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post #61 of 78
Oh Renae... I'm sorry things went this way. Ug, a long, painful, frustrating labor, and then a cesarean. I'll bet you're still exhausted. If and when you feel like it, think about joining the cesarean support thread over on the birth and beyond subforum. It has been a really good place for me to work through my feelings about my C with ds1. I'm glad you're so in love with Rowan and that he's a lovely, healthy baby...
post #62 of 78
Renae, sweetie. I'm so sorry that things didn't turn out the way you wanted. I'm glad you're home and that you and Rowan are ok (and your dh). I agree with KKmama - this is a great place to get support. Take care of yourself and congratulations again. You are a trooper - don't ever forget it!
post #63 of 78
Thank you all so much...
Here's some pictures that i forgot to post with the story:


He's absolutely precious. He and DH are sleeping on the couch right now, and I just want to cry when I see them there. I love my family so very much...

post #64 of 78
Oh my goodness! He has SO MUCH hair!!

Excuse me for piggybacking, but that reminded me that I don't think I ever posted a link with photos... we only have 2 pics up so far, but here's a link: http://www.mencimer.com/e/archives/2004_05.html
post #65 of 78
Renae-congrats on baby Rowan! He is absolutely precious! I *Loved* the pic of your dh and him right after he was born-your dh looks so in love! And the pic that was a closeup and all you could see are his eyes-too cute! I'm so sorry you didn't get the birth you were hoping for, but a baby's birth is magical no matter how he enters the world! You did a great job mama!

KKMama-your pics are great! I loved the one of both your boys. Ezekiel has such a wise face. Your older ds has the same color eyes and hair as my first dd! Although my second dd has dark brown hair. I wondered the whole pg long if I would have another redhead!

I need to figure out how to post a picture. I have an online acct. with Snapfish, but I don't have a clue how to link you there....hmmm
post #66 of 78
our story....

on wednesday, the 26th of may

at around 5pm i was just getting off the phone with my doula, who wanted to check how i was doing. i had told her, that although i had thought the baby was gonna come early i probably wouldn't go into labor anytime soon. ironically ten minutes after that conversation i started feeling contractions. after the 3rd or 4th contrx i started watching the clock and they were 10 mins apart. being in denial about it i went on making dinner and picking up around the house. after about 1.5 hs they were still 10 mins apart but getting stronger, so i told dh i'd lie down to see if they'd go away or if it was "real" labor. after another 30 mins i decided to call my mw to give her a heads up. she told me to lie down and drink plenty. the contrx were still 10 mins apart and she thought they'd probably go away. i also called my doula, told her to stay at home though, i didn't want her to make the drive if this wasn't the real thing.
i still felt pretty comfortable, i let dh finish making dinner and played with ds.
all of a sudden the contrx became more intense and were 5 mins apart. i decided to take a shower. the hot water felt great, but when i came out and the contractions were still pretty strong and regular, i finally realized that i might be having this baby soon. the only thing that seemed odd to me was, that i had had no discharge at all. no mucus plug, not a tiny speck of blood. so i still wasn't fully convinced i was in labor but called my babysitter and told him to be on standby, then i had some dinner.
around 8:30 the contrx came 8 mins apart, spaced out a little more, but becoming more intense and i had to breathe through them. i called my doula again, but still didn't feel it was neccesary for her to come and help me. dh decided to take a nap and i also tried to catch some sleep inbetween the surges. the night before had been rough with ds having a cough and by then i cursed myself for not having taken a nap after lunch.
a little after 9 i called the mw again, letting her now that i was in labor and i'd be coming to the hospital when the contrx were 5 mins apart for about an hour. then i called the babysitter again, asking him to come over.
dh was sleeping next to me and i silently cussed him out for being able to snore next to me when i was in pain and shivering from excitement and a bit of exhaustion. i let him sleep, though until the babysitter arrived. by 10:30 pm i had to moan with every contraction, they were now close to 5 mins apart again. i called my mom in germany and told dh to finish packing the hospital bags. then i asked dh to call the doula, i wasn't up to talking much anymore. tried to run to the bathroom and pee between contractions, sitting turned out to be really painful for me and i just wanted to lie in bed on my left side or kneel on the floor, rocking back and forth on all fours.
a little after 11 the doula arrived and the contractions were somewhere around 3 mins apart. dh called the mw and after hearing me moan in the background he said it would be a good idea to start heading to the hospital soon. so i made it down the 3 flights of stairs with 3 contractions. dh gave me a hotwater bottle for the ride, i let the back of the seat down so i could lie on my side during the ride. it was raining, i was cold and tired and wanted to get to the hospital quickly, thinking about their nice big jaccuzis in every room...dh remembers all of a sudden that he doesn't know where the entrance to the er is (i had asked him a day earlier if he knew which way to drive to the hospital, so we wouldn't have to circle around when i'm in labor! "sure, i know which way to go..." : ). so they're standing around talking while i'm lying in the car, until i bang on the door "we need to leave NOW!!!" we finally get to the hospital and they need to hook me up to the monitors in triage first, to make sure "i'm in labor". the contractions were 2-3 mins apart, my doula had to remind me to relax during every surge and i was slowly starting to feel a lot of pressure, thinking i'm gonna have to push soon. so i thought it must have been pretty obvious that this was not false labor, but what do i know... the triage nurse neede some "proof". (funny thing on the side: dh just mentioned how it takes me longer to type my birth story than to actually have the baby :LOL )
my mw finally came and checked me - i was completely dialated! now i really begged them to get me into a room or else i was going to have this baby in the triage room. when we got to my room i barely had enough time to scoot onto my bed when i yelled at my husband:" hold my leg, the baby is coming!!" i pushed once lying on my side and my water broke. within a couple more pushes and 5 minutes later lukas was born, on thursday the 27th at 12:43 am. my mw was awesome, magic hands! i didn't tear at all. in fact i have not felt any pain at all after he was born. i used 1 icepack just to keep the nurse happy who was trying to push it on me.
anyways, lukas weighed 7 lbs 11 oz, 20 inches long, head circ. 14 inches.
he latched on within 30 mins after he was born and has been nursing like a champ since then. he is a very calm, cuddly baby, it is very easy to comfort him when he gets upset.
i had planned a lot of things for my labor, packed snacks and cd's, i wanted to get in the tub, use the birthing stool...i am thrilled i went to the hospital last minute and had a fast delivery. next time we'll do it at home...
post #67 of 78

Birth of Lukas Edward

I couldn't resist posting the detailed version:

I had a long labor. It started 1 am Tuesday the 18th. Contractions varied between an hour apart and 5 min apart all throughout the week, which meant not a whole lot of sleep. Thursday night my doula came by to give me a message and stimulate some pressure points to get things moving. By Thursday night contractions were getting more regular- they were about 10 minutes apart most of the night. Friday around 5 am the contractions got down to serious business- between 4 and 7 minutes apart. I had canceled my midwife appointment that week, because I kept expecting to be ready to give birth. I decided I had better keep the non-stress-test appointment I had for 11 am Friday. By the time our ride came to pick us up and take us to the NST, I realized we’d better head straight to the hospital instead.

The midwife did a cervical exam an hour and a half after I got there, and as she did, my bag of waters broke. I was at 7 cm. Hooray, we thought. We’re almost done. Dh called the relatives to start heading down from Washington State.

Well, some time between Thursday evening, when my doula gave me a message, and the hours after I got to the hospital Friday, Luke turned posterior. So I had hours of difficult back labor. We tried all kinds of positions to turn him, but he just turned completely posterior the other way. Thank God for dh and my doula for hours of back support! There's no way I could have labored without painkillers if they hadn't been there.

Around midnight, I think, I entered transition. I was complaining that my uterus was too tired after all these days of labor. The midwife started giving me options, and all I could say was I don't know. She suggested pitocin to help me finish the labor, and that's when I started calling for the pain meds. Here's where the amazing, wonderful labor nurse stepped in. She, as well as the midwife and my doula, were very supportive of birth plan. She knew I wanted a natural childbirth, so she encouraged me to try one more position. I said yes- I can do anything for an hour. We agreed to check my cervix after the hour, and if I was still only at 8 cm, we would go the pitocin and epidural route. That hour was killer, I have to say. At the end, I was still only 9 cm.

Here’s where the midwife stepped in to help me reach my goal. She suggested that, since I’d felt a tiny urge to push during some of my contractions, she could try to help me push open that last cm. I got on my back we were successful- there was only a lip of cervix left. My contractions stopped at this point- my body was exhausted. My brain told me that women often stall out here because the body needs a break, but emotionally, I just wanted to give birth. I ok’d the pitocin, with no pain meds. As the pitocin kicked in I started to push. I tried a several positions until I found one that really felt great and made me want to push. Strangely, it wasn’t the squatting I’d done all that training for. It was on my back, with my legs in the air, and my tailbone curled up. After an hour, the contractions were coming too fast and they turned the pitocin off. Even so, I continued to have this incredible drive to push. The three pushes they had asked of me just weren’t enough. I asked if I could push four. I ended up usually pushing three, having a quick few breaths, and pushing once more. They had to tell me to wait until a contraction to push, and it was really hard to wait!

I pushed for a total of 5 hours. At that point I was only at station 1, so they brought in an OB. He was pretty sure we would have to do a c-section, but the midwife encouraged him to try vacuum extraction first, because each time I pushed, the baby was almost crowning. They wheeled me into the c-section room, and then my whole team encouraged me as I pushed, and the OB did an episiotomy and vacuum extraction. Hooray! Amazingly, it worked. Lukas Edward was born at 7:15 am on Saturday, May 22nd. He was 7 pounds, 9 ounces, and 20.5 inches long. He had great color, and was a healthy baby boy. I’m in love.
post #68 of 78
birth story: (edited for privacy)
post #69 of 78
heather- as you said, you got the most important thing out of your birth- your wonderful baby. I'm sorry it was such a rocky start. I'm impressed that you were able to think about expressing colostrum and taking care of your baby while you were still recovering from the birth yourself. Congrats on the birth of Camille- it's a beautiful name.
post #70 of 78
Wow, Heather, what a story! so glad you were able to avoid a C, and so glad all is well with little Camille. I totally love that name. I mentioned it to dh when we found out we were having a girl, but he overruled it. Everytime I hear that name I love it! Congratulations and thanks for sharing yoru story with us!
post #71 of 78
Thread Starter 
Thank you all for the stories. It's amazing how different each mama's labor is.

Renae, I'm sorry Rowan's birth was so hard for you, but I'm so glad you and he are doing well. He is beautiful and has so much hair! I love your pictures - you and your dh's love for him is so apparent in each pic.

Annika, I guess you are the poster child for the "second labor is faster than the first" stereotype. Way to go! I know how it is to have plans for the birth and have it not turn out that way...but it sounds like it turned out well anyway!

Jeez, Fiddle, days of labor...you poor thing. Thank goodness for vacuum extractors (sometimes) and doctors that actually listen to midwives!

And Heather, you are so strong and powerful. It's amazing what the mama mind can do. Your story is worthy of a place in Ina May's next book . I am so glad Camille is okay now.

post #72 of 78
She is here! And what an entrance she made. She was born at 5:45pm, in our front yard. Under a pine and a maple tree, so perfect! She weighed 3680 grams on our scales, and a few hours later the midwife's scale said 7 lbs 14 oz. She is 22 inches long.

In the morning, I started out with contractions that weren't really strong yet. I had a coop pickup scheduled, so I went out by myself to pick up all the stuff, and I did have contractions during the trip, but not that many, and not that strong either. I was wondering whether those were 'day before' contractions or 'birth day' contraction, I wasn't sure at all.

I had more contractions at home, but still not sure whether this was it or not. They were reasonably strong, but I knew that going into labor the day after losing my mucus plug was a bit soon for me, and I just didn't believe this was going to be it. So I spent time planting more of my seedlings, thinking that those contractions felt pretty strong, but I was still in denial.

I had a prenatal at 1:45pm, everything was fine. I measured even less than last week, 35.5 cm, and the midwife said that the head was nice and low, so there was no risk for cord prolapse. I was spilling a bit of sugar, everything else was fine. Baby's heart rate was 140, my weight was 155 lbs, 6 lbs down from last week, which seemed unlikely, so we just blamed the scales LOL. I had about three contractions in the forty minutes that the prenatal lasted, but I could just breathe through them, didn't need to vocalize yet. Dh was there too, and we talked about the upcoming birth and wondered when it would happen. I declined a vaginal exam, I really wanted this to be a hands off birth. I was tempted to find out how dilated I was, but it just didn't feel right to do a vaginal exam during this birth.

Came back home at 3pm, stepped out of the van, and had a monster contraction hit me. Had to lean on the van and vocalize. Hmmmm, maybe this was going to be real after all? The kids came over and wondered what I was doing, I explained to them after the contraction had ended. Another one hit soon, and I figured I'd better call my support team and dh. The mil-s told me that they didn't want to be at the birth, but they didn't want to leave either. I had arranged for some one to take them sight seeing and to his house, but they refused to go. I wasn't in the mood for fighting about it at that point, labor was too well established already.

I called my other labor support friend, left a message, she wasn't home. Left a message on her cell phone too, and hoped for the best. The contractions kept coming, so I wasn't going to make any more phone calls.

I went into the front yard, and sat down on the grass next to the driveway. Away from the mil-s, waiting for dh to come home. Contractions came hard and fast. I never timed them, but they can't have been more than a few minutes apart and lasted pretty long. Vocalizing and relaxing worked great though, could handle them easily that way. I felt that this might not be a very long labor, things were definitely progressing nicely. In between the contractions I talked to the baby about what a beautiful day it was, and how wonderful it would be to be born today.

Dh came home, and sat with me. I told him that I wasn't going to move, this was a perfect place to have the baby. He knew better than to argue with me ;-) My friend S arrived, and joined the circle. She said that it sounded like I was meditating, chanting 'oooooooooohm' I have to say that it felt like meditating too. During a contraction I would withdraw in my own world, just me and the baby, and everything else would fade in the background. I would hear people talking, the kids playing, the catbird singing, but I would be inside myself, riding the contraction, getting closer to this baby's birth. Things weren't painful yet, but I did have to concentrate.

Kate came to tell us that she needed a bandaid for her foot. I told her to go inside to have the mil-s take care of it, since I really wanted my labor support. Dh and S weren't really doing anything, but being there, but I found it reassuring to have them around. Kate grumped for a while about it, but finally went inside to get that bandaid.

Contractions got stronger and longer, and I told them that I hoped this was not going to take long. Things were moving right along, but vocalizing still worked great. I just had to spend more and more time vocalizing, and had shorter breaks in between. Contractions often were almost on top of each other.

I moved to the pine tree, so I could have something to lean against during my contractions. I was fearing that my other friend would miss the birth, but there she was! She arrived with two of her kids, so we were up to eight kids now. The kids were playing and running around, I was in my own world with my baby. Kate came over, because she lost the bandaid which was on her foot. She whined till some one took her in to get another bandaid.

I wondered about the time, but didn't want to ask. I was so immersed in the birthing that I didn't really want to know the time, the birth had its own flow. External time didn't have much meaning any more, I was really living in the middle of birthing time now, in the middle of accelerating and ebbing contractions. I knew I was getting closer and closer to meeting my baby.

Another friend came over with her 2yo and newborn, she has had home births too, so she was not shocked at all to see me there in the front yard. Or if she was, she was polite enough not to comment on it LOL. They didn't stay for long, the 2yo had his own agenda. But for a little while we had 10 kids at the birth :-)

The vocalizing was making me thirsty, and I drank water in between the contractions, but still kept having a dry throat. Dh had gotten the rubbermaid tub with birthing supplies, because it was clear that I wasn't going to move anymore, I felt too comfortable leaning against the pine tree, being sheltered by a maple tree. They got a pillow from inside too, to help me be even more comfortable, although I was starting to reach the part of labor where comfort wasn't really possible anymore. Contractions came on top of each other, almost no breaks in between. Kate came over after losing yet another bandaid on her foot, I have no idea how they solved that, I was too focused on the birth.

Things were getting hairy now. The vocalizing didn't help as much anymore, I wasn't comfortable anymore, and I felt thirsty, and drinking didn't help. The contractions were just too close together, and too strong and the baby wasn't there yet, and I wanted it to be over. NOW! Or at least the pain to go away. If I had been in the hospital, this would have been the time that an epidural would have been a major temptation. I was at the point that I said that I couldn't do it anymore, that it just was too hard, and although I did recognize that this most likely meant that birth was close, I still felt discouraged and almost like it would never happen.

The vocalizing stopped working and I started screaming and chanting 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit' The boys later told me that they had wished I had used some more creative curses, so that they could have expanded their vocabulary. I have no idea how long this phase lasted, in hindsight I don't think it was that long (maybe 10 minutes??), but it felt endless while I was in the middle of it. I had moved to hands and knees position, and I was alternating inwardly between 'Get out, baby, get out!!!' and 'I want the pain to stop!!!!!!!!' I pushed and screamed and pushed and screamed and suddenly I felt that she was coming out. FINALLY!

Her head was half out, and I just continued pushing and we got the rest of her out. No way I was going to blow to cautiously get out her head and body, I was way past the point where I could have done that. Dh caught her, S suctioned her, D slipped the cord from around her neck. And there she was! I heard D exclaim 'It's a girl!' I turned over and looked at her, she was perfect. She pinked right up (within 10 seconds) and started breathing. I was sooooo happy that she was out D said that her water broke while she was coming out, she saw the bag of water first, and then the baby appeared. She had a hand next to her head, I am wondering whether that was why it hurt so much in the end.

I was in awe, she was born! Perfect and healthy! I was so relieved it was over though, somehow the last part was extremely intense. The thought went through my head that I was very happy that this wasn't twins. Never thought that with any other pregnancy, but somehow this time, it hit me with a sense of relief, that I would not have to push out another baby LOL. I still had a placenta to push out, but for now we were focusing on the baby.

She was breathing quietly and serenely for a few minutes, and then started crying. I offered her my breast, but she wasn't interested yet, so I just sat and snuggled and was happy that she was out. I just looked at her and enjoyed how everything was totally right with her and with this birth.

I was hoping the birthing of the placenta would be easy, but it wasn't as easy as I had hoped. I still was not comfortable, and the contractions started up again after a while, strong enough to make me vocalize again. We did cut the cord, and I handed the baby over to Sander, so I could concentrate on the placenta. I asked Erik whether he wanted to nurse, but he looked at the bloody chux pad in the grass and declared that there was too much yuckiness to nurse! LOL So much for that idea.

I called my 'on line reporter' friend to tell her that the baby was born and whether she could post it to my journal. We called the midwife to tell her that the baby was born, but still waiting for the placenta, she was very happy to hear from us and said that she had had the feeling that it might happen today. Then we spent more time waiting for the placenta, I was not very patient anymore at that point. I just wanted it to be OVER! The contractions weren't supposed to hurt as much anymore, and I couldn't get back into my birthing trance, I was just finished with it all. I had done my job, why did I have to push out another thing???? LOL

The interesting thing is that the thought of uterine rupture did not cross my mind at all during labor, but now during this waiting period, I started worrying about placenta accreta or percreta. During the birth I didn't have any wavering of my confidence in my body and my baby, but now I suddenly started wondering. Not really worrying very deeply, but I definitely was thinking about it. I kept trying to push, but nothing happened yet, apart from some clots. No excessive bleeding, so no real reason to worry.

Finally the placenta decided to be born, phew. It was accompanied by a HUGE blood clot, about orange sized, wow. It was about an hour after the birth, which isn't a lot when you look at it objectively, but it felt a lot longer. I was very relieved when it all was over, and I moved to one of the lawn chairs, so I could sit down, relax, and try to nurse the baby again. She had been fervently sucking her thumb and her fingers while waiting, so we figured she might be ready. And she sure was. Latched right on and nursed like a champ.

My friend with the 2yo and the newborn baby came over too and handed me my first new baby present. Before the placenta even was out. So nice! It helped to keep my mind off the worries and the waiting :-)

I liked how the birth went, it was totally right to do this outdoors. I had had such an connection with the outdoors this pregnancy, the beaver pond, the deer, the gardening, the hiking, that this birth fit right into that pattern. The pine and the maple tree protecting me. The woods in the background, the catbird and the yellow-bellied sapsucker an auditory part of the birth. I had the perfect support team, with dh, two friends, and eight kids, all part of the birthing circle. I am glad we did this unattended and I still think about how I have no idea how many cm I was at which point, and when the pushing stage started. Instead, this birth was very much a continuum, moving from start to finish at its own pace, without any outside interference.

I had wondered about getting a fetoscope to use during labor, or maybe just use our stethoscope, but I had been worried that we wouldn't have been able to find the heartbeat, even when things were going just fine. That would have worried me a lot, so I decided against it. It turned out that she was moving and kicking a lot during most of my labor, so I never ever worried about her, she communicated very clearly that she was doing just fine.

The midwife came over later that night to do her newborn exam and to check me. No tears, and she agreed that the baby was perfect. My blood pressure was 108 over 80, but my pulse was very high, 120 bpm, so she told me to rest and push fluids. I think it was mostly leftover adrenalin from the birth.

The baby's hair seems darker than the others. Weird to have a non-blonde one. She is still nursing great, and it's Sunday now, and my milk is starting to come in. I think I'll wake up with Dolly Parton breasts tomorrow.

It was a fast birth in hindsight, timeless while in the middle of it. I knew for sure it had started at 3pm, she came out at 5:45pm. It was a very intense birth though, contractions close together and strong. But it was all worth it, to be able to hold my perfect little girl in my arms now!

You can see pictures at http://o-scientist.blogspot.com
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post #74 of 78
I'm in awe of your story karenpl. Thank you so much for sharing. Congratulations and welcome to your perfect little girl.
post #75 of 78
Wow. Incredible.
Thank you or sharing, karenpl.

post #76 of 78
Thread Starter 
Amazing story, Karenpl...thank you so much for sharing. All the details made me feel like I was there. Welcome little deer baby!

post #77 of 78
What a wonderful story! I'm so glad it turned out as you wanted it to. I've been with you from over on TTC around this time last year, and I know how much this deer totem baby meant to you. Peace to you all as you enjoy your babymoon! What an inspiration.
post #78 of 78
Woo hook Karen! And I loved the pics on your site, esp. the one with all your kids' hands on your belly...
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