I had a miscarriage in July and was so depressed afterward. I wanted another baby and so did my husband.
I had a scheduled c-section for my second baby on New Year's Eve. At this time of the year out here in Burlington, it's usually fifty-five and rainy. But that year we were caught by surprise...
I had a scheduled c-section for my second baby on New Year's Eve. At this time of the year out here in Burlington, it's usually fifty-five and rainy.
I felt glorious and I was loving being pregnant. So, you can imagine my surprise when I went into pre-term labor at 34.5 weeks. I was in the car and all of a sudden knew something was weird. I said "I'm in labor" before I even had my first contraction.
I have to admit that by my eighth month of pregnancy, I couldn't tell what I dreaded more – remaining hugely pregnant until my due date in mid-July or launching early into labor – an un-medicated, all natural home birth – an experience that I'd signed eagerly up for just eight months before.
I did not allow myself to grieve for Lauren for quite some time. I focused all of my attention on Colleen thinking that if I was sad for Lauren I would let Colleen down.
I'll start by saying that motherhood was something I always dreamed of since I was a little girl. I have always hoped to have a little girl or boy of my own. After puberty, something weird happened and suddenly I had an odd feeling the thing I most wanted was going to be an obstacle to becoming a mother. I was right in that.
When my midwife said it could be this weekend or three weeks, I figured three weeks. All along I had pretty much counted on being late (first baby and all). Friday night I couldn't sleep. My cramps were hurting really bad. I got up at 6:00 a.m., thinking "I can't handle this for two more weeks!" As I was talking to my friend, I felt this pop and all this water came out! My water broke!
I got the head out, and the doctor said, "OK, little push," so I got the shoulders out, and again another little push and the doctor thought Mason's body would be out. But it took two more, since Mason was so long.
I was scheduled to go in to the hospital on April 8th for an induction at exactly 39 weeks. I was having no noticeable contractions, and had not been feeling any at all my whole pregnancy.