Sirius J. was born at 9:26pm on 4.24 at 7 lb 8oz 20 inches! 
: He came a touch early at 37 weeks even, but it was his time. He was born on his great grandmothers birthday.
I'm going to piece together a birth story, there has been so much going on I hope I dont forget anything!
I woke up at 7:15 ready to go pee and start my day of laying on the couch for the weekend and try to fend of the possible pre-e symptoms. Instead I stood up and gushed fluid! I crossed my legs really tight, leaned over pulled the covers off DH and said "can you get me a towel? My water broke" he said "oh sh!t" and threw me a towel. We had very little ready, I was prepared to be totally 40 wks if not more. I figured we had time, I wasn't in labour, so I called my mom, who was about to leave the state for the weekend for a horse show. Then I called the midwife and she told me to come on in. DH finished packing the bag, and ran the vacuum in the nursery (yes, we are that unprepared!) then we headed to the hospital.
Once I was there they examined me and my waters GUSHED during the internal. They said that to get things started they wanted to give me pit
I took the pit, I trust my MW but waaaaayy back in the back of my mind, I wonder if I would have started labouring. oh well. The pit took hold and they hooked me up to the contraction monitor and the baby heart rate monitor. I laboured like that, mostly in the bed, a bit uncomfortable, but nothing horrid. I was more annoyed by the monitors. Eventually I refused to labour in the stupid bed and asked for the ball, they had a time keeping the baby's heart rate on the monitor and put him on the internal monitor. Which I hated and loved, I didn't want any monitors, but it was easier then the belly one. Once things picked up I felt like the ball was keeping "things in" and asked to sit on the toilette. It was such a production to move, all the monitors, the pit, the antibiotics (oh, forgot to mention I took the GBS test the day before and the results came back in the middle of labour I am negative 
) I laboured on the toilette and LOVED it, I felt like I needed to move again (I moved a lot) and ripped the terminal out of his head. he has a little scab. They put it back in. I managed to pull the cord out of the other end another time, and then the button kept coming off my leg. Near the end I was really contemplation taking the epi. The reason that I didn't want the epi was so I wouldn't have that lead to pit and the monitors. I knew that it had to be over soon, and I couldn't imagine not being in control of my pain. So I continued on the toilet and standing. I was glad I was in the bathroom, I was shaking and vomiting through about 3 'sets' of contractions. DH was a champ holding my bucket and reminding me to breath! I was nervous about what kind of birth partner he would make and I could not have asked for anything better. He was my knight. When It got to be time to push it was like nothing I have ever been through. Its like someone took control of my body and every mustle in me was forcing me to push him with all my might (which wasn't much, I was exhausted!) I pushed on my back, which I would have never imagined myself doing in a million years, but it felt right and I had a nurse and DH holding my legs to help me. After about 30 mins of pushing (I'm told, it didn't seem like that long I was in primal mama mode) I had my gorgeous cheesy baby! They suctioned and gave him a quick wipe and layed him on me and asked who wanted to cut the cord, my mom ended up doing it. Then they took him for an in room eval. I was elated, he is the single most beautiful person I have ever meet!
I wasn't able to feed at first and was only able to be with him for a few moments, he was grunting, nostril flaring and having trouble breathing so they took him to the nursery. I was able to try to feed him after about 3 hours, we did ok, but things were rough and he needed an chest xray.
Nursing is still a challenge, especially yesterday, he was so sleepy, and jaundiced (from his HUGE molded head) the staff needed me to nurse but he was simply too tired.
We are still struggling with some jaundice, but we are home!
I hope I remembered everything! There was so much going on I frequently forget pieces!
sirius with daddy dont look at the one of me
i was napping on the couch
: He came a touch early at 37 weeks even, but it was his time. He was born on his great grandmothers birthday.I'm going to piece together a birth story, there has been so much going on I hope I dont forget anything!
I woke up at 7:15 ready to go pee and start my day of laying on the couch for the weekend and try to fend of the possible pre-e symptoms. Instead I stood up and gushed fluid! I crossed my legs really tight, leaned over pulled the covers off DH and said "can you get me a towel? My water broke" he said "oh sh!t" and threw me a towel. We had very little ready, I was prepared to be totally 40 wks if not more. I figured we had time, I wasn't in labour, so I called my mom, who was about to leave the state for the weekend for a horse show. Then I called the midwife and she told me to come on in. DH finished packing the bag, and ran the vacuum in the nursery (yes, we are that unprepared!) then we headed to the hospital.
Once I was there they examined me and my waters GUSHED during the internal. They said that to get things started they wanted to give me pit
I took the pit, I trust my MW but waaaaayy back in the back of my mind, I wonder if I would have started labouring. oh well. The pit took hold and they hooked me up to the contraction monitor and the baby heart rate monitor. I laboured like that, mostly in the bed, a bit uncomfortable, but nothing horrid. I was more annoyed by the monitors. Eventually I refused to labour in the stupid bed and asked for the ball, they had a time keeping the baby's heart rate on the monitor and put him on the internal monitor. Which I hated and loved, I didn't want any monitors, but it was easier then the belly one. Once things picked up I felt like the ball was keeping "things in" and asked to sit on the toilette. It was such a production to move, all the monitors, the pit, the antibiotics (oh, forgot to mention I took the GBS test the day before and the results came back in the middle of labour I am negative ) I laboured on the toilette and LOVED it, I felt like I needed to move again (I moved a lot) and ripped the terminal out of his head. he has a little scab. They put it back in. I managed to pull the cord out of the other end another time, and then the button kept coming off my leg. Near the end I was really contemplation taking the epi. The reason that I didn't want the epi was so I wouldn't have that lead to pit and the monitors. I knew that it had to be over soon, and I couldn't imagine not being in control of my pain. So I continued on the toilet and standing. I was glad I was in the bathroom, I was shaking and vomiting through about 3 'sets' of contractions. DH was a champ holding my bucket and reminding me to breath! I was nervous about what kind of birth partner he would make and I could not have asked for anything better. He was my knight. When It got to be time to push it was like nothing I have ever been through. Its like someone took control of my body and every mustle in me was forcing me to push him with all my might (which wasn't much, I was exhausted!) I pushed on my back, which I would have never imagined myself doing in a million years, but it felt right and I had a nurse and DH holding my legs to help me. After about 30 mins of pushing (I'm told, it didn't seem like that long I was in primal mama mode) I had my gorgeous cheesy baby! They suctioned and gave him a quick wipe and layed him on me and asked who wanted to cut the cord, my mom ended up doing it. Then they took him for an in room eval. I was elated, he is the single most beautiful person I have ever meet!I wasn't able to feed at first and was only able to be with him for a few moments, he was grunting, nostril flaring and having trouble breathing so they took him to the nursery. I was able to try to feed him after about 3 hours, we did ok, but things were rough and he needed an chest xray.
Nursing is still a challenge, especially yesterday, he was so sleepy, and jaundiced (from his HUGE molded head) the staff needed me to nurse but he was simply too tired.
We are still struggling with some jaundice, but we are home!
I hope I remembered everything! There was so much going on I frequently forget pieces!
sirius with daddy dont look at the one of me
i was napping on the couch
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