Our birth story! I'll work on pics here in a couple days. 
There is one of the 3 of us on my midwife's website www.holistichomebirth.com but you can't really see him, that's us just home from the hospital.
A little update, my milk is in and he is an awesome nurser, I feel AMAZING. We had our second home visit today with our midwife. He's lost a whole 5.5oz and she doesn't think he'll lose anymore, she did his PKU and we should have the results in a few weeks. We go see her again on the 28th.
Congrats to all the mamas with babes in their arms, and hang in there to those still waiting. You're going to all do amazing!
Our birth story
On Sunday 12-16, I was feeling very discouraged. I was only 3 days past my due date but I was so ready to be done and meet my baby boy. I was giddy when I found bloody show on the TP that morning, I e-mailed my midwife, Jessica, asking how much longer it could be. The day went on with lots of pressure and bloody show all day but no contractions. I was disappointed, I knew he'd be staying put until Christmas. We went out for dinner with my in-laws at 6pm, I was feeling pretty quite and I kept it in my mind "whatever you eat, you might taste it again" so I kept it light and actually had 3 contractions during dinner. Still trying not to get my hopes up. We were done at 7pm and I wasn't ready to go home so we drove around looking at Christmas lights. The side roads were still bumpy from the snow storm the week before. The bumps were giving me contractions every 10 minutes, I was happy I figured at least practice should open my cervix more. We got home around 9 and things kind of petered out from there. I was a little sad they didn't keep going but went to bed with the thought that if it is labor it will wake me up.
I could here myself vocalizing in my sleep, and I was rocking my hips. Finally I had a contractions that woke me up at 11:55. I didn't wake up TJ cause I wanted to see if there was a pattern. Every 5 minutes another contraction. I had to go on my hands and knees and rock and vocalize to make myself comfortable. The deep throaty sounds made everything hurt more so I just hummed to keep my throat and mouth open. Rocking against the sofa I had to laugh cause I sounded like a vacuum. I decided to wake TJ up at 12:30 and send him to the store, we still hadn't gone grocery shopping and I needed fuel for me to labor well. After he left I went to the bathroom and even more show and now my mucus plug, I knew this was really it. I called Jessica and my doula, Jacie, around one to let them know I was in labor. I was expecting a very long labor after Tate's 23 hours so I told them both I wasn't quite ready but would call as soon as I was.
Once TJ got home around the contractions got very strong, I was roaring with each one, pacing between contractions, and rocking on my hands and knees to stay comfortable. I wanted to be in the water, I needed the water. TJ turned on the tub and I had him call Jacie. She said she'd take a quick shower and be on her way. Again we were expecting a long labor, so that sounded fine. I got in the tub and had one strong long contraction that no position or noise made feel better I was really roaring now. After that one I plopped down in the tub and fell asleep leaning against the tub wall until the next contraction hit. I called TJ when the next contraction started "no, no, no, I can't do this, I need an epidural, this really hurts, get my clothes, get Tate, we're going to the hospital" so he did as I asked, trying to talk me out of leaving the whole time. They felt like they were coming back to back and only the roaring helped. My body wanted to push, I was afirad it was too soon, so I fought it. Fighting it made me so tired. In my head we were going to go to the hospital get the epidural, I would nap, then we'd go home and have the baby. I didn't have any idea I was in transition. Had I known I would have stayed home.
Jacie got here around 2:30 and could hear me roaring outside, she didn't know I was working my way out the back door to the car. Though it was taking a while, movement and gravity were my enemy, standing up and moving felt like a contraction in itself. She tried to tell me to come back in and I told her "I don't know if I'm complete, you can't check me, I need to go now, I need the epidural, I'm going to have a beautiful VBAC, I just want a NAP!" I got in the car and another contraction. Poor Tate was very confused by the mama bear noises he heard but he stayed so calm. We finally got on the road and I braced my self for every bump. I had 2 big contractions and I felt my body start to push again and fought even harder. We pulled up to the emergency bay and I pulled myself out of the car and another conraction hit. A security gaurd had just come around the corner and he tried to help me, that made me furious! (Laugh cause I am) "Ma'am are you ok" "DON'T TOUCH ME DON'T TALK TO ME" was all I could say. I walked in the door, Jacie behind me, TJ getting Tate from the car (which remained in the emergency bay for a while) and told the secruity gaurd at the desk "I'm here for an epidural." My doula had helped me walk in and kept reminding me to breath for my baby, I needed that reminder.
Now we had to register, I was so annoyed I wanted something for pain. I had I think 3 contractions in the lobby and of course I was still roaring. I kept reaching down to hold my self and Jacie knew it was time to push. They finally got all my info and a nurse came around with a wheel chair and RAN down the hall to the elevator. I kept saying "I hope the epidural is ready." Jacie reminded me it takes them some time to prep for that and I knew in my gut I wasn't going to have it. Good, I didn't really want it anyway. Jacie, TJ, and Tate couldn't keep up with the running nurse she told them to go up behind us. I thought that was funny but I wanted my support with me at the same time.
When we got to the l&d room another contraction hit and the nurse tried to talk to me, told me she needed to check me. I told her to let me finish my contraction. I stood up peeled off my clothes and put on an annoying gown, sat on the bed, it was so hard to move, moving him brought him down deeper and deeper and made the contractions stronger and closer. She told me to lay down. What a terrible idea I told her no way she can check me there. She said I HAD to lay down so I grumbled and got on my side and another conraction hit. She waited for it to be over, though at that point it didn't matter. I was complete with a bulging bag of water. I was ready to start pushing as the strapped me with the fetal monitor. I was told to wait for the doctor and during the push I told them "I don't need a DOCTOR to catch my baby!" I remeber mumbling my husband could but I don't think anyone heard it. Shortly after my bag of water came out, TJ said it look like a little water ballon, felt like I had pooped and it was just sitting there. They broke my water and I asked if it was clear and it was. I don't remember how long or how many times I pushed but I pushed on my side with all my might and I could feel his head coming down. Someone with a glove was holding my foot and I took my foot away and asked for her to hold my foot again. Jacie kept reminding me to breath for my baby, breath deeply, and that made my pushes much more productive. Just having her there kept my thoughts positive. I pushed again, hard and felt burning. Someone tried to massage my perinum I told them to stop pulling on me. That wasn't where it burned. I was tearing and didn't care. I pushed his head out and reached down to feel him. That's my baby's head! I can't beleive it, his head it out. Time to push more, have to get the rest of him out. I pushed and out he came. On to my belly, hairy, warm and wet, a little dusky too but perfect. It dawned on me "let the cord pulsate" too late they already clamped it. There was a resident and a doctor there adn I didn't realize until that point. He told her to feel the cord and of course it had stopped pulsating. They cut the cord and I tried to get our little man to nurse, he just wanted to look around.
Now they wanted the placenta out so they "massaged" my uterus. I don't remember what I said but TJ told me the nurse said she was going to be gentle and I very loudly told her she wasn't. They forced my placenta out, I ended up needing a shot of pitocin. I also had some second degree tears they needed to stitch up, the baby nurse came in while they did that and took our new baby to the warmer after we got to hold him for about a half hour. I quickly shouted "no eye goo!" she said fine and had TJ sign papers for our refusing that, the PKU, Hep B, and blood sugar testing. He weighed in at 8lbs 12oz, 20.5" long and his head was 14." Jacie and I both thought he was more like 7lbs almost 8, having Tate in the room made him look so much smaller. He finally latched on at 4am and stayed there until about 6:30. Jacie kept us company until then, while TJ took Tate home to sleep even though he didn't. When he got back we decided to Name him Kaleb Rider Wendall and it suits him. We left the hospital when he was 7 hours home and have had a wonderful recovery time at home, it was a wonderful birth and I'm so proud of myself and my support and the care I recieved during this pregnancy it's all priceless.
There is one of the 3 of us on my midwife's website www.holistichomebirth.com but you can't really see him, that's us just home from the hospital.A little update, my milk is in and he is an awesome nurser, I feel AMAZING. We had our second home visit today with our midwife. He's lost a whole 5.5oz and she doesn't think he'll lose anymore, she did his PKU and we should have the results in a few weeks. We go see her again on the 28th.
Congrats to all the mamas with babes in their arms, and hang in there to those still waiting. You're going to all do amazing!
Our birth story
On Sunday 12-16, I was feeling very discouraged. I was only 3 days past my due date but I was so ready to be done and meet my baby boy. I was giddy when I found bloody show on the TP that morning, I e-mailed my midwife, Jessica, asking how much longer it could be. The day went on with lots of pressure and bloody show all day but no contractions. I was disappointed, I knew he'd be staying put until Christmas. We went out for dinner with my in-laws at 6pm, I was feeling pretty quite and I kept it in my mind "whatever you eat, you might taste it again" so I kept it light and actually had 3 contractions during dinner. Still trying not to get my hopes up. We were done at 7pm and I wasn't ready to go home so we drove around looking at Christmas lights. The side roads were still bumpy from the snow storm the week before. The bumps were giving me contractions every 10 minutes, I was happy I figured at least practice should open my cervix more. We got home around 9 and things kind of petered out from there. I was a little sad they didn't keep going but went to bed with the thought that if it is labor it will wake me up.
I could here myself vocalizing in my sleep, and I was rocking my hips. Finally I had a contractions that woke me up at 11:55. I didn't wake up TJ cause I wanted to see if there was a pattern. Every 5 minutes another contraction. I had to go on my hands and knees and rock and vocalize to make myself comfortable. The deep throaty sounds made everything hurt more so I just hummed to keep my throat and mouth open. Rocking against the sofa I had to laugh cause I sounded like a vacuum. I decided to wake TJ up at 12:30 and send him to the store, we still hadn't gone grocery shopping and I needed fuel for me to labor well. After he left I went to the bathroom and even more show and now my mucus plug, I knew this was really it. I called Jessica and my doula, Jacie, around one to let them know I was in labor. I was expecting a very long labor after Tate's 23 hours so I told them both I wasn't quite ready but would call as soon as I was.
Once TJ got home around the contractions got very strong, I was roaring with each one, pacing between contractions, and rocking on my hands and knees to stay comfortable. I wanted to be in the water, I needed the water. TJ turned on the tub and I had him call Jacie. She said she'd take a quick shower and be on her way. Again we were expecting a long labor, so that sounded fine. I got in the tub and had one strong long contraction that no position or noise made feel better I was really roaring now. After that one I plopped down in the tub and fell asleep leaning against the tub wall until the next contraction hit. I called TJ when the next contraction started "no, no, no, I can't do this, I need an epidural, this really hurts, get my clothes, get Tate, we're going to the hospital" so he did as I asked, trying to talk me out of leaving the whole time. They felt like they were coming back to back and only the roaring helped. My body wanted to push, I was afirad it was too soon, so I fought it. Fighting it made me so tired. In my head we were going to go to the hospital get the epidural, I would nap, then we'd go home and have the baby. I didn't have any idea I was in transition. Had I known I would have stayed home.
Jacie got here around 2:30 and could hear me roaring outside, she didn't know I was working my way out the back door to the car. Though it was taking a while, movement and gravity were my enemy, standing up and moving felt like a contraction in itself. She tried to tell me to come back in and I told her "I don't know if I'm complete, you can't check me, I need to go now, I need the epidural, I'm going to have a beautiful VBAC, I just want a NAP!" I got in the car and another contraction. Poor Tate was very confused by the mama bear noises he heard but he stayed so calm. We finally got on the road and I braced my self for every bump. I had 2 big contractions and I felt my body start to push again and fought even harder. We pulled up to the emergency bay and I pulled myself out of the car and another conraction hit. A security gaurd had just come around the corner and he tried to help me, that made me furious! (Laugh cause I am) "Ma'am are you ok" "DON'T TOUCH ME DON'T TALK TO ME" was all I could say. I walked in the door, Jacie behind me, TJ getting Tate from the car (which remained in the emergency bay for a while) and told the secruity gaurd at the desk "I'm here for an epidural." My doula had helped me walk in and kept reminding me to breath for my baby, I needed that reminder.
Now we had to register, I was so annoyed I wanted something for pain. I had I think 3 contractions in the lobby and of course I was still roaring. I kept reaching down to hold my self and Jacie knew it was time to push. They finally got all my info and a nurse came around with a wheel chair and RAN down the hall to the elevator. I kept saying "I hope the epidural is ready." Jacie reminded me it takes them some time to prep for that and I knew in my gut I wasn't going to have it. Good, I didn't really want it anyway. Jacie, TJ, and Tate couldn't keep up with the running nurse she told them to go up behind us. I thought that was funny but I wanted my support with me at the same time.
When we got to the l&d room another contraction hit and the nurse tried to talk to me, told me she needed to check me. I told her to let me finish my contraction. I stood up peeled off my clothes and put on an annoying gown, sat on the bed, it was so hard to move, moving him brought him down deeper and deeper and made the contractions stronger and closer. She told me to lay down. What a terrible idea I told her no way she can check me there. She said I HAD to lay down so I grumbled and got on my side and another conraction hit. She waited for it to be over, though at that point it didn't matter. I was complete with a bulging bag of water. I was ready to start pushing as the strapped me with the fetal monitor. I was told to wait for the doctor and during the push I told them "I don't need a DOCTOR to catch my baby!" I remeber mumbling my husband could but I don't think anyone heard it. Shortly after my bag of water came out, TJ said it look like a little water ballon, felt like I had pooped and it was just sitting there. They broke my water and I asked if it was clear and it was. I don't remember how long or how many times I pushed but I pushed on my side with all my might and I could feel his head coming down. Someone with a glove was holding my foot and I took my foot away and asked for her to hold my foot again. Jacie kept reminding me to breath for my baby, breath deeply, and that made my pushes much more productive. Just having her there kept my thoughts positive. I pushed again, hard and felt burning. Someone tried to massage my perinum I told them to stop pulling on me. That wasn't where it burned. I was tearing and didn't care. I pushed his head out and reached down to feel him. That's my baby's head! I can't beleive it, his head it out. Time to push more, have to get the rest of him out. I pushed and out he came. On to my belly, hairy, warm and wet, a little dusky too but perfect. It dawned on me "let the cord pulsate" too late they already clamped it. There was a resident and a doctor there adn I didn't realize until that point. He told her to feel the cord and of course it had stopped pulsating. They cut the cord and I tried to get our little man to nurse, he just wanted to look around.
Now they wanted the placenta out so they "massaged" my uterus. I don't remember what I said but TJ told me the nurse said she was going to be gentle and I very loudly told her she wasn't. They forced my placenta out, I ended up needing a shot of pitocin. I also had some second degree tears they needed to stitch up, the baby nurse came in while they did that and took our new baby to the warmer after we got to hold him for about a half hour. I quickly shouted "no eye goo!" she said fine and had TJ sign papers for our refusing that, the PKU, Hep B, and blood sugar testing. He weighed in at 8lbs 12oz, 20.5" long and his head was 14." Jacie and I both thought he was more like 7lbs almost 8, having Tate in the room made him look so much smaller. He finally latched on at 4am and stayed there until about 6:30. Jacie kept us company until then, while TJ took Tate home to sleep even though he didn't. When he got back we decided to Name him Kaleb Rider Wendall and it suits him. We left the hospital when he was 7 hours home and have had a wonderful recovery time at home, it was a wonderful birth and I'm so proud of myself and my support and the care I recieved during this pregnancy it's all priceless.
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