing happened for what seemed like ages - Jon went to call his parents as they were coming up to look after the boys.

Gradully I felt the beginnings of another contraction, except this time I felt the need to push. I was given gas and air and told to breathe through the contractions.

The urge got too much and I was told I could push!

This was all happening too fast....

Suddenly the head was out and my beautiful little boy was placed on my tummy.

Harry arrived 39 mins after arriving at hospital and after 4 mins of pushing!

He weighed in at 8lbs 14 ozs and is gorgeous!

I couldn't stop shaking afterwards - I think the shock of having him already was too much!

All our bags were still in the car - I gave birth in my nice white t-shirt!!

I only went in to be checked....and the in-laws didn't arrive for another hour.

Here's me 90 mins after Harry arrived

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December 1, 2005: Successful VBAC

My contactions started at around 8pm the day before. I was watching T.V. and felt tightening. I thought nothing of it and continued with my usual evening schedule. I cleaned the kitchen, watched some t.v, and went to bed. At around 11:30pm I woke up to painful contractions. My contractions were about 7 minutes apart. I filled the tub and sat in there for about 30 minutes (I saw that on a Baby Story once and decided to try it out..hehehe). At around 12:15am, the contractions became stronger and were about 5 minutes apart. I started to walk around the house and debate whether or not I should call the doctor. I never experienced labor with my daughter because she was born via c-section due to failure to progress, so tis was new to me. I called mother at 1am and she said "you better call the doctor, you are in labor!".

I called my husband who was at work until 3:30am. By the time I called him at 1:30 am I was in so much pain I found it difficult to talk through the contractions...ouch! He dropped everything and came rushing home. I then called my doctor who told me to go to the hospital. My husband arrived at 1:45 and while we prepared our daughter for the trip to the hospital my water broke...ewww! I was so excited because I thought "Finally, my body finally knows what to do...hehehe". We arrived to the hospital at 2am and when they checked me I was already 6 centimeters.

They offered me an epidural and I could not say "no" Wink . After I was given the epidural I was walking on clouds... it was great! Wink A pain-free labor...hehehe. Just when I thought everything was going to be smooth sailing and I was sure with my decision, a group of two doctors came and had me sign a consent form. With the consent form they explained the problems that can arise during a VBAC. I was so nervous... but with the help of my husband we decided to push those fears aside and just go with a VBAC. We had already done research before hand and were pretty optimistic that everything will work out.

At 7:45am I was a full 10 centimeters and ready to push. I wanted to see my son so badly. Since I had an epidural I was able to relaxed throughout the last series of contractions and conserve my energy. When my doctor said "push" I made sure I pushed with all of my might and before I knew it, my little peanut popped out after 3 long hard pushes. The whole eperience was beautiful and just the way I imagined labor would be.

Ismael joined his big sister Leila at 8:02am. The healing process was 100% easier than a c-section eventhough I tore in 3 places.

The only advice I can offer is to make sure your OB is a supporter of VBAC. If so, s/he will make the whole delivery easier for you... you will need some words of encouragement when you get to that point. Follow the flow of your body... if you baby is not stressing during contractions and your labor is progressing naturally go for the VBAC.

Good Luck! You can do it... the experience is beautiful and the healing process is even better. Blum 3

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Here is the birth story I posted when Charlie was 9 days old. Smile He is coming up on 15-months now and I still think about my VBAC quite often. As you can tell by my siggy, I am very proud of my VBAC. A woman I work with is currently pg and had just planned on having a c/s with the "once a c/s, always a c/s" idea. Ack! I've been educating her on VBAC and now she is going to try. Yay! Good luck to anyone going for the VBAC. You won't be disappointed!

Birth Story of Charles Ian, December 4, 2004

Friday afternoon (December 3, 2004), I went to have a Non-Stress Test done at the hospital. In the 45 minutes there, I had maybe two contractions. Following the NST, I went to see Dr. W. since Dr. C. was on vacation. I was contracting regularly and my cervix had changed to 4cm and 100%. I was sent back to the birth place with the intent to labor and deliver by Saturday morning. Dr. W. put me at 6cm around 2:00am. I had decided not let him break my water to get labor moving. During the night, labor stalled out. Dr. L.then entered the picture. He pegged me back at only 4cm. After finding out we only lived 10-15 minutes away from the hospital, he sent me home. Little did I know how living so close to the hospital would help….

I took a long nap on Saturday after leaving the hospital and had only mild contractions during that time. Somewhere around 5:00 I started noticing the contractions were harder, but they were pretty irregular. I even was able to go to the grocery store for a few things. We ate dinner around 7:00 and I was uncomfortable sitting in the wooden chairs when I did have contractions. I had talked to my doula and she said to go lay down after dinner and see if the rest would make them slow down. Well, laying down actually started bringing regularity and strength. They were still about 8-9 minutes apart at this time. I talked to my doula again around 8:30 when my contractions were about 5-7 minutes apart. I still didn’t want her to come over yet because I didn’t think anything was really happening. She suggested a hot bath to ease discomfort so Liv and I hopped in the tub together close to 9:00. I got out of the tub, restless, about 9:15. I went to lie down and was feeling definite pain while John put Olivia to bed. I was vocalizing during each contraction. They were 2-3 minutes apart and at least 90 seconds in duration. I started saying that I wanted to go into the hospital, but John was apprehensive that things would stop. Five minutes later at about 9:45 I felt Charlie drop completely and knew we had to leave immediately. We got everything together and moving to the van. I was in a lot of pain at that point.

My mother-in-law came with us, thankfully. Our relationship has always been strained, but this experience has definitely changed things. In the family room before we left, I felt an overwhelming urge to push. I screamed to call 911, but we decided to just get to the hospital. At the van, I practically flung Olivia’s car seat out so I could lie on the seat. I called my doula again and told her we were in the car, on the way to the hospital. She knew I was well into transition because I began screaming that I wanted drugs. She helped me get through the contractions without pushing. I should say I did push a couple times without intending to push. John drove about 80mph to get us there. After hours, we have to enter the hospital at the Emergency Room. It was about 10:10. My mother-in-law ran to get a wheelchair for me. John had to park the van quick since he was in the ambulance area. Jackie ran me into the ER and I announced as soon as I get in there, “I need to push!” I guess the looks on the nurses’ faces were hysterical. At that point, my water broke all over the wheelchair and the ER floor. The nurse took over the chair and literally ran me to the Birth Place. My doula had called to say I was coming in and I think someone in the ER must have called as well because a nurse was shouting a room number down the hall when we got up there.

We got me out of the chair, my wet shoes, and my wet pajama pants. I got on the bed and at least five nurses were in there getting everything ready for the birth. I heard someone yell to call the NICU. I kept yelling I needed to push. A nurse checked me and said, “you could probably do that now.” I almost decked her one. I had to stay on my back until the monitors were in and the IV was in. The OB on call got in the room then and had to check me again. I yelled at him, “the nurse just checked me and said I’m complete, do you REALLY have to do this?” I’m so glad they deal with crabby mothers all the time, because now I feel rude about it. I was then allowed to go to whatever felt comfortable, so I rolled onto my right side. My doula and John were in the room by then. John came and helped me support me leg while I gripped on to my mother-in-law with my other arm. My doula stood next to her, helping encourage me. I remember shifting into a different state of being while pushing. I felt so incredibly powerful as I pushed. I remember voices around me telling that I was an awesome pusher and that Charlie was coming easily. Five pushes later and Charlie was born. I heard 22:22 yelled for the time of birth and a moment later his amazing cry. It’s funny because after he was born, I had to ask to make sure he was actually out even though I felt him crown and leave my body.

I sent John over to Charlie right away since he had to be taken for evaluation by the NICU team. I rolled back to my back and that’s when they dropped the table to get me ready for the placenta. Once the NICU team was satisfied that he didn’t immediately need to go to NICU, they wrapped him and gave him to John. John brought him immediately over to me so I could hold him. I was in love. I put him right to my breast and he quieted immediately. I gave him back to John because it seemed that the placenta was ready to come out. The contraction for that was like a menstrual cramp and with one small push, it came right out. I didn’t think I wanted to see it, but I knew I had to. The doctor showed me exactly what everything was on it, including where the amniotic sac was attached and where it popped. It was quite interesting.

Charlie had to go down to the NICU then so I sent John and my mother-in-law along with him. Deb sat with me while I waited to go to surgery to repair the tearing from the birth. Dr. L. gave me two options for repairing the tears. He could have done it in the room but it would have taken a very long time and possibly not be as good. The other option was to go under general anesthesia and have it done thoroughly in half the amount of time. I chose the latter.

I was allowed to go to the NICU straight from recovery to be with my little man. He was absolutely amazing to hold and touch. Upon returning to my room, John and my mother-in-law went home while I tried to pee. It didn’t work so well so I had a catheter put into place. I really didn’t mind it, actually.

My birth experience was wonderful and as opposite of Olivia’s as you could get. The first was one extreme by being completely unconscious for the birth. The second was the other extreme by being completely aware and unmedicated.

I can’t describe the feeling of power I had having the VBAC. It went totally away from any sort of birth plan I had, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Charlie was born the way he was meant to be born. He made his entrance to this world with a bang. I have a feeling I can expect more of these surprises as time goes on. He’s so worth it.

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With my son, I was induced at 36 weeks (thick and closed) due to sudden and severe preeclampsia. I was induced for 12 hours the first day with pitocin, they put in cervadil over night and the next morning broke my water... more pitocin. I never made it past 2 cm. I was seeing double and couldn't even lift my head up off of the bed due to the Mag Sulfate. Doc said he didn't think we should put the baby through another 10 hours of this... so lets do a c/s. I saw no way I would be able to push a kid out at that point... so okay lets go.

Second time around with my daughter, I thought I would like to try a VBAC. I wasn't hell bent on it. But, I wanted to at least know I couldn't have one naturally... to avoid surgery and not get to hold my little guy (who thinks I'm a jungle gym).

I had my first prenatal appointment and my doc asked me how I wanted to have this kid. I told her, well I was going to ask what you recommend. She told me, "since you never pushed last time, you have about a 70% chance, so it's up to you". That's all I needed to hear.

Now, no one was supportive. My husband was. That was it. My mom thought since my cervix didn't open last time... that it wouldn't this time. But, she thought if it did work, it would be fast (she never was in labor for more than 4 hours-- even with her first kid). My husband's aunt/my friend's mom thought I was nuts (she had 3 c/s back in the day). She didn't tell me... but I know she thought it was dumb by the way she acted. Oh, and now her daughter is going VBAC due to my experience, and the mother told her, "there is nothing you can say to make me think that's a good idea". UGH.

So, I made it past 36 weeks without preeclampsia... but at 35 there was a scare and I was admitted overnight to be watched. Oh, and I was having contractions about every 2-3 minutes but could barely feel them. 37 weeks... 38... 39... 40... all along still having contractions every 2-3 minutes. My doc was amazed every time I came to her office, still pregnant.

My doc talked to me about just scheduling an induction because she would be on vacation when I was 39 weeks. I said, I would much rather go naturally. At 38 weeks... she told me we should probably schedule a c/s for when she comes back (40 weeks) since they don't like to induce with a c/s (and I definitely did not want to be induced). Reluctantly, I schedule it for 3/15 (I was due 3/12). I ended up deciding to talk to my doc at my 40 week appointment and tell her that I'm not comfortable with scheduling a c/s. I wanted to go over rather than just schedule it.

On Sunday 3/12 I start having contractions in the morning that were actually painful. They were like 5 minutes apart or so. I got up, took a shower, did some dishes, cleaned a little... they never went away. After 8 hours of this, I got in bed and decided to take a nap so I could be energized to push a kid out. I woke up and they were not as regular, not as painful. Whatever.

Next morning (3/13), they are back. A bit more painful, still at about 5 minutes. I sit in the bathtub most of the morning to help with the pain. I went to my scheduled doc appointment at 1pm. I had a nonstress and my contractions were actually more like 2-4 minutes apart. My doc agreed, I'm in early labor. Still at 2 freaking centimeters (I was at 1 for 3 weeks, 2 for 1 week, then 1 again), but slightly more effaced.

My doc offered to break my water to get things going, for me to come into the hospital the next day to get my water broken, or just come in for the c/s in 2 days. I opted for water broken the next day.

I keep having contractions all night. Nothing I couldn't handle, but they were a little painful. We go in the next morning, get situated. My doc comes in around 8:30 shocked again that she's seeing me there... why haven't I had this kid yet. I probably would have come in the night before, but since I had this thing scheduled, I decided to wait it out.

So, she breaks my water... I'm at 3cm, baby is super high, and 100% effaced. WOW. My nurse offers to check me again probably a half hour later and I'm now at 5cm and baby is very low. I was freaking out that this was going to happen super fast so I agreed to an epidural-- I KNEW I didn't want to feel a kid rip out of me! Lol

Epidural was so not a big deal like I thought it would be.

Every time my nurse checked me, I was more dialated. Around 1, I start feeling pain... like menstrual cramps on my left side. I move around to get comfortable... and I notice something that feels like a softball in my crotch!!!

I call my nurse to tell her that my epi is running out. She comes in and says it's probably time to push. Sure enough, I was 10 and she showed me on her finger how far in the baby was (about a half inch). Now I'm freaking out. She tells me how to push and has me try a few times... she said I was really good, she can't believe how good (my trick is to push with your butt, if you feel your face getting scrunched up, you're not pushing right-- I had to stop a few times because I was pushing with my face. As soon as I started pushing with my butt, everyone would say, "GOOD JOB GOOD JOB").

Anyways, she ran to get everyone after I pushed 2 times. She also called my doc. I pushed through all of 3 contractions.... for 10 minutes or less. And she was out. The first chance I got, I told my husband, "I cannot believe how easy that was".

I ate lunch within a couple hours, got up to pee twice within an hour and then my nurse took out my IV. I was walking around like normal after that. Not a big deal at all. Had a kid really just flopped out of me?

People asked me about my recovery from birth. I asked them, "what recovery?". Smile

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Hi girls this is it.

I woke at 5:15 and was pissed that I was not in labor. I was so upset I made it to a new day I just cried and DH held me. Then he got up an went to work.

Shortly after DH left, I sat up and it felt like someone punched me in the pelvis slamming down hard. (all I can think is it was the babies head, going into my pelvis)

Peter woke shortly after and wanted to nurse. Well while he was nursing I had 2 strong "real" contractions 5 min apart. I had to make him stop nursing and not sure if the nursing was causing it or if this was it. I got out of bed to bring him crackers.

Then I laid down with him and watched my Friends DVD. Contractions kept coming just as strong 5 min apart. At 6am I called David and told him to come home from work.

At 6:27 he called me back saying he was on his way and wanted to know if I called SIL yet to come and get Peter. I told him not yet because I was not sure it was the real thing and then I had a contraction and my water broke. So he called SIL.

I called Kim and told her what is going on. She talked to me during a few contractions.

6:50am DH got home and SIL got here at 6:55am.

I am leaking with every contraction. They are 4/5 min apart. I think I will be going to the hospital soon and Kim (Waterfall) will keep you posted.

I got everything ready for SIL and helped get Peter up. We kissed him good bye and she left.

I told DH I did not want to rush and that I was going to go take a shower and get dressed, I was till thinking I had time. Well I sat on the toilet and that was it. They started coming every 3 min and hard. DH helped me get dressed and I told him we had to leave NOW!!!!

He got the rest of the stuff in the car and I labored in the kitchen standing up.

Good thing the car ride was fast because it hurt so much to sit. I kept lifting myself off the seat during a contraction. I did take the time to call Kim and my Dad to tell them we where on the way to the hospital.

We got to the hospital and the labor was fast. I had 2 contracts in the parking lot one in the elevator and one walking down the hall to registration.

Once a registration the lady was with another family and we had to wait. When she was done with them she brought them to there room and asked if I was in labor on the way by and told us to take a seat in her office. I leaked all over her floor.

She seemed to take forever but came back saying she had a room for us and we could go to it if we wanted all DH would have to do is fill out stuff for me in there because we had preregistered. She tired to get me a wheelchair and I tried to sit in it but the contractions just hurt that way so I wanted to walk.

Once in the room the nurse got the baby on the monitor and let me labor on her (oops she had nail marks on her arm) because DH was doing the paper work.

I answered questions and tell her I had GBS she sent someone else to get the antibiotics. I was in a lot of pain and leaking a ton of water. She kept saying "You will be OK, I know it hurts, I will check you in a min and see what you are doing" OK so up on the bed I go and between contractions she checked me. 10cm, head down but still high, bulging bag. She left to call the OB. Came back and said we are going to delivery and no time for antibiotics.

We walked to the delivery room. I stood as they did my IV, some blood drawn and got baby on monitor. I was not feeling the need to push. But contractions where on top of each other.

At about 8:30am I felt like I had to have a BM and was told to get on the bed. I begged not to have to get on it. The bed hurt so much. My OB showed up and broke the rest of the bag of water and it was a warm splash. I asked if it was clear and was told yes. I said thank you and one of them said "Don't thank us thank your baby" At that time DH arrived at my head from doing the paper work.

I kept yelling at everyone "I want to get up I want to get up" or "I need to stand I need to stand" The nurse kept telling me I had to stay on the bed. And I freaked out Screaming "You aren't listening to me" She said "We are listing to you" and I kept screaming "No you aren't I need to get up" and waving my hands and arms around. I hit her 3 times. She listened then and told me they would fix the bed so it would feel like I was standing. The helped a ton. My SIL Jen arrived at that time and started rubbing my head.

The OB was not the midwife and I was upset about that but did not have time to dwell on it the contractions where to close so I just thought "well I have to do it now and show her I can have a VBAC"

Nothing seemed to be happening. It was hard to learn to push and after about 15 min of them trying to teach me how I looked at the clock. The OB checked me and said I had to get the head 2 more centimeters to get it under the bone. I was reliving Peters birth thinking I could not do this and I would need a C. They told me if I would let them lower the bed a little and lay more on my back it would help the baby get under the bone so I agreed to go back to laying down.

I asked them to undress me so I was naked and another nurse waved a fan over me. A few contractions latter I pushed filling my lungs like they told me and at the end of that contractions said "WOW" I was asked what happened and I said "I don't know but something" She checked me and it turns out I had pushed the head under the bone and to crowning all in one push.

That's when DH got excited and started telling me I could do it and how much he loved me. The head started to crown and the nurse took my hand so I could feel it and I knew then that I could do it. It was so soft and wrinkly and wet. OMG the burning!!!! I was yelling/screeching during contractions and one nurse told me to use all my pain to push and not yell. From that point on I just kept making eye contact with her and she was making circles with her hands that I used as a visual and she was counting an telling me when to breath. The head got stuck at the ears for a few contractions and everyone was cheering me on and I felt myself tear an tried to just let it happen. Then I felt the chin pass out and it felt so good that the head was out and the burning over. I knew I still had to he push the shoulders out. That nurse made eye contact with me and said "You have to push with all you have to get that baby out" I took a deep breath and pushed and felt all the parts come out. DH yelled "It's a girl" before I even realized it was over. I peeked over my legs and saw that yes we had a girl. DH was asked to cut the cord and then she was put right on me.

It took a while to deliver the placenta. I had a small internal left vaginal wall tear and a skid mark tear by my clit. That hurt to be stitched up. While being stitched up DH was asked what her name was and he said I think Summer but looked at me to confirm. I said I have to look at her once more first.

After they looked her over and weighed her 6lbs 13oz 19 inches long. I got her back to nurse. And Peter was in the room. We asked Peter if he liked Summer, Karmella or Tessa and Peter said Tessa.

So he named her Tessa and DH and I agreed on Karmella for a middle name. But I call her Moon Beam.

We had to stay for 48 hours because we never got the antibiotics and she had to be monitored for the GBS and they did a culture.

She is a good nurser. Peter loves her. And we are so excited. It was so worth being overdue.

It was all shocking. I was in shock contractions started so close and hard, in shock then that I arrived at 10cm and went right to delivery. But mostly that I only pushed for 32 min and had not only a VBAC but a little girl.

Tessa Karmella (Moon Beam)
6lbs 13oz
19 inches

July 3rd 9:02am

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What a fantastic birth story! I'm literally crying with happiness for you. Smile I'm so proud of you for the fantastic work you did. Isn't it an amazing feeling to have a vaginal birth? Your description of the burning brought me right back in time. Smile

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I will start with the stats to get them out of the way and for all those who are not interested in reading the whole story:

Samuel Adams Wilkerson - Definitely a boy!
My EDD was Sept. 23, 2006
Born Sept. 1, 2006 at 5:57 AM
Gestation 36W 6D
Weight 7.7 LBS
Height 18.5 inches

On Aug. 30th I was not feeling well and tried to get comfy by taking a warm bath and getting the kids ready for bed. Finally got them all in bed and was going to get in bed. I was feeling a pressure like a balloon was going to pop and decided to go to the bathroom after sitting for a bit. I pee'd (sorry for any TMI) and was going to get up when I felt more trickle out. I wiped and tried to get up and more came. I did this like 6 times. It was very clear and odorless. Finally, I could get up. I had a feeling to go get checked so I told DH (about 3:45 am Aug. 31st) that I was going to the hospital and will call him if it is anything. He made me go sit on the toilet to see if the process would repeat itself and he came in to assess it for himself. The results were the same and he agreed that I should go in. He wanted to come with me but I did not want to wake a babysitter for a possible false alarm.

I drove myself to the hospital at 4:30AM about 15-20 min from my house. My contractions had started and were about 2 minutes appart. By the time I got there I could hardly walk. I would stop and rock and breath through each contraction. They hooked me up to the monitors and checked me with the acid strip. She said she could not see that it was my water... but that they would continue to monitor me. I was Just about a 3 and 60 % ephased.

The contrations just got worse. They were 2-3 minutes long with a 30-45 second break in between. The doctor had me walk the halls and kept monitoring the progress. There was little to no progress even thought the contractions were steady, strong, and extremely hard. However because of the contractions and the fact that I was a VBAC he was not about to let me go home until A- my water broke or progress or B- my labor stopped. I walked the halls for about 4 hours (9am) then called DH crying and asking him to come join me because I needed his help! He found family to watch the children at home and came immediately with his mom. Just before he got there I became very Nauseated and made it back to my room from another walk around L&D shaking. I pee'd then hurridly turned and vomited in the toilet. As I was vomitting I felt lots of trickling down my legs and onto the floor. (Approx. 10:10 am) I buzzed the nurse who came and checked the fluid with the acidity paper. It immediately went Dark blue and she said " it could still be urine." I kept thinking, you are joking me right? I hopped into the bed (I was still in a triage assesment room.) DH and his mom showed up at 10:20 am We waited for the doctor to come check me again. At 11:15 am the doctor came in and checked me verifying what I already knew... that my water was indeed broken and I was at a 3 dialtion and 80% ephased.

They immediately put me in my own birthing room. The doctor explained that he would like me to continue laboring without an epidural as long as I could to avoid slowing or stopping labor all together and avoid having to use pitocin. Pitocin was just an added risk to a uterine abruption. DH had to leave for a mandatory meeting in Salt Lake City (that could not be avoided) at 2pm. His mom stayed with me until he could get back. I was terrified that he would miss the baby being born but things were progressing VERY slowly and painfully.

The remaining water had spilled all over the bed at noon and the nurse told me she would get to it in a while. Just before DH left I begged him to get my nurse to change the wet pad I was sitting in. She would not let me get out of bed and had not bothered to even check in on us. Nathan changed the bedding with me still there then left. While he was gone the same nurse came in and told me I was going to have a C-sec. and that my doctor had left to another hospital to deliver another baby. She did not come in to change my pad (I leaked continually until baby was born... large amounts of Amionic fluid because it kept rebuilding itself.) I finally told the other nurses that my nurse was not welcome in my room anymore and spoke to my doctor about her statement. She was just trying to scare me into a Csec so I did not have to be a burden to her any longer.

5:30 pm DH returned and I was still a 3 and 80% ephased. I asked the doctor if I was allowed to move around because the nurse had told me no and he said I could walk around in the room but stay hooked up to my monitors which were vaginal monitors on baby and my uterus. The outer monitors had a hard time picking up any contractions. My MIL went home and DH walked, rocked, held me through my many contractions. I was checked at 8pm and was now at 85% ephased. Very little progress but it was progress. I lasted a few more contractions and then begged for an epidural that I got at 9pm after 17 hours of hard laboring. They were supposed to give me the minimal amount, but apparently the anesthesiologists minimal amount was not that minimal. My arms and chest went numb too. My contractions stopped all together. I asked for him to turn it down and he cut it in half. It was still too strong and I could not feel my arms so he cut it in half again. Finally it was helping remove the edge without being too strong. However it would fade off very easilly making me feel the contractions on my right side and crotch area. He kept having to be called in to add bullises that would last for an hour more. We found out that my contractions would pick up everytime the epi wore off so I would stretch out the time of getting more meds. In those times I would start progressing.

At 10 pm I was at a 5 and 95% ephased! The doctor felt now that we would probably have the baby before midnight. DH and I were not so optimistic. Sure enough midnight came and went, but the doctor did give me some pitocin... at a 1 then moved it to 2. VERY LOW dosages of the watered down Pit.

I was very nauseated the moment I got the epi to the time it stopped working. I would just vomit and vomit and DH would hold the small buckets for me then wash them out and run back before it would happen again. Then he would scratch me all over sinced I itched like CRAZY due to the narcotic they used in the epi. It was aweful! At 5am Sept. 1st, 2006 my epi wore off completely. The nurse came in at 5:30am and checked me. I was 9+ with nothing but an anterior lip. I told her I felt pressure and that I felt the baby was desending and coming very soon. The room began to buzz and the doctor came in. DH woke up and started video'ing the process. Sure enough... 5 pushes and me feeling the entire thing with no epidural working at all! Samuel entered this world. I did not tear or have an episiotomy. However I sure told them all that I did not like feeling all that pain! My words were: I can feel this and it sucks! Then on to my moaning and panting. LOL They put Samuel on my belly and he was very purple so I asked them to take him. I was so worried. He had swallowed alot of the fluid and blood. They got him breathing and screaming good. I just thought of how beautiful this little boy was and even though it hurt like hell... I would do it all over again for him!

I did get some relief from the epidural that I was grateful for in the 25 hours of laboring... but I truly think it did more harm than help this time around. All in all it ended up not working during the time I needed it most and I basically experienced and all natural birth. (OUCH!!!) The + side was that I did not tear... just one skidmark (paper cut) and I did find that my recovery has been so much easier this time around. I am truly amazed by it all and am more in awe of the girls that have and do go naturally by choice. I almost wish I was strong enough to say if I have another baby I would go natural, but it hurts soooooooooo much and I do like having a bit of a break from the pain.

Anyway, that is my story. I will have to update with pictures later since I am not home and can't figure it out now. Thank you for reading if you made it through.

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Successful VBAC

Well ladies I am happy to say that Yaelis Ariana Gonzalez is finally here via vaginal delivery!

Well it all started wednesday 11/22/06 when I went to the doctors office at 10am, the doc checked me and I was at 2cm and he manually made me 3cm and sent me off to the hospital. I was admitted and the contractions kinda started but then slowed so they put me on the pitocin. I got the epidural but towards the end I felt some of the pain but it wasn't so bad. I would say the pain I felt was like a 6 but not the actual 10 it should have been and being that I wanted vaginal so bad I didn't care. This all started around 11:30am by 9pm I was 6cm and the doc kept increasing my pitocin and by 10:45 I went from 6cm to 10cm. I pushed for about 20 or 30 minutes and she came out fast, no stitches needed or nothing. She weighed 6lbs 8oz and was 18 inches long. We just got home today! I will put pics up soon!!!!!!

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December 3, 2005...had a successful VBAC

The birth of my daughter.
I was due Dec. 11th but got induced on the 3rd. I went into the hospital at the time they told me to arrive, well i didnt end up getting to my room until about 1130 and we got there at 8.

Once i got to my room they started all my check in paper work and all my IV's and all that good stuff. They started the pitocin about 12. I was doing okay for a while but every half hour they would come in and up the dose. By 245 i was dying and wanted my epidural. They called the doctor to come do it for me.

Well the first one who came in was having a hard time trying to get it to stick and she tried in 2 places and got blood both times so they called in another doctor to come try. I was having lots of pressure and felt like i needed to push. Before the next doctor tried to do the epidural my nurse came into check me and i was at 9 and i was just at 5 at 12. It took about 25 minutes for him to get it to stick and the whole time it felt like the baby was just going to pop out and i wanted to push soo bad.

FINALLY he got it and said i should feel some comfort in about 20 minutes or so. YAY i was soo glad to finally not be in pain anymore and was ready to get some rest. WRONG!! My nurse came into check me and i was 10 so i started pushing at about 345 or so. My daughter was born at 518pm.

So much easier than my csection with my son and i was soo happy that i was able to have a VBAC!!! Made things a lot easier.

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Had a succesful Vbac on November 24th 2003.

I had my dd via c-sec after 16 hours of labour the drs then finally realized she was breech. This was Jan 22/02.

With my ds, I was told at 30 weeks that I would probably deliver within two weeks, I passed that, then at 34 weeks I loss my plug and at 35 weeks I was 2cms dilated, they wouldnt induce do to the increased chance of rupture of the c-sec scar, so I carried on, at 36 weeks my dr striped my membranes and expected me back that night, but my ds had other plans and never arrived until 37 weeks.

I had cramping all the day of the 23rd and 3 am on the 24th I finally told my Dh that we needed to go to the hosptial, by the time we got ready and got there and checked in and what not it was about 4 am, I was already 5 cms, so I walked for a while and by 6 I was in hard labour, my son arrived at 8:19 am via successful vbac.

For me the labour was fast and I progressed way to fast to be able to have an epidural. I was 5 when I got there, 6 after walking the dr broke my water and 2 contractions later I was 8 and 2 later I was 10.


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Alexia Paige’s birth story:

Weight: 8 lbs 1 oz
Labour Time: 16 hours
Born At: 2:25am, 24th January 07

First off I did have a c-section planned for Wednesday 24th January but my little angel had other plans and on the 23rd at 4am I started getting regular contractions coming every 6 minutes and lasting about 45 seconds. Since I had this happen on the Friday before I thought it could be another false alarm and couldn’t decide whether My partner Neil should go to work or not (he wasn’t due to start paternity leave till the Wednesday).But I phoned the hospital and they told me to come on down and get checked.

9:30am: I arrived at the hospital and by this point my contractions where coming every 4 minutes and lasting a minute. At the hospital the put me on a monitor and did am internal and I was about 80% effaced and 2-3cm dilated, so I was in early labour. They then asked me if I would like to have a c-section or since my body was doing it on its own try for natural delivery. (I was induced with dd1). I decided to trust my body would go all the way this time and opted for natural delivery. So the waiting game began...

10:30am: I was moved to a ward where I would walk about and the contractions gradually got stronger at

1:30am: The doc came and checked me and I was 4cm-100% effaced. So onto the delivery suite I went, Contractions coming every 3mins and lasting forever. At this point I have a Diamorphine injection and gas and air and was coping fairly well.

7pm: I was checked again and I was 5cm (slow progress again) and the doc started to question whether I should have a c-section. In the end she said lets give it another 2 hours and see if I make it any further. I have another Diamorphine injection and started to get a little worried about the pain because I could only just about cope. (Huge wimp).

9pm: The doc came and checked me and surprise I was 8cm Biggrin I was so happy I was making progress but then got a little scared when I realised I was going to have to push and I really thought I would end up with a c-section. But I struggled on with the pain.

11pm: The pain got unbearable and I asked for an epidural, I was relieved he came to me quick (with dd1 I had to wait an hour). My epidural was in and I could rest, I even started to dose off to sleep at one point.

12pm: I was checked again and I was 10cm, but the doctor wanted me to wait an hour before pushing to let her drop lower. So I waited and at 1 o'clock I started pushing, I pushed like a trooper and did the best I could for 1 hr 15 mins with just the midwife and trainee doctor but since she was getting stuck the midwife went to get the doc.

1:30am: The doc came and told me she thought it would be best if I got some help and I agreed so she was going to use forceps while I pushed, this of course meant I needed an episiotomy  but I didn’t feel a thing because of the epidural. So for the next 45 minutes they where prep-ing me and getting everything ready.

2:15am: I started pushing again and Alexia was born at 2:25am Biggrin she was put straight onto my chest and me and Neil got to look first to see if she was boy or girl, I was very emotional and cried with relief and happiness it was all over and she was born safe. They did all there checks and then she was wrapped up and Neil held her while I was being stitched up.

And that was it, I was really happy about having a natural birth even though I had to have forceps help, I was even more happy when I got to go home the same day at 6:30pm (I hate hospitals) : D

Pic taken 2 hours after she was born:

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Successful VBAC with Gestational Diabetes, little support

Hello to All.

I always felt somewhat responsible for my daugter's casarean birth. I was not properly prepared for birth. I took the weekend class at the hospital and figured I would try my best to avoid drugs. Besides, I thought. Why would I need a c-section? I'm healthy and in good shape.

My water broke before labor started with my daugther at 37 weeks. I expected to go late and was totally caught off gaurd. My parents drove me to the doctor because my husband was at work. Dr sent me over to the hospital at about 4pm as I was beginning to dilate. I was all alone when a nurse came in and told me that I needed to stop "climbing the walls" and lay down when I was trying to get into a more comfortable position that I learned about in my short but sweet childbirth class. She told me I needed some drugs. I resisted at first, but then chose an epidural as I did not know how to cope with the contractions. I think this was my first mistake. I was fully dilated a little after 10pm and began pushing. I had them turn down the epidural but then had it turned back up again. The baby was in a weird semi posterior position. The dr tried to turn her many times, but she would just flip to another weird postion. I pushed and pushed for over 3 hours and then had a c-section at 1:43 am. My baby was taken to the NICU and I didn't get to hold her for 6 hours. She had lots of trouble learning to nurse, and didn't latch on until she was over 2 weeks old.

So, I got pregnant again. I live in Tampa, Florida. There are midwives available who will do a home birth VBAC, but they can not legally do VBACs in the birth center. I was not interested in a home birth. Being home in my messy house is not relaxing to me. I had to research to find a hospital that would allow a VBAC. I found a midwife group, the only group I know of in Tampa, that would provide care for a VBAC candidate at Tampa General Hospital. I liked the group, except for one woman. She was extremely discouraging. I had to sign some scary consent forms. Then I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. What a pain! I was worried that would jeopordize my VBAC. I had to be super strict with my diet. I was told that my chances of success were not good and the OB consultant for the group did not want me to try for VBAC. Legally though, no one can cut you open without consent. (Unless maybe you are unconscious?) I was not trying to be radical or unreasonable. i just wanted to try to birth my baby vaginally. I did not want major surgery for no really good reason.

I prepared for this upcoming birth by taking Hypnobirthing classes and reading my friend's Bradley Method Childbirth information. I followed the exercises for optimal fetal positioning I found on spinningbabies.com. I meditated with the Hypnobirthing CDs and a VBAC CD by Maggie Howell almost every day. I hired a doula and called her whenever I had a discouraging appointment (often).

At 36 1/2 weeks my midwife said I was 3 cm dilated and very thin. This was around Jan 18th I think.

So, on January 20 i was in a really grouchy mood, and sick of my stupid gestational diabetes diet. On the 21st I took my 2 yr old daughter to the zoo in the morning. At about 7 pm she threw a whole bunch of crayons on the floor. When I bent over to pick them up I heard a "Pop" and felt water, just a little bit, trickly into my undies. Oh god, I thought, was that my water breaking?
Yes, it was. I was not having regular contractions though. I fooled around doing dishes for awhile as I somewhat freaked out. I called my mom and dad to come watch my daughter. Then I took a shower, and my daughter took a shower too. I decided to dry my hair, which is very out of character for me, but it gave me something to focus on. My parents arrived around 10pm and we got my daughter to bed. i made sure everything was ready in my bag and went to bed around 11pm with irregular contractions. I may have slept a little but not much. I moved around trying to get comfortable. Around 3 am I was on my hands and knees to get through a contraction. My husband suggested going to the hospital but I didn't want to go yet. He was getting a bit anxious, and we left for the hospital around 4:30 to beat morning traffic. My husband called the doula. I listened to my hypnobirthing stuff on my ipod in the car. I still did not feel it was time to go to the hospital and told my husband that if I was less than 5 cm I would not stay. The whole hospital thing was kind of scaring me. We got there and I stopped to sit on the exercise ball a couple times on the way up. My contractions were still not regular, but seemed a little stronger. I was in a good mood.
The midwife was at the nurses station when we walked in. She smiled and asked what was going on. I told them my water broke around midnight because I felt I had to buy some time. I had heard that they will not let you go more than 24 hours after your water breaks and I was afraid I was at the hospital too soon. She asked me my pain and I stubbornly said 1 on a scale of 1-10 because I was determined that my pain level would not be higher than a 2. She checked me and exclaimed "Girl, you are 7 cm! maybe 8!" Wow, I was so excited. maybe this was going to work. My doula arrived and she and my husband took turns applying pressure to my lower back, the sacrum. I listened to my Hypnobirthing stuff and Maggie Howell stuff on the Ipod. I mostly stayed in a position on my knees with my arms up over the bent bed and my head leaning on the top of the raised part of the bed. The labor and delivery nurse was great. She helped me achieve the best position possible by moving my legs apart a bit. I started to growl. I had always heard it was important to make Low noises during birthing. I got really hot and tangled up in my gown and took it off. Not normally my thing, but birthing is something else Smile
I tried standing for a few contractions around 7 am. Then I was on my back for a few contractions while the doula and husband held my legs. That gave me a little rest, but I didn't want to stay that way because I knew that was not using gravity to my advantage.
Now, in Hypnobirthing you are not encouraged to push. Your uterus will push the baby out for you. But man, my legs were getting tired. So around 9:30 am I decided to push. I used the squat bar and the baby moved down a lot. I almost started to scream high, but my doula reminded me to stay low with my voice. I did, and it really helped. I was getting tired and tried lying on my side some. Not so good for descent, but again, gave me a chance to rest.
I starting squatting with pushes and lying down in between. This was working. I felt a hot splash and yelled "What the hell was that?" It was my forebag of waters breaking. Oh, i never knew about that. I was getting scared. I had been pushing for awhile and no baby was coming out. Was I going to have the same problems I had with my first birth? No! The baby was in a good position. Still I was starting to freak out and yelled at people "I'm not doing this right! You have to help me. Tell me what to do." They all reassured me that the baby was moving down and it was going to come out. The midwife said "Babies come a little bit at a time." Finally, I felt burning. Yes! The baby really was going to come out! I was finally convinced that I knew what I was doing. At 10:31 there was crowning and the head came out. At 10:32 my husband actually caught the baby. It's a boy! He was immediately placed on my chest, just where I wanted him. I was so so so so happy to be able to hold my little warm wet baby. I got to hold him right away! This was the best part. I got to hold him for a long time. Over an hour. He had his first latch on at 11;30 am. I felt so happy and proud.

If you are considering a VBAC, I say go for it. It was the most empowering thing I have ever done. Learn a lot, find lots of support, and be determined.

It is so worth it.

When my son was 6 days old I walked a mile to the playground with him in the sling and my daughter in the stoller. Recovery was a breeze.

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Warning! This is a VERY VERY long birth story! Apologies for the length but once I started writing I just couldn't stop and it all counts so I couldn't take any out! Feel free to skim read! Sorry!

Wednesday 9th May – Started as a pretty rotten day as Mick and I were both sick. Mick took the day off work and the two of us took turns trying to entertain a very bored Max. There was lots of Bob the Builder and the Wiggles! During the day I thought I might be having the odd period like pain. Nothing major and nothing that really caught my attention. At about 3pm I decided we had to get out of the house. Max was desperate to run around and despite being the last thing we felt like doing Mick and I dragged ourselves out to the park. The fresh air was actually great. While at the park I noticed that my period like pains had started to intensify. I decided to see if they had any regularity to them. They did – exactly 15 minutes apart. They were happening on the quarter hour which made it easier for me to time b/c I am terrible with numbers! After 4 of them I told Mick. I didn’t actually use the word contractions because the thought that this could be “it” was not something I was ready to entertain. We did lots of walking at the park while Max kicked a ball around. At around 5pm it was time to come home and feed Max dinner. We stopped at the supermarket to get a few things and while I was there I noticed that my “pains” (still not ready to use the “C” word) had intensified and were closer together. At one point I had to stop at the trolley bay as I had another “pain”. It took my breath away.

Once home the “pains” were 10 minutes apart (sometimes closer) and I if I was talking at the time one came I had to stop and breathe through them. I decided that I should give Mell (my Doula) a call just to let her know that something was happening. She was so excited! Not sure if I have mentioned this before but she is a student doula and I was her first birth! I calmed her down and told her it was probably a big false alarm. Not sure who I was trying to kid but is didn’t work! Made me feel better though.

I tried to help Mick with Max’s dinner, bath and bed time routine but it was getting harder and harder to do. By around 7pm I really needed to concentrate and breathe during each “pain” (yep I was in some major denial at this stage!!! LOL). I decided I’d better call Mell back and let her know that perhaps this was it. She offered to come over (she lives nearly an hour away) but I told her to call me in half an hour and we would decide then. I told Mick this after I got off the phone and he was not impressed, he vetoed that plan and told me to get back on the phone! Obviously he wasn’t in denial like me! So I called her back and she said she’d head on over.

At this stage the pains were coming pretty regularly at 5 minutes apart. Because I was planning a VBAC I knew that I was supposed to go to hospital reasonably early but since my OB had never actually given me a timeframe I wasn’t ready to call. I did decide to call my mum in Sydney though and let her know that she may need to hop on a plane and I also went next door to my sister in laws place to let her know she may be staying at our house for the night! Despite getting organised for the fact that I was in labour, I really was still in some serious denial. I knew I was but it was working for me!

After a phone conversation with my best friend, she convinced me to call the hospital. As the L & D nurse answered the phone I had a big “pain” and couldn’t talk. She laughed and said it sounds like you are in labour! She was pretty keen that I come in but did tell me not to hurry.

At this point at terms of dealing with the pain, I was mostly walking around and breathing. The pain which had started in my lower abdomen had now also moved around to my lower back which was not a pleasant experience. The baby had been anterior for ages so I was pretty mad thinking he/she may have become posterior!

Mell arrived at some point and I was busy trying to finish packing my hospital bag. I was content labouring on my own. I was happy to talk in between but not during. Mell bought me a heat pack for my back which was nice but it was hard to walk around and hold it against my back.

At around 8.30pm we left for the hospital. Mostly because the pain was becoming more intense and I didn’t fancy labouring in the car once they were worse. The car ride wasn’t actually as bad as I thought it would be although I did start to use my vocalising techniques to match the pain which seemed to be a good substitute to walking around. My contractions (alright, I was nearly ready to start calling them that!  ) slowed down to about 7 mins apart in the car. I was a bit bummed by this but knew that could happen. On the walk from the car to the hospital a family pointed and started at me while I had a contraction. That did not impress me so I when I finished I made a rude comment to them about staring! Ooops!

Once in the hospital (8.45pm) I quickly popped in to visit a girl friend who had had her baby there that morning! I figured it might be a while before we saw each other. I must have looked a sight, pacing around her room in the post partum ward in full labour! Once we settled into the L & D ward, they hooked me up to the EFM which I knew would happen. They couldn’t find the telemetry (cordless EFM) which I wasn’t happy about but they said they would keep looking. Thankfully I could still stand up and labour because there was no way I was hoping on that bed! When they did my ob’s they noticed I had a high temp which actually never went down the whole labour. Not a fun thing to add to the mix!

My OB wasn’t on call that night but I like all the OB’s in the practice so that didn’t bother me. The OB showed up at 10.30pm. It was great that she took so long to get there because that meant the “clock” hadn’t started in terms of dilation (expectation was approx 1cm per hour for VBAC). When she checked me I was a 2-3cm. She said she would come back at 3am and would like to see that I was about a 7-8cm. She put an IV needle in but I wasn’t actually attached to the drip. Thankfully the nurse had managed to find the cordless EFM which was so much better.

Labour wise things were going well, I was really in the zone. My contractions were pretty steady at 2-3 mins apart and I was finding it tough but manageable. My main theory to deal with each one was to “match the pain”. For me this involved lots of vocalisation and swaying. Because the pain was predominantly in my back I found that it really helped to have Mell push her thumbs into the top of my buttocks during a contraction. The other thing that worked was squeezing my hips. I became very focused on standing in the same spot for every contraction and it didn’t matter where I was standing in the room, the minute the pain started I walked to that one spot, put my arms on the high bench and dealt with the contraction there. I could not stand anyone talking during a contraction. It really bugged me. Occasionally the midwife would come in and monitor my contractions by placing her hand on my tummy. This was fine as long as she didn’t touch my belly button. On the odd occasion she did and man did it hurt. I would yell at her and swipe her hand away.

I became more and more reliant on Mell during each contraction. I needed her to be right there and to keep the pressure on my back. I no longer liked the thumbs in my back but the hip squeezes were great and while Mell did that Mick would massage my lower back. I tried using the birth ball both in between and during contraction but I really didn’t like it. At some point I remember losing a big chunk of my mucus plug. Man that stuff is sticky!

From a pain point of view things were starting to get really tough. I was using all the techniques to match the pain but I could feel the fear of each contraction starting to catch in my throat. Mell tried to talk me through a contraction but I couldn’t concentrate when anyone spoke so that didn’t work. Mell was aware of how I was starting to feel and suggested I move to the shower. I didn’t really feel like getting my clothes off and into the water but I was hoping it may help.

The shower was hard work, mostly because my contractions had really intensified. They were 2 mins apart, or less and lasting for a minute each. Michael held the shower head onto my lower back and I also had the main shower rose spraying onto my upper back. Mell kept up the back massage and hip squeezing but I was really starting to loose it emotionally. I kept my face against the cool of the shower tiles and really tried hard to vocalise through the pain but I could feel myself slipping and self doubt about how I would manage the rest of the labour and birth was really starting to creep in. It was impossible for me to vocalise how I was feeling to Mick and Mell because there just wasn’t enough time to talk in between contractions and I also needed to take that time to prepare for the next one. I remember muttering things like; “I can’t do this any more” during contractions and again I really felt like I was getting out of control. Both Mick and Mell did there best to get me to focus but I just couldn’t stand them talking. I could sense their helplessness at the situation but I was quickly reaching the point where I felt beyond help. It was around this time that I seriously started considering getting an epidural.

It was quite an odd moment because I had been so adamant about not getting an epidural. I really wanted to have a true natural birth and was very confident in my ability to deal with the pain. But I guess the reality of the situation couldn’t have been known to me until I was in it.

I am not sure how I said it but I mentioned something about wanting an epidural and immediately Mell and Mick were using the lines I had asked them to to encourage me to keep going. They said things like, “you can do one more contraction Sarah and then let’s see how you are” and Mell was also trying to explain to me that she had many other ways to helping me deal with the pain but somewhere deep in my head I had already made up my mind and an amazing sense of peace came over me about my decision. I knew I couldn’t look at Mick or Mell because it took all my concentration to deal with the pain but somehow I managed, in a very clear voice, to say to them that this is what I wanted and I was truly serious. That I knew I had asked them to try and convince me not to have an epi but that I truly understood the decision I was making and was happy with it.

At Mell’s suggestion I agreed to let the midwife check my dilation progress which meant getting out of the shower. This was not a fun experience. She checked me and I was only 4cm. This confirmed my decision for me. Interestingly even the midwife was giving me time to change my mind, offering to leave the room while we discussed my options but at this point I was adamant and asked her to call the anaesthetist.

Things got very tough at this point as I had emotionally switched off from dealing with the contractions. They felt like they had intensified a thousand fold. The mind really is an amazing thing. It took the Dr about 20 mins to get there and another 20 mins for the epi to fully work. The midwife was amazing during that time; she is who got me through the contractions. I had to be sitting on the bed and it was pretty awful. Once the epidural had taken full effect I felt an amazing sense of peace come over me. I knew that my decision was the right one for me and I was now able to convey to Mick and Mell how I was feeling. The last thing I wanted was for them to feel as though they had let me down by not encouraging me to go further without the intervention. I actually thanked them for listening to me and respecting that I was serious about my decision.

It was about 2.30am at this point and we were all exhausted so Mick and Mell set up some beds in the room and we had some lovely quiet time. Mick actually had a sleep and Mell and I just whispered to each other about all kinds of things. My OB came back at about 3.30am, checked me and I was now at 6cm. She said my cervix was very floppy and wanted to be more dilated but wasn’t able to. She was not entirely happy with my progress and said that the baby did not have its head on my cervix. This she thought could be occurring for two reasons, 1) b/c my waters were between the head and my cervix or 2) the baby was obstructed. Because I still had a high temp and high temp can be a sign of obstruction she was mildly concerned but I managed to convince her that the temps had been there for days due to my illness so instead we agreed to break my waters and see what happened. There was a small amount of meconium in the waters but nothing to be overly concerned about. The OB left again, saying the nurse would check me again at 6am and then call her with an update.

Mell and I continued to chat and also try and sleep but neither of us could despite our exhaustion. Mick managed to catch a few zzzzz’s but not much. At around 5am I could feel pretty intense pressure in my rectum so I told the midwife. She offered to check me and when she did she found I was fully dilated to 10cm!!! Looks like breaking the waters really did the trick! She told me there was no need to wait for the OB and that I could start pushing very soon! That was enough to rouse Mick and a wonderful air of excitement filled the air. For the first time I truly let myself believe that I would get my vaginal birth and that was an amazing feeling!

Because of the lightness of the epidural I could feel each contraction as pressure in my rectum and this was a great tool to aid me in my pushing. I was able to tell the team when another one was coming. For the pushing stage the end of the bed was removed and I was sitting almost totally upright. During each contraction I had my feet on the hips of Mick and the midwife. From that very first push the baby started to descend. I felt very confident in my pushing skills despite having had the epi as this was something I had read a lot about. Even the midwife remarked at what a great pusher I was. However despite all the great pushing the baby had other ideas and decided to take it’s time! The head was crowning for a very long time but reached a point where no matter how much I pushed it just wouldn’t budge. I was able to feel the head with my hands and that really was such a surreal but awesome moment. We tried perineal massage and hot compresses but after over an hour my perineum was now starting to swell rather than thin and the baby’s heart rate was now fluctuating. My OB knew how much I didn’t want an episiotomy but after much discussion and a few more contractions I decided that this was the best course of action.

The next bit happened so quickly. The OB had only just put the scissors to my perineum as I pushed and I literally felt a pop and out came the babies head and shoulders. The OB told me to reach down and pull out my baby. That moment of birth is one I will never forget and will treasure for the rest of my life. As I pulled my newborn child from my vagina and between my legs onto my bare chest I remember letting out a sob that only a mother could make. Here was my baby, born from me. I did it. He was here. An overwhelming sense of love and pride came over me. I honestly have never been as proud of myself as I was in that moment. I am still so proud of myself.

At 6.23am on Thursday May 10th 2007 my second child was born.

At some point I had a look and announced that we had a boy. It wasn’t important. The baby stayed on my chest for the next hour or so. He wasn’t weighed or poked or prodded in anyway. It was just he and I. I tried putting him to the breast but he wasn’t interested so instead we just snuggled. Mick was right there beside us, loving us.

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Successful VBAC

Reuben Ellis
Born 13th November 2007
Weighing 8lb 9oz

At 39 weeks and 6 days I was sooo fed up with being pg, I had SPD which made pregnancy very uncomfortable and I just wanted to 'get on with it' and I was desperate to have a natural birth after my prev c-sec due to to breach. My OB and midwife have been very supportive though the EFM is mandatory and any kind of water birth is ruled out.

I started to have Braxton Hicks from Monday morning 12th Nov 2007, but only finally starting to amount to something at about 10pm and keeping me awake until I decided to just get out of bed and come online to distract myself. I used the TENS machine and after an hour or so it did start to work and really helped in the end.

I rang the hospital maybe about 4am? when the contrax got to about 5 mins but they went a bit more erratic again so they said to come in either when they have got back to 4/5 mins or my waters break. They seemed to get even more erratic and I was starting to worry that it was all going to fade and Id have to start all over again!! Then at 5.30am my waters broke and the contrax then started coming every 4/5 mins and I called the hospital again who said I was to come in as they wanted to start monitoring me with the CTG.

Got there at about 6.30am and was taken to a delivery room and a male midwife examined me, and said that I was 4cm dilated and theyd check me again at 11am. At 7.30am there was a shift change and I got a new midwife and she was lovely! Her name was Veronica and there was also a student midwife so I got pretty much continuous care throughout. Got hooked up to the CTG to monitor the contrax and babys heartbeat. Had to stay on this through the whole thing.

Decided I didnt want to be near the bed and stood leaning on the window ledge which was great leaning height! Had a couple of pillows and had the Gas'n'Air next to me and still had the TENS at this point. The contrax were starting to come fairly quickly, maybe every 2 mins or so, lasting for a while, and I kind of lost track of time. I stayed standing up and the next time I remember the time was about 9.30 when I remember the midwife saying she would check me again at 11am and I said that if its going to get much worse than this and they werent going to check me to see how far I was dilated until 11am, then I wanted to stop now and go home Lol Due to the SPD I couldnt walk around so just stayed in one spot, rocking backwards and forwards which really helped.

I kept on with the Gas'n'Air (Entonox) and TENS, though gave up the TENS at about 10am-ish. I felt like they were pretty intense and whenever I had a contraction, the monitor was popping of my stomach so the midwife had to hold it on me whcih the student midwife did, bless her!

I remember the midwife saying that the CTG wasnt doing my contractions any justice and I got a bit upset at that point asking if I was just being a wimp becase they were VERY painful and if this is only the start then theres no way I could finish but Veronica said no she could feel my stomach and just by watching me she could see that the contrax were every bit as painful as I was saying *PHEW*

At about 10.50 they started saying that they wanted to have a look and they wanted me to go towards the bed but at this point I had been having an urge to push on most contractions, though not very strong, started to go towards the bed and as I moved, pushing started to get a bit more 'needed'!! I really felt that if I could just push then te pain would lessen.

I lay on the bed but the baby got decelerations in his heartbeat, he didnt like me bein on my back AT ALL, so they got me on my side to examine me then I asked if I could kneel on the bed and they said absolutely and start pushing when I feel like it as I was fully dilated! I knelt leaning against the back of the bed (which they bent up so I was virtually upright again) and started pushing when the urge took me!

I was the strangest feeling having him come down the birth canal, and I can honestly say that I felt that the pushing stage was not as painful as the labour stage, I think maybe this was because I felt more in control of what was happening. I just kept saying to myself "Come on baby, come on baby" and imagining him coming out finally (because when I didnt say that, I was swearing my head off, and Im NOT a swearing type of person!!!)

His head crowned fairly quickly, at about 11.10am I think but his shoulders got stuck and I tore pretty badly (2nd degree) as the urge to push was suddenly really intense and I couldnt help myself, they managed to hook his shoulder out and he was delivered onto the bed - Reuben Ellis was born at 11.21am!

Only had Gas'n'Air and my TENS machine, Im SO happy with myself, really could hardly believe it when I realised it was over and I'd done it! Was crying and laughing at the same time, DH and the midwives were hugging me and congratulating me, i felt on top of the world!

Unfortunately was torn badly so after my nice natural drug free birth, I ended up in theatre afterall with a Spinal Block having a 2nd degree tear sorted out, dont know how many stitches (a lot!) as it took them about an hour to do, so that was all pretty frustrating, but still, I can say now (now that the pain of delivery is starting to fade!!) that I would take this way over c-sec anyday. I can walk, pick up Jay and Reuben, DRIVE!!! So anyways, thats it. I hope my story encourages someone to give it a try.


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Our first daughter was born in 2004 via c-section. I'd been on bedrest for 11 weeks due to hypertension that my doctor thought would escalate into pre-eclampsia (it never did) and she ended up shocking us by being breech when I was being induced due to the increasing blood pressure.

When I got pregnant again, I originally returned to the same OB who I'd had with my daughter. After a very unsatisfactory first visit, I decided to switch doctors to someone who would support my decision to go for a VBAC. When I was 24 weeks, my doctor joined another practice. I decided to try and stick it out, but 9 weeks later it was clear that this new practice, and therefore my doctor, were not going to work out. I switched again to another doctor that I had found and gotten to know on the ICAN list and who'd helped my friend realize her dream of a vba2c.

I paid a ton of attention to posture and positioning. I took prenatal yoga, I took a Line Up Your Baby for Birth class, I spent hours on the spinningbabies website. In order to try and combat the escalating blood pressure issue, I ate a high protein diet, took omega3 fatty acids, and a calcium/magnesium supplement. I walked 30 minutes a day. I took daily baths with epsom salts. My blood pressure decided to do more than cooperate - I was able to come off the meds (that I'd gone on after my daughter's birth) completely, and my pressures stayed in the 110/65 range the whole time.

I did a ton of vbac birth "work". I read books, I wrote dozens of blog entries. I hired a doula. I joined the Atlanta ICAN list and met so many wonderful women (and my fantastic doctor!)

Early Labor

Monday afternoon around 2pm I lost my mucous plug. Around 4pm I started having very sporadic contractions - one or two an hour. By 8pm the contractions were coming more frequently so I started timing them and they were 9 minutes apart. My husband put our daughter to bed and I expected them to start coming faster once I felt “free to labor” but instead they slacked off again. At 9:30 I decided to take a bath and head to bed, and try to get a little rest.

During the bath they were only 20 minutes apart. I read a little bit in bed, and I was asleep by 11pm.

Active Labor

At midnight I woke up having a big contraction. I stayed laying in bed and timed them and they were again 9 minutes apart. I told my husband I was going to draw another bath and see if they sped up or not. I was in the bath about 30 minutes and they were 5 minutes apart! So I got out and told him to wake up, we needed to call my doctor, because I was pretty sure this was it for real.

We called my brother-in-law to come stay with our daughter, and my husband’s parents to head up from Florida. My husband called my doctor’s answering service, and handed me the phone when we got him on the line. He asked how far apart the contractions were (5 minutes) and how long they were lasting, and agreed that I should come in and get checked out.

I then called my doula, Serena. I told her we were heading to the hospital, and she planned to meet us there.

When my brother-in-law got there, we got in the car and headed to the hospital. Once there, we made our way to the maternity check in, and Serena arrived as they were printing off my wristband. We sat in the waiting area, and my doctor came out a few minutes later. He wanted to feel my uterus during a contraction, and he judged it “mild to moderate”.

They finally called with a triage room, so we walked down to it. The nurse put on the monitoring belts and a blood pressure cuff. My doctor checked me and I was 5cm so they went to get me a Labor and Delivery room while the nurse finished up the assessment.

I got into the room, and a new nurse tried to start the IV (I was Group B Strep positive, so I had to have two doses of antibiotics via IV before the birth). She tried one spot on my wrist, and then tried again in my hand. My doctor tried to help her and the two of them dug around in my hand with a needle for a long time. They finally got it mostly working, except I had to have my hand in a certain position for it to flow. The antibiotics were freezing and burning at the same time, which was not a nice sensation, and I was laying on my back/side, which was not the most comfortable for contractions.

After the IV was in, the nurse drew some blood and then my doctor checked me again - 6cm, fully effaced, with a bulging bag of waters! When the antibiotics were done, they disconnected the IV and just left the heplock in my hand, and I was free to get up and move around again.

The doctor and nurse left and we just hung out. My contractions were still 4 minutes apart and very manageable. During the contractions I wanted to lean forward, either on the birth ball or the couch, and moan in a very low tone. In between them, we chatted and laughed and listened to music.

The nurse was coming in every 20 minutes to check the baby’s heart rate for 60 seconds. Her heartbeat was over on the right, and it kept getting lower, and lower as she moved down into my pelvis.

After about an hour my doctor checked me again, I was 8cm and he broke my water. Immediately the contractions got closer together and longer. I was still doing low moans through them but they were getting harder to take. I was starting to doubt I could do it, and get scared, and I knew this meant I was probably in transition.

Serena suggested the shower at this point, and I thought that sounded like a good idea. I’m not sure how long I was in the shower, the water felt good on my low back and belly but I was cold above that, and I was annoyed that I couldn’t take the shower head off. When I decided I wantedto get out, they wrapped me up in blankets.

I did another few contractions sitting on the ball, leaning over on the bed, but I decided I wanted to crawl up into the bed. I was starting to feel weak and I just wanted to rest. Serena suggested a foot rub with lavender oil which was heavenly.

At 7am the shift changed. A new nurse came in with monitor belts in her hand and told me that i had to do another 20 minute strip. I had done one in triage and had been having intermittent monitoring (hand held, every 20 minutes for 60 seconds) until then. I told the nurse no, and explained what we had been doing up until then. She insisted that I had to have it, because she was starting her shift and they had to have a starting strip. I told her to go find my doctor and talk to him about it. She left, and a few minutes later the head maternity nurse came in and said my doctor was in an emergency situation, and she was here to tell me why I had to do the strip. We argued for a bit about the difference between medical necessity and “because the shift is changing”. Finally she says, well you can do the 60 second monitoring you just have to agree to absolve the hospital of the risk. I said yup, I refuse and accept responsibility, and she left.

I was starting to feel the urge to push during contractions, but since the nurse had said my doctor was in an emergency situation I assumed that meant he was in surgery, and that I had to wait a while longer. My husband’s parents had run into traffic coming into the city and weren’t there yet, and my mother-in-law wanted to be in the room, so it was not bad timing anyway.

A few minutes later my doctor came in the room, and I was really relieved to see him! He checked me and I was almost complete, with just a lip of cervix, and the baby wasn’t positioned optimally. He had me do some small pushes, and used his hand internally to turn her head. He said that I was completely dilated, and it was time to push the baby out.


My husband held my leg, and serena my other leg (I was in a sitting position on the bed) and I started to push. My doc was on the bed with me, doing perineal massage and telling me when to push and when to breathe.

Her heartbeat fell and wasn’t rebounding (he was monitoring me himself, hand held, after each push), and he had me lay back a little, and he asked the nurse to get a vacuum ready because he might need to get the baby out ASAP. Her heartbeat did rebound with me reclining though, so I stayed that way. They gave me an oxygen mask to breathe with in between contractions.

The contractions hurt so much by this point that pushing against them felt good. Serena kept handing me cold wet washcloths, one after another. After pushing for a while, I was getting really discouraged. My doctor took my hand and put my fingers in my vagina and there was her head! I could feel it!!

My husband’s mom got there at some point, and the mirror was gotten out, and when my doctor got off the bed and went and got the instrument cart, I guess I knew that we must be close to the end. I could see her head in the mirror, but I didn’t think it was ever coming out. I started pushing like crazy and I was just screaming primal screams by this point - all of a sudden I saw her whole head, and felt the ring of fire and I was like “GET HER OUT OF ME!!” my doctor was stretching the skin out to try and help the head through and then suddenly it was out, and I could see her eyes open!


I pushed and the rest of her body came out and it was just - amazing - the relief of the pain, and seeing her there, and feeling like “I DID IT!!” The cord was around her neck and he unwrapped it, wiped her off, and I was like “give her to me give her to me”, and he asked if I was ready to clamp the cord I said yes. So he clamped and daddy cut, and they handed me my sweet baby girl. Biggrin

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*Warning, long!*
Nick's Story - Our Vbac Birth

For weeks (as you all know,) I had been having practice labors. The due date came and went and of course I was getting frantic about the looming induction date set for Sunday morning March 30. I had 3 acupunture sessions and done just about all non-invasive natural induction methods I could do. At my 41 week appt on Wednesday, March 26, the fluid levels measured perfect and we passed the NST with flying colors. When my OB performed the internal exam, I was shocked to learn I was still at 1cm and 50% effaced, as I had been for 5 weeks at that point. He said the dreaded words "unfavorable cervix for VBAC induction." Ugh, my heart sank. I had so much hope that my body was doing something. We left and went to church to meet with one of the coordinators about my recent baptism (because it was only a block away and we needed to get some paperwork done) and I couldn't stay. I started to cry and cry hard, so we left and went home. All I could think about was an induction meant c/s. I didn't understand why my body was not cooperating. Why was labor not starting? I'd tried just about everything. I called my doula and we talked about the cohoshes and castor. Neither of us wanted to do the castor, but Carolyn immediately went to work calling people and researching the cohoshes. I dashed to my local health food store and picked them up, plus a teeny bottle of castor oil, just in case (lol). After chatting with you girls here for a while, I decided to call my OB and inquire about stripping my membranes and maybe doing a foley induction on Sunday instead of a pit induction. I was told our hospital doesn't have protocal for Foley's so I couldn't use it, besides he thought in his personal opinion that I would do better with pit, even though I was still pretty closed up. Then I remembered that a few weeks ago he had mentioned a chiropractor that did adjustments to induce labor. Why I had forgotten about that until this point I don't know, but I'm glad I remembered then, so I asked him, and he said Sure! Go for it!. He gave me his number so I called the chiro immediately and begged for him to see me right away. He agreed, as long as I could go in right away. Thankfully Alessandra was with her Nana so I dashed out and ran to see him. He did his adjustment (which was a very agressive one, I might add!) and we talked a little about how it works, etc. He said my sacrum was pretty locked up and he wasn't able to move it as much as he'd like, so he asked me to go in the next morning to do it again. So to home I went, with much more hope and optimism. I also called the Flower Essence lady at some point that evening and we discussed an induction with those oils. I found out the my local health food store carried them so she was going to go home and call me back to figure out which I would need to go buy and we would discuss it more. Before bed that night, I walked around our yard for about 1/2 hour, stopping every few minutes to do some squats the way the chiro showed me to help loosen up the pelvis and allow Jr to drop into it. I also said quite a few prayers and clutched my new rosary, which felt so good to do. And, just to boost my chances, I took 1000mg EPO orally and popped 2 vaginally. I remember Chimmy said the night before she went into labor she did the same, so I figured at ths point it couldn't hurt! Smile

Sometime in the night the pressure waves came. They'd wake me but I'd go right back to sleep, because I'd had these for weeks and frankly gotten used to them. Maybe around 3, I noticed they were feeling different. Not just crampy and tightening, but pinching and painful at first, then they'd calm and gradually wave out. It was quite a bit different than all the other pressure waves I'd had before, even when laboring with my dd. At 4am, I couldn't sleep between them anymore, so I got DH up and told him. We timed them to be between 6 and 8 minutes apart. They were getting pretty uncomfortable and I knew deep inside, this was it. No second guessing it anymore! I just knew. I had DH call my mom to come over to watch Alessandra so that I could have DH all to myself to help me labor. I took a shower, did my hair and makeup and then called my doula, it was around 5:30 then. I told her I was going to stay at home as long as possible and would call her again when we would go to the hospital. Around 7am, I decided I wanted to go into L&D, to check Jr's heartrate with the pressure waves to make sure they weren't decelerating (sign of UR or distress). I knew I'd be going back home, so we didn't bother packing up the car or doing any last minute things around the house. Once in triage though, the nurse told me some very surprising news - "You're 4cm and 80% effaced!" :shock: I shouted "NO SHIT!!!??" Lol The people in the room next to me giggled. So we decided to stay, I didn't know if this was going to be fast like I'd been visualizing with my hypnosis... and since I went from 1-4 overnight, things were looking that way. I called Carolyn and had her swing by my house to pick up my bags and then we were admitted into our room. I immediately wanted to walk the halls and listen to my hypnosis and get into the zone, so we did. I must've walked miles around the maternity ward that day. Hypnosis was wonderful. When a pressure wave hit, I'd collapse into DH's arms into a squat until it passed, then up I went, like nothing happened. I was so calm and relaxed and the pressure waves didn't hurt at all. All the nurses were amazed, they'd never experienced a hynobirth before. I wasn't given an internal again until 2pm when my Dr showed up to assess me. I was 5cm and 90%. Progress! WOO HOO! He said he'd be back at 5:00 to check again. Up and down the halls I went again with DH and Carolyn. It was going great but I was getting tired from all the walking. I was snacking here and there on toast, Odwalla bars and pudding. But none of it was substantial enough to keep my energy up. At 5:30 Dr G came in again and said I was 5-6, and he really thought I would need pit and wanted to break my water. Jr was still floating and hadn't engaged yet, there was a pocket of fluid above his head. I talked to Carolyn and we agreed that breaking my water to speed things up wasn't such a bad idea, since I was getting tired and the day was getting long, but we wouldn't do the pit. Dr G obliged and broke my water. They didn't want to do intermittent monitoring anymore now that my water was broken though, so Dr G went off to look for the wireless unit. Within a few minutes those pressure waves got strong. I laid down to listen to my scripts but found that to be such a horrible position. I then got on the birth ball but was loosing focus during the pressure waves because I could feel my pelvic bones separating during the pressure waves and I didn't want to sit through them. So mostly I stood against the wall and had DH and Carolyn apply counter-pressure to my lower back through the pressure waves. I don't know how long it was, maybe 1/2 hour after my water broke or so, but those pressure waves quickly got strong, hard and on top of each other. It was like being hit by a bus during each one over and over again. It was 6:30 when I lost control, I couldn't focus, I was exhausted, I couldn't find a position to labor in that didn't make me feel like I was splitting into two. I told Carolyn I wanted the epi, and fast. She tried to ask me if I was sure but I looked up at her and I don't know what she saw, but she quickly turned around and ran out of the room to get the nurse to order the anesthesiologist. The nurse quickly came in and asked if I was sure that's what I wanted (they all read my birth plan), and I begged her, the sooner the better, I was getting out of breath and was finding it so hard to breathe. The pressure waves were kicking my ass. She said I'd need IV fluids first, a whole liter, before I could get the epi so she hooked me up. The waves continued to get stronger and stronger to my suprise. I had no idea they could be so strong. I couldn't listen to the hypnosis through my ipod anymore, I couldn't stand the pressure of the ear buds in my ears duing a wave so Carolyn put a CD into the CD player and played it through the room. I tried my hardest to go limp and loose during a wave and relax, but I couldn't. It was just too intense. I was standing and swaying in my DH's arms during pressure waves at this point, and I know I bit him probably a dozen times all over his body. I begged him to find me relief. I needed relief, but the IV was still dripping and I had a ways to go. I finally found that laying across the birth ball on my knees ontop of the bed was the best position, though it was far from comfortable. The bad part about this was that during a pressure wave I'd flex my wrists against the bed (the ball underneath my chest) and this would freeze up the IV drip, and since the waves were coming every minute, it was taking forever for the fluid to get into me. But I couldn't move from it so the nurse made me prop my arm on a pillow and told DH and Carolyn to make sure I didn't flex it. She was so rude at that point she's lucky I didn't have the energy to b*tch slap her.
I began to moan so loudly through the waves that I bet the neighborhood heard me. The nurse was getting frustrated with my moaning, telling me I was getting tired because the moaning was taking too much energy, but I couldn't stop it. It was the only way I could focus through a wave. Carolyn kept whispering in my ear to breathe, in through my nose out through my mouth but I couldn't. It was all I could do to just stay alive at that point. I nearly numchucked her one too, everyone just needed to shut the F up and leave me alone already! I was dying, couldn't they all see that?!?! (lol, what we think during labor!) FINALLY at 8:30, after almost 3 grueling hours of back to back pressure waves that were splitting me open, the anesthesiologist came in to give me the epi. That was torture in itself let me tell ya. To have to sit on the edge of the bed and lean over during pressure waves that just wouldn't let up - OMG - I think I would have rather had my fingernails pulled out with rusty pliars. Finally the epi was in and I laid down, and I kept asking over and over, when will it kick in? Please WHEN?!?!? Dr G checked me at this point and I was 8cm and 100% effaced (I did all that ON MY OWN!! I was so proud of myself!) It took another 3 or 4 pressure waves before I started to feel the numbing, the pressure waves were getting less and less intense and finally at 9pm, I was in relief. Everyone left the room and Carolyn turned out the lights, we both wanted to nap. DH went to get something to eat (and probably sit in the corner and cry, lol! What I put him through in those 3 hours - wow). I slept peacefully until 10:30 when I was awakened by the nurse, it was time to check me again. I was feeling soooo good at this point, on such a high. She checked me and you guys shoulda seen the look on her face. She looked so happy for me. She said "You're complete! Baby's head is RIGHT THERE!" If I could have moved my legs, I would have jumped up and frenched her. I called DH right away and told him to get back, I was ready to push! (What a glorious feeling for a VBAC'er!!)
It seemed like a split second later, all the lights were on, nurses were prepping the tables and me, DH ran into the room looking bewildered and happy, and I had the biggest grin across my face. I just couldn't beleive it! I did it! I am about to push out my baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My nurse sat at the edge of the bed and asked me to push through my next contraction to see how I did. She immediately had me stop. I was like Why? And she said she didn't have the insurance coverage to deliver babies, LOL! I looked in the mirror they had set up for me and saw the cutest blue head! I can't even express to you how freaking cool it was that I saw a head coming out of my vagina! She ran and got Dr G, who very proudly waltzed in and got prepped up. During this time the nurse gave me perineal massage and then Dr G had me push at my next contraction. He was so impressed and proud of me! He said in the next contraction I'd have my baby! He also massaged my perineum in between waves (which had spread to about 3 minutes at this point.) I have to say, pushing was a breeze. I know it was the epi, but it was so cool. I was so scared of pushing and here I was doing it, and it was the easiest part of the whole birth! The next wave came, and I pushed with all my might and felt the head pop out. They suctioned the nose and mouth and I heard a gurgled cry, they told me to push one more time and out slid the body! Dr G lifted the baby up and all I saw were some big ol' balls dangling and I screamed "IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!" and then DH screamed "IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!!" And then our boy pee'd a fountain on me! Everyone laughed and he was layed on my chest and wrapped in towels, it was the most heavenly thing ever. The nurse pulled down my gown to get him on my skin, and DH came to my side and we just stared in awe at him, our baby boy. I said "This is Nicolas" and everyone "awwed". Then I looked at Carolyn and said "Damn, I'm tired." That cracked her up so much she cried!
Nick started rooting and latched on like a pro immediately. Dr G said I had two small superficial tears, nothing bad at all, and stiched me up after the placenta was born. Everything was great. Dr G checked my c/s scar and said it held up beautifully, there was a small dishenance (sp?) but it would heal by itself. He congratulated me and said I did a great job, he was impressed. I of course was so high, I coulda frenched him right then and there too, lol!

My parents showed up a little bit later and we all chatted and ooh'd and aww'd over little Nick, then I was taken to my recovery room and we settled in. Nick was tested 4 or 5 times over the course of the next 3 hours for diabetes because he was "so big" but his numbers were perfect. Everything was perfect! Our perfect baby, our perfect birth. Nothing in my life will ever feel so empowering as that. So that's it, that's our VBAC birth story!

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VBAC Birth story

Birth Story:

So I shot out of bed about 2am on Wednesday 9/17th with one very vicious contraction. I went to the bathroom and wouldn’t ya know? Bloody show! I was so excited I could barely contain myself. I took a shower, woke up DH and informed him the show was on. Well he hardly believed me but humored me and we packed the kids up, took them to a friends and headed to the hospital. The contractions were about 6 minutes apart and getting uncomfy. My thighs were hurting and the contractions were way down low.

When we got there at 4am we were admitted, I was checked and found to be 4 cm. I was a little sad that was all I was but I was willing to take what I could get. I got out my birthing ball, DH got out his laptop and we hunkered down for the long haul. The contractions were regular and seemed to be very productive. I kept rolling on the ball, they were painful, in my back mostly until peanut turned and then they were in my thighs. I kept thinking man I bet I’m about 6cm by now… HA!

My Dr got there at 8am (I had been laboring from 4am) and checked me. She had this frown on her face and looked at me and said “you are still 4cm and only 90% effaced. I don’t want you to labor that long with a VBAC, lets break your water…I agreed but voiced my worry that I would have the baby within an hour if she did that...She didn't look convinced.

So she took out this gigantic knitting needle thingy and broke my water. All DH could say was “hey what the &*^( was that? It’s like pea soup!”. Thanks DH. There was a little mecomium in the fluid, but my Dr. wasn’t worried at all. Then my Dr. told me she was going to go back to her office across the street and see patients until I progressed a little more…and she headed out:eek::eek::eek:.

I had told my Dr. over and over I am a fast laborer. As she walked out the door I shot her a comment about having running shoes or something like that, she just gave me an indulgent smile and left…

5 minutes later the REAL contractions started:violent2:…She broke my water at 8:55…the killer contractions started piggybacking about 9:05 with about 1 minutes apart and lasting 90 seconds…I could barely breath through them and I told the nurse I didn’t think I would be able to do natural, to please give me an epidural. The whole time I was standing hunkered over the bed rocking, the pain was so bad I could barely think, I was hallucinating on and off about a witch flying around the sky and getting stuck in a tree (yeah I know I know) and praying Jesus would just deliver me to heaven because I had NEVER NO NEVER felt so much pain in my ENTIRE life…The pain was unescapable.

The pain and pressure got so bad I started howling, yes HOWLING like a baboon and at one point I threw myself onto the bed and announced I was pushing the baby out…The nurses panick, now mind you I was still hallucinating about the blasted witch stuck in a tree and everything was tinged pink and red and really bright, in the distance I hear “she is dilated to 8 ½ where is her dr? The other nurse said, here is the anesthesiologist…

And I was still screaming and moaning and yelling…All my meditation practice out the window, all my pain management skills out the window...my poor DH kept says “breath honey, breath… I managed to control myself just enough to let the anesthesiologist get the epi in and he handed me the little button thingy, which I proceeded to press like mad over and over again…then blessed numbness…the anesthesiologist said for me to take it easy, I wanted some feeling in my legs...I just looked at him and said, "you gotta be kidding right?" I looked up and there was my Dr! it was 9:55 and finally the blasted witch was gone and I could actually see all my nurses and my dr just looking at me like I had lost my mind. The Doc got out the stirrups, I threw my legs over them and said, “okay when do I push…” as DH got a really good look at the goings on between my my legs. Now it was 10:00, she said okay push…one…okay push…two…suctioned all the muconium out of her face…okay three push…as I pushed I turned to DH and said, “Do you have a name now???”:ROFL: okay four…push…and Margaret Jean entered the world. The Dr. had to give me an episiotomy because she was delivering so fast and she didn’t want me to bust up to my anus, and couldn’t go slow, even though she had the oil out and was massaging my perenium due to Margaret’s heart dipping really low. It took exactly 15 minutes of numbness and four pushes to deliver…so I got the benefit of the epi for the next 45 minutes and DH and I joked around and marveled at our new little girl. She had no blood sugar problems, no problems at all on any level!

As my Dr said goodbye I said “I told you I was a fast laborer.” She just gave me another indulgent smile and said “now I know.” I have to say it was the best experience of my life, and I am glad I made it to 8 ½ cm, it made the VBAC go much smoother. No problems with the scar and anyway, with the blasted witch I kept seeing flying around and stuck in the tree I didn’t have time to worry.

Pics to follow once DH finished posting them all.:bigarmhug::bigarmhug:

Thanks to everyone for all the support.

To anyone doubting they can do it: I am 40, had Gestational Diabetes and I did it! YOU CAN DO IT TOO!!!:yahoo:

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Gabriel's Birth Story (a VBAC!)

On Friday September 19th, I was a day over 41 weeks pregnant and hoping a membrane sweep at my doctor’s appointment would get things moving. I had agreed to schedule an induction for Monday, the 22nd and wanted to avoid that appointment if possible. Alas, my cervix was still positioned very high and was closed. My doctor said he doubted I would begin labour on my own over the weekend and that we would start with cervidil on Monday. I was very disappointed when I left the office. A sweep had started things when I was pregnant with Ella and I was untrusting in my body’s ability to start things on its own.

Over the weekend I had some promising signs of labour. I lost bits of mucous plug on both Saturday and Sunday and I was getting occasional contractions, but they never seemed to increase in intensity or frequency until Sunday afternoon.

I went for two long walks on Sunday (well, they seemed long for my huge pregnant self!). It felt like the baby was lower and the sporadic contractions were more noticeable. I also had the urge to cook a big meal. We had chicken with mashed potatoes, turnip, baby carrots, cranberries and stuffing. If I needed to be induced the next day, I was making my last real meal a good one!

At 11pm I decided to go to bed and get some rest. I fell asleep quickly and was woke up by my husband crawling into bed around 1:30am (Monday). We chatted a bit about what time we would leave for the appointment, it was scheduled for 9am and we had a two hour drive ahead of us to the hospital. I had two mild contractions while we were spooning and he said, “Those ones were different than before. I recognize how your belly stays firm in between… like when you went into labour with Ella.” I thought he was crazy. They didn’t feel any different than all the other ones I had over the weekend. He talked me into leaving for the hospital and if nothing progressed during the trip then we’d stay at his parent’s house for a few hours before the induction appointment. I cried because I didn’t want to leave Ella, but we packed things up and my mom came to stay the rest of the night at our place. We left at 2:39am.

During the car ride labour started to pick up a little. Contractions every 6 minutes or so for the first 45 minutes, but that didn’t stop us from getting some MacDonald’s! I had a chocolate milkshake and a small fries, and Rob asked the drive through attendant about how many women she had served while they were in labour. Around the same time I felt a couple of tiny leaks and I thought it might be my water breaking, I just hoped there wasn’t a full gush onto the seat of the car (we kept meaning to pack some garbage bags for this purpose, but didn’t get around to it!). Finally at 4:30am we arrived at the hospital. The rest of the drive had brought contractions approximately 4 minutes apart and I was needing to concentrate to get through them. I really needed to pee when we arrived and when I found a bathroom and sat down there was quite a gush of fluid. I thought it was likely my water breaking, but thought it was odd that it waited until I sat on a toilet!

We registered and went upstairs to the early labour assessment unit. The nurse monitored the baby for about 20 minutes, and the heart rate and variability was great. I had a few contractions during this time but they were quite mild and spaced apart. She checked me so we could decide our plan of action (staying or leaving to return for my induction appointment at 9). I was 4cm dilated, completely effaced and she predicted I was likely more during a contraction. I was so excited that labour had truly started on it’s own and this was the real deal! She asked about my last birth experience and if I had brought a birth plan. My husband was right on top of finding it and handing it over. We decided she would keep me as an observation patient, especially since I had a doula (who I called around this time). Being in observation meant I was given a birthing room without being admitted and before the end of her shift at 7am, she only needed to check in on me once to have a listen to the baby with the doppler.

While in observation I was able to relax and let labour really take over. I moved between sitting on and leaning over the birth ball, sitting backwards on the toilet and the standing/walking between the two. I did meet my MacDonald’s milkshake again, but this was the only time I threw up (I threw up constantly while in labour with my daughter, likely due to the pain medication). I got through the contractions with some great lower back counter pressure from Stef (our doula), cold and warm compresses on my back and I held smooth stones in the pressure points of my palms.

The observation nurse checked in before shift change at 6:45am. She said she was talking to Dr. A and he said to just let me carry on as I was doing, and that she would be admitting me and assigning a nurse for 7am just so baby and I could have some closer monitoring. Shortly after, we met our nurse named Sandy. She introduced herself, checked my blood pressure and temperature and I sat in a reclining rocking chair so she could check the baby with the doppler. From the last check, the baby’s heartbeat was found much lower in my abdomen which meant progress was happening! I also had my blood drawn. At this point however, contractions were getting intense. The pressure over the front of my pubic bone was incredible and I was using low moans to get through. It was an odd feeling, but even though I was tired and wanted to doze between contractions earlier, this was the time that my body decided it actually needed some sleep. Between 3 or 4 contractions I drifted off, but then I heard myself saying, “I can’t do this. I don’t think I can do this.” and felt my legs shivering a bit. In the back of my mind I thought about transition and recognized the signs, but refused to let myself believe I was beyond 5cm. I then moved back to sitting backwards on the toilet, and during the contraction on the way I felt myself give a little push. The next contraction on the toilet, I was definitely pushing through it, and it felt wonderful to have something to do during the wave!

During this time I called out to Sandy that I felt “pushy”. Rob asked if she would be checking me and she said something like, “I would, but given the birth plan it’s hard to do my job.” I then asked Stef (who was doing counter pressure on my back with her knee and letting me rest against her between contractions) if the nurse was mad about my birth plan. However, in the back of my mind I didn’t really care, things were going exactly as I had hoped. I was pushing, had only one cervical check when I first arrived, no IV, intermittent fetal monitoring, I was drinking and moving around as I pleased (I could have ate, but didn’t feel like it), I wasn’t even wearing a hospital gown.

Eventually Sandy came around and started to relax a little and get involved. Rob talked with her a little about my past birth experience and when she saw Dr. A joking and being laid back with us, she started to as well. Later, after the birth she would tell us that she’s glad we weren’t as “straight laced” as she expected.

After pushing for a little while on the toilet, I decided to return to the bed so Sandy could check to make sure I wasn’t pushing against some remaining cervix. This was at approximately 8am. She found that I was complete, possibly a tiny lip of cervix left, but it moved away easily during contractions and pushing. Sandy started to set up the room for a baby and I continued with pushing.

The contractions were coming fast and furious (and would remain that way until the end) and with each one I’d give two pushes, one long one with a gasp of air halfway through and then a smaller one at the end of the contraction. I moved from a semi-sitting/semi-side-laying position in the bed, we tried the squat bar and then back to the toilet. Shortly after Dr. A arrived, he asked if he could check fetal position and to see if the baby had moved down since Sandy’s check. At this point I had been in the pushing phase for a little over an hour and they felt that the baby really hadn’t moved down. At this point, my doctor, who is a GP, had to consult with the on-call OB and the resident working under him because of my previous section.

Dr. A and Sandy spoke with me about trying some directed pushing to see if we could make some progress, I was more than happy at this point to have some coaching. I wanted so badly for the baby to move down some before the obstetricians arrived with their “suggestions“. Around this time, someone also set up a mirror so I could focus on where I needed to push. Before the birth I didn’t think I’d be keen on seeing everything happen down there, but I really did enjoy having it there.

When the resident arrived she checked the baby’s position, which from what I heard, was slightly transverse to posterior. Before the exam she asked, “So your epi is working well for you?” Someone said, “No epi, no drugs.” And she got a shocked look on her face and looked for the IV pole behind me. (haha) I remember being surprised about what a gentle touch she had during the exam, she even helped the baby turn to a better position during a contraction. Before she left she said, “I’ll come back in about an half an hour to see if the baby has come down some. At that point we’ll look at the possibility of forceps or a c-section.” Within a few contractions of her leaving, we started to see some progress and before the half hour was out, I could see the top of the head with each push. However, for a long time I’d push, see the head, and then baby would slide right back in. I knew in the back of my mind that this is normal and eventually the head would stay put. However, after pushing for close to 2 and a half hours and having the threat of metal or surgery dangled over my head, it was a little frustrating. I was tired.

When the resident returned, the obstetrician came with her. The OB was still talking forceps saying, “I think we should be able to deliver you from below, but you may need some help.” I just kept pushing and decided that this man did not deserve my attention. I acted like I couldn’t hear him and I don’t think I answered a single question he asked. I’ll give him a little credit for the fact that he didn’t do anything until I specifically told someone “yes.”, but man was he annoying! At one point he wanted someone to give me some gas and Dr. A said, “She’s doing it without drugs. She doesn’t need them.” Yeah Dr. A!

Baby’s head was so close to coming out at this point (about 10:45am) and I remember Stef saying, “You’re getting your VBAC!”. That was some great motivation. I was so happy that it was almost over and I wasn’t going for surgery! Mr. OB had to disrupt the moment again by wanting to cut me because I “had a tight band” holding the baby back. I kept pushing and tore. He said, “O.K. O.K., you tore!” (lol!) My tear was straight toward my rectum, so I did allow a small cut to redirect from that area. In a very short time, the head and shoulders were out and I reached down and pulled my baby to my chest. I immediately started sobbing and said, “We have a baby!” I was staring at him and Stef reminded me to check the gender, it was a beautiful baby boy!

Baby Gabriel
Born September 22nd, 2008 at 10:53am
8lbs 9oz, 21 ¾ inches long

My husband, who had been snoozing soundly in the recliner, was woke up just in time to see me catch Gabriel and he was able to meet his son. Gabe was taking some time to clear the fluid from his mouth, so he didn’t get delayed cord clamping. They took him away for a minute to get him breathing well, meanwhile at 10:55, the placenta released and I gave a small push to help things along. As soon as Gabe gave a cry I asked to have him back and he didn’t leave my arms for the next hour or so (until I ate a hamburger!). It was so awesome to have him close and to stare at my brand new baby.

I must admit that even though I had local freezing for the suturing, that part was far worse than pushing out a head (which I don‘t remember being painful at all). I had a second degree tear that needed about 6 stitches, but the nerve endings were firing like crazy and when they touched me it felt like needles. At this point I also agreed to the IM shot of Pitocin, not because I was bleeding but because the stinking OB wouldn’t shut up about it! He left after I got the shot, so maybe it really was worth it.

They finished their repairs and Ella got to meet her baby brother. Gabe also latched on and started nursing like a little pro. Eventually, I allowed them to weigh the baby and give him the vitamin K shot (he had a huge bruise on the top of his head).

This birth experience was the most empowering and awesome experience of my life. The only thing I wish was different was the attitude of the OB. He was just so untrusting of birth’s natural process. The next day when he came to do his rounds he said he was positive I wouldn’t be able to deliver vaginally. So at least I got to prove him wrong!

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Annabelle Molly, 7 pounds even, 18 1/2" long

Her birth story.....

Tuesday night about 8pm, I started having some very mild, but kind regular contractions every 8-10 minutes. They were just a little bit different from BH, but I had had something very similar Sunday night, so I wasn't thinking it was anything for sure. As the night wore on, the ctx started to become longer and more intense and were coming every 4-5 minutes. I began to wonder if this might be the real thing. I googled onset of labor (big mistake) and found prodromal labor. My ctxs were not exactly regular and definitely were at the front of my abdomen, so I convinced myself these were probably prodromal. I began to get disheartened and wondered if I could survive days of painful ctxs without any "real" progress. I tried to sleep, but the ctxs were so uncomfortable, I found it impossible. By 3am, the ctxs were strong enough that I really started thinking (again), maybe this is it. I called my sister (who had wanted to be at the birth) and told her that she might want to go ahead and buy the plane ticket. We talked about what flight she should take. There was a 6am and a 1pm one. I told her that she should probably get the 1pm one. As I had never had a true "labor" before, I was sure that this was going to take awhile and I didn't want her getting here too early or maybe I actually wasn't in labor and that she would have time to reschedule and come another day. I also called my doula and asked her what she thought. Jo Anne said that it did in fact sound like I was progressing. She told me that I should eat something and try to get as much rest as possible and to call her if things changed or I wanted her to come over. I felt really weird calling her because I had only met her 2 days ago!!!!!

I went to go make brownies for the nurses only to discover that I didn't have any oilThere went my plan to keep myself busy. I tried lying down again and watching tv and just trying to sleep and found that impossible. So I filled up the tub and listened to my ipod which actually really helped with the contractions. Even though I had taken the hypnobabies class and had really enjoyed it, I just didn't think that I felt like doing that at that point. By 6am, the contractions were really intense and I was hanging on waiting to call my MW. At 7am, the ctxs were every 2-4 minutes apart and starting to become painful, my mw didn't think they were regular enough and didn't want me to even come in earlier for my appt!! She told me to get some rest! I told her I didn't think that was possible. She said it was fine to go ahead and drink 4 oz of wine. I was happy about thatIt did let me feel relaxed and actually sleep in between ctxs. My DH called his mom and had her come over to watch Toby just in case. At 8:30am, during a ctx, I felt a pop and a gush! My water had broken. I got kind of excited and called down to Dan. My MIL was there and said, I'll call an ambulance. I was like umm, no. The doula actually called then too. I spoke with her and she said that she would be over in about an hour. At that point, the contractions really got started every 2 minutes and were now pretty painful. I got in the shower and we started to prepare to go the hospital. I was feeling a lot of rectal pressure with each ctx. I spoke with my mw and she thought we should head to the hospital once my doula got to my house. Toby kept wanting to come and have me read stories to him. He became really upset when he saw me go through a ctx, so my MIL took him outside to play and away from. By the time the doula arrived (930), I had to moan through each ctx. We left for the hosp immediately. The car ride was tolerable and short. We had a 15 minute interval at the hospital waiting for my mw and I got on the birth ball and that really helped. Once the mw got there she was convinced that I was pretty far along and wanted to check me. I was shocked when she told me that I was complete and ready to go!!!!

Now here's where it sucked being at a hospital. I had to have a 20 minute fetal monitor check. That means I had to be lying in a bed on my back. I don't understand why in the 21st century they can't have a wireless device!!! Also because I was a VBAC they said it was mandatory that I have a hep block placed. Well, it took 5 tries to get an IV in and 4 different people tried, I actually had one put in while I was having a contraction and while I was pushing. I hated pushing on my back. I didn't feel like I had any strength behind it, I got leg cramps because I was pushing against other leg muscles. I kept asking to be able to squat but had to wait until the fetal monitor was off. As soon as it came off, I squatted on the bed and the difference was amazing. No one ever told me that pushing felt like you were trying to take the world's biggest sh*t. I always thought you would be pushing the towards the vagina. I was so afraid that I was going to prolapse my rectumIt seemed like the I was pushing for the longest time without any sort of progress and I kept asking why the baby wasn't coming out. Everyone kept tellling me I was doing great and I was so close. All of the sudden, I could feel the baby's head crowning and "the ring of fire". It actually wasn't so bad. I pushed and pushed with all my might and Annabelle made her entrance into the world at 11:51am. I had only been pushing for less than an hour. It was the greatest feeling in the world and the rush of adrenaline and endorphins was amazing. Better than all the marathons I had ever run. I was so excited she was out that I forgot to ask whether it was a boy or a girl. But Dan came over and kissed me and told me that we had a daughter.

Annabelle has a full head of wavy dark hair. She had an apgar score of 10! She nursed for over an hour and has been doing great. I had a second degree tear but was able to leave the hospital 7 hours after getting there. It was so nice to be home and sleep in my own bed. Toby is the best big brother and has been trying to teach her high five.

I'm sorry this is so long, but I never thought I would get to write a birth story. I am so proud of having a VBAC and doing it naturally. I never knew how empowered it could make you feel.

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Derek Bennett O_____'s Birth Story (VBAC)

Derek Bennett [Last Name] was born on Sunday, July 5, 2009, at 1:38 p.m. CA time. He weighed in at 7 lbs 10 ozs (2 ozs less than older brother Jackson), and measured in at 21.5 inches (two inches longer than newborn Jack). No wonder I felt like his feet were in my throat all the time!

I did get my VBAC , although it was a toss-up right up until the end. I was in labor for 40 hours and pushed for more than 2.5 hours. Friday night, July 3, I started having real contractions. They stayed at 30-45 seconds long every 10 minutes all the way until Saturday evening, when they started coming fast and furious. I was instructed by the hospital not to go until the contractions were at least a minute long, very intense and coming every 3-5 minutes, so DH and I kept putting it off. Finally, we got into the car when my contractions were more than a minute each every 3-4 minutes. When the triage doctor checked me out, I was pleased to hear that I was already at 5 cm, 80% effaced, and at -2 station. I had been so afraid that they would tell me I wasn't even 1 cm yet! (That would have been so sad with the intense contractions!) We settled into our delivery room, and I planned to have an all-natural VBAC and told the anesthesiologist so.

So that was at 12:30 a.m. Saturday morning. I labored until 4:30 a.m., when the doctor who was working with my midwife came back to check me again. She found me at 7 cm, still at -2 station, now 90% effaced. She consulted my midwife and they decided to break my bag of waters to get things going faster. Boy, was that a weird experience ... all this warm water gushing down my legs! The doctor advised me that things would get intense from here on out, so if I wanted an epidural, to tell her now. I said no. She said she would come back at 6 a.m. to check my progress.

Well, by the time she came back at 6:30 a.m., I had been laboring hard, with DH acting as labor coach, for a while. The contractions were so intense, it seemed. She checked me and pronounced that I had not experienced any changes at all. She and the midwife said that Derek was posterior (this was a change since my last appt), and my contractions, despite ample moving around and posterior laboring positions, were not frequent enough. They suggested giving me an extremely light dose of Pitocin. The doctor asked me if I wanted an epidural; the midwife emphasized that it was up to me. At that point, I was running on more than 24 hours of labor and very little sleep. I was already at my breaking point before the news that I hadn't dilated at all from 4 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. I felt so tired, and like there was no way I could deal with the extra contrax from the Pitocin. Right away I said, "OK, I want the epidural." DH asked me if I was sure, and I said yes, because I knew I was at the end of my rope. I just wanted relief. Soon afterward the anesthesiologist came in and started hooking me up. While he was there, the contrax started coming one on top of the other, way off the charts, and I was just crying and crying. The nurse was trying to get an intermittent monitor on my belly, and I felt like her movements made me have even more contrax (probably not true), and I was just almost hysterical. DH was awesome and kept reminding me to breathe and squeezing my hand.

Soon the epi was in, but they had to come back three times to adjust the dosage, so I had another 45 minutes where the contrax were so painful, and I just whimpered through them. I was just so discouraged that after going to 7 cm, I had stalled. At this point, I was convinced that between Derek's posterior position, the Pitocin and the epidural (which meant lying down in bed), I wasn't going to get my VBAC. But, my midwife was really positive and said that it was likely Derek would descend down the birth canal. She told me to just get some rest and relax. So I did. I got the epi around 8:30, and by 10 a.m., I felt an awful urge to poop. I called the midwife, and she determined that in only 1.5 hours, I had proceeded from 7 cm to 10 cm, and Derek's head was at +2 station, ready to push, and he had turned so he wasn't as posterior as before! She made me "labor down" with more contractions for one more hour, and kept flipping me from side to side on the bed to encourage more turning. I started pushing shortly after 11 a.m., with great coaching from my midwife. She turned down the epi and turned off the Pitocin. They said I was a great pusher, but it still took until 1:38 a.m. WHEW! Oh and by the time Derek appeared, he was anterior!

Big difference from c-section: He was put right away on my abdomen, for me to hold and admire, even before his cord was cut! I love my little boy so much -- he looks exactly like Jack as a baby. And, I love being able to sit up right away.

However, little Derek had his hand kind of up by his face when he came out, and a sharp fingernail scratched the inside of my vagina and my labia, giving me a second-degree tear that took forever to finish up. Also ,I was so swollen from pushing that I couldn't pee, so now I had a catheter in until the morning after the delivery. Oh well!

I am really proud of myself for going to 7 cm unmedicated, and I'm also proud of the fact that I wasn't stubborn about the epidural and trusting my doctor and midwife. I think in this case, given how tired I was, the epidural and Pitocin really saved my opportunity for a VBAC -- that and the fact that the hospital staff was so supportive of VBAC. There were so many times when they could have just said, "OK, straight to the OR," but they didn't.

And now, some pictures:

First family pic, taken soon after delivery


The brothers meet!

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I had a successful VBAC in January 2010 at:

University Medical Center (formerly Thomason Hospital)
4815 Alameda Avenue
El Paso, TX 79905
(915) 544-1200

VBAC'ing midwives:

Just posting this FYI for others who, like me, couldn't find anything about VBAC in the Las Cruces/El Paso area. Feel free to contact me via PM for more info.

VBAC El Paso, VBAC Las Cruces, VBAC New Mexico, VBAC Alamogordo

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Mine is also long. i apologize. this is also from July 2009. just stumbled across this request.

Isaac’s Birth Story

We should start on Tuesday July 7th. I had a doctor’s appointment. I was 2cm dilated and 50% effaced. Dr. R stripped my membranes again (the only action he'd take to help get my labor started, no pitocin later either). This was the second time after a missed week due to a nasty cold complete with antibiotics. So the day passed peacefully. That evening I walked to a friend's house to watch a movie and hang out with a few other women. I got home about 10:30 and went to bed. I slept okay but awakened around 6am and decided to just stay up and have my morning walk. 1.5 miles later and a couple of twinges I finished up. I got DS1 awake and DH dressed him while I got lunch and breakfast ready. I had another twinge or two but didn’t think much of it. While we were buckling DS1 in I had another one and mentioned to DH that I thought it was a contraction. He said that he’d keep his cell on him.

So I went in and got a shower and then had a bagel and made a smoothie. I settled into work. Humm that hurt. Ahh it was nothing I’m thinking. So I work for awhile and the pains are getting more consistent. Humm so I call Mom at about 8:30 and go “I think I’m in labor, but I’m not sure”. Called Charity our doula too so that she’d know what was going on. I had to leave a message though.

Pains are becoming more regular so I go and take another shower thinking if they were contractions they’d keep going if not they’d stop. They keep up. So at 9am I’m calling Mom back saying I’m in labor while trying not to panic and breathe hard into the phone as I have another one. I send quick IMs to my boss letting him know that I’m in labor and ignore everything else. I called DH and broke down saying “I’m in labor, come now I can’t do this by myself”.

Contractions are coming pretty regular now and they hurt. A lot and are high in my middle back. I’m laboring the best I can but I hurt. DH finally gets home and I have him pressing on my back and rubbing it. I’m laboring everywhere upstairs and even in the tub for awhile. That helps but I still need DH to rub my back. This is really awkward for him. DH leaves Charity several messages and finally gets ahold of her. She arrives not too long after that. DH also calls our friend to get DS1 from school. So logistics are taken care of, I can relax on those thoughts then.

Contractions are a minute and half apart, gee this sounds familiar, just like with DS1’s labor. At least we know what to expect this time. I’m doing my best breathing and trying to relax but it hurts sooo bad. I’m getting tired and just really want it to end. I remember asking DH and Charity to just shoot me now. I can’t do it anymore. They both said they didn’t want to be responsible for my death and they weren’t going to oblige. So I take another shower that helps for awhile. But I’m in pain and just can’t do it anymore. I finally tell DH that I really want to go to the hospital. And I’m sorry but I just can’t do it anymore; that was probably around 2:30.

This was a hard moment I think for DH. He knew what I really wanted to do a natural childbirth and he was doing his best to keep me on track for that goal but I knew that I’d done my best and needed help. So Charity and DH got me into a pj top and some shorts and 3 very painful contractions later we make it to the van. DH laid the back seat down and Charity put a few pillows and a sheet down and I knelt between the seats and labored the entire way to the hospital. I’m having major bloody show at this point and the contractions are clamping my stomach (which I later found out is involuntary pushing). We get to the hospital and DH goes in and gets the lady at the desk to bring out the wheelchair. She sees the blood and hears my moaning and starts panicking slightly. She was pushing so fast that Charity had to run to keep up with her. So up the elevator we go. To the nurses desk where they take one look at me and place me in the closest room they have. Which happened to be right behind the nurses desk. The nurse pulls back the sheet and asks if I’m crowning. I’m like no. I manage to get on the bed and they help me get my shorts off and the nurse does a cervical check while I’m not contracting because I couldn’t stand to have her touch me during one, so I was 5cm dilated and 90% effaced.

Wow…things were happening so fast. They put me on oxygen. The baby wasn’t handling the stress well, probably because of all the excitement of getting to the hospital and into a room. So they ask me two questions. 1) Are you married? And 2) Can he (being DH) answer medical questions for you? Yes to both was my reply. After that I answered the battery of questions as best I could. DH said the poor nurse was taking notes on a napkin! I guess my vocalizations kinda got me past point A and right to point C.

The nurses were great they didn’t try to push any pain medications on me at all but I did request a shot to take the edge off. It took a little while to get the medications. By this time I’d been fitted with an IV and the blood pressure cuff. They’ve got me started on a saline drip. Guess I didn’t drink enough during labor at home. LOL! I think I probably only drank about 6oz of water since 9am and now its 3pm. So now I’m eating ice chips, which is all I really want.

So I’m settled for a moment. Charity runs out and gets some food. I’m doing okay. DH still is rubbing my back but I’m breathing through the pain and pressure. All of the sudden I hear/feel a pop and a severe pain. I realized that my water broke. Oh my goodness it broke all on its own! OUCH! Oh my and the pain just intensified so DH still had to rub my back. Charity came back and is like what happened I leave you for a second and things get moving even faster. I’ve got an internal check done and I’m 7-8cm. I’m in such pain my back is killing me. So I relent and get an epidural. It takes a while for the anesthesiologist to come in. I was sad that I choose to get the epi but I just couldn’t handle the pain anymore. I know I was close but I just couldn’t relax anymore. I asked if I could just get the lowest dose. I wanted to be able to feel and push when it came time but just take the edge off in the meantime. The guy came and I sat up with my foot caught under me. I couldn’t move. He started his work and was struggling. Finally they made me move and put my feet on a chair. The assistant wrapped her arms around me and I remember laying my head on her arm and telling her she made a good pillow. Silly what pain will make you say and do.

They got me settled laying back then and I sent DH to go get food. He’d only eaten a banana and a pack of crackers all day. So with Charity there and me trying to be more comfy I thought I could be without him for a few. So he leaves. I remember looking at Charity and tell her sorry for caving and getting the epidural. She’s like why are you apologizing you’ve done a great job. The nurses were proud of me too saying that I was doing really well too. I felt better about my choice then. The pain was gone eventually from my back but I was still feeling all the contractions and having to breathe through them. I pushed the button again and after 10 minutes no improvement really, but the back pain was gone. I could totally handle that. Dr. R came in and did an internal saying that I had a bit of internal swelling and that I was totally effaced and 8 cm. progress. Charity asked about the swelling and whether it would go away and the baby could move past it. Dr R said that baby would be able to continue down the cervix. Dr. R mentioned that he pointed the way to the cafeteria to DH. So that was cool that DH knew that the Doc was there. I’m sure that he gave him some comfort.

So during the contractions now it feels like my tummy is pushing down on its own. I ask Charity what she thinks that is that my body is starting to push interesting sensation and painful but powerful.

So the anesthesiologist assistant came in and tried a different medication to help with the hot spot. Amazingly it didn’t really help. DH returns. I decide to roll onto my left side hoping that might help with the hot spot. I’m there about 10 minutes when the nurse and Dr. R come running in. They get me to put the oxygen back in and have me roll onto my back. Dr. R does an internal and says okay we’re going to do a practice push. WHAT!! Already?!?! Its only been a little while. I figured I had hours to go. Next thing I know the nurse has me holding my legs behind my knees and DH is beside me and they’re telling me to push toward my bottom. It feels like I need to poop. I know this is the baby’s head so I focus on trying to push like I was constipated. After a 10 count Doc says “Good Job I see the head” and let’s get the bed ready. Are you serious?
So the bed is broken down and I’m ready to push again. The nurse was like go ahead if you’re ready. I do push and listen to what they’re telling me. I’m making a guttural noise and no one is yelling at me to not make noise or anything. It was all in my power. It was wonderful and painful and empowering. I guess it was after my second big push that I see the Doc lift up a pair of scissors and I remember saying that I don’t want to be cut. He said that they need to get the baby out faster, baby wasn’t handling the contractions well. Okay. So he snips and I scream. I felt all of that. The shock on Doc R’s face was not nice to see either. He was like I’m soooo sorry he thought I was numb from the epi. But I wasn’t at all. I was able to move my legs. I do think that it was an advantage because I could push more effectively. Dr R did give me a shot then to numb the area to complete whatever it was he was doing.
I remember looking up at DH who was standing there next to me and ask him if he was ok. I realized that he was watching his baby immerge which surprised me because he’d said all along he didn’t want to see. He’s like its amazing. While I was pushing I couldn’t tell you what DH was doing other than he was there near me I was too focused on my goal.
I remember another push or two and I could see the baby’s head. Another push and baby was out and they were putting him on my stomach. Yup another boy my first view was of him peeing all over the place and of a head full of dark hair. He looked so tiny. I got to touch his head and give a kiss. I remember looking up at DH and Charity and saying “I did it, I did it! I just gave birth”. DH kissed me. He had tears in his eyes as did Charity. DH got to cut the cord and then they had to take him to go suction him. He came so fast that his lungs didn’t get completely squished clean. I had wanted to hold him for another minute. But DH went with him. Charity stayed with me while they worked on getting the placenta out. Nobody told me that that part would hurt too. Ouch. Talk about a feeling of relief though when it came out. Charity said that it looked good and healthy.

Finally DH brought our little boy over so I could see him. Charity took lots of pictures and we talked to our new son. We had to ask him what his name was. He was wide eyed but wasn’t telling us what his name was. Dr. R was giving his opinion on names while he was sewing me up which was kinda funny. So we finally settled on a name.

So to make this long story come to a conclusion.
Isaac Durand ???? was born Wednesday July 8th 2009 at 5:48pm weighing 6lbs 9oz and 20 inches long.
He was perfectly healthy with Apgars of 8/9.

Dr R and the nurses were super excited and impressed with my pushing and how well I handled labor. Doc said that if we decided to have another baby the risks would be lower to attempt another VBAC because I’d already had one successful trial of labor.

Friday going home day I take a walk around the maternity floor and run into Mariam one of the nurses that was there during my labor. She asked how I was feeling and then said that I showed laboring women how it should be done and how proud she was of me. That really made my day.

After feeling like a failure as a woman after the birth of DS1 feeling empowered and mighty as a woman after this birth is a total different outlook and warmth. I’m still amazed and find the whole experience surreal and like a movie.

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My VBA2C!!

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

I had my 36 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 (DS) 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.

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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Just noticed this sticky. Copied from my lodge. Home birth with hospital transfer.

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.

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. 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. 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. 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.

ETA: I took out all the post birth stuff that was a little hard to read. Our VBAC baby turned out to be healthy and happy despite a rough begining. I don't feel that my choice to VBAC had anything to do with his rocky entrance into the world and plan on VBACing again with any other children we are blessed with.

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Bean's Story (aka Eve Katherine Renee's Birth Story) = 2nd VBAC

August 2 (36 weeks 1 day) “ Wonderful GBS test (praying its negative), checked for dilation and I'm 1cm, but the cervix is high, thick and closed. I'm measuring 37 weeks along. HB is 155 (2 weeks prior it was 145), maybe the fluctuation is a direct reaction to Mommy's anxiety of the GBS test??? Or is it a girl playing tricks on us?

August 9 (37 weeks 1 day) “ GBS test NEGATIVE (whoot whoot). Mommy didn't gain any weight this week. HB is 145. The measurement of Mommy's tummy is 40 weeks. I was checked for dilation and I'm 1cm, but the cervix is still high, thick but a bit softer than last week. Skipped the sweep this week cause Mommy's trying to procrastinate for Grammy to arrive.

August 17 (38 weeks 2 days) Mommy gained 1 pound this week (probably too many milkshakes). HB 144, tummy measured 39 weeks. Mommy was checked for dilation and still 1 cm, high and thick but maybe a bit softer than last week. Doc decided not to do a sweep because it would be too painful with lack of dilation. But Im still head down just not engaged or dropped. Mommy walks about a mile in the evening and uses 2 EPO caplets for the first time.

August 18 (38 weeks 3 days) Mommy wakes up for the morning (after a night of having to pee every 2 hours) to find that she can breathe a bit better and notices that there is space between her belly and her boobs. Guess I dropped last night. No other signs of progression though. As the day progresses Mommy had some mucus plug loss but nothing significant. There are a few contractions, but really they're more like Braxton Hicks but a bit more intense. Daddy and Mommy go out to dinner alone and Mommy has a few more Braxton Hicks while at dinner and a few more while shopping for puffy paints for Big Brother t-shirts. They get home and Mommy is tired at goes to bed at 9pm. She wakes at 11 with Daddy coming to bed and goes pee and wakes again at 12am.

August 19 (38 weeks 4 days) So this story will continue from Mommy's perspective.
So the night was interesting. Ever hour or two I was awoken to need to go poop. LOL.guess I was cleaning out. I figured it was the hot banana pepper appetizer I'd eaten the night before. Then around 3 when I decided to go to the couch so I could lay more upright that these feelings were coming around once an hour..I got up and had a granola bar and a glass of water and texted Mom to say that things were starting to progress. At 4 I realized that things were happening once every 30 minutes. But I was able to relax and breathe through them. DH got up when the alarm went off at 6. He?€™s like how are you, what?€™s going on. I?€™m like I think I?€™m having contractions. He?€™s like ok. So he gets showered and ready for the day. I was surprised to see him in work clothes. He comes in and I?€™m like oh?€?.your dressed for the office. And he looks surprised at me like he didn?€™t realize that I was serious about the contractions and then I had one in front of him. And he?€™s like okay how frequent. I?€™m like once every 20-30 minutes. So we made a game plan, he?€™d get the boys up and dressed and take them to ?€œschool aka day care?€? and then go into work let them know that he?€™s going to be out and come right home. Sounds good to me, I?€™m handling things ok. The boys are both clingy; I think they know something is up. And we tell DS1 that his baby sister or brother was going to be born that day. DS1?€™s excited but wants to stick with Mommy. Poor guy he just didn?€™t quite get it. So DH feeds the boys and gets them off and is back around 8:15am. Meanwhile I?€™ve taken a shower to relax and feel clean. It had been a sweaty night.
He changes and starts cleaning. LOL?€?.yes he cleaned my shower and the tub, then vacuumed the floor and cleaned the cat box. Meanwhile I can?€™t sit anymore. Its 8:30am now and I?€™m definitely into active labor. DH called Mom around 8 and let her know so she can start the journey. I?€™m disappointed, I know then that they aren?€™t going to make it; it?€™s a 9 hour drive on the best of days. So I?€™m swaying and rocking my hips side to side an am able to just relax through the contractions. I?€™m really actually impressed with myself. DH?€™s like is it ok that I?€™m cleaning I?€™m like yes just don?€™t stray far. I didn?€™t need his touch just his presence.
Around 9:15 (give or take) I decide to take a nice hot bath in my clean tub. I let DH know and he helps me in and gets a towel to go behind my neck and head. I sat for probably 15 minutes in utter bliss. It?€™s the first time I?€™m actually able to relax and get off my feet for the last hour or so. Then things change and the contractions start coming closer together. I?€™m using all the vowel sounds I can think of to ?€œsing?€? through them. Ok I felt like it was singing or toning but I?€™m sure it sounded more like screaming. DH calls the doula, Amy to come over. And he can?€™t get through. So he?€™s like dialing all the numbers to get ahold of someone to get her. She?€™s to come to the house because I went from not needing help to needing help NOW in like minutes. So I?€™m ?€œsinging?€? and DH goes back down to finish up the cat box really quick. LOL?€?..all the sudden he hears the tub draining and my tones have changed. And comes flying back up the stairs. What happened??? Yeah at 10am my water broke with a POP and rushing liquid that I could see escapes my body, it was dark and I was worried it was meconium. I made the tub drain cause I knew I shouldn?€™t be in the water when my bag of waters had broken. The contractions are one on top of the other now. I?€™m still in the tub on my knees leaned over the edge with my head buried in DH?€™s shoulder. I?€™m toning but also going ?€œI don?€™t like this?€?, ?€œthis really really really really hurts?€?, a few choice words here and there. DH?€™s freaking out that Amy isn?€™t there yet. I was feeling the same way, well not freaking just really wanting her support but couldn?€™t articulate that either. The liquid I noticed in the tub was just blood and snot stuff?€?more mucus plug or my amniotic fluid, not sure which it just wasn?€™t meconium and that fear went away. And then well I noticed that I was feeling kinda pushy. I don?€™t know how I knew just did. DH said that I?€™d ?€œsing?€? and then like lower my body like I was pushing and he?€™s like ok when I said I think we need to go to the hospital. And another round of phone calls to let Amy know that she needed to go to the hospital instead?€?.and NOW.
DH manages to get me out of the tub and I stand in the middle of the bathroom gripping a door frame while he helps me step into underwear with a huge pad leftover from DS2?€™s birth. We get my pj top back on and we start moving. Which is an act in itself because the contractions aren?€™t stopping.
I?€™m now in the back of the minivan with some blankets on the floor, kneeling and gripping the side of the seat and the wall. DH heads out. I?€™m toning or screaming. DH?€™s trying to concentrate on the road and me and he?€™s doing it all very quickly. And of course we manage to get behind every slow poke imaginable. And I?€™m noticing that I?€™m screaming my vowels through the first part of the contraction and pushing during the second half. I?€™m trying not to but it?€™s just happening. I can?€™t think of what I?€™m supposed to do to keep from pushing.
We finally arrive at the hospital. Very cool they now have valet parking. DH pulls up and is like my wife is in labor and he and the lady at the valet desk run in and tell the desk and grab a wheelchair. The come to the back of the van to get me. I?€™m doing my best to get out but from a kneeled position and not being able to sit on my bottom it hurt like heck. I get in the chair but am like only touch my tailbone to the seat and using my legs to hold me up. DH throws a towel over my knees (modesty hahahahah). And I?€™m like get the suitcase it?€™s got the camera. He grabs it the valet lady says GO I?€™ll get the door. And off he?€™s pushing. And I?€™m trying hard not to sing too loud as we go by the desk I call to the ladies there ?€œDr. R. is my doctor?€?. They?€™re like we?€™ll take care of it.

Up the SLOOOOWWWWW elevator we go. The nurse meets us at the top and helps us get through the locked doors. The first room we come to is the triage room and they wheel me in there and ask me to get up. Hahahah I laughed at them but managed to move in a few. Next thing I know they?€™ve got my underwear off and are checking me which is incredibly painful and they?€™re like ?€œshe?€™s complete?€?. WHAT!!!! I notice at this time its 10:55am.

The nurses ask DH if I was planning on going natural, DH?€™s answer is there isn?€™t much choice is there, the nurse laughs and says no but it does give me her state of mind. At this point my body is shaking and pushing on its own and I?€™m just going with it. DH remembers to say that our friend (i.e. doula) Amy B is arriving and to let her in. She arrives shortly after he says this and we?€™re asked again if she can come in. probably because my legs are splayed and not much is hidden. LOL! They also are saying about this time that Dr. R. is 10 minutes out. I?€™m really like whatever I?€™m just going with my body. I?€™m also keeping my eyes closed. Probably I did this about the time they asked for my arm to stab me with an IV and something in my hand. I?€™ve no idea what it was.

I?€™ve really retreated inside. The only voices I?€™m really listening to are those of DH and Amy. I do remember being asked to slide down to the end of the bed and not really being able to and saying ?€œowie owie owie owie?€? a lot (can you tell I?€™ve got little kids at home already). My feet find a place to rest down and not in the air this time and I?€™m told if I want to push to grab behind my legs and push. I really can?€™t tell you if I did the grabbing really or if others just helped me do it but I do remember pushing and feeling like I was being stretched to death. My poor lady parts hurt. I did a few pushes like this and Amy kept telling me to relax my shoulders and breathe. I know someone was doing the 10 count but I really wasn?€™t listening.
Then I remember DH saying the head was almost out and look to see my baby (i.e. open your eyes). Oh my goodness I could see this gooey head with the vernix on it and it looked so small and smushed together it was amazing. I push again (back with the eyes closed). And I?€™m told to stop?€?why the head?€™s out right?€?.well they gave me a shot and proceeded to cut me. And then I had to push again for the shoulders and then for the hips and then the baby kicked me on the way out. DH said that the shoulders came out vertical instead of horizontal?€?.no wonder for the cut.
I?€™m crying and have my eyes open and ask DH ?€œwhat is it??€? (I?€™m told I actually shouted it). And his face was priceless. It was one of wonderment, awe, and tears of joy and he?€™s like ?€œit?€™s a girl?€?! OMG our girl, really OUR GIRL!!!! I asked seriously. And have the baby on my tummy I?€™m rubbing her face and looking at her and looking up at DH to see if it?€™s really happening. I couldn?€™t believe it.
I held onto her for awhile and DH got to cut the cord. Eventually they asked to take her away to be weighed and measured so I could work on delivering the placenta. I?€™m like if you have to. The nurses laughed and said they?€™d bring her right back.
So now the 2nd painful part starts. Dr. R. is massaging my insides and looking for internal tears and starting to work to get the placenta to deliver. OUCH. I?€™ve got a death grip on Amy?€™s hand and DH?€™s with our tiny one. So there are a few pictures of me staring at my baby girl with that ?€œowie face?€? going on.
I do get to see the placenta. This is very cool by the way. Dr. R. explains it all to me. Fascinating that it?€™s where my baby lived for 9 months.
So after he?€™s done and I?€™m all stitched up I get to hold my baby and kiss her and just cry over our little girl. I?€™m shaking from hormones and excitement. It?€™s really amazing.
So for her stats:
Born 11:09am (remember that I arrived at 10:55am)
Weight: 6 lbs 15 oz
Length: 20?€?
Head: 30cm
Apgars: 9 out of 9

She?€™s absolutely perfect and nameless for hours after her birth. We totally believed that she?€™d be another boy, why not we already had 2 it was the law of odds. We had a list of 27 names. So after 4 or 5 hours we narrowed it down to 4 names and then before Grammy and Grandpa Miller arrived we?€™d picked her name. It was one that we realized that as we looked at her our tongues just pulled upon first. So it was just meant to be.

So we?€™re very proud to announce: Eve Katherine-Renee L.

Eve - because we liked it and it was feminine and strong
Katherine - after my Great-Grandma Kate (Katherine) a wonderful?€?.strong enduring woman that I hope Eve takes after
Renee - to honor a beautiful soul of DH?€™s sister that blessed this earth in her own way for 28 years

Eve is doing well. Nurses great and is a mild mannered baby...so far.

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This is the story of my 2nd VBAC!

Archer Magmus
April 11, 2012 1:28am
9lbs 9oz, 20 1/2 inches

Early on and off contractions started happening the week before the birth. Friday 4/6 had a reg. appt. and decided to get checked since I'd been having pressure waves and found that I was at a 3. Came down with the flu that day and had more early labor type stuff going on throughout the weekend. Started loosing my mucus plug Monday and Tuesday with more rounds on contractions for a few hours that would fade. My mom droved from San Diego Tuesday 4/10 and arrived at our house in Northern Ca by 5:30pm. First day that I didn't have a fever from the flu! Once she arrived pressure waves started coming more regular and I hypno-slept through some of them while the family ate dinner.

By 7pm Tuesday night I told Wally that things were really getting more intense and I felt like he should get the kids down and that we would need to go soon just to get checked out. Didn't 100% feel like we'd be staying at the hospital/birth center but we should get going. He was ready to go by 8:30 and I was dreading the hour drive. After getting gas :roll: we were on our way. In the car I heard/felt 2 pops and really tried not to move. A while later the pressure waves started slowly pushing out my water which had broken just like I though. Yay for treated leather seats in the van! Long hour car ride but I was so happy to get there cause things were getting more intense.

9:45pm and they got me into a room right away and the first thing I said was bath. I needed that water so bad. First I had to get part of a strip done and answer questions. Intense. Got checked and was only a 4. FOUR???? How could it be. I had so much longer to go and I'll be honest it was dissapointing to find out. About 30 minutes of that stuff and then into the tub to finish my inital strip and get the hep-lock done. Three tries on the hep-lock and it was a was cause they couldn't find any veins. Flu had me a little extra dried up. Also monitoring was hard in the tub as I was hands and knees and the little units just wouldn't stay put. They wanted me on my bottom but that was a no way. Outta the tub to finish the stip on land, get the hep-lock by a pro, and then a promise to get back in tub. On the bed things got INTENSE. No comfortable position. Hypno-stuff just not helping me be calm. Finally someone got a vein to get lock in. I agreed to 1 bag fluid since I could tell hydration was an issue. Finished strip and waited for someone to come unhook me so I could crawl back in the tub.

Top of my thighs kept really really hurting during pressure waves and my body was taking over. The awesome doctor(thought she was a nurse for a long time) asked to check me cause she felt like I was progressing. Guess that bag of fluid got things going fast cause I was complete and it was about 12 midnight, only 1.5 hours since I'd been checked as a 4. She asked if I wanted to push and I said "no" cause it was all to fast and too much to take in. Operation accidental tub delivery was ruined since I wasn't going to be allowed to get back in the tub now. Had a 15 minute very painful pitty party and then decided pushing would be much more effective than being a sitting duck. Plus I started vomiting a ton and that got pushing going on its own. Was totally ineffective at pushing at first cause I was so tired. Awesome older nurse brought in some fun birth tools to try and the one I liked best was the squat bar with a sheet tied to the middle. It was like water skiing and I could really feel baby move down fast. Couple of pushed on that bar and the head was out. Took a minute and then the rest of his body was out. OB was so calm with me even though a few nurses started getting heating and yelling/forcing me to push. Baby came out and was put right on my chest and never left my skin until I had him weighed 2 or so hours later. Cord got to pulse, placenta came out fast (this time it wasn't pain free), and I only had a small tear on my old tear that required 4 little stitches. Got the chills again right after birth and then did the whole fever sweat thing (probably my flu) but was good again in like an hour.

I'll admitt that a quick fast birth is like the most intense thing EVER! It was really hard to focus and keep a grip of reality and use my hypnosis. I was loud for sure and not in control a lot of the time like my birth with Odin. It was harder to mentally process what was going on and not just loose it. Everything was totally worth it though and I'm so pleased with how things went!

Some face pics. See the dark hair like DS1 and more of it than Odin currently has! LOL...

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I just wanted to say as an encouragement for anyone wanting a VBAC I would highly recommend searching out a dr. who will help you. I had a C-Section with my 2nd child because of placental abruption. I have gone on to have 4 VBAC's all 38 week inductions and extremely easy and trouble free. I am currently due in January and plan on having my 5th VBAC.

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Bunni Larue
Hospital VBA2C

You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

To tell the story of Bunni Larue, I have to give a little background. The stories of Sylvia Joleigh and Justus Brooks are condensed but will give an idea of how I approached Bunni?s birthl (Sylvia and Justus' full stories). My husband and I met in a Yahoo chat room in January 2005. He was in Korea at the time, and I was in college in NC. We spent months talking on the phone mainly, and then I drove to meet him for the first time in June 2005. It was like we had always been together. We got married in May of 2006. He has done a year in Korea, two years in Iraq, and a year in Afghanistan. We have been stationed at Ft. Hood, TX and Ft. Richardson, AK.

Somehow in there, we have been able to conceive 3 precious babies. It took us about a year and a half to have Sylvia. There was a point in time that we thought we might not be able to have children. So we were ecstatic to find out we were pregnant with her. He was deployed and made it home on mid-tour leave just before my labor started. She was born 3:18 a.m., December 18, 2008 at exactly 39 weeks gestation; 8 lbs. and 19 inches long. I had an infection called chorioamnionitis, which led to a very necessary emergency cesarean under general anesthesia, and a week stay for her in the NICU. The day after she got home, he had to report back to Iraq, and didn't see her again until she was six months old. Sylvia was named after his grandmother. Sylvia was also a Goddess of the Forest and mother to the founders of Rome; Romulus and Remus. Jo and Leigh are our mother's middle names.

Within 6 months of John coming home, I got pregnant again!! I'm pretty sure the magical moment happened the night of Sylvia's first birthday... he.he.he. The next 9 months were extremely stressful. We moved several times and John left for Afghanistan exactly a year after he had gotten home from Iraq. Justus came at 12:59 a.m., September 17, 2010 at 42 weeks gestation; 7 lbs. 12 oz. and 19.75 in. long. I planned a HBAC (homebirth after cesarean) in NC and labored at home for 48 hours. I can't remember the exact times, but I think I was nearly complete for 7 hours. My cervix began to swell at 9.5 cm with an anterior lip, when my midwife broke my water at 9 cm there was meconium, and based on several factors I made the decision to transfer. I also ultimately made the decision to go to cesarean. He had been posterior and asynclitic, and my mom said the cord was wrapped 3 times. John was in a terrible spot in Afghanistan and missed Justus' birth entirely. He came home a week later due to the cesarean and me needing help, and then did not see his son again for 10 months. Justus is a very old Latin name and Brooks is John's middle name.

You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

We knew we wanted another baby, but had no idea how fast it would happen. Within a few weeks of John's homecoming from Afghanistan, we conceived again. There was never any doubt in my mind that I would go for a VBA2C (vaginal birth after 2 cesareans). I knew I would not try another homebirth for a couple of different reasons, and mostly because I had a provider in mind who I knew would support me. I went back to work to occupy my mind, and I focused on not really focusing on anything.

As usual, my pregnancy was easy. The only difference was that I had a variety of skin rashes and weird things like itching under my ring, and an allergic reaction to mango skin. I have always been blessed with perfect blood pressure, no gestational diabetes and no complications. I had very little morning sickness and even that was just nausea. I did not take a standard prenatal but took Vitamin C, D, and B-Complex, as well as a magnesium supplement. The one thing I did do is go to the chiropractor religiously. I knew in my prior births that the baby's positions had really worked against me, and not only that, but all the aches and pains I had felt before had disappeared once I began seeing Dr. Jen. By the end of the pregnancy I had gained about 12 lbs. and I was GBS negative. Then the sicknesses began!

At 40 weeks pregnant I got a nasty stomach bug that really depleted me. I was out of work for several days. I went back for one day with a little tickle in my throat and thought I was getting a cold. Come to find out, at nearly 41 weeks pregnant I had the flu! Influenza A. It was terrible and I was very, very sick. Thankfully I started taking Tamiflu almost immediately which made it slightly shorter-lived than usual. I prayed for her to wait a few more days so that I could regain my strength. It was around this time that I started losing my mucus plug. At my 41 week appointment I was 2 cm and 50% effaced, but I was having no contractions whatsoever. Everything was oddly quiet down there. I was elated as this was where I was after being up all night the first night I labored with Justus, but after a couple of days I started to get down on myself. We were doing non-stress tests about every other day, and the baby always looked fantastic. My OB mentioned trying a Foley bulb a day before 42 weeks if I wanted.

That Friday rolled around and still... nothing! I went in for my appointment and agreed to the bulb. It was actually a nifty little contraption called the Cook Cervical Ripening Balloon. There were two balloons, one on the inside of my cervix and one on the outside. He filled them each with 80 ml of saline and sent me on my way. The insertion was not painful at all, but sitting upright was not very comfortable. After a visit to Wal-Mart, once I got home, contractions were coming hard at 10 minutes apart. I also started a cotton root bark, blue, and black cohosh regimen. The balloon stayed in for 12 hours and then I removed about 20 ml of saline and it came out fairly easily. I knew this meant that I was at least 3-4 cm dilated. As soon as it was out I felt instant relief and realized just how miserable I had been all day. I continued contracting through the night on my own, and then by morning, we were back to nothing once again.

Happy 42 weeks to me. This was probably the hardest day of the whole pregnancy. This was officially the most I had ever been pregnant. I kept thinking that statistically my chances of successful VBAC had dropped. I countered that thought by acknowledging that I am not a statistic and that I bake my babies longer, but I was really down on myself. I reached out to my doula. What was the latest she ever had a mom go to? 43.5 weeks with my OB and after 36 hours of labor she birthed her 11 lb. baby vaginally; also a VBA2C. I suddenly did not feel so bad for myself. Then I reached out to another ICAN friend who had gone past 42 weeks. She had gone on to have a HBAC after 55 hours of labor. What an inspiration! If she could do it, so could I. I had my pity party for the day, and by that Sunday I was in a good place. I felt good physically and emotionally and it almost turned into, "Let's see how long this baby really is going to cook!" I stopped all the herbs, rested a ton, and decided I was not going to do anything for a few days.

Monday I had a non-stress test at the hospital. She looked beautiful on it, and I did not get checked. I did not have one contraction the whole time. There was no other mention of any sort of induction, and my OB had left the ball in my court as far as going as long as we needed. For once I felt totally in control of the choices for my body and baby. Tuesday I had contractions all day long that were about 15 minutes apart. They started to increase in intensity, and by evening were 5-6 minutes apart but nothing unbearable. I woke up in the middle of the night starving and still contracting, and then by morning, everything stopped.

On Wednesday we had a biophysical profile. I think that is what held up my contractions. I got nervous, and hoped all was well with the baby. We scored 10 out of 10. My fluids were not fantastic but not bad either. The placenta was showing some slight signs of aging, but nothing too concerning. The ultrasound tech estimated her weight at 7 lbs. 6 oz. At my 39 week consult with the other doctor, they had estimated 7 lbs. 7 oz. She looked great and we went in for another OB appointment. This time when he checked I was 4.5 cm and about 75% effaced! Yes! I knew it would not be much longer and it was likely that my next round of contractions would not stop. Dr. Elrod brought up castor oil. We went and got some afterwards and I let it sit ominously on the kitchen counter hoping that seeing it there would send me into labor. I knew deep down that once contractions started again, they were not going to stop.

The next morning, John and I went and had a big breakfast at IHOP. We did some shopping and by the time we got home it was about 10:30. I decided to give the castor oil a try. I mixed 2 oz. with 2 oz. of orange juice and chugged it down. This is where everything starts to go fast. I waited 30 minutes and started my herbal regimen; one dropper of cotton root bark, one of black cohosh, wait 15 minutes, another dropper of cotton root bark, and a dropper of blue cohosh. I did this for an hour. I started pooping almost immediately from the castor oil. By 12:30 pm contractions were coming lightly about 5 minutes apart. Deep down I knew this was it. Suddenly they started to intensify. Then by 1:30 they were 3 minutes apart. Some were even lasting 2 minutes long! But I was confused. I could walk and talk just fine through them. Everything time wise was moving fast, but the intensity was workable. I decided to call our babysitter just in case. John went to get Sylvia and Justus from school, and Skylar got to the house at about 3:30 pm. John was gathering last minute stuff, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I?m still talking and joking through contractions hating to leave so early but instinctively knowing that go time was near.

At 3:45 I heard and felt the pop deep within me. There was no doubt in my mind about it; my water had broken. But there was no water. I stood up and felt a tiny dribble. What I did see, thank the powers above, was clear!! I had prayed for clear fluid. When I sat down on the toilet there was lots of mucus and bloody show, but very little fluid. It was pretty clear why very shortly after when another contraction hit. She was down deep in my pelvis. It rocked my world! And from there they kept coming fast and hard. There was no more talking or walking. I was moaning through every one and trying to make my way to the car.

That was the worst car ride of my entire life. John was driving fast. Traffic was heavy as usual for 4:00 pm on a Thursday coming out of Anchorage. I had a hard time relaxing. At 4:30 pm we got to the hospital and were told to wait in the lobby. I went to the lobby bathroom and started puking. I was sweating and shaking. From that point until around 10:00 pm everything was a blur. We had the worst nurse ever in the beginning, and John promptly fired her. I can?t remember who said it, but it always stuck in my mind, "Chances are if you don't like your nurse, she doesn't like you either. The difference is, she can't fire you as a patient, so go ahead and do her the favor of firing her." She kept harping on the monitors, which I wasn't refusing! The only thing I refused was lying in the bed to be monitored. Luckily, baby girl was cooperating and we could get her heart rate beautifully while I was standing.

Dr. Elrod came in and checked me and I was 5 cm and 90% effaced. Oddly enough, the information did not bother me. I did not have time to think of it. In hindsight, when I think of Ina May Gaskin and her talk of the Sphincter Reflex, I think that is what we had going on. I was scared, I could not get into a groove in triage, and I felt like I was on display. There was a point where her heart rate was dropping into the 70s and 80s during a contraction. He did not say anything but I saw a brief look of concern on his face. Luckily it popped right back up as soon as the contraction was over. I knew she was fine the entire time, but we did see that it happened when I bent over during the contraction so I tried to stand up straight after that. My doula also had me talk to my baby and connect with her telling her everything was ok. I have looked back on this moment and I am extremely thankful for Dr. Elrod's confidence. I think if it had been anyone else, they would have taken me straight to cesarean, even though decels during contractions can be totally normal.

All I wanted was to hide in the bathroom... alone. I think my body was further along than what the dilation told. I could feel the pressure as if I could not sit on my bottom. Contractions were 2-3 minutes apart, and lasting at least 1.5 minutes long. I was also doing this funky double-peaking. The first one would come, it wouldn't ever let go, and then it would hit again. Then the second one would be normal.

Finally we got a room. I got the hep-lock. Shortly thereafter I started puking again. When I puked I would get lots of bloody show. I got the telemetry monitor which is the exact same thing as the other monitors but on a pole so you can move around. Then I got in the tub. It did not provide the relief I was hoping for and that I remembered with Justus. How in the world had I made it 48 hours at home with him? And I didn't feel like I could go another hour with her? I thought hard about it. I was fighting the contractions and could not let go and work with them. All I kept thinking is how fast everything was going. I asked for the epidural. My doula held me off for a bit. Then I asked again. I was sure. I talked to my doula, then to John. Then Dr. Elrod came in and asked why the change of plans. I told him that I knew I was fighting the contractions and if I could just relax I thought she would come. I knew I did not want narcotic medications. Everyone was extremely supportive and John said he was with me as long as I would have no regrets. I was sure.

I had to get fluids first which took FOREVER. Then the anesthesiologist started with an extremely low dose that did nothing. It did not take effect for quite a while. I felt as though I was climbing the bed with the contractions. They were so intense. In the meantime I also got a shot of Phenergan for nausea. It was just enough to take the edge off. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the intensity of the contractions started to ease.

Amazingly, only about an hour after the epidural took effect, I felt a lot of pressure. At 11:00 pm Dr. Elrod came in to check and I was 10 cm and +2 station! That was fast! It made me feel even better about the epidural and in that moment I knew I had done what I needed. I tried pushing a few times and decided that I should rest. I was exhausted, and the pushing was not very effective. She just wasn?t quite ready. Around 3:00 am, we tried a few more pushes. Still not quite ready. I slept and let the epidural wear off.

At 6:00 am it was time. I was feeling contractions again and a ton of pressure. Everything was so calm and relaxed, just as I had imagined. There was just Dr. Elrod, a nurse, my doula, and John in the room. Nobody counted at me. There were no bright lights. I tried holding my legs and pushing, but I got the most from doing tug of war with the nurse. She got a towel and I pulled as hard as I could with the contractions. I was also getting a horrible cramping in my back that slowed me up a bit. It did not seem like I was making much progress.

Finally John said he could see a bit of her head. They brought the mirror in for me so that I could see too. Dr. Elrod stepped out of the room and I continued to push with the nurse. All of a sudden I felt her slipping down and the nurse jumped up and said "Whoa!" and placed her hand over my vagina. This was oddly amusing to me; what was she going to do, hold the baby in? Her head was half-way out, and I told them with the next contraction she would come. I began to cry. My doula told me not to be afraid, but that wasn?t it. I was doing it. She was doing it! My body was doing it! I wasn't even pushing! Then I felt a pop as I tore. Dr. Elrod came in and John was trying to put gloves on. Poor guy, he had one glove on, and Dr. Elrod goes, "It's your baby man, you better catch her!" Right at that moment, he threw the other glove down as I felt her wriggly arms, legs, and body slide right through my pelvis, and out in a perfect anterior position. At 6:49 am, he scooped her up as she pooped all over him and laid her across my belly. Fifteen hours after my water broke, and nearly 8 hours after I had reached 10 cm, my husband caught our baby girl... our vaginal birth after 2 cesareans.

As long as there's the two of us,
We've got the world and all it's charms.
And when the world is through with us,
We've got each others arms.

Time stood still. That was the most beautiful moment of my entire life. She was not breathing yet but I knew she was just fine. Nobody took her. They placed a blanket over top of the two of us and we rubbed and talked to her. Another nurse, one of my favorites, came in and was talking to her telling her she needed to cry. I knew she was fine. I felt her take her first deep breath, as the outside world filled her body. It was as if we were still one; her skin to my skin and her cord still attached to me. She never did cry, and the nurse finally said, "Well, she's breathing and looks great, oh well!" I did it. We did it. I had prayed many nights that we would do this together. I could not believe it.

The cord stopped pulsing quickly. I was surprised by that. It was totally limp and white and John cut it. Then slowly my ears began picking up the sounds of the room. Was that a faucet running? "Is that my blood?" I asked. I could hear it pouring off the bed. Dr. Elrod looked up at me and said, "Yes. I know you did not want the Pitocin Ariel, but you need it now! I don?t want to be talking about transfusion in a few minutes." I was bleeding a lot, and in my state of bliss I did not care what they did to me. My uterus was not clamping down. They ran the Pitocin, vigorously rubbing my belly, and then after a shot of Methergine the flow began to slow down. Later, we estimated about 4 cups of blood loss. Dr. Elrod stood up and held his arms up, "Just to give you an idea," he said. He was up to his elbows in my blood. I gave a slight push with the next cramp and felt the warm, softness of her placenta slide out. I asked to see it. It was big and healthy looking. No wonder she was nice and content in there. I ended up with a 2nd degree tear, and he said he checked my scar from the inside to see if that's where the bleeding was coming from, but it was perfect.

I must have held her skin to skin and nursed her for two hours before curiosity got the best of me. Instinctively I knew that she was my smallest baby so far. I wanted to know what she weighed. The nurse took her and weighed and measured her; 7 lbs. 1 oz. and 20 inches long, born at 42 weeks and 6 days gestation. She was my smallest, but longest baby! Then the nurse gently bathed her. She loved having her hair washed, and I loved watching my beautiful girl being cared for so intimately.

Bunni is a short form of the Goddess Berenike, the Bringer of Victory. Larue is my grandmother's middle name.

So all in all, it did not go exactly as planned, but I was prepared for that. It went exactly as it was meant to. I had waited a long time to write a birth plan because I did not know what I wanted. All I saw was the VBA2C and a healthy baby. Nothing else mattered, and I have no regrets. I have asked myself at least once a day, "Regret the epidural?" and every time the answer is, "Nahhhhh, I don't regret it one bit!" The only thing I wish I had done was go to the hospital when my mom had told me to (you know when I was still a bit confused about what was happening since I could walk and talk through contractions). I had this aversion to the hospital, and overall they were awesome! I wish I had a little more time in the beginning to integrate what was happening in my body and to reconnect inside before everything hit so hard. The biggest lesson I learned is that it is imperative to have a team that truly supports you. If it had not been for my OB, I do not know if we would have made it to a VBA2C. Especially since she waited until 42 weeks and 6 days. I do not know of anyone else who would have supported me to that extent. I am one happy mama, and I am excited to see what the future holds for our little bringer of victory.

You've got to win a little, lose a little,
Yes, and always have the blues a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love

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Zoe Adara's VBAC Birth Story

November 27, 2012
7lbs, 12.8oz
18 3/4"

This is not a quick birth story because it was not a quick birth. But before I can start on Zoe?s story I have to first mention a few things about my son?s birth. As much as I felt I was informed about birth beyond the average woman (and sadly I was!), I know looking back I wasn?t informed enough. When I showed up to my 41 week appt with Aiden I thought I had given him enough extra time and had no issues when the OB said that he was not comfortable with any mom going past 41 weeks and I would be induced. At 41+3 I was induced (weekend got in the way of a sooner one) and I did not do well with the cervidil, AROM, and pit circus. It was not enjoyable in the least bit. Aiden did not enjoy it either. I had a c section. I hated how we were separated for over 2 hours after birth. I hated that I laid in recovery without any information about my son. I hated that he was given formula during this time. It was not how a mother and baby relationship should start. I knew immediately that I was going to VBAC (vaginal birth after c section) with my next child. I started researching more birth information and asked questions of other VBAC moms. When I discovered I was pregnant in March of this year, I knew what to look for in a VBAC friendly provider. I was very fortunate to have found a great office just an hour away thanks to another local mom. I asked them questions and felt comfortable continuing my care with them. The one negative? I had a 42 week limit. Considering how many moms seeking VBACs can?t find a provider that supports a full term pregnancy (a mom is NOT post dates till 42 weeks), I was happy. Other than PUPPS annoying me in the last month, I had a very normal and boring pregnancy. I saw CNMs (certified nurse midwives) the majority of the time.

Zoe?s birth story starts at 41 weeks (my estimated due date was 11/14). At that appointment I knew I was being put on the clock. I had an NST (non stress test) and quick ultra sound to check on Zoe. I saw an OB and talked about my options and risks. He was clearly nervous but respected my wishes to be given more time for my body to work. Next appt and another NST was set for 41 weeks and 5 days. I did not want to show up to that appointment. After looking at what little research there is on castor oil I did take 2 tablespoons at 41+3, a Saturday. Nothing happened (I was not okay with taking a larger amount that many do). That evening I took 2 tablespoons more. I woke up Sunday at 3am with my first pressure wave (hypnobabies language for contractions). I had pressure waves all morning and they even got to be 3-4 minutes apart at one point. With the help of hypno tracks I was easily able to work my way through them. However, they slowed down the afternoon. There was much walking and letting Aiden nurse as much as he wanted. Waves picked back up that evening and I worked my way through them all night. I did not sleep. I knew something was different because by now my waves were in my back, not just my front like they had been. I showed up for my Monday 41+5 appt having waves every 20-30 minutes. Zoe passed her NST, but the ultra sound showed that she had shifted herself asynclitic only a bit more wonky than a typical asynclitic presentation. She was leaning way far to one side at an angle and had the back of her head presenting first. I knew then that the OB was going to want to finally set a RCS (repeat c section). I was prepared to ask/argue for a foley induction, but with her presentation I was no longer comfortable with that. I envisioned the awful labor I had with my son that ended with a CS. The OB was definitely not okay with induction of any kind. He told me chances weren?t high that she?d shift for me to have a VBAC, but he?d give me my wish to not have a RCS till 42 weeks exactly and if I showed up in labor then I would be given the opportunity to VBAC. I had lots of hope and was immediately on the phone texting my best friend and on FaceBook messaging a group of over 20 women who had been supporting me from around the world. Yes, that?s right there was a huge FB chat going on for my birth and while I haven?t met most of these ladies they were on day and night offering advice and support from AZ to Canada to the UK to Laos to Australia. They got on the ball when I told them what was happening. While I was eating lunch after my appt, they sent me numbers and information on chiropractors within 2 hours of me that may be helpful. After lunch my husband drove the entire family (Aiden always went with me to every appoint even the ones at the end) over an hour away to a chiro who said she?d see me and see if she could help. Turns out she was a VBAC mom herself. She worked on adjusting me some and stretching out my round ligaments, which were way off balance and allowing Zoe to lean waaaaay off course. She gave me my ?homework? and said if I?m not in active labor by the next afternoon she?d see me again and do her best to get me in active labor before my RCS. I left there with waves coming every 7-15 minutes. That evening I followed her suggestions which started off with a long relaxing bath. I watched Zoe shift herself from the far side. Then my husband and I worked on the pressure points she had shown me. By 10pm I was back in active labor. It took off quickly and I put all my energy into staying calmed and focused. My husband called his sister to come pick up Aiden at 1am. I have a fantastic sister-in-law to get up in the middle of the night and drive an hour to get Aiden! I spent the entire night changing positions and trying to ride my waves despite the horrible back labor I was still experiencing. I?m not sure if I vocalized it out loud, but I spent a lot of time repeating ?deeper relax? and ?open, open, open.? I listened to easy first stage from hypnobabies a lot, but don?t recall paying attention to any of it. For once the lady?s voice didn?t annoy me and acted as a constant calm presence. Meanwhile my husband did his best to support me and do everything he can to make the waves better for me. He reminded me to use the bathroom, to drink water, suggested snacks, gave me back counter pressure, gave me heat packs, and reminded me to move around and change positions periodically. He spent a lot of time texting my best friend and even getting on my FB chat to make sure he was doing what he could. I?ve since heard that he was worried that I was going to give birth at home due to how my waves appeared to him, but I knew that I was not in danger of that. I knew I had lots of time left to go, which at that point wasn?t comforting to my poor back. By 4am my husband decided it was past time to get me to the city that our hospital was in since it?s an hour drive there. At the suggestion of my chat ladies, he called around and found a hotel for us to go to. I refused to go to the hospital, so it was a good compromise for us. I wasn?t a fast mover with my intense waves, so it was 6am before we arrived there. The ride sucked. I ended up laying down on my side in the back seat with a heat pack on my back. I turned my hypnobabies birth track up way loud (headphones on!) and when I couldn?t be quiet reminded myself to moan through them keeping my mouth loose. When we arrived to the hotel, my husband drew me a bath in this huge jacuzzi tub and grabbed me food from the hotel to eat (ate bacon, eggs, tots, and part of a biscuit!). I moved between the tub, the toilet, the shower, and the bed thanks to my husband?s urging. I?m fairly certain I told my husband a few dozen times that I was done and take me to the hospital for an epidural. He reminded me that I didn?t want that. I told him I needed to sleep. I was really struggling at this point to stay focused and calm with the back labor. Looking back it was way better than the pit labor I had with Aiden, but at the time I couldn?t focus on that because I was so sleep deprived. All I could think about was how the waves now hurt and that I wanted to sleep. I did keep moving back to the bed to lay down on my side so I could rest in between waves. The bad part of this is that the waves hurt more in this position. Getting on my hands and knees, leaning over anything, and heck just standing was beyond what I could physical handle at that point. At 10am my husband called the OB office at my urging. I was pissed that they said to go into the office and not to the hospital. Though once there apparently I highly amused everyone (thanks honey for sharing!) by asking for my hairbrush because I was not going inside with my hair the way it was. I somehow walked inside and waited for them to call me back. I just remember standing in the waiting room with my hypno on my headphones trying to keep quiet so I didn?t scare all the old people and pregnant ladies. When I was called back they checked the heartbeat (which was great) and checked me ? 5 to 6cm! OB came in and sent us off to the hospital with paperwork in hand for my VBAC! All I could think was ?FINALLY!? We arrive to the hospital minutes later and learned that everyone was right ? parking SUCKS there. My husband dropped me off at the entrance and he went off in search of parking. I walked inside and registered myself. Let?s say that sucked too. Especially because they told me to wait there for a nurse and it took what felt like hours for a nurse to come (at least a half hour in reality!). I somehow (where did the energy come from?!) walked the 10 minutes to the room they wanted me in. I stripped down and told the nurse that there was no way I could lay down in the bed on my back for a 20 minute strip like they wanted. So we tried with me sitting and finally laying on my side so I could keep getting counter pressure from my husband (this whole time I?d say ?wave? and he?d run over to help me). She was picking up the HB way low on me and it was only at 100. I was getting concerned. The OB came in and saw that and was clearly concerned and said that it was time to do the prep for a RCS. He kept looking at me and I know he was thinking about how much I wanted my VBAC. I shifted onto my back and I have no doubt I was screaming through the waves at this point. A whole bunch of people ran into the room. I got shaved down there, got my line in with saline, and more. The midwife on call from the practice was there too. Things were busy and a bit of a blur. However, Zoe?s HB improved and the OB said to wait and that if the HB stays like it is he?s okay with me continuing to labor. I was checked at some point and found to be at 7cm. Knowing this kicked in my head that I could still have my natural VBAC. Due to the issues with getting her HB still on the external monitors, I agreed for internal monitoring. At this point getting my VBAC was way more important. He asked to break my waters. I knew this was potentially going to make my waves speed up, but I was very worried about my energy and knew I couldn?t labor much longer. Told him to go for it. He broke my water and I immediately went to 8cm. ?Not much longer now? I remember thinking. He left and said I was going to be under the midwife again! She came and checked up on me. I did ask at some point for something to help take the edge off and was given Stadol. I knew I couldn?t labor out of bed due to pure exhaustion (it was in the afternoon by this point!) and the bed was making my waves worse. I screamed/moaned through the peaks of the waves and used hypno to survive the going and coming of them. I stayed on my side mostly so my husband could keep providing counter pressure and heat packs. The Stadol made me feel loopy, but I was able to keep my calm better and focus on getting through each wave one at a time. At some point I noticed the waves changed, but I would never call it much of a push sensation. It took me several before I realized what it even was and told the nurse. The midwife came in again all happy and helped me work through pushing. She was very encouraging. I chose when to push and how long I could manage it. She was great at offering suggestions, but still letting me call it. However, it was very rough on me since my back labor was still there and I didn?t often feel a great sense of pushing. I had no idea until later how long I?d been pushing. I just knew that after awhile I was completely collapsing between pushing waves. I knew I had exhausted myself completely. My husband thought I was ?being zen? when really I was struggling to stay awake period. The midwife mentioned that I might need assistance because the heart rate wasn?t staying steady and called the OB in. He recommended forceps and quickly told me risks. I agreed because although I knew I could push her out I was too far past the exhaustion point to manage it (I did keep trying when urges hit though). It hurt like hell pushing her out with help of the forceps, but she came out quickly at 4:56pm. Turns out I had been pushing for 3 hours! No wonder they were concerned and no wonder I was having issues staying awake! Zoe was immediately placed on my stomach. I left her there till the cord had stopped pulsating. I was still struggling to stay awake, but the shocked that she really was here after all my waiting was starting to wake me up. I did receive a pit injection as per my birth plan. The placenta came out quickly without me paying much attention. I had my girl on my chest and offered her the boob if she wanted it. She was perfect! However while she was on my chest the OB became concerned about my bleeding and got my permission for a full bag of pit. There was much fussing around me and I remember having lots of pain from people pressing on my stomach. I tried my hardest to concentrate on Zoe, but I?m pretty sure I let out some screams. Soon though the local worked and they were able to stitch up my 2nd degree tear (I was told that I had torn before the forceps) and my bleeding calmed down a lot. Once they were done with me down there I finally felt awake from the ecstasy of having my VBAC. I was able to enjoy the beauty in my arms. I was amazed and shocked that I had accomplished my goal. Everything I had gone through was suddenly 100% worth it.

Definitely not my ideal birth, but it was incredibly powerful and healing. My body can go into labor. My body can dilate. My body can birth a baby. I got my VBAC. I got my precious baby girl. And all interventions were done with my consent and explained to me. I have no regrets. And the best part? My recovery has been nothing compared to that of a CS!!!

ETA: Had my VBAC in east North Carolina. If you're in the area and want more info, please PM me. I highly recommend my provider office and hospital!