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post #41 of 118
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Reposted for Abylite:

had baby on Wed!


Hi Everyone! I had our second baby on October 10th...he came 2 weeks "early" at 38 weeks, and good thing since he was 9# 4 oz! Couldn't believe it, although I was huge! 21 inches.... Jordan Michael

Vag delivery, but it wasn't bad. Had my OB appt on Tues the 9th....I was 3 cm along already. I walked alot that day, ate pineapple, drank red raspberry tea, used EPO for a week both orally and vag starting at 37 weeks, and starting having contractions that were regular around 5ish.... was psyched!

My worry was my 2 year old since we don't have family in the area to help. I had a good friend come over from work, and we put Hannah to bed and Michael and I went to the hospital at 9:00 that night. I was contracting and 4cm. Yeah! They broke the "sac" to get things going and I had the baby at 5:49am. Some big pushes (ouch!) but all went well. Just came home yesterday. Our first night went good. Nursing has been good...he's very hungry!!

I also wanted to thank everyone on MDC for their support and replies when I asked questions or needed to vent. I love this group of women! On to the life with babes boards and also continuing with the toddlers!
post #42 of 118
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Reposted for Jennbee:

had my baby last week


Finally, I get a chance to post here. I had a beautiful baby girl last week Friday.

Her name is Amaya Dgwaagi Bkwenen. She weighed 7lbs 14 oz. I'm not sure how long she was though.

I had been planning for a VBAC......and yayyy that's what we had. Up until a few weeks ago it looked like I had placenta previa, so we were getting a little discouraged. Then I had a series of ultrasounds (trans-labia & trans-vag) that showed the placenta was low-lying but far enough away.
I had to stay in the hospital until Tuesday because of some complications. A hematoma developed in the vagina wall tissue from the baby coming out (must have bumped something) and the midwife and doc didn't know about it until I woke up in excruciating pain that night. Demerol helped ease the pain and let me sleep a little. I woke up in the morning and tried to go pee, didn't happen..so I tried in the shower. Then I almost fainted; my hearing was going as my husband and the nurse helped me to the bed. That evening I went in for a little operation to get the hematoma out. After all the blood loss I had to have a transfusion of 2 units. I guess my hemoglobin level was low to begin with.
Maybe some day I'll get around to posting a full-birth story.
post #43 of 118
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Reposted for Questiongal:

Caleb's Birth Story


Okay, so this is my version of Caleb's birth... I'm sure I've forgotten certain aspects or they don't seem as vivid because of nature's "forgetting" hormones!

Tuesday Morning- Woke up with sporadic contractions. Frustrated with facing another day of Prodromal labor I silently cursed my body and chose to ignore the contractions. They were so sporadic; I'd have one, then 10 minutes later another, then nothing for 30 to 45 minutes. I decided to keep my noon pre-natal massage in the hopes that it would help my body relax and let nature take its course… plus it’s just really nice to lie on those pregnancy pillows for an hour.

Noon- go in for the massage, mention to Jennifer that I’m having some contractions but reassure her that I am definitely NOT in labor. She asked if I was ready to have the baby and I gave a definite “YES.” I told her she could do whatever she wanted to move things along (knowing that nothing she’d do would make the baby come before it was ready).

1 pm- The massage rocked and by the time it was over my contractions had picked up in intensity and were now regularly 10-15 minutes apart. I still didn’t believe I was in labor and chalked the contractions up to post-massage adjusting. I called Austin and said “Just so you know, I’m kinda having some contractions, but I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

2:30 pm- Called Austin again and let him know that I was still having contractions. Told him I wasn’t sure if anything was going to come of them but asked him to make sure he didn’t have to go back to work when he left that day. I told him there was no need to come home early. I was timing the contractions and there were hovering around 10 minutes apart, but I could still talk and walk through them. I just felt achy, especially in my hips. So I rolled and bounced around on the birth ball, practiced breathing and relaxation techniques and distracted myself with TV. I put on something that was mildly interesting but didn’t require my full attention… a movie with Jennie Garth set in 1920’s Utah.

3ish pm- Called Austin again and asked him to come home ASAP. The contractions were hurting now and I needed his help relaxing. I called Charissa and announced “I think I’m in labor” then burst into tears. I was scared. Austin was home 20 minutes later. He took over timing the contractions, called Katherine at Nativiti to give her a heads up and started getting the house ready. All his fussing and busy-ness made me nervous and things started hurting more. He must have realized this because he stopped running around the house and just sat down in the living room with me and we chatted between contractions. We started calling the parents to let them know around 4:30. Of the 4 sets of parents, 3 were out of town; my mom in Oklahoma City, John & June in Minneapolis and my dad in Phoenix. We kept having to hang up on people because by this time I was moaning through contractions and it bothered me to know that someone could hear me.

5pm- Austin announces it’s time to head to the birth center; my contractions must have hit the 5 minute mark. I remember talking briefly to my dad and then to my sister. Austin began loading the car, waiting to go was tough… the contractions kept coming faster and knowing we had an hour drive ahead of us made me nervous

6 pm- We left the house. I was stretched out on my side in the back seat, pillows all around. 15 minutes into the drive I made Austin stop so I could go to the bathroom… surprisingly the gas station attendant said absolutely nothing about the fact that Austin came into the women’s restroom with me. Back in the car we joked about how Gretzky had chosen to come on a beautiful sunny fall day, just before the full moon, not during bad weather or on the full moon as we’d predicted.

6:45 pm- Another bathroom stop, this time in an area we were unfamiliar with. We stopped at a Jack in the Box and by this time I was very obviously in labor. We gave the teenage JITB employee quite a shock. Trying to get back onto the Toll Road proved next to impossible. We were lost, I started panicking and begged Austin to get us to the birth center, I was NOT comfortable having contractions in the car. The only way to get back on the toll road was to head the opposite direction that we needed. We ended up going through the same toll booth 4 times in an effort to head north.

7:20 pm- We arrived at the birth center. I had somewhat calmed down and was relieved to see Kat waiting for us. She quickly ushered us into the birth room and then she and Hope checked to see how dilated I was. 4 centimeters. I was ticked and pleased at the same time. 4 Centimeters meant I WAS in actual labor (I had an unspoken fear that this wasn’t labor and I’d over reacted) but I was ticked that I’d only progressed to a 4…. After all that effort I wanted to be almost done (Ha!).

I started laboring at the center. Sitting on the birth ball felt great, but having someone (Austin) squeeze my hips together for each contraction made the pain almost disappear. It was amazing… probably killed Austin’s hands but it felt pretty darn good to me. This is where I begin to lose track of time, everything seemed to have happened so quickly but it truly was another 10 hours. The contractions were building in intensity but I was focused on relaxing and just breathing through them. At some point my sister arrived from Dallas and it felt like we’d only been there a few minutes, I kept trying to calculate how fast she’d driven, and I assumed it was 8 o’clock but have no idea as there are no clocks in the birthing rooms. I finally asked to be checked again in the hopes that I’d progressed far enough to get in the tub. For some reason I had it firmly implanted in my head that getting into the tub would mean 1) less intense feeling contractions and 2) I would be almost done. Hope checked me and agreed that I could get in the tub (6 centimeters). The tub was a no go…. I could NOT get comfortable and instead just felt wet and sweaty. So out I came. I remember going through transition (throwing up, feeling hot, then cold).

I became pretty mean and told every person to leave me alone, shut up or some other comment at least once. I kept wanting to change positions, first on the ball, then hands and knees, then squatting…. Nothing provided relief, I just had to get through each contraction and lean on Austin, Kat, Jen, and Hope to provide encouragement.

When Trish arrived I was so happy…. Trish’s arrival meant that I was close (because she’s only called in once the mom is about to push) and I kept looking for her to rescue me from the others. I remember feeling that I was done, I was so tired and they just kept pushing me to keep going. I thought Trish would come in and tell them all to leave me alone and rescue me from Kat’s demands that I squat or stand. No such luck… Trish jumped on their bandwagon and joined the cheering section. I was beginning to really hate them, couldn’t they just understand that I was exhausted and I just needed a break. I asked if they could put me to sleep, Kat refused. I told them I was tired and just needed to sleep, Kat told me it was the endorphins and it meant things were progressing. I told them I didn’t want to do this anymore, Kat said I had to. I told them I couldn’t do this anymore… they all told me I could. I told them all to shut up, they chuckled because they knew it meant I really was close. I was afraid, I knew what was coming and was scared to actually have the baby, I didn’t want to tear… of all things, tearing or having an episiotomy was my greatest fear. Kat recognized that I was afraid and gave me a homeopathic calming remedy.

At one point Kat checked me again and I was dilated to 9 centimeters with a tiny lip, once the lip was out of the way I could push. I’m not sure of the order but I did consent to have Kat break my water (we’d been taught NOT to have the water ruptured because it only speeds labor by about 10-20 minutes, but at that point I was so tired 10 minutes sounded like heaven). I got really mad at Kat after she broke my water because suddenly there was all this pressure and unlike before I didn’t dissipate between contractions. I think I told her “You LIED to me! you said it wouldn’t hurt, this HURTS!” She had me clarify if it hurt or was pressure and I realized it was pressure, not pain (it still irritated me though). Kat also pushed back the lip so that I could push. The tub was filled once again and I got in to push… nada. Again I couldn’t find a good position. I wanted to be on my hands and knees but that meant my belly and back were out of the water, so there was no point. Out of the tub again and onto the bed, birth ball, birth stool, and anything else we could concoct.

My favorite position was to use Austin as a chair and sit on his legs between contractions then rock forward to all 4’s for the contraction. He is my hero for enduring that for as long as he did, I know it had to have killed him. I kept apologizing for having ruined his shorts… he assured me it was okay. Eventually Kat had me lie on my side to push, I was so tired I couldn’t push effectively anymore and side lying would allow me to rest between contractions. That was the best idea EVER!! Once I was on my side I could focus on what was going on and really push. I no longer felt any pain or pressure. The lights were turned down in the room and I stopped seeing or recognizing faces… just voices encouraging me. I was completely lost in “labor land,” I’d occasionally see someone standing in front of me or at the foot of the bed and I had no clue who they were. At one point I started to get irritated at the man who was just standing there watching me… then I realized it was Austin! I was no longer in control of my body; it pushed on its own. Pushing didn’t hurt, not pushing hurt, but the endorphins were so strong that I didn’t feel any pain while pushing.

I did get frustrated when the head was slow to emerge… it would start to appear as I pushed only to retreat backwards once the contraction ended. I finally reached down with my hand to feel the baby’s head and could use that as a guide on how to push better. Slowly I felt more and more of the head. Then the burning sensation of crowning hit. If our Bradley teacher had drilled anything into our heads it was to STOP pushing once crowning started. I told Kat & Hope that I felt burning and just stopped pushing, we waited for the burning to subside before pushing again, and then repeated the process several times. Hope and I massaged my perineum to help it stretch. I remember asking if I could push again and they told me to give short little grunty pushes. I felt like everything was going great and then all the sudden things went a bit crazy. They started yelling at me to get the baby out NOW, someone grabbed my head and pushed it forward, I was no longer on my side but was on my back and they just kept yelling for me to push. I was ticked off because I’d wanted the baby to enter the world slowly and peacefully, this was certainly NOT peaceful. When I resisted they said “We HAVE to do this!” and flipped me on to all 4’s. I knew something was off at that point and stopped arguing and just pushed. Eventually I felt this huge gush and heard Austin say “We have a Caleb!!”

I looked down to where the baby lay and saw a hand and a foot and was shocked at how big they were. I remember asking Austin “it’s a boy? Seriously?” and laughing.

Afterwards Austin held me while I held Caleb and the three of us just stared at each other in awe. I could not believe this warm heavy baby was actually ours. Austin was an amazing coach, and there is no way I could have done it without his support. He was constantly by my side, holding me, talking to me, and being my protector. Jennifer knew exactly what to say and every time I’d look to her she’d tell me what I needed to hear. The times when I felt that no one else in that room knew how I felt I knew that Jen had been through it all before and her encouragement kept me going. Kat, Hope, & Trish were amazing; they encouraged, pushed, and cheered me on the entire time. I felt surrounded by love and support by everyone and that made me feel safe and made the labor that much easier.

The chaos had been because Caleb decided to come out with his hand wedged up on the side of his face, then his broad shoulders got stuck and they had to wiggle him out ASAP so his heart rate wouldn’t drop. All total I labored for 17 hours, from noon on Tuesday until Caleb was born at 5:16am Wednesday morning. The pushing phase lasted 3 ½ hours. Apparently that is a long time but for some reason I had it stuck in my head that labor would last 24 hours so I felt I got off easy. I did not tear or have an episiotomy, all of Justine’s admonishments NOT to push while crowning paid off!! Caleb weighed in at 9lbs 6 oz and had a 14 1/2 inch head circumference... and his chest was just a broad. No wonder it took so long to push him out! Kat nicknamed Caleb "Big Bad John" (which must be said in a deep voice) and walked around singing the song as she took all his measurements.

After it’s all said and done I would do it (almost) the same all over again. The only thing I’d change would be to not drive so far, laboring in the car is not advisable!
post #44 of 118
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Reposted for Tonimk19:

Emily has arrived!


Emily Marie was born October 12th at 1:16am. She weighs 7 lbs. 5 oz and is 18 inches long. The induction went well- though I’ll spare everyone the details (but I’m pleased to say that I shocked the Dr and nurses by how fasted I dilated after my water was broke!). In the end, I barely tore- only needed one stitch and was able to deliver vaginally without any complications! Emily passed all of her tests with flying colors, including the 4 tests for the gestational diabetes. We were released from the hospital at 9pm that same evening and are happily enjoying our new lives together at home.
post #45 of 118
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Reposted for Jrayn:

Xianya's birth!!!



I started regular although light birthing waves around 4am Oct 10th, I tried to sleep, but after an hour of in and out sleeping I got up and timed them, 8 mins apart...
I did hypnobabies so I wasn't sure if I was further along then the lack of intensity that i felt from the waves, but one thimg that was noticeable was that my dd1, sensed something amiss, and was a wild child with lots of tantrums and I really kept my cool, and listening to the hypnobabies, I remembered a message "during your birthin g time you will remain calm and centered" so that did work!
Around 4p we decided to call my midwife, the waves were staying at 3 mins apart, my mom, dd, and I went out side, midwife said she would cook dinner for her fam and meet us at the birthing center, she would call first, it was cooling off a tad. I watered plants, sat on the ground while dd climbed a tree.
My grandma took dd when we left to get checked, I ended up being just 3 cm dilated but leaving the birthing center, I felt pretty woozy and things picked up a bit.
When I got home, I decided to eat, rest a bit, showered. I discovered a birthing ball in the shower is really a good tool!
Around 9pm, I started vocalizing and puked, so mom said that we should go back. I said I probably wasn't far enough along, b/c it still wasnt really THAT intense, just a little more discomfort then before, but agreed b'c I didn't want to ride all the way to the birthing center w/ intense contractions.
WHO KNEW, that when I was walking up the ramp to the center, and I stopped to smell a rose, that I was almost 9 cm dilated!!!!
My midwife said she could have moved my cervix lip over and I could have started pushing right then, but wanted me to labor down.
I went in the jacuzzi, things were very intense, but to shorten the story up a bit, when I had an urge to push, midwife checked me, the bag of water hadn't broke, so she broke it, I got out to the bed, and within 10 mins I pushed Xianya out!!
7 lbs 9oz, same as her sister! It was around 11:30.



A professional nurser!!
post #46 of 118
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Reposted for Darcywonk:

better late than never!


At 41 weeks 4 days my daughter, Naomi Catherine, arrived safely after a tough labor and a great (second) home birth.
I posted her full birth story and a picture to my blog:
And for all of you getting the "your baby is too big and you should induce to avoid macrosomia" crap, she weighed 9 lbs 3 oz at 41 W 4 D after an ultrasound at 39 W 6 D estimated that she weighed 9 lbs 13 oz at that time. Don't believe the hype
post #47 of 118
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Reposted for Hippiemommie:

Got my HBAC!


Tomorrow I was planned to go in for a NST because I would have been at 42 weeks and was having some major issues with my midwives. I spoke with a friend of mine and she really put me at ease saying I could do an UC if it came to that.
I talked to Miller last night while taking a long bath and I told him it is okay to come that I wasn't going to worry about it anymore and he would be just fine. To come on and see Mama. This was at midnight last night.
We went to bed at 1:30am and I woke at 3am with my back killing me. I thought as soon as I got up that I might be in labor but since I was induced with Pit last time I wasn't sure and didn't want to get my hopes up. I timed the contractions and they were 6 minutes apart. I posted here at 3:47 and by that time the contractions were about 4 minutes apart. They kept getting stronger and I would moan through them and sway my hips. I asked DH and my Dad (who lives just down the road) to blow up my birth tub and my Dad accidentally busted it trying to do it with an air compressor. He felt so bad and was beating himself up about it. I felt it was nessasary to keep standing or squatting and when I got in the tub my contracts slowed so I got back out. They kept getting stronger and around 5am we called the midwives. They arrived and asked a few questions and left us alone. It was great, DH was so helpful and just knew what I needed. The contractions by about 7am were 2 minutes apart and quickly went to 1. I started thinking, "WHY am I doing this? This is f*ckin' miserable!" The whole time though I went with my instinct on positions and did what I felt was right and I was never scared. At 9:45am I felt the need to push and started doing that. The midwives freaked out a little because the cord was around the neck twice and they were praying and saying, "YOU HAVE TO GET THIS BABY OUT NOW!" Dramatic right? I knew everything was okay though and yelled, "Don't you cut that cord!" They said, "We have to! It's around the neck!" I yelled in my most commanding voice, "Don't you dare cut that cord!" They told me to flip onto my hands and knees because the shoulders were stuck. I pushed like crazy and he came out. I think they over reacted and he would have been fine without the drama but both DH and I stayed calm. I knew to keep the cord connected that he would get plenty of 02 from the placenta as long as it was still connected. The baby is beautiful and was born at 10:30am. He is 9lbs 12oz and 22 1/2 inches long. He cried as soon as he came out, not a frantic cry just a "Hey here I am!" I had no tears just "rub burn".
I'm feeling great! I can't believe the difference from a Pit/C-section labor to a natural one. I'm so happy for my experience and glad to have him home. This little guy is having a harder time latching than my son did but he is nursing and sleeping, doing fantastic. Thank you for all the support I have received here, I have learned so much!
post #48 of 118
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Reposted for Yumadoula:

Baby born at home, placenta delivered at hospital!


Sydney was born on 10-14 at 2:32am after 90 minutes of labor -- which was preceded by 2d of prodromal labor after PROM. She was born at home in the birth tub and caught by yours truly She was 8lbs 7oz and 19in, and kind of resembles a sumo wrestler.

However, after her birth, I did not get the placenta out and I had a pph, so we transferred to the hospital. Charlotte was awesome, she came to the hospital as a "friend who attended my planned unassisted homebirth" and she kept me calm. It was a little scary for a while, but all is well. I had a manual removal of the placenta and a bunch of pit and fluids. I feel much better today.

I completely expected the hospital staff to treat me terribly, even call CPS on me (as I've seen it firsthand with clients) but everyone aside from the first nurse was really nice. When asked about my pregnancy and birth, I basically told them everything that they wanted to hear and explained that I'd had a provider in a different state and I had records if they wanted them, blah blah blah. And that was it. I refused vit K, eye drops, vax, and a bath for Sydney, and it was not a big deal at all. We were released after about 24h and now we're home.

She is sleeping right now, but soon I'll be BFARak!

Pic of me just after Sydney's birth (with the back of Charlotte's head)

Pic of my 2.5yo girl with Sydney. My boys didn't want to be in any pics.
post #49 of 118
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Reposted for Mommak:

Tuula Marie is here!


Tuula Marie was born on Weds., 10/10 at 1:10 p.m. PST. She weighed 9lbs. 3 oz. and measured 20 ". She is a beautiful blessing. I am SO happy she is here and no longer in the belly!

I will post a picture when I get it together more.

Congrats to all new moms/babes and hang in there to those still gestating!
post #50 of 118
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Reposted for Eviesmom:

Jasper Morey is here!


Born 2 days before his due date in a beautiful home waterbirth, VBAC at 12:35 am on October 15th. He's nursing fantastically, his big sister is thrilled, parents very happy but tired! 8 pounds, 8 ounces and 21 inches long. 2 pounds bigger than his sister was, and 2 inches longer.
post #51 of 118
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Reposted for Glendora:

Vaughn Foster finally arrived!


It's a boy! After waiting 41 weeks, Vaughn was born on 10/13 at 1:30am. He was 9lbs 7oz, which didn't seem possible. I'm still not sure how I ended up with such a big boy! Super Nutrition vitamins, people, they grow babies BIG.

He's terribly cute though! And, worth the wait.
post #52 of 118
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Reposted for Stacey2061:

Warren is finally here!


13 days after his EDD, and perfect as can be, Warren Jacques (pronounced Jakes) finally arrived!

As you know we made the agonising decision to fire our midwife and to be induced so we could deliver with a supportive OB. Just after 9am on Sunday Oct 14 the OB broke my incredibly tough bag of waters and started oxytocin shortly before 10 am. I started cramping right away, and just after they removed my uneaten lunch tray hard labour started. I spent a while just rocking on the labour ball, then leaning over the warming tray. Suddenly I had to pee, and had two really hard contractions on the toilet ~ I was really near transition, and told the nurse that we were getting close, so she called the OB. She checked and I was only 6cm ~ I wanted to cry! I was on my back on the bed, which was agony, but contractions suddenly started coming too close together for me to move. I managed to get on my hands and knees on the bed, which was slightly better, and I could feel gravity working in my favour. I was starting to moan really low and felt like I might have to start pushing soon. Suddenly I lost all my strength and flopped down on the bed. I didn't have any contractions for a few minutes, and felt really blissful, then got back up on my hands and knees. It was time to push! The nurse ran for the OB and I had about 3 contractions while I waited for her. I was trying not to push, but couldn't help it. At 2.40 the OB gave me a quick check and confirmed that I was good to go. She was so awesome and supportive, with lots of warm cloths and perineal massage (which is something my m/w had said she absolutely wouldn't do). After a few pushes I got tired and rolled onto my back. I surprised myself by choosing that position for pushing again, but I was just going with the flow DH filmed the whole thing, and at 3.15pm, our 9lb 2oz baby boy was born. Once the cord stopped pulsing, DH cut it, and Warren started nursing within 20 minutes of his birth. He took to it like a pro, and spent most of the rest of the day at my breast. We were discharged from the hospital yesterday around 6pm, after producing at least triple the output they want to see within the first 24 hours.

In the end, I'm glad things went the way they did. We had our faith in the medical system restored by the amazing people taking care of us, and Warren got to be the fifth generation born in that hospital. The OB said I did an amazing job through labour, listening to my body and showing great control, which I totally felt. It was an incredibly empowering labour and birth, despite the medical setting, and I feel so great. I only had a tiny tear and the worst pain is in my biceps! Oh, and those afterpains...ouch!

Anyway, thanks so much for all your amazing support over the last week! It made all the difference.
post #53 of 118
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Reposted for Marlygf:

Sabine Ruth is here!


Ok, so this little girl came early this morning at 12:45am. She is 7lbs even and 19 inches long. By far my smallest! I was 39w 4 d. (going by the middle due date) She loves nursing and her brothers love her. They are a little upset about how much she sleeps, but I'm sure they still love her

I will have to come back later to tell the birth story.
post #54 of 118
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Reposted for Durafemina:

I had my baby at home!!!


This morning at 10:30
5 lbs 9oz perfect baby girl after 24h of labour.
All is well and I'm over the moon!

Name and story to follow. . .
post #55 of 118
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Reposted for Matt's Mom in MT:

finally posting birth announcement


Ethan Scott was born on October 3 at 5:32 p.m. He's absolutely perfect.
post #56 of 118
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Reposted for Gypsyfaery:

Wren Victoria has arrived


She was born on Sunday Oct 14th (41 weeks, 1 day) around 10:30 am, weighing in at a whopping 9 pounds 14 ounces

The Story...

3 weeks prior I had been having contraxs and 2 full days of excitement and timing and thinking that "this is it" but everything fizzled. By 41 weeks, I had gotten quite down worrying about the pending hospital visit for a NST & U/S and maybe making some undesirable descions based on that visit. So I was absolutely elated to be woken up at 1:20 sunday morning to my water breaking! I remember this huge feeling of relief wash over me. I hadn't started contracting regularily at all and I just felt at peace.

We called the MW shortly afterward and she said (as we expected) to try and get some more rest. With a towel between my legs my DH and I tucked back in and tried to rest. Of course DD#2 crawled into our bed withing minutes as she usually does at that time in the morning. Thakfully, she went right to sleep. It didn't take long however for the contrax to start and within 45 mins I was leaving the bed phone the MW back.

Downstairs, my DH put some music on and turned the lights down while I just focussed on what my body was doing and tried to stay as calm and as peaceful as I could. It was amazing being so totally in the moment and yet so focused! By 5am, I told DH it was time to get help in for the girls and start making plans to go to the birth centre. I REALLY wanted to sit in the bathtub but didn't want to wake up DD#2 by having a bath at home. We arranged to meet the MW at 6 at the BC. We left shortly after my friend arrived for the girls, who had both woken up by this point.

I declined an exam when we arrived because all I wanted to do was feel some relief in the water. The contrax were intense but manageable and I just tried focusing through them trying to imagine my cervix opening and with each wave I imagined the muscles of my uterus gently easing baby down. It must have worked because I was 6 cm upon getting out of the tub and after a short time, half sitting and half squatting on the bed I felt my first TOTALLY involuntary urge to push. The midwife suggested I lie on my side because there was still a lip of cervix and I was between 8 and 9 cm. But I couldn't help it when the next few contrax came my body said "PUSH" so I went with it.

After a couple more pushes head was out. I was relieved and expected the babies body to slide on out but it took at least 2 more good pushes and a little gentle coaxing and our little girl was here. I think I only pushed 6 or seven times in total. She was placed on my tummy and within a minute or two I had her up on the breast...AMAZING...I was absolutely in awe of the whole experience! It was everything I had hoped for and I had this beautiful baby lying on my tummy no longer inside.

Then I delivered the placenta and things happened so quickly...The faces of the 3 MWs were wide-eyed and one of them said it was an enormous placenta...I started hemmoraging as oon as it was out. They applied manual compression but, the blood kept coming. They gave 2 injections, to no end. I was hooked up to an IV and there was lots of commotion. I am not a French speaker nor am I bilingual and although my MW is bilingual she and everyone else there were Francophone (I live in Quebec), and I wasn't following everything that was going on but I understood enough to realize things were not looking really good. The ambulance attendant arrived shortly thereafter and I was sped away with my MW still applying manual compression. I remember saying to DH that I love him and to just take care of the baby. No matter what.

The hospital was intense with lots of slanderous comments about the birth centre, midwives and the like. People talking about me but not to me. I heard the doctor saying hysterectomy as they were wheeling my down to the OR. Needless to say I was feeling a little freaked out. The one decent thing was the ambulance attendant who held my hand and very carefully explained that it was OK to be scared and summarized everthing for me. My MW also stayed by my side as long as they would let her. She tried to reassure me that they were presenting me with worst case senarios but none the less I didn't know what was going to happen as they put the gas mask over my face.

I awoke feeling groggy and REALLY thirsty. In minutes my DH was beside me holding my hand and kissing my face. My MW was waitng out side recovery with baby in hand. It was like a beam of sunshine seeing them there as they took me to my room! In the end they did a D&C, and because of the hard work of my MW, the majority of the bleeding had stopped by the time she stopped the compression. I was also put on a stronger hormone than at the BC. Between these two things the bleeding abaited. I spent the night at
the hospital and although my hemoglobin counts were really low they decided not to transfuse me but wanted me to stay. I pretty much told them to get stuffed, as I felt not only could I get more rest at home, the food was WAY better. Some crazy nurse decided that I was only to have liquids the whole time. YUCK!

I am home, healthy, happy and have a beautiful new baby girl sleeping peacefully beside me. The enforced bedrest is kind of nice, being treated like a queen while I bond with DD#3...Little baby Wren!
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Reposted for Ifmamaainthappy:

jackson is here! 41w2d 10 lbs 22 in


Just wanted to let you know that Jackson was born at 8:13 am today after 5 hrs and 45minutes of labor, 1 h 1nd 10 of it pushing. He is my fourth child, my biggest baby, and was my hardest delivery. I didnt tear badly, the same 2 stitches worth I always need, and I have a first degree scratch from where my midwife had to dislodge his shoulders while I pushed his body out. I will ahve some pictures up after I get some rest today.

Thomas Jackson Gage H******
10 lbs, 22 inches long
14 1/2 cm head circumference
15 cm chest circumference

Born at home in a birthing pool with midwife, doula, 2 big sisters, grandma, and dad in attendance!
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Reposted for Miny20:

Had my baby on Monday! (Birth Story)


I went to bed on Saturday night at about 11 pm. At one I started having contractions. I laid in bed until about 4 am, then got up and sat at the computer for a while. At about 4:30 we had a wet bed incident so I tried to change the sheets but a contraction stopped me. I woke Nate to do it. Then, he couldn’t’ go back to sleep. I tried to rest. He tried to rest. The contractions were 7 minutes apart until 8 am—I took a shower to relax a bit, and planned to get Arden to my friend’s house and labor with Nate. The shower made the contractions stop all together.

At about 8:30 on Sunday night my water broke—more like trickled, but it ‘broke’ meaning I had to go to the hospital for antibiotics because of my GBS status. We went to the hospital to check in and were settled by 9 pm. We waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more—until 16 hours after my water broke to start pitocin. I wasn’t interested in having antibiotics for many more hours (want to avoid thrush and yeast infections). The staff was understanding and told us it was up to us and it’s our baby and we could choose what to do. As per my birth plan they never suggested I had a cervical check—and never did one until I asked them to. We started pitocin just before 1 pm on Monday afternoon.

Around 2:30-3 the contractions started to get pretty strong. I wasn’t able to sit and breathe through them without some kind of movement after that. I spent about half an hour sitting on the bed with my legs spread eagle and kind of rocking forward and backward to deal with the discomfort. Then I had to get into the chair to rock. It didn’t help that the nursing staff was so insistent on me having the monitors attached. At no point during the whole experience did the contractions register—but the baby’s heart beat was sporadic. When they were able to get it, though, it was variable and healthy. So, I wasn’t worried.

I really needed to lean and be supported during the contractions which were coming every 2-3 minutes. I didn’t count them or anything, but I barely had time to ‘collect’ myself between and prepare for the next one. The bed didn’t work. The other table wasn’t good. I couldn’t sit. But the lunch tray thing worked well for me. From about 3:30-5:30 I stood over the lunch tray leaning, rocking, trying to breathe, and moaning. The moaning got louder and louder and more instinctual than deliberate. The nurse was getting really nervous because it didn’t have wheel locks, but I couldn’t deal with any other levels to lean.

At 5:30 I felt a lot of pressure in my butt. A LOT. I tried to go to the bathroom, but couldn’t. I told the nurse and she checked me at about 5:45. I was at 3-4. It was at this point that I lost it. I wasn’t dealing well. I was in A LOT of pain. But Nate stood by me and talked me through each one. He had studied a Bradley Book and a couple of other birth books and kept telling me that I was feeling this way because I was in transition and that’s why I was feeling this way.

I didn’t want him touching me or anything, though. So, he respected that. It didn’t help that between every contraction the nurse was trying to take my blood pressure and get the damned monitor to pick up the heart rate.

I was begging and screaming for drugs. I kept telling Nate there was no way I could go the whole 10 CM if I wasn’t even half way there. At some point I was screaming about how I hated my body for not doing this naturally. I was so pissed off. I begged the nurse to bring back the level of pitocin they were using because it was hurting me SO MUCH and I wasn’t getting any break between contractions. I was sitting on the birthing ball rocking—while the nurse fidgeted with the monitor and the blood pressure cuff. Then she got all snippy with me because I told her to stop TOUCHING ME! Then she says to me, “If you won’t let me monitor you you’re going to have to sign a form!”

So, of course the OB (who I didn’t like—the midwife didn’t come on until 9 pm) comes in and they’re trying to give me a lecture about how if I don’t get monitored they won’t know if there’s anything wrong with the baby. I tried to explain to them that I wasn’t AGAINST the monitors, but they weren’t working and having them poke at me wasn’t working for me either. So they bring in the form and I signed it. My signature was sprawled across most of the paper! I really wish I had had the balls to refuse monitoring before that because it was a total hassle!

They left me alone at that point. But I was screaming and moaning. It was actually very weird to hear myself making these noises without worrying—okay, well I was worrying, because we were right next to the nurse’s station and I was LOUD! But my need to verbalize my experience was bigger than my concern.

At about 6 pm I went into the bathroom and was leaning over the sink moaning. The pain was SO BAD and I was screaming about how she was cutting me in half and there was no way I could possibly do it anymore. But Nate stood strong and reminded me of how important it was to me to do this without drugs. Every time a contraction would hit I would clench my thighs together (like a kid trying not to pee herself) and just cry and moan. Then, I sat down on the toilet and didn’t have any contractions for about 10 minutes. I sat there thinking it had just stopped again and I just felt defeated. Nate was looking at me in the strangest way (he later told me he thought I had just gotten a hold of myself). Then, I had another contraction and stood up at the sink saying, “NO NO NO!” I tried to squat down thinking maybe that might help—then I popped back up stunned.

I could feel something. I walked out toward the bed and TOOK THE TIME to lower the back of it to flat… and I continued to feel ‘it’. I really felt like I was going to poo myself. But, it felt SO BIG. The nurse was there and I said something like, “OH MY GOD! I think she’s coming out!” I also added, “I can’t possibly be needing to go poo.. it feels too big.” Mind you, this was about 25-30 minutes after I was 3 cm.

The nurse screamed something about me getting into the bed. I did get into the bed, on my hands and knees. I heard Nate say something like, “Is that a head?” Then the nurse kept telling me over and over not to push. I couldn’t not push, though. It was not something I could control—it just happened. I was facing away from the nurse and Nate feeling the head come out. I was pushing involuntarily. I heard a lot of commotion as the nurse screamed into the hallway to get a doctor to come, told me at the same time to roll over on my back (NO WAY IN HELL!), and tell me over and over not to push. But the baby came.

I heard crying. Nate said, “Oh, she’s so cute!”

The nurse said, “Get me a clamp!”

I said, “NO! Don’t clamp the cord!”

Apparently the doctor they got from the hall was the pediatrician on call. He also told the nurse not to clamp the cord. I listened for about 5 minutes while they all watched the cord stop pulsing. But none of these nurses or the pediatrician was sure what to do about my current position. I was so tired and relieved from having the pain stop that I didn’t even care that much that I couldn’t see the baby.

The OB came in just in time to catch the placenta. Then she checked me—not so much as a skid mark from having a baby come out. I felt fine from the get-go. They did let the pitocin continue—which I wasn’t happy about but didn’t have the energy to insist they take it off. I was so happy to have had the baby before they started a 5th bag of antibiotics, though!

Once they covered the wet, bloody sheets, they gave me the baby who was lightly wrapped in a blanket—still covered in everything. She spent an hour at the breast while I admired her. She was so alert and sweet. If I didn’t know my exact date of conception I wouldn’t believe she was 41 weeks!

India Louise
Born at 6:25 PM 10-15-07
18.5 inches
6 lbs 10 ounce

She isn’t skinny or anything. She’s filled out quite nicely and has plump little cheeks. She’s just got my stature—short! It’s very funny because we have one child who is tall and blond (was completely bald at birth), but this one is short and has a head full of dark brown hair!

I know it wasn’t the kind of earthy, calm, wonderful birthing experience that I had imagined for myself. I held off on the pitocin as long as possible. I could have lived without the tubes and IV cart. But, I did get my drug free birth—on a strong pit drip, mind you! But, it was super fast and I did avoid whole debacle of having doctors and nurses yell at me to PUSH PUSH PUSH. In fact, I was the talk of the whole maternity ward because no one does drug free there. Not to mention that whole thing with having a nurse ‘deliver’ the baby!
post #59 of 118
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Reposted for Jenlaana:

Apparently Fighting w/ DH was Good For Jumpstarting Labor


I posted a few days ago about fighting with my normally very good to me DH. Its funny how fighting w/ him ended with me going into labor.

Contractions started about an hour after our fight (11pm) and went on through the night and through the next day. At about 11am we watched CSI and I had to have him pause it through the contractions. When it was over I got into the birth pool. Labor was pretty intense at the end, but we had her at 1:15pm on Monday. It was pretty tough, probably a combination of her size and the fact that it was WAY faster than last time. My last labor was 48 hrs plus prodromal and this was 14 1/2 hrs from start to finish. I didnt panic or anything like last time, but instead I just made a lot of noise and had DH count backwards from 60 every time a contraction started. It really helped me to focus on him counting and know that they would be over before he got to zero.

Anyways, we had no problems what so ever in our unassisted birth. Victoria West Reid was born 8lbs 7oz, fully healthy, 2 days past her EDD. I had no tears, no complications for either me or babe. For some reason it was not beautiful or something I'd like to jump up and repeat or anything like the first UC. I love my gorgeous little girl, but this time, all I know about the birth itself is that I'm glad its over with and that we had no complications (and that DH is getting a vasectomy!).


Going back to my babymoon now. I'm hiding out in the bedroom so DH can deal with the house and I can just enjoy the little addition and being catered to for a few more days.
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Reposted for Bens_mommy_2005:

Will's incredible birth!!


I had my baby!!

William Alexander arrived last night. He was 11 pounds, 2 ounces, and he was 23.25 inches long!! Incredible to me, considering I only gained 16-17 pounds total and my last baby was 8 pounds, 4 ounces and 20 inches. This little man took the cake!! He was born one day past my due date.

At 7:25 pm, we were eating dinner when my water broke. At 7:45 pm, I had my first contraction. The next few were 5 minutes apart. By 8:15 pm, though, they were consistently 2 minutes apart. At about 9:30 pm, I started getting the undeniable urge to push and couldn't help myself. My doula arrived at 9:50 pm, followed by the midwife a little closer to 10:30 pm. Will's head was birthed at 10:42 pm, followed by his body at 10:45 pm.

I was able to have him at home, underwater, without any complications. It was amazing! I was shaking like crazy and it certainly hurt! I begged for drugs, an episiotomy, and finally to "just pull him out." All were denied, obviously. He started moving through the birth canal before anyone else but my mom had arrived, and I swore I was still feeling cervix, not realizing it was head. I kept freaking out, saying, "I'm messing it up, I'm messing it up," but then my doula came in and felt the bulge and clarified that yes it was head, and no I wasn't messing up. I was able to deliver him cradled in my husband's arms, supporting my perineum all by myself.

He let out a little cry and then sat peacefully on my chest until the cord stopped pulsing and I delivered the placenta (with a greater than 2 foot cord!!). He nursed beautifully through the night and is now sleeping the day away. A part of me is concerned because he hasn't nursed since 7:30 am or so, but I keep offering, and he keeps sleeping. He's had 2 really good meconium diapers so far, so who am I to mess with nature?? I guess he knows his body best!!

I'm just so happy to be done! After all of my prodromal labor, I was nearing the end of my emotional tolerance. Best wishes to all other mommies on here who are waiting to meet their bundles of joy!!
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