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post #21 of 41

Caroline Tulip

Shorts stats:

Born 7/16/08 at 1:48am, 42 weeks
7 pounds and 2.6 ounces
20 inches long
Labor induced with pitocin but no pain medication used

The Long Story

I went to the acupuncturist on Monday in hopes of getting labor started. The appointment went great and I was feeling some mild contractions upon leaving. We went to my parents house for dinner and while I was there I had one strong contraction but nobody was around to witness it but I wanted to leave because I didn't want to be "watched".

On Tuesday morning around 1:00 am I was awoken with some contractions. Around 2:20 am I had some bloody show and loss of mucous plug. I stayed up for a while longer with some inconsistent contractions and then decided it would be a good idea to get some sleep. Went to sleep around 4:40 am woke up around 6:30 am. I decided to just try and take it easy Tuesday, let my body rest before labor got started. I did have some contractions here and there but nothing regular or very painful.

We had a midwife appointment at 3:00 pm. Before we left Jon asked "Should we put our stuff in the car just in case?" and even though I was philosophically against the idea (because I wasn't planning on being induced simply for the fact that I was post dates) my instinct told me we should put everything in the car for some reason. When we went to our midwife appointment my blood pressure was high, like 158/90, around there and I was spilling protein in my urine (3). So the CNM came in and said "I know you don't want to be induced but at this point we really need to." She checked me and I was a "stretchy 2.5 cm and about 70% effaced". She also stripped my membranes (OUCH!). I was bummed about being induced but I felt like we at least had a medical indication so DH and I headed over to L & D. Jon called our doula, Wendy, and she said she was on her way.

When I got to L & D I was really happy to see the CNM I had had my NST with on Saturday, Shavan. There was another CNM there named Annie whom I had never met before but I liked her. However, I was really bummed out to learn that the midwife I had had the NST with on Thursday, Stephanie, was coming on at 8pm when Annie left. But I talked to Shavan and she was like look, you will probably have your baby in the morning and I will be back by then, also I know you had a bad experience with Stephanie but she really is a very competent CNM. I decided there was no reason to go into this thing with more stress then necessary and made a decision to let what happened with Stephanie go. Annie asked me if I knew what to expect with the induction, I told her and she said "Wow, you really know your stuff."

So we got admitted. I was actually really calm and at peace. The nurse who got me all set up, Tracy, was very kind and did a good job getting the I.V. set up. She told me from my reaction from the IV that she thought I was going to do great. This may have been BS but it made me feel good. She asked if I had a birth plan. I got it out and we went over it. She didn't blink an eye at the things we were declining and went ahead and got me all the refusal forms I would need to get it out of the way. Sometime during all this Wendy showed up. I was so glad to have her there.

Shavan came in before they started the pit and let me know that the OB wanted to do magnesium sulfate because of the level of protein in my urine but that she had requested that they at least wait until they had my labs back. I asked her about the magnesium sulfate, what it was like. She admitted that it was not pleasant and that is why she wanted them to hold off because she wanted to try and make my birth as close to what I had wanted given the situation. She told me I was going to do great and that she was leaving now and she would see me in the morning.

Once the pit was started everything was going pretty well. No bad reactions. The contractions were very similar to the ones I had been feeling earlier. I was sitting on my birthing ball a lot or standing. Wendy and I were chatting about different things. Around 7 pm Wendy brought up dinner and decided to run down to the cafeteria to check out the options. When she came back she said that the cafeteria closed at 7 pm so she had just grabbed what she could which was a muffin, some cottage cheese and some random slices of meat. I thought the cottage cheese sounded good so I had that. I told Jon he should go get food for him and Wendy because it was going to be a long night and they needed to eat. I told him if he was going to do it, he needed to do it now while I was still handling everything so well without help. He went to In and Out to get him and Wendy some food.

By the time he got back the contractions had gotten more painful and required my attention. But I wanted him and Wendy to eat and not focus on me, I could still handle the contractions myself. I was so happy they listened to me. This was about 8pm. Around this time Annie came in to let me know that my labs looked great and we did not need to do the magnesium sulfate. Also, interestingly, the urine sample sent to the lab didn't have any protein in it...

Sorry this is getting so long! Basically from 8:00pm to 10:30 pm the contractions kept getting stronger, longer and closer together. I was vocalizing through them and breathing out of them. Around 11:00 I asked to be checked. Things were very painful and I needed to know where I was at. The nurse told me the midwife was at a delivery right now and then she had another one so that it would be about 30 minutes. That seemed like a long time but I knew time was going by fast and that I could handle it. Well it turned out it was about an hour and still no check. At this point I had just gotten a new nurse who was VERY chipper, so not in the mood for that. So I reminded her that I wanted to be checked. She said it was going to be about 30 minutes, I let her know that I had asked an hour ago and 30 minutes was too long at this point. Magically she was able to get the midwife within 5 minutes. So the midwife came in to check me which of course was a long process because I didn't want to be checked during a contraction, she wanted me on the bed to check me, plus the talking about it before hand. Finally when I got checked she said "Okay you are 3.5 cm and 100% effaced". I was so disappointed. I said "I want an epidural, I can't handle this for hours more." She said "Hold on, let me tell you what I felt. At first when I checked you I thought you were like a 10 because you are very thinned out and stretchy. I can feel the babies head and the bag of waters. What if we got you off the pit, off the monitor so you could move and get in the shower. I would put a small leak in your water and we could see how that goes. You can have the epidural if you want but I don't think that is what you really want." This sounded good to me. I just really needed a change of scenery so to speak. So we did that. If I had any bad feelings towards Stephanie before they were gone now.

I was so happy to be off the pit. Jon started the shower and that was like heaven. But I was noticing that the contractions were getting more intense and I didn't have a break. It was just one big contraction with more intense points. In my mind I was begging for an epidural. I was in so much pain. Finally, after about 50 minutes of this, with a very clear state of mind I told Jon and Wendy I wanted an epidural. I was sure about it. I would not be able to keep up with this type of pain for much longer. It was unbearable. They took me seriously. They went and got the nurse. She came in and said "How's it going honey?" Me: "Get me an epidural now.". I was on the toilet at this time. I knew I had to get back on the IV for the epidural so I walked into the room and an intense point in this hour long contraction came that was my breaking point. I got on the floor on a chux pad, hands and knees and just started screaming. It was so painful. I felt like I was never going to make it. At this point Wendy came over and said something to me, in a firm but loving voice. I think something about how I was doing so well but I needed to keep it together. Those weren't her words. Whatever she said was perfect but that was the point.

So then something changed. When the next intense point came my body started to push. And it felt so much better to do that then what had been happening. But for some reason I didn't say anything to anyone. I think in my mind I thought that it was impossible that it was time to push and I didn't want to give my hopes up or something. So then after one or two contractions like this the nurse asked "Do you feel like pushing?" I told her yes, she said "Are you pushing?" I told her yes. She told me not to push. I asked her how the hell I was supposed to do that. Wendy calmly informed me to try to pant or grunt. The nurse checked me and said "Yep, its time to push." She called the CNM and though I couldn't see it, I could hear the CNM and nurses scurrying into the room, setting up the bed. Remember I am still on the floor at this time on hands and knees.

The CNM asked me if I could get on the bed because delivering the baby on to the hospital floor was not a great idea. I said I could. I got on the bed in a side laying position. And then I heard the most magical words. The CNM said "Okay, when the next contraction comes, you just do whatever your body tells you to." So I pushed and it hurt. On the next contraction I could see the head and Wendy told me to feel the babies head and told Jon to feel it too. Then the CNM told me, "Okay on the next contraction I want you to keep pushing even when you don't want to anymore to help get the babies head up further." I took her advice and was screaming through the pushing. After that contraction the CNM told me "Okay on the next contraction, I am going to tell you to hold the pushing after a little while so I can support your perineum, to prevent tearing." She was using oil and warm compresses. So that was the next contraction. Then on the next contraction I pushed out the head and shoulders and she was out! I was screaming my head off during this. As Jon so lovingly puts it "It was the most f'ed up sound I had ever heard in my whole life." I had started pushing at 1:30 am and she was born at 1:48 am. They handed her right to me. The cord was wrapped around her neck one time, which had been causing some decels during pushing. They suctioned her a little bit. They waited until the cord stopped pulsating and then had Jon cut the cord. She was screaming at us. I was smiling and happy, Jon was crying and happy.

The placenta was delivered shortly after that. Then they were pressing on my uterus to get out stuff. Holy crap that hurts.

I had one small "skid mark" near the urethra.

Caroline was nursing within 30 minutes of birth and did beautifully.

I am feeling great but just focusing on resting, snuggling with baby and nursing.

My birth wasn't exactly how I envisioned it but I am far from disappointed. I feel very empowered. All the nurses were impressed by my birth and recovery. The nurse at my birth (the chipper one) turned out to be awesome. She told me that she had never seen someone birth naturally on pitocin and that she was so impressed by me. She also told me that she used cloth diapers on both her kids and said "Well I bet you'll just have a home birth next time, huh?" And I said "YEP!"

If you made it this far, thanks for reading.

And what you really want to see:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/27221126@N05/2677315863/
post #22 of 41

Meridith's Arrival

Sorry it's taken me so long to post this! I forgot how hard it is to do things with a newborn!

I was 41weeks 1day pregnant on Wednesday July 9th. I had been dialated to about 4-5cm for several days, about 75% effaced and baby was low in my pelvis. I was starting to feel discouraged and a little panicy about being “over due”. We weren’t 100% sure of my due date as I had been having irregular cycles prior to conceiving. My “best guess” for her due date was 7/1/08. The first ultrasound dated us at 6/29/08 but my midwife and I agreed to use the July date anyway.

I decided to start trying natural ways of encouraging baby to make her arrival (walking, nipple stimulation etc) earlier in the week to no avail. I even bit the bullet and tried castor oil – which I promptly threw back up. After talking to my midwife and doula we decided that it would probably be best to break my water and get things moving. We went to the midwife’s office at about noon on Thursday the 10th to check on the baby and see how she was doing – perfect of course. We made the decision that we’d take the girls out to lunch and when we got home, we’d call Toni (my midwife) to come out to the house and she’d break my water there and we’d get things going.

On the way to the restraunt I started to have mild regular contractions! As soon as we got home I called my mom to come over and help keep my girls entertained as well as my doula, Patti, and Toni. The contractions continued all afternoon and when Toni arrived and checked me I was dialated to about a 6-7 and basicly completely effaced. We went ahead and broke my water, which took hardly anything – it was ready to burst!

The contractions started to pick up a little and we got the pool filling. Once it was ready I hopped in for a while. The contractions started to pick up and feel uncomfortable but they were totally manageable. After a bit Patti suggested I get out and try and use the restroom and then sit on the birth ball for a while to help my pelvis open up. I could tell that the baby was moving down because I started to get a sharp pain in my back with every contraction. HARD counter pressure from my support people on my sacrum (lower back) was the only thing that made this manageable.

After a bit of sitting on the ball Toni wanted to check me again. I was dialated to about an 8 at this point. Lying on the bed was excruciating because there was no way for anyone to push on my back and the pain was very intense. The contractions themselves were still very manageable, even at this point. But the pain in my back was getting much more intense. I moved to stradeling a chair in hopes of getting that last bit of cervix out of the way. Toni encouraged me to push a little with contractions as well. Sitting on the chair allowed my support people to really get to my back which was the only thing that provided much relief. They applied hot wash cloths to my back and put a cold one on my forehead. That helped a little, but really only the HARD pressure took the edge off. I am very thankful though because even though the contractions and back pain we’re extremely intense, I almost always had a nice break in between where I was able to breath and recover.

At this point the back pain was getting almost unbearable, even with the counter pressure. I asked to get back in the water and did. I was disappointed that the water didn’t help as much as I had hoped it would, in fact they seemed even stronger. I had one really strong contraction where the pain shot all the way up my spine. Feeling very overwhelmed, I said that we HAD TO DO SOMETHING about the pain in my back. Toni was getting a syringe ready with saline solution to inject which was supposed to give some relief. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to push. (No time for that injection after all…) Toni checked me again and with a little push I was able to get the last bit of cervix out of the way. With the next contraction I pushed out her head, then her body with the one after that. She was literally born 2 minutes after I reached 10cm.

Through out my labor my girls came in and out of our bedroom where we were set up. They were both so sweet and loving and tried really really hard to be good. Most of the time they spent playing games with my mom out in the living room. When everyone realized that I was so close to delivering, they called them in and they were able to watch their new little sister enter the world.

Touching her head during that last contraction gave me the strength to push out her body. I lifted her up out of the water and into my arms. She cried a little – I’m sure the stress of being born so fast (5 hours from when my water broke) was a little scary for her too. We stayed in the pool for a while and everyone got to come over and say hi and kiss her little head. My oldest daughter, Bridgitt, brought over the Build-A-Bear that they had made for her and showed it to her. It was all so so sweet.

After the cord stopped pulsing, we clamped it off and my husband cut it. Her cord was 38 inches long! Almost twice the “average” cord length! She weighed 9 pounds 7 ounces and was 21.5 inches long. She was born at 10:36pm on July 10th 2008.

It was an extremely intense birth but I’m so happy with the way it turned out. I really could have done with out all that back pain though!! Baby Meridith is doing very well. It amazes me how something can be so big and yet still so small at the same time :
post #23 of 41
Noah John's Birth Story


At my 40 week appt on Wed. (7/9/08) I had my mw check me to see if I was dialated. She was barely able to get a finger in and said I was barely one cm. I was half effaced and soft. So we were thinking it could still be a week or so.

During the early morning hours of July 11th (40w4d), I was getting up to go to the bathroom every hour (as usual) and was feeling some pressure in my back. I thought I had to poo so I tried, but couldn't and became annoyed that I might be constipated.

Then around 7am I had a contraction with the pressure and thought this was like all the other times where I'd contract and it be nothing. But this contraction felt a little different. In addition to the pressure in my back, I was feeling pressure in my abdomen as well with the ctx. So I told my dh this felt different and he said I should time the ctx. Well, after 15 min, I still hadn't had another one so I was frustrated that once again it was a false alarm. Around 8am I called my friend b/c I was still having constant pressure and had a weird feeling this was different. I told her I thought about calling my mw and she said she thought I should since I had been feeling pressure throughout the morning.

I called my mw around 8:15am and told her I didn't know if this was it. I wasn't really having ctx, but the constant pressure was making me wonder if this might be real. So she said she'd be over in a little while. She was going to take a shower and then stop by. She lives about 30-45 min away.

My husband was feeding our children breakfast and I had a major ctx hit me out of nowhere that lasted 2 min. It really hurt. Then I had another one and I told him I really thought this was it and to call my mom to come get our children so I could have his help. This was around 8:30am. The ctx kept coming and were getting more intense each time.

Around 9am I got in my bathtub to help me cope. It felt wonderful! I started moaning thru them and got that "I don't know if I can do this" feeling. I still didn't believe I was close since I had a 16 hour labor with my daughter and it had only been about 30 min from the time I thought this might be it. My husband was trying to hurry and get the kids stuff ready for my mom when my mw got here between 9:15-9:30am.

She was bringing her stuff in when she heard me moan thru a ctx and she stopped and asked if I felt like pushing. I said no, but they were really coming fast and very intense! I said I feel a ton of pressure. So she asked if she could check me before she finished getting her stuff in and I said yes. I wanted to know I wasn't just at 3-4cm. She told me I was 7cm and at +2 station. I was so shocked I was so close. She told me that in a few minutes we'd have a our baby.

My mom arrived a few minutes later and kept my ds and dd in the playroom so my dh could be with me. My dh got in the back of the tub on the ledge and put counter pressure on my back. I started feeling pushy and my mw checked me and I was complete. My dh was supporting me from behind so I could push. I pushed for a total of 4 pushes and at 10:08am he was born in the water! My husband was going to catch him, but since I needed him behind me my mw caught him. As soon as she put him on my chest, my dh said it's a boy!! I looked down and thru my tears I saw my sweet, beautiful boy! I will never forget that moment.

He weighed 7lbs 7oz and 19 1/4 in. He latched right on and has been nursing well. He is a very calm, sweet baby.

My labor was less than 2 hours, but very intense. I had a minor tear needing 2 stitches, but other than that everything was perfect He is eating every 1 1/2 hrs and doesn't want to be out of our arms. We are loving every minute with him and his siblings adore him!
post #24 of 41

Owen's Birth. Sorry it's so long

On Thursday July 10th I went in for my 41 weeks visit with my m/w and I told her I kind of wanted to be checked, so she agreed and my cervix was closed but soft and anterior. I felt really discouraged so she mentioned she could strip my membranes but it was up to me and I told her I would rather only use that as a last resort, so she suggested I go for reflexology to see if we could maybe just bump things along. I told her that sounded like a good idea because it wouldn't do any harm and also wouldn't even work if he wasn't ready. I worried maybe he just needed more time to "cook". So as soon as I left her place I called the reflexologist and she had an opening at 4pm.

I went for my appt. and she worked on me for over an hour, I thought well even if it doesn't work, I have never been so relaxed in my life! So it wasn't going to be a total waste. The lady told me that it took almost an hour to feel the "points" start to pulse, so we talked and she thought I could try accupunture the next morning. So I went ahead and made an appt. at a different place for accupuncture. I left and felt kind of down because I didn't feel like anything was happening.

I got home at about 5:30pm to a house full of people!(All family but STILL! UGH! I just wanted to go relax because the the reflexologist told me I needed to relax (my kids had been driving me crazy!) if I wanted to go into labor. So my dh made me go into the bedroom and lay down with the lights off while I listed to some relaxing music and he made dinner and kept the kids out of the room. At about 6:00pm or so I started to feel "something" and I thought no these are just the same old cntrxs I've been feeling. But I told dh that something *might* be going on. At 7:30pm they were still coming but not consistent at all but I thought I should give my mom a heads up also. We live right next door to each other and I was birthing at her house. Plus that is were everyone was and I thought for sure they would be gone by now. So I had dh go over there and try to get rid of everyone without letting them know what was going on.

By 7:45pm they were getting pretty strong and I was stressing out because there were still people at my mom's and the girls weren't in bed yet! I couldn't relax. I called the m/w to give her a heads up and she said it just sounded like early labor because they were so sporadic and didn't last very long. She told me to go take a warm bath and call her back in an hour. So I took a warm shower and I had 3 cntrx that were 2 mins. apart and then only 2 more that were 12+mins. apart. I called her back and told her that they were getting really painful but they still weren't regular, she told me to just go to bed as she was going to do and get some rest and that she would be expecting me to call in the middle of the night. She asked me if I was alright with that and I said yes, so I hung up and tried to lay down, well immediately I had a HUGE, EXTEMELY painful contraction and knew that either something was wrong or that's just the way this labor was going to be. So I called her back and told her I just had a contraction that left my legs shaking and I would really like her to come NOW! So she agreed happily to come and check things out.

Meanwhile my mom and dh were scrambling to fill the pool and make the bed.

By this time it hurt to sit on the toilet but I had to pee so I got back in the shower to pee. Dh was filling the pool and then the m/w's showed up and I got into my gown I wanted to wear and asked her to check me. I was 6-7 cm's, this was at about 8:30 I believe. I wasn't having to moan thru them yet but they were quite intense, I just had to breathe and concentrate and relax. She told me to go ahead and get into the pool if I wanted.

I got in and it felt SOOOO good when I first got in but something just didn't feel right I tried laying back but it just felt like my stomach was in my throat and then I tried laboring hanging over the side of the pool. By this time I was having to moan thru them but still able to put on a smile in between. I labored in the pool for about an hour.

I got out and got onto the bed and I was getting quite vocal thru them but still able to be happy between. This went on for about 2 hrs. finally I started to feel really tired and wondered why it was taking so long. I was comparing (which I knew was wrong) it to my last labor where I went from 3cm's to 10cm's in a little less than an hour. I asked her to check me again and i was a stretchy 9cm's with a BBOW. It was about 11:30pm. I was getting to the point where I didn't know how much longer I could go on like this. Finally at about midnight the m/w asked if I was starting to feel pushy because she noticed I was getting a little grunty. I told her I didn't know, when in all honesty I think I was afraid to push. I even told my m/w that, that happened with dd2, I was afraid for the first few pushes and then I got the hang of it.

So I tried pushing but it hurt SOOOO bad, not like it was with dd2 where it was a relief. I almost begged her break my water but I knew that just like with dd2 I would rather it break during pushing because of the GBS. So I pushed a few times and my water burst all over her! I even warned her that she would get soaked, so she better move to the side. Then I said, oh thank goodness!! I remember it being so much easier with dd2 once my water broke. But it didn't get easier....I was screaming. I was getting cramps in my hips and just coudn't get on top of it. I was worried at one point about the neighbors because I was REALLY loud. I was screaming no, and I can't do this over and over again. I would push and feel his head move down and then it would go right back up. I kept asking how much of his head they could see. I would feel myself start to stretch and then he would slip back in again. Finally I was so fed up with getting 1 step ahead and 2 back that I just pushed (and screamed) like crazy, I didn't think I could stretch anymore and then heard her say push again! He was only out to his forehead. So I pushed again and he came out to his nose, so I pushed again and out came the rest of his head. Then I got a break from the cntrx....they had been one right on top of the other.

So I rested for a few seconds and she said ok, just one more time and he will be here.
So I pushed like crazy and he didn't budge. I saw the student m/w look and my m/w and she said ok, you need to push for your baby! I pushed again and he wouldn't come out. I was sitting up, so she had me lay flat and reached in to see what was going on with his shoulders and told me to PUSH! She unhooked his shoulder and out it came and then I had to push again and out came the other, he was born at 12:20am on the 11th. She put him right up on my belly and he was blue (his 1 min. apgar was only a 6). I was scared but he was crying so I wasn't totally panicked. He was a big boy.

He laid on my stomach until the cord stop pulsing(which was quite a while) and my mom cut the cord...dh has a queasy stomach. Then once again my placenta was being stubborn. So she gave me a shot of pitocin but i was still bleeding pretty good. So she gave me another...finally she had me stand and squat and gently "pulled" while I pushed and it FINALLY came out. It felt huge!

She checked me for tears...NONE!! WHOO HOO!

Then she weighed and measured him...

10lbs.
23" long
14 3/4" head
14 3/4" chest
14 1/2" stomach

He latched right on, he's a hungry little boy! He is also a strong little thing, he was lifting his head up off my shoulder while I was trying to burp him and he was only a couple hours old. His poor face was bruised and purple for a few days.

The birth was nothing like I thought it would be, mainly because none of us knew he was going to be that big. It was truly the hardest thing I have done so far in my life. But I still couldn't be happier about the way it went.

The girls just adore him. He is kind of a fussy baby but other than that he is good.

My dh got his son, my Dad got his first grandson. We couldn't be happier.
post #25 of 41

Lilly June

Lilly June 7/19/08 6:34pm 9lbs. 4 oz. 21.5” long

Birth Story:

After what seemed like FOREVER, Lilly June made her way into the world in a fast and furious way.

I awoke from a nap at 3:45pm to an empty house. All day the house had been empty and I kept thinking it’d be such a great time to go into labor – when I could be all alone and focus. My mom had taken Alexander to a cook out at my aunt’s and Pete had gone to a bookstore with a friend. The house was so quiet and peaceful.

I had to go to the bathroom, and as I finished I had a good strong contraction. After months of contractions that led nowhere, I was highly skeptical, so I decided to take a shower at 4:05 and see if they kept coming. In the 20 minutes I was in the shower I had 6 or 7 contractions, and thought that perhaps I should call Pete to come home. While I was on the phone with him, I decided that I should probably call the midwives, just in case.

I called Paige and told her that I thought it might be real this time. We were on the phone and the contractions were coming every 2 minutes and were quite intense, but I was still concerned that it was going to peeter out again. Paige assured me that even if it was a false alarm that it’d be OK. (She later told me that she was nervous that she wasn’t going to make it in time.)

By the time Pete got home around 5:30 I was feeling more confident. The contractions were coming on top of each other and I was having really intense pain in my low back. He immediately set to work on filling the birth pool. The midwives arrived around 5:45 and starting setting up as fast as they could. I vaguely recall asking Paige if this was really it this time, and she smiled and asked me what I thought. I promptly vomited and knew that it was time to have a baby.

I went through transition with sweating, shaking and vomiting as the contractions were coming constantly. Paige suggested I get in the water and I was concerned it’d be too hot. She asked me to give it a shot and reminded me that I could always get right back out if I wanted, so I stepped in around 6:10. I slid into the water and it felt like a shot of morphine. Instant relief. I finally had a break from the contractions for a few minutes. I laid on my side with my head on the tub wall and had a few contractions in the water. At 6:25 I had a powerful contraction and announced that I was pushing. Pushing was not an option at that point and I pushed with more ferocity than I’ve ever known. At 6:34, Lilly June was born into the world, with her long cord looped twice around her neck. She was bright eyed and scanned the room with incredible awareness. It was dark, quiet and beautiful. She just looked and looked at everyone and everything for several minutes until we decided to move into the bedroom to wait for the cord to stop pulsing and to birth the placenta.

She laid on my chest for her first hour of life without interruption, all the while, wide eyed and inquisitive. After all our waiting, her birth was absolutely perfect. I didn’t tear at all and haven’t had a bit of swelling. I feel phenomenal physically and absolutely overjoyed emotionally. While I am not at all good at being pregnant, I remember why I chose to do this again – I LOVE giving birth and I love being a mom.
post #26 of 41

Henry Lawrence's Birth Story

I had been having contractions on and off for a couple of days. 9 days past my due date, which was Sunday, they started to feel more regular- about 4 minutes apart. They were still very light, but my midwife decided to come check me since she was in my area. When she arrived I was at 2 cm and 80% effaced. We went for a walk around the block, and soon I was contracting every 2 minutes, and I took another walk with DH and they continued to get stronger.

When we got back to my house the other midwife had arrived. I thought she was jumping the gun because I didn't feel like I was having a baby anytime soon! Labor was definitely picking up though, they wanted me to eat a little something to keep my strength up for later, so I did een though I wasn't really hungry. The midwives, DH and DD all ate some pizza they ordered, and by then I was walking around, restless in between contractions. After they were done I played with DD and joked around with the midwives for a while, all in between laboring.

Soon it was DD's bedtime and DH got her to sleep very easily. I had called the doula knowing she had about an hour's trip to the house and she arrived just after this. I was having to concentrate and breathe through contractions at this point, and the midwives were so encouraging whenever I had a good strong one. I started to use some of my Hypnobabies cues, like "peace" and "open, open, open"- really concentrating on relaxing through each one which helped me so much.

The midwives told DH to start filling up the birth tub (again, I thought this was really funny because I felt that "real" labor was hours away). I sat on my birth ball for a while and my doula did some counterpressure on my back with a cool vibrating massager thingy. In between contractions I felt great and we all talked about birthy stuff- so much fun!

The pool was ready very quickly and the midwives said I could get in if I wanted. It was sounding good so we moved upstairs- where DH had created such a nice atmosphere with candles and music. I loved being in the water- it took the edge off the contractions which were coming faster and more intense now. I experimented with some different positions in the pool and started to feel a lot of rectal/vaginal pressure. I went to the bathroom to see if I had to go but I didn't- I came back into the pool and the midwife said the pressure I was feeling was probably baby's head. I reached inside and sure enough there it was- there was not much cervix around it at all either! She checked me and I was at about 8 cm, and that was when I really started feeling transition-y- I started getting a little shaky and during the contractions I felt like I couldn't do this much longer.

The midwife wanted me to do some contractions on the toilet to help bring the baby down.... that position was just awful for me (I think I told the MW she was evil- hee hee hee) but within two contractions, my water broke with a whoosh (into the toilet! how convenient!) They had gone downstairs to give DH and I some privacy so I went to the top of the stairs and said "Hey guys, my water broke. By the way, it was clear". Then I pretty much ran into the pool and knelt in it leaning on the side.

Everyone came into the room and all of a sudden with the next contraction I had that incredible urge to bear down. I yelled that I was pushing- I was making these crazy roaring sounds that I didn't know I was capable of- my animal side totally took over. The midwives reassured me it was fine to push and to go with my body. I could feel the baby's head right there and I turned over into sort of a sitting/crab position, because I wanted to be able to catch, and it just felt right anyway. There was pretty much no break in between the contractions now- I was trying to push slowly and breathe the baby out, but he had other ideas! With a couple of crazy pushes the whole head was out, and I had a break in between where I could feel the rest of the body moving inside me. On the next contraction the body was out, and I pulled my sweet baby out of the water!

The baby was beautiful and perfect, and cried right away and turned pink. DH checked to see the gender- it was a boy as I thought all along! I told him, "It's OK, Mommy's here. I'm your mommy! Beautiful baby boy!" Everyone said he looked pretty big, but he looked so tiny to me.

There was a fair amount of blood in the pool and the placenta was not out yet, so everyone helped me out of the pool onto the bed. Henry latched on right away and nursed for a full hour. Finally the placenta came out after the midwife gave me an herbal tincture. I hung out nursing and snuggling with Henry while everyone cleaned up. After an hour or so DH cut the cord and they did a newborn exam, and I needed a few stitches as a result of the fast birth. Eventually all was done and DH, Henry and I snuggled to sleep, and Henry nursed on and off all night. Miraculously, DD slept through the entire birth in the next room!

In the morning we called our parents to tell them the good news. DD woke up and DH brought her in and she said, "Baby!" She is still adjusting to being the big sister but is generally doing great with him. I really loved having my baby at home. It was such a joyous and empowering experience.

Henry Lawrence
Born July 13, 2008 at 11:47 pm
8 lb., 7 oz.
21.5"

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post #27 of 41
I've been meaning to put this up for 2.5 weeks now!!!

July 2, 2008

I woke up and looked at the clock at 4:44 am (I think I'd been having some ctx before that, though, but didn't wake up fully). I started paying attention to the time of the ctx...they were about every 12-15 minutes, and I felt them down low in the front and in my back, but nothing at the top of my uterus, so I didn't know if it was really labor. I woke dh up at about 5:45 to tell him I was getting in the shower to see if they stopped. I had a few in the shower, and they were getting pretty painful. At about 7, I called my parents to have them get on their way to our house to get our older kids (it's a 45min. drive). Then I called my MW to tell her I was in labor, since I knew she was going to be heading to a visit that was an hour in the other direction.

I labored at home on the ball or in the rocking chair. Every time I got up to move around or go pee, the ctx got faster and stronger. By 9 when my parents arrived, I needed DH to get me through them...they were still just low and in the back--very different from my other labors. No breaking water, no bloody show, no mucous plug, just lots of diarrhea. (TMI, I know).

At about 10, I called my MW to ask when she thought I should head to the birth center...we decided we would leave about a half hour later (I didn't want to get there too early and have things slow down.) We left at about 10:45 for the 45 minute drive to the birth center. The ctx picked up on the drive and were coming every 4-5 minutes by the time we got there.

I labored on the couch for a bit, drank some water, went to the bathroom, labored on the floor on hands and knees so dh could do some counter pressure. Then I got changed and into the tub. It was HEAVEN!

I don't know what time it was then, but I got a little repreive in teh ctx at that point. Then they started coming really fast and furious. I was having a really hard time staying on top of them (I don't know if I did at all, actually). DH was great, my mom was giving me cold cloths and my MW was so supportive, too. I was in transition, but thought i had a long way to go, according to my previous labors. I was feeling really nauseous.

Then all of a sudden, I felt Lucy move down and had an immediate urge to push. My waters had never broken, and the bag was bulging out, with her head right behind it. I used my own hand to keep her from coming out too fast. It was just a few pushes, maybe 4 or 5, and her head was out, quickly followed by her whole body. I remember feeling her shoulders turn and pushing her out. It was amazing! She came out with the bag of waters over her head like a veil, and the cord around her neck. She was a little blue, but pinked up really fast. DH caught her and I got her right away! She was born at 1:44pm, exactly 9 hours from when I woke up that morning.

Our kids came in to see her for a minute, then they left and I got out of the tub, sat on the birthing stool and pushed out the placenta.

Then I got into bed and nursed her right away. She was quiet and alert and just perfect.

It was such a peaceful and wonderful birth. For our first out-of-hospital birth, it was amazing! I wouldn't do it any other way again! We were home by dinner time and had wonderful bonding time for 2 days while our older kids were at grandma's.

Lucy Joy weighed 7lbs. 4oz, was 20in. long, and has beautiful black hair and blue eyes. She's just perfect.
post #28 of 41
Bodie Maddox
6lbs 14ozs
07-18-08
7:09pm
20 inches


I just wanted to post a bit about Bodie's arrival.

We went in on thursday night as planned. I was around 1cm 50% effaced. got everything going and started pit around 11pm. I labored all night long having 2-3 min apart contractions, on the ball, standing up. She checked me several times of course, and no change. My pit was increased every 30 mins. During this time the pain got worse and worse and since I wasn't changing I assumed it was because my body just couldn't relax. So I asked for the epidural around 7am, contractions were still very strong and I even cried during a few of them. Epi worked for all of 2-3 hours, so I got to 2cm and agreed to let her break my water. Labored for 5 more hours or so and still no change (2cm that's it) Epi only working on one side of my body. The pain was so bad on the other side that it was all I could do to breath thru them. I did get to 3 cm, but stayed that way for another 7 hours. they checked me about every 2 hours and never once did they say I had dilated at all. The Dr. came in around 6 pm and said there were so many decels in his heart, my ctx were still 3 mins apart and weak, and I had not dilated so it was up to me. Labor for up to 12 more hours or have a C-section. I told her that I was in so much pain, and the decels were scaring me. I don't know what I'd do if something happen to him. So I told her we could do the section now, almost 24 hours into labor. I cried all the way to the OR, and they preped me for it. Bodie just couldn't stand the labor and I wasn't dilating on the max amount of pit. I've been induced 4 other times and by 24 hours it's baby time. Started the C-section and discovered that i was seconds away from uterine rupture and my uterus had 2 deep cuts at the top of it. This could have caused him to come out of my uterus along with the placenta and Bodie would have not survived this for sure. The Dr. was so amazed by seeing this rupture looking design on my uterus that she was telling DH to look at it and the other Dr.s in the practice said they wanted to see pictures of it even. Sorry for the long story, he's here and safe and that's what matters. He did nurse with in an hour of coming out, and his apgars were 8/9 which is great considering he was a C/S baby. It was advised that if we do have more children I should NOT labor at all because my uterus had to be sewn (sp?) in so many different places. We came home yesterday evening from the hospital and are trying to recover from the unexpected.

We are in love with him, he is perfect. He's at 6lbs 2ozs now (as of today) and is a little jaundiced, but doing wonderfully. I'll try to add photos to my flickr very soon.
post #29 of 41

Birth of Noah Benjamin

Noah Benjamin
July 13, 2008
4:55am
10lbs. 7oz.

On July 11th I woke up with a few contractions. They were pretty consistant but not too painful. I had a blood pressure check at the birth center anyway that day so I called and let them know about my contractions. Jewell was on call that day so she said she'd check me out anyway. My blood pressure was good- 130/88. I was 3cm dialated and she could feel pressure from Noah's head on my cervix during contractions. So, we went home and I contracted all afternoon. By that night the contractions fizzled out totally.

Saturday the 12th I felt nothing all day. I did cleaning and laundry all day, took a short nap while reading. I told Mike that I was going to read as much as I could until Noah was born... who knew it'd only be one chapter? After dinner I started with contractions at 8:15pm. They were irregular and light but real. Everyone was calling us that day checking up on us. At 10pm I came downstairs to watch Graham Norton on BBC America with Mike. By 10:40 I told him I was going to take a bath and see how my contractions were. I get in and at 11pm my contractions become consistant and 2 minutes apart. After my bath I laid down to check them out that way. Still 2 minutes and light. I paged Mike on the intercom downstairs to let him know. I said it didn't feel urgent but that I might tell Steph to come spend the night. Mike felt a little urgent about 2 minutes apart. So, I called Steph and said, "Why don't you just hang here tonight?"

Before Steph could get here I ended up calling the answering service for the birth center. I talked to the midwife oncall, Jenny, and actually said, "I'm in labor." I was praying I didn't wake her for nothing! She told me to meet her at the birth center at 1:30.

We beat Jenny there by about 5 minutes. She puts us in a room and checks me, I'm 6cm! I'm actually in labor! I didn't think I'd ever in my life go into labor on my own. I'm 6cm, but she's not convinced that Noah is head down. I had felt for a long time that he was breech, but that thought hadn't crossed my mind in weeks. Jenny called Leigh Ann, who was the backup midwife that night, to come check me as a second opinion. Leigh Ann got there in about 25 minutes and she felt Noah's orientation from my abdomen and said, "Wow, that's no preemie!" She checked me... and checked me... and checked me. Said he felt head down to her. Then Jenny checked me... and checked me... and checked me. They appologized to which I replied, "Sure, they won't use forceps here but they will use their hands!" They both thought that was hilarious.

Not so hilarious was the fact that they were only 95% certain that Noah was head down. Jenny made some calls to try and get us in quickly at UNC for an ultrasound. She was afraid I'd have to be triaged and admitted for one, then have to wait around to be released. We drove over to UNC and the whole time I keep saying, "As long as my water doesn't break we're okay, I go fast after my water breaks." Mike drops Jenny and I off at the front of the hospital and we go up to L&D... where they are in the middle of admitting 7 women into triage. The lady in the wheelchair infront of my doesn' look like she is in labor at all and here I am standing behind her praying my water doesn't break.

Finally one nurse says to Jenny, "You're just hear for a quick ultrasound, right?" And they put us back in a recovery room for that. Mike still hadn't made it up to L&D. They put me in a bed that's WAY uncomfy to lie in and an OB comes in and Mike with them. They do a quick scan and yay, he's head down! The OB says, "How big of a baby were you planning on?" and Jenny said, "She's already had a nine pounder." Then we were on our way back to the birth center.

Its 3:30am and we got back without my water breaking and I use the bathroom while Jenny fills the birthing tub for me. Its heavenly. I float for awhile. Then I turn on my side. The pressure builds and somewhere around 4am I go to use the bathroom again one last time. I make it there fine, sit down, and hear/feel a crack/pop. I wait... no water comes out. I'm in PAIN and I can't relax to use the bathroom. I have to fight terrible pain to get back to the tub. I get back in and the pain is unreal. I tell Mike that I have to be in transition because I want an epidural now. They don't do any pain meds at the birth center so that's the only time I thought about or mentioned pain medicine. I was really just trying to make myself think I was in transition so it wouldn't be much longer. I guess Jenny could hear that something was different and the nurse showed up just then. They both came in the room and watched how I managed these new contractions. I mentioned they were like 45 seconds apart. Mike timed just one set to check, from peak to peak it was a minute and 10 seconds apart. After that set my contractions started having 3 peaks to them. I started moaning. Jenny checked me and said I was a 9 and could slowly start to push as I felt my body bearing down. I pushed hesitantly because I knew I wasn't complete yet. Then my body started to bear down. I was so uncomfortable I got out of the tub. Mike and Fran, the nurse, dried me off. I got over to the bed when another contraction hit. The nurse was trying to get me into bed and I had to wait it out. It actually wasn't bad leaning over the bed, I should have done that longer in hindsight. I got on the bed and it was party time.

I started screaming during contractions. I could feel myself tensing up when I'd feel one start again. I'd yell, "Oooh noooo." I gripped the bed so hard that I pulled a muscle and 4 days later its still bothering me. Mike massaged it out for me because I couldn't move it. I pushed on my right side but needed something to push against so they had me roll to the left and push against Mike. Our foreheads were together and I was pulling my right leg back at the same time. It was much easier to have leverage. I pushed a few times and felt Noah drop into the birth canal. I think I gave everyone the play-by-play of what I felt. It helped me to do something besides scream. I continued to feel Noah drop and could feel him start to crown and I said, "Oooh it burns!" I thought it was kinda painful until we got to the part where he was moving under my pelvic bone. Oooooh, then the burning was like I spent a little long out in the sun. The pelvic pain was like the Amtrak was making its way through my pelvis and it wasn't going to wait for it to open up.

I seriously thought my pelvis was going to have to break to get Noah through it. I said stuff like, "Why does he have to be so big?" or "Why does he have to have a head?" Then Jenny told me to feel him crowning. It made me happy that it was almost over, but sad that it was going to get more painful. Then all of a sudden my body started pushing much more intensely and I wasn't in control. That was fine with me, its hard work. Noah's head was half way out when my body stopped pushing and I wasn't having a contraction. Jenny told me to let him sit there and I said, "NOOOO IT HURTS!" It felt like my pelvic bone was being ripped apart. But I couldn't push so I HAD to wait. Finally I got the urge again and pushed so hard that I felt his head come out. They had me flip on my back real fast and I pushed his body out.

HOLY MOSES it felt like Noah AND his ark had exited my body. He was so big. I think I said, "BABIES!!! ... I feel SO much better now." I could breathe. They gave me a shot of pitocin in my leg.

Then came the placenta, it was huge. So huge I had to actively push it out. What a cruel joke after having pushed out a baby. The placenta came out, and so did the animals two by two. Jenny just kept saying, "that baby is big, he must be 2 feet long!"

I had no tears, needed no stitches. They cleaned everything up while I held warm Noah to me. I cleaned him up with the towel he was in. Jenny couldn't wait to see how much he weighed so she pulled in the scale. I guess he was 9 pounds 5 ounces, Fran guessed the same. Jenny weighed him- she had to slide over to the double digits and said, "I knew it!"- 10 pounds 7 ounces. She half heartedly measured him at 21.5" but she didn't stretch him at all and he had his feet pulled way back.

Mike and I called our families with the news: a 10.5 pound baby born without any pain medication.

The flood is over, you can now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

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post #30 of 41
On Saturday night around midnight, I started mild cramping and spotting. I was so excited, but I made myself sleep anyway. The next morning was much of the same, and by 1pm, DH and I decided to go to Walmart with the boys. We did a bit of shopping and around 2:30 we were on our way to see friends of ours at their house. Halfway there, the contractions really started so we went home. I called my parents on the way home (they are an hour away) and told them there was no hurry, but to come in because I figured we would be headed to the hospital sometime that night. luckily, they didn't listen and left right away! When they arrived, I was ready to go, with contractions 4 minutes apart. DH and I got to the hospital and I was 6cm dilated. I was taken in immediately, this was around 5:30 or so. By 8:00 I was begging for something, ANYTHING!! lol the contractions were right on top of each other (or so it seemed). The Dr gave me a shot of Nubain; which dulled the pain enough so I could breathe and concentrate through the contractions. I was checked again at 9:15 and I was fully dilated and the Dr said I could push, but I didn't feel any urge, so we waited. Sometime around 9:30, I rolled over and was instantly nauseous. After throwing up violently a few times, I felt the baby move down and I needed to push! I pushed and immediately, her head was partway born. Two more and she was here!! It was 9:45pm. What an amazing feeling. I had epidurals with my boys, so the feeling of her being born was so new to me, I loved it! She was placed on my chest and she stopped crying as soon as I held her. She is beautiful and perfect in every way. I have no rips or tears, and I was on my feet shortly after. Besides feeling absolutely famished, I felt great. At one point, I was saying to DH, I can't do this, its too hard!! And as soon as I said it I knew then she was coming and that I could do it, and I did.

Juli Celeste
July 20/08 @9:45pm
8lbs 6oz
post #31 of 41

zion isaias/isaiah (depending which side of the family i'm talking to)

this is my 5th, so i really thought this would be really predictable. it so wasn't anything like that.


in my heart i name my children according to what their life means to me in my walk w/ God. i know it seems cheesy, but this one was "submission" bc i was just starting my 1st yr of grad school, we conceived by natural family planning as our contraception. submission bc either this was the worst or best time for another child and we wanted to trust God with the decision rather than force it ourselves. when i started to bleed midway in the pregn. i thought God was showing me that submission doesn't always mean it endsthe way we want, but there was little man kicking away.
And at exactly 38 wks, i started labor, knowing this was it. but a couple hours in and i knew the pain was too intense for the dilation i figured myself to be at and the contractions not regular enough. as it progressed it stayed a bit iregular and sex actually caused my cntrx to stop for an hour. by 3 am they were coming 4-6minutes apart and they were terribly painful, on my pubic bone and my tailbone. we called the mw, and she came at 4:30 w/ them being horrible and me only being 7. baby was still at 0 station. at 10 i didn't feel pushy. my last 4 dialtion went really fast once to 3 and i got pushy at 8-10...something wasn't right. after pushing an hr and a half, baby's head was not coming down. we decided transfer was best. the pain in my groin and back was atrocious and the pokiness of the mw's and the 30 minute dr. to the hospital sucked really bad. i was so thankful that her back up met us at the door and i told him i was ready for my epidural. he said we wouldn't need to. i was a bit dissapointed, but the contx kept coming and i was exhausted. he had me push but the baby would get sucked back up w/ every push. within minutes the doc decided to us forceps and i don't know which cam,e first but he had fingers in my rear too. He said the baby was really wiggly. He asked the baby's name and thought Zion was totally fitting, for the labor that was bringing him into the world (Dr. does missionary medicine). it was so painful and he and everyone kept telling me to push and i could swear everything was tearing terribly. but after my bony baby finally came out, face up,covered in vernix chunks, dr. said no tears. i could not believe it!! i bled a lot but delivered a heavy placenta within a few minutes.

the post pain was as bad as labor and my butt was so swollen that it was plumb with my nates. i had to spend 2 days in the hosp. bc of not being tested fot gbs and i barely slept. the bed hurt my bum and tailbone so bad, i was miserable. homebirth is so much better for recovery!

baby was great and healthy thruout and now all my pain is gone, 9 days later, so i'm really thankful. Sooo thankful.

sorry this is so scattered. i love reading everyone's story but don't always have time to comment, but thanks for answering all my stupid questions and allowing me to journey beside you all. i don't know how to add the pic yet.
post #32 of 41

Dexter Thomas's birth story

I was already a week overdue, but showing no signs of labor, so DH went to his best friend's wedding on Friday afternoon. He was reluctant to go, but I pushed him out the door, saying, "You'll only be 4 and a half hours away. I'll call if anything happens."

That evening I had some usual BH contractions, nothing really notable or painful, but fairly regular, maybe every 10 minutes, for a few hours. My mom and I rented a video on the way home. I had a glass of wine and relaxed and they petered out during the movie, so I didn't think much of it.

About 2:30 I woke up with uncomfortable contractions, so I got up and wandered around for a while, wondering what to do. We had a bunch of flies in the house and so I spent some time swatting flies. You haven't lived until you've tried to swat flies during contractions. Then I thought I'd better time some before I made any phone calls, so I kept track for a half hour and they were every 4-5 minutes apart. I called DH first, waking him up of course, and told him he might want to come home. He was pretty groggy, so I said I'd call him in an hour if things hadn't changed. Then I called my midwife. She was at another birth but was almost done and said she could come after that if I needed her. Of course I did call DH after an hour and said, "Okay, I don't think things are going to stop, you'd better come home."

I stopped timing contractions and got my Hypnobabies recording on the iPod, crawled under the covers of our downstairs futon and tried it out. What do you know?? That stuff works!! It was pretty neat. Every time another contraction would begin, I'd think, "Oh, no, it's starting to hurt... okay, relax... cue anaesthesia... relax... wow, check it out!" I slept between contractions and woke up to deal with each one. Getting out of bed to pee was not pleasant. At some point I decided things were getting harder and I was having a tough time staying relaxed enough to let the hypnosis do its work, so I called my midwife again and told her to come.

Her newer apprentice lives right across the street, so she came first. She asked me if I wanted her to set up the birth pool, and when I realized my response was, "I don't care," I knew things were moving right along. It was upsetting because I thought by this point that DH might not make it home in time, and there wasn't much I could do about that. Finally I sat up on the bed and was trying to deal with more intense contractions, and my water broke, BOOM, and everything started to open up. I think I probably dilated a few cm in that moment. I shouted, "Whoa, the baby is coming!!" Of course it wasn't going quite that fast, but I immediately felt like pushing and that was very upsetting without DH there.

My mom got my daughter out of the house and had her go to spend some time with neighbors before brunch (she wondered why I was making those noises and my mom told her I was pushing the baby out. She just said, "Oh, okay!") After that I spent time dealing with each cxn while the other midwives arrived and got ready for the birth. I mostly mooed and said, "No no no" during cxns; I know, not the most positive statement, but I really didn't want the baby to come yet without DH there! The pain was intense but between cxns I felt very lucid and willing to interact with others. They got me to drink a little milk. At some point my midwife convinced me to get off my butt and onto hands and knees for pushing. My tailbone was killing me, which I didn't realize until later meant the baby had turned and was posterior. (Argh, what is it about my uterus that produces posterior babies??)

When it was clear that I couldn't hold back any longer I suggested my mom might want to catch the baby. He came out in just a few contractions with a little pushing, face down (remember I'm on hands and knees) into her arms. He felt really big, long and substantial -- one push for the head, wait for next cxn, another push for the body, and a third for the legs. Turns out he was 22 inches long and 11 lbs, 5 oz! His tummy was even bigger than his head (which was 14.5 inches)! He didn't cry a bit and was still in his own little world when the cord stopped pulsing many minutes later. My mom cut the cord and the placenta came spontaneously soon after. I took off my pajamas and nursed him right away. We didn't really see his eyes for two days but he nursed great! I climbed onto the bed and just hung out there, feeling awesome. My tailbone felt super bruised but I had no pain (for over a day) other than that. Natural endorphins are THE BEST!!

My daughter came back about a half hour after the birth and climbed right up to be beside us. She was excited to see her brother. DH arrived shortly thereafter, but was all smiles and did not seem upset about missing the birth. I told him how sorry I was but he said he just was happy to have a healthy baby.

It's been a really super easy recovery. I went downstairs and took a walk around the block the day afterwards, and was totally pain free and back to normal activity after one week. Bleeding has been minimal.

Our little guy, two weeks later, does a lot of sleeping and eating with very little else. I know at some point he will develop a personality and start to complain more, but for now I am enjoying the sleep. He's very cute and looks a lot like DH, with some features like me. Update: we finally named him at 3 weeks. Now it's 6 weeks and he's still pretty mellow. :

I really couldn't have asked for a better birth, but I think it would be nice someday to experience transition and pushing with an anterior baby.
post #33 of 41

Kidzaplenty's Baby Isaiah's Birth Story

I finally got here to post this.



Baby Isaiah's Birth

To start off, if you are expecting to hear about a UC turned tragic, this is the wrong story to read. And if you are thinking of a hospital horror story, you would be wrong as well. This is a story that is horrific, yes; but also funny, and totally turned out the way it had to, as there was no way around it.

Around 36 wks my blood pressure began to rise. However it was "stable" at a "borderline" high. This was my one and only real sign of something being wrong. And even my shadow OB was not overly concerned, we were just watching carefully.

Sunday I developed a headache that would not go away. My signal that something was not right. So after checking my B/P and seeing that it had spiked to 210/101, I knew things were going downhill. I carefully rested that night and called my OB first thing Monday morning.

With one look at my B/P, my OB sent me to the hospital for an induction. I had delivered every one of my other children at home, and had never been in the hospital, so this was not an easy decision to agree with. But, after having done some research on inductions the night before (because somehow, I just knew this was going to come up), I decided to follow through and at least find out what she was willing to offer. Knowing that I could walk out at any time.

So, after picking up my Hubby from work, we headed to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital at 1pm Monday, we immediately went to L&D where we were met with the standard paperwork.

Here my story begins.

Filling out the first form, I read the small print on the back, with the clause of "General Consent". My first "battle". I marked out the "General Consent" clause; hand wrote "I do NOT give general consent" and handed all the paper work back to the nurse. She read what I wrote, rolled her eyes, and made her way to inform the others that "one of those" had arrived!

We quickly made a name for ourselves, one that will probably not be forgotten in a long time.

We were shown to my room and I was instructed to change into a gown, crawl into bed and she would be back to start the IV. To which I told her I would wear what I had on and be perfectly fine. She stammered and stuttered. But finally, hesitantly, "agreed" to "let" me. Then she said she would also bring more consent forms for me to sign.

My Hubby and I just laughed. It was going to be a good day!

Coming back in, she brought a handful of forms, and explained each one. We were to sign and date them, and then the OB would be coming in. She left again to gather the IV supplies while my Hubby and I carefully read the forms, word for word.

The first "consent" was for the OB to provide "basic" care and "routine procedures"...Oh, and a c/s "if it becomes necessary". To which we said "no". Going down the form, we marked all of the "consents" with a "no" and signed the bottom, as well as wrote, "I do not give 'general consent'". This totally threw the nurse off, and she did not know what to do. She said, "I will insert your IV now", and I said, "I would like a hep-lock instead" very nicely as I smiled at her. Slightly flustered, she agreed and then left the room to re-gather needed supplies.

Her patience was wearing thin, and I could hear her talking about us in the hall with the other nurses. We were going to be trouble.

After she inserted my hep-lock, she started to collect our paperwork. But when she realized that we refused all general consent, she said she would have to find the OB before she did anything. This is where the real fun began.

A very short while later the OB came into the room. Now, having seen this OB my entire pgcy, I was still unsure of how things would go. But it actually went much smoother than I had anticipated. I just told her that I would not give a general consent, but would consent to specific things as we went along. And she, not being a hospital employee, was OK with that.
She asked me what I expected, and what I wanted. We discussed what options I had and what I would allow, and decided that we would draw blood, and then start on a low dose of Pit, expecting an easy accomplishment of our goal, Baby out.

However, the nurse was not as accommodating. She refused to draw the blood or start the Pit before calling the supervisor, since we refused to sign a consent form. So we waited again. And finally the supervisor came.

After spending a little time talking to us, she tried to convince me that signing the general consents would NOT be giving up my rights and such, but finally relented and allowed me to hand write my own, very specific consent form. This was better than I had anticipated. I hand wrote very specific consent forms, stating exactly what I would allow to be done and what I did NOT consent to.

I would consent to a pit induction, I would consent to EXTERNAL monitoring, I would consent to low dose IV fluids, I would consent to blood draws.

I would NOT consent to internal monitoring, I would NOT consent to remaining lying down, I would NOT consent to an epidural, I would NOT consent to a c/s, I would NOT consent to my baby being removed from my room-at all-ever-for any reason. And in the event of my incapacitation, my Hubby had my authority to make the consents for me.

From there it began.

After taking a full hour to "consent" to treatment, my journey began, at 2:15 pm.

Pit was started at "2", to be raised by "2" every half hour, to "6". I began at 3&50%. Contractions started quickly, feeling like mild b/h. By 4pm, the OB came to check me and found only 4&60%. This surprised us both, since I was birthing number 9 and always had short labors. I consented to having her break my water and taking the Pit to "8". The contractions were somewhat intense, but easily manageable.

At this point the OB came in very worried because my labs had come back, and I was in Severe Pre-E with HELLP. Suddenly, my very life was on the line (I had shown no symptoms other than high B/P). And the OB was convinced I was about to seize and die. We needed to get the baby out, NOW, and start me on magnesium sulfate.

However, MS, does not "cure" this, only "possibly" prevents seizures as well as makes you as sick as a dog and lethargic. So, because it did not "cure" my problem and we were in the middle of induction, I told her no, I would not do MS, but we could continue with having the baby (the "cure"). She was not overly pleased, but willing to permit me.

Did I mention that I questioned everything and asked why for every "suggestion" and an explanation for every activity? The nurse was thrown out of whack so many times because she just did not have any answers for some of my questions. (Like, what affect does the Pit have on the baby? Or What liver enzymes are normal and how far off are mine from that normal frame?) They were so used to people obeying that they just did not know what to do with me.

Around 6pm my contractions began to be continuous with no down time (over stimulated uterus) and intense, though I could still walk and talk through them with no problems at all. The OB said to turn the Pit off for a while. However once the Pit was off, my contractions did not stop, but continued to increase (only, at a normal "wave" rate). The Pit, used properly, actually started my own labor. However, I was only 4&75% at this time.

During all this time, I had to have my B/P monitored every half hour. The "contractions" of the B/P cuff hurt worse than any of the uterine contractions I was having. And, to the dismay of my nurse, I continued to take the cuff off all the time, only to return it just before the "scheduled" B/P time. My OB OK’ed this.

My own labor picked up quickly and by 8pm I was breathing through contractions (this is the point where I would find "my spot" and I just knew I was really close) but when the OB checked me I had no change at all. I was shocked. She was shocked. I should have "gone" way before now, and it was already six hours in, and we had not made hardly any progress at all. She asked if she could restart the Pit, to which I told her no. If the contractions were increasing, there was no need to add Pit to increase them.

The contractions continued and I stood to labor; again, against what my nurse "insisted" I do. I relaxed during contractions to allow Baby to descend and the cervix to open. I would squat during contractions (about every 2 minutes still) and felt a bit pushy when I did. But I always messed up the monitors, which sent off the alarm bells, and sent the nurse running. She would re-adjust them and we would continue.

A quarter to 9pm Baby's heart began to decel during contractions (not "dangerously" so IMO). However, they would quickly recover. Contractions began coming 1.5 minutes apart, and became very intense at this time. This is how normal transition contractions were, and I had to concentrate and breathe through each one. The nurse was insisting that I stay lying down on my left side because of Baby's decels. But I told her I would not, because it doubled the pain and intensity and made them unmanageable. This flustered her so much, but she just kept insisting.

I crawled back on the bed for the B/P check just before nine and suddenly realized that I was totally exhausted. So (although I could not lie on my left side, I did stay on the bed from that point). I raised the bed to a high sitting position and lay back between contractions. Shortly after this, I began to rest between them, which saved me, because they became so intense with me sitting/reclining, that they registered about a 9 on a 1-10 pain scale. And at this point, all I could do was to ride them out and breathe through the intensity. However, with them coming every 90 seconds and lasting about 75, I did not have much "rest" time. As they were intensifying, I began to think of getting an epidural. My strength was suddenly gone and I felt like Baby was not going to come out.

The OB came to check in on me about 9:45pm. She checked me and although I was 95%, I was only a 6-7. I was floored. I was tired. I was ready to quit. She insisted that we had to get the baby out and asked if we would consent to a c/s. I said no. So she asked to start the Pit again. I agreed, but only if I got an epidural, because if I could not handle what I had, I just knew I would not be able to handle it with the Pit added on.

This necessitated my Hubby rewriting the consent form to consent to the epidural. The OB sent for the anesthesia person, and walked out the door. The first contraction that I had as she stepped out, I suddenly began to bear down, and the on 1-10 scale, it suddenly became a 12.

The nurse, standing beside the bed, staring at the monitors (of course), asks me if I was bearing down. To which I did not respond, because, duh! I was in the middle of pushing. The contraction ended, and all I could do was to catch my breath. Another contraction came almost immediately and I began to push again. To which the nurse, AGAIN, asked if I was bearing down, and when I did not respond, she instantly called the OB back in the room. By the third contraction, the OB was back in the room and I was pushing again. It hurt, REALLY bad, but I had no choice, though I think the nurse thought I was doing it on purpose.

The OB asked me to consent to a c/s, and even during a contraction, I yelled, "NO!" Baby's heart was deceling, my contractions were suddenly on top of each other, 90 seconds apart, lasting for 90 seconds. Not a breath's break in between. She asks several times if I would consent, I said no, my Hubby said no. I kept on pushing.

In my head, I heard everything that was going on. I knew what was going on. And I knew it was suddenly going to be ok. She suddenly stuck her hand up inside me (I know this had to be done) and said that suddenly (within the five minutes and four contractions since she last checked) I was 8&100%. And Baby was moving down, heart was deceling, and we were going to be birthing baby out whether we liked it or not; NOW!

Suddenly, the room was filled with people, and the OB was screaming for the neonate specialist dr to hurry in, knowing we were going to lose Baby. The head of the bed was dropped flat and raised up so that I felt as if I was standing on my head. My scale of 1-10 pain suddenly became a 20. She said she was going to have to push back the cervix and I would have to push through this. I was continually pushing with contractions, as I had no choice, and I never responded. My legs were shoved into stirrups and I was told to push. I did take a breath to yell out, "Don't cut me!" At the same time Hubby heard a nurse ask the OB about an episiotomy, and was told I did not need one.

I continued to push when I felt the urge, even though they screamed at me to "PUSH!" The OB reached inside and stretched my cervix as I pushed and everyone was screaming for me to push. I pushed with all my might (with the contractions) and breathed when I could, even though they kept saying push. My Hubby was holding one of my legs and a nurse the other and they kept pulling them back (Hubby kept saying, "they are trying to open the pelvis, come on push". He was really a great help, and I focused on his words). Then I felt Baby moving down, and it hurt like no other birth had ever hurt. And Hubby said, "I see a head, he's is almost here!" And I pushed some more. With all my might, I pushed. That "ring of fire" you feel when Baby crowns? Well, I felt that from the very first push on the cervix. And it continued until his head emerged. I felt the pain and registered his ascent (since I was on my head-or so it seemed) and knew moments before his head was out that he was REALLY coming out, NOW! His head was born, and from that moment, PAIN, like I had never felt in my life (or ever hope to feel again) began.

The moment of truth hit. The reason that labor never progressed; the cord had lassoed him in. Literally. (Wrapped around his neck, shoulders, chest, and then feet, keeping him from descending into the birth canal). He could not come farther out.

**From my "point of view", the OB reached in and began jerking and wiggling and pulling his little body out. Then suddenly she uttered the terrifying "shoulders stuck" as she twisted and pulled on him. Pain radiated through me, as I continued to push with all my might. At the same moments my mind was screaming that if only I was squatting, he would not be stuck.

**From my Hubby's POV, the OB reached to pull the baby, but her hands kept slipping, so she did not actually pull. Then he heard "Shoulders stuck" as she reached up and grabbed his head. So he swatted her hands away and told her "Don't pull!" A nurse asked him to back off, and he told her "No!" He said he just knew that if she would just give me one more contraction, I would push him out, and I did. (The doctor did have to loosen, and then cut the cord from the shoulders before his body would slip out, though.) Then the slippery little guy nearly slipped right through her fingers.


Time stood still until suddenly he was ripped from my body and I fell back exhausted, spent, and utterly happy to have to pain gone. And it was gone as suddenly as it had begun.

My Hubby was still holding my leg as I immediately shooed him to be with baby. Just seconds had passed (maybe 3) and I heard Baby "squeak". That was all. He made no other noise, and it's not as though I would have heard him over all the noise in the room. But I heard that "squeak", and I knew he was perfectly fine.

From the moment I was dropped flat on my back, to the moment the pain stopped, was a mere five minutes. But it was the five minute from hell, and more than enough for a lifetime. I suddenly saw pain that I had never seen before, and birth from a view I had never had before. At 9:52pm my son was born; all 9lbs 1oz and 21.25 inches of him.

The nurse was immediately at my side asking me to consent to Pit for third stage management (which I had told her I would not consent to). I told her no. Someone picked up the cord, to which I immediately screamed "DON'T PULL!" And they dropped it and stepped back. Within five minutes, I felt the placenta detach (the nurse was watching the monitor, and likely praying for a contraction so I would not bleed to death as placentas cannot possibly come out on their own) and I said "it's coming". It took her a few seconds to understand and skeptically said to the OB, "the afterbirth". And in a moment's time, I pushed out the placenta and it was over.



The OB's job was done. And she quietly left the hubbub of the room, on shaky legs, I assume, as she was sure one or both of us would not come out alive. I shook her world that night in many ways, and I hope it is good for her. I appreciated her allowing me to manage my own care, and truly do not believe another OB would have allowed me that as easily as she did.


The remainder of the time spent in L&D was just over an hour. During that time, they tried to convince me that Isaiah "HAD" to go to the nursery for observation "because of his rough start". But I figured, if he was on my chest looking around and happy, minutes after his birth, his start was not TOO rough. I told them no.
BTW, though there were decels his heart rate dropped below 70 only one time and was usually in the upper 80 to low 90 during decels, so I did not find it that “urgent” to warrant a c/s, though I totally understood where the OB was coming from.

They had to continually ask me every detail about what I would consent for them to do (which was not much!) and finally left him in my care. The nurse that I had had the entire night gratefully saw the end of her shift and actually passed off my care to the next nurse to transfer us to maternity. She was nice, but utterly flustered as we would not comply with most any of her routines and policies or procedures.

Since the birth was a bit more traumatic than I had anticipated, I consented, on the advice of my Hubby, to stay the night, but refused all meds they offered, which they just could not understand. I felt GREAT! Sore, sure, but not in "pain". I have the tiniest of scratches from the birth, and only know that because of the slight sting, though it cannot be seen.

Much to the dismay of the nursery staff and maternity ward, we walked out of there at noon on Tuesday, NOT AMA either. The OB actually signed me out, though she did note that it was not what she advised.

Thus is the saga of my 23 hours of hospitalization. A time in my life I will never forget.


I have no regrets. I know now that the reason my labor kept stalling before was because Baby could NOT come out on his own. He needed the help. The hospital was there for what it needed to be there for. And I am grateful. Things worked out exactly as they HAD to work out. Though I could have done without the last hour of labor, and would settle for avoiding the last ten minutes. But I kept my head, my husband was my champion, and we all three walked out of the hospital in one piece, and in good spirits.
post #34 of 41
Birth details:

DD born July 20, 1:15am
41 weeks gestation
10lbs, 1oz
21 inches long
15 1/8 head circumference
25 hours labor
Homebirth
Shoulder dystocia
No stitches

Short Birth Story on personal website

Long, Detailed Birth Story in the birth story forum

Baby Picture on flickr.com
post #35 of 41
Our birth story…:::

I write our birth story, because it is both Wesley’s and mine. He made this journey just as much as I did. Preparing for a natural childbirth started at about 30 weeks for me. For me it is a time that my body allows a new body to enter into this world. My belly had been cooking this baby for months and on Tuesday July 15th my body started making preparations for the babies exit and entrance. I love the beach, as does Huntington and I knew that I had one more beach day in me before I was going to have the baby. On Tuesday Huntington and I met my sister and her 3 girls for breakfast. I started having some odd sensations while at breakfast. Not thinking twice about them we finished breakfast and headed for the beach. Hunny and I met Lisa Berry and Johnny for a couple of hours of surf and sand. It was while driving home from the beach I realized that these odd feelings that I was having were very timely, 10 minutes apart. I got home, jumped into the spa and called Kurt to say I might be in labor, but wasn’t sure if it was the real thing or just some false labor. After 30 minutes he decided to start the trek home, 1 hour of terrible commute. He got home, we visited, got excited, I laid down and knew I had to lay down and try to fall asleep if I was going to make it through this. As I drifted to sleep I could feel my body slowing the contractions. When I woke up I knew my body had stalled labor for yet another day.
That night we went for Chinese, a staple in this baby of mine’s diet and I got to sleep by 9:30pm, I was super tired.
At 4am my body woke up with bloody show and I knew today way the day that I was going to meet my baby boy on the outside. I lay in bed and did a mental checklist of things that had to get done. I woke Kurt up at 5:45am keeping him home from work and letting him know I was having real contractions this time. We went about our morning as normal as we could. I was preparing for a long day of labor, with Huntington I had 27 hours of labor. We went to the mall to get some walking in, we got there around 11am. Contractions were 5 minutes apart lasting 1 minute. I called the midwife at noon to let her know how I was. She said to call her back after I got Huntington out of the house (he went to my sisters for his comfort and mine). I called Christine to be on stand by for later that day/night and baby was coming.
Contractions became more and more intense while at the mall. We had a little lunch and headed home. We put Huntington down for a nap and got ready for labor and our impending birth. My mom came home at 3 and left at 3:45. Meanwhile I started paging Margo Kennedy (my midwife), but her pager was out of service. Yes, contractions were now 3-4 minutes apart and she was not getting my calls. I tried her cell and she didn’t answer that either. Kurt called her home office one more time and alas, he reached her. Until this time I am panicking that I am going to have an unplanned unassisted birth, it turns out her pager service is changing companies and was unavailable for a few hours, just my luck. I think Margo got here around 4pm, at this point I was walking circles during contractions and cleaning during down times.
When she came in, she set up shop in my parent’s room, close to the kiddie pool and where I assumed I would give birth. She checks the vitals during a contraction and baby is doing good- I am happy. Her apprentice, Sherry gets here and checks my vitals; I am doing good as well. Margo gives me a vaginal exam and she says I am at 6cm-8cm. My humor is good and I can’t believe I am that far along. I keep asking her if she is kidding. She says ‘always believe my vaginal exams’. Kurt and I find this statement to be the funniest thing we have heard. Kurt and I danced, he held me as I swayed back and forth. My love for him is like no other, he is my foundation and he proved it again and more so on this day than previous days of our marriage. He is who I want to go through hard times with.
Labor is uncomfortable but I remember it being much more painful the first time. At this point I realize I want to make each contraction count. I keep myself moving and work with the contractions. I let my body do its thing. Christine arrives at some point, toting beautiful flowers for me as well as gifts for both Huntington and new baby. Christine and Kurt start filling the kiddie pool so I can get it. They were killing me, I remember telling Margo to make them stop trying to turn the pool. One of those things that is funny after the moment passes, not during. I went between the ball and standing. I really wanted a productive labor. I started to feel myself go into transition. I got really shaky and wanted to vomit. My contractions were not nearly as long as textbook says they should be. It was on odd labor in my opinion. I never got a real rhythm so to speak. If I were to say my rhythm was to question where my body was at and what I could do to help work with my body. Margo and Sherry frantically were setting for birth. Thankfully I bought and extra tarp that they laid down on the ground along with Chux pads.
The moment of truth came; it was time to push this baby out. I was scared to push. With Huntington I pushed for 2 ½ hours. I did not want to last that long again. I pushed once and it felt like I remembered, my body just took over my mind had no control. My noises became low and loud. I vocalized into my deepest parts of me. I am sure I scared the crap pout of Christine, I didn’t care, I knew this is what my body was made for, what I was capable of doing. I was standing in front of my fathers’ bedside, pushing with all my might. I peed on his floor (sorry dad- and mom). My contraction stopped, I went to the bathroom- in the toilet this time and think I pushed on the toilet this time. Margo was thankful to get me up. I went back to my parent’s room and ended up kneeling on my knees with my head up against the bed, pushing again. This time I felt the baby moving down, I got part of his head out and the contraction stopped. Margo told me to push more, I couldn’t I didn’t have it in me. Another contraction rolled around and out he came. In my position he was laid on the floor behind me, he cried that sweet cry. Kurt and I hugged and kissed and were so grateful for our little baby. Kurt held him while I stood up and made it to the bed, all the while with cord attached. It was funny, it was romantic and it was alive. Afterbirth came and went, I can’t thank the midwife team more. Having a homebirth was everything that I wanted, even when I didn’t know what I wanted. I loved being at home, giving the freedom to walk around, change my clothes, and eat my food. Drink my Perrier, my Gatorade and have my dogs there. I got 3 stitches on my bed, my feet propped up by the kitchen chairs. Birthing is so natural and so normal and a woman’s body can do it. I am not super woman nor especially brave. I just wanted to welcome our child into the world without drugs or unnecessary medical interventions. Wesley Vedder Edelhauser was 9lbs. 12oz. 22 ¾” long (after a big poop).
post #36 of 41

Liam's birth

He was born July 30 weighing 7 lb 6oz and was 20 1/2 inches long. I of course think he is the sweetest thing since strawberry jam.

I had been having ctx that were 7 min apart all day tuesday and at about 6pm the suddenly went to 2 min apart. This is exactly what happened when ds1 was born so I called the midwife. She came over and things kept up like that until 2 am. I lay down next to dh and tried to rest and ended up falling asleep. When I woke in the morning ctx were again 7 min apart and less intense.

In the meantime my midwife had another mom go into labor. Due to a little bit of fear on my part of having a uc we sat down to discuss our options. I am not afraid of ucing personally but it was a first homebirth for my dh and he has a tendency to pass out when people he loves are bleeding or in pain. I knew I wanted to make this birth okay for him (he had never seen a birth but had an ex who died after giving birth to a child of his-they were young and the child was put up for adoption- years ago and he has never quite recovered). So it was very important to all of us that this go smoothly for dh.
The midwife was concerned that because this birth was following the pattern of my last one and I was already at about 4cm. And she said my bag of waters had a tear in one layer but not the second and she suspected it would break at any second. When my water broke she said the head was in such a position that things would probably be like my first birth and move really quickly. AND, she needed to leave if things weren't speeding up in the next couple hours.

I considered the possibility of a uc with dh passed out, ds1 freaked out, and me in labor. The me part and the baby part I could handle. The rest of it, not so much.

She ran through the list of options. I was uncomfortable with what I had read about using the cohoshes to jumpstart things.
I opted to rub a little pitocin on nostrils and just see if that gave things a kickstart. She let me know that the pitocin that she uses was 10x less strong than the stuff they give women in the hospital. So, she put some on a q-tip and I rubbed it on the inside of my nostrils.

Things got a little more intense over the course of the next hour but not unbearably so. When they began to speed up we stopped the pit to see if my body would continue to move on its own. The contractions were still 7 min apart but stronger. My son woke up around 8 and came in and sat on the bed with me. I rubbed his toes and he stroked my hair during contractions. The ctx were totally bearable but having him close was very special. And he felt grown up helping.

Then at 8:30 they started coming 2 min apart. Within 5 or ten min they were right on top of each other just like my other birth. DH woke up. I went into the shower so he wouldn't see me going through transition and because I really wanted a little more distraction at that point. The water felt good. I breathed and swayed through 3 or 4 really strong ones, toweled off, went out in the playroom, had one ctx on dh, 1 leaning over the banister on my way back into the bathroom, and one as I sat on the toilet. I felt a pop and lots of pressure, said something like "Oop, there it goes."

Dh and the midwife helped me get back into the bedroom, she tried to get the heartbeat and was having a hard time finding it. She had me get on hands and knees and said "Oh, your crowning, the head is right there." Deja vu for me. I knew I was about 2 seconds away from having this little person. The pushing was a lot easier this time than with ds1. He slid out in just 2 pushes. He was born at 9:06 am.

DH stayed conscious through the whole process (well once he woke up lol). Though I am usually a low intervention person I was glad I gave things a little push this time. Next time I would opt not to and just chance a uc but doing what we did made this a kind of healing experience for dh I think. And it wasn't so much intervention that my labor pattern differed at all from my first birth. When I had ds1 the midwife lived within a 1 minute walk from my apartment. This time she was a 40 minute drive and had she left to attend the other mom she definitely would not have made it, assuming that my body would have followed a similar pattern anyway, it just would have been a little later that my water broke.

I am amazed at how greatI feel. I have to say, on the placenta front- placenta is yummy mixed in a smoothie with frozen strawberries, crushed pineapple, and coconut milk. Pina colada placenta... And, it seems to reduce afterpains a bit for me. I find after I have a smoothie I don't feel them as much for several hours.

I am also really pleased that I didn't tear. All in all, despite just a bit of guilt over using the pit, I had a wonderful birth. My mother in law pulled me aside and said that when she walked in (15 min after the baby was born, she could see that DH had such a triumphant look on his face and was more pleased than she had ever seen him.

Little Liam is so sweet, he looks a lot like ds1. He is a champion nurser and has been doing all those things babies do their first day of life in good form. Sleep eat, pee, sleep eat, sleep eat, look around at the world, sleep eat poop...etc.
post #37 of 41

Birth of Giuliano Silvestro

Giuliano Silvestro
July 23, 2008
5:35 am
6 lbs. 8 oz.
19.25 inches long
Waterbith after induction with Pitocin
40 weeks 5 days


I went to the hospital on July 22nd at 8am for an ultrasound. On the way to the hospital, I started having mild regular contractions. We had the ultrasound and they said there was hardly any amniotic fluid left, because he was past his due date. The midwife, Patty, came and checked me at the hospital. She said that I was in prodromal labor and dilated 1 cm. She said that I had to get induced because the amniotic fluid was way too low and the prodromal labor could go on for days. So I started the Pitocin IV around 2 pm. I was very sad about this because I didn't know if I'd be able to labor naturally after having the Pitocin. It brought on contractions HARD and FAST. I labored on the birth ball like this for about 9 hours and got to 4 cm. Patty then took me off the Pitocin and said that I could try to see if the contractions would continue on their own and luckily they did. I walked around for about 30 minutes while the birth pool was getting set up. I got in the birth pool at around midnight. By that time, I was so exhausted and asked for an epidural. DH and Patty assured me that I could do it naturally but I was ready to give up. I begged for the epidural so they put in the IV fluids in preparation. It took a couple of hours for the fluids to get in me and by that time I had dilated to 8 cm. I was so excited that I had gotten to 8 cm and knew I could do the rest naturally. They broke my water and I went back into the birth pool. It was like being in a warm bath-very relaxing. At 4 am is when I started pushing. At 5:35 AM Giuliano was born in the water! I am so happy that I was able to do it naturally. It was such an empowering experience. DH was the most amazing birth coach. I couldn't have done it without him!

And now for pictures!

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post #38 of 41

Odette Sheila

Odette Sheila
07/28/08
7 lbs. 6 oz.
20 inches

This was my first birth. Labor started at 40 weeks 3 days at about 3 a.m. I remember worrying throughout late pregnancy that I wouldn’t recognize labor contractions, but they were unmistakable. They started slowly, at about 10 minutes apart, so I had ample time to think about how I wanted to deal with them. I figured wave imagery was best and visualized the ocean in northern California, where I grew up. This helped me all the way through transition, since the coast there can produce both mild and very violent, unpredictable waves.
At about 7 I woke my husband up to tell him I was really in labor. I half expected the contractions to slow down or even stop, as they had for other people, but they never did. For a long while I lay on my side and they quickly progressed from every 10 minutes to every 6 to 7 minutes. I worried that my water would break, because I was GBS+ and knew that would mean an immediate transfer to the hospital, and we didn’t want to go there until I was in transition or ready to push. But the water didn’t break and in the mid-morning I began to sit on the bed between contractions and adopt a hands-and-knees position when I felt a contraction coming on. DH kept Wolf busy until a friend picked him up at around 11, then he sat with me for the duration, timing contractions and helping me through them. The more upright position sped up the intervals to every 4 minutes, sometimes 5, with the occasional 2- or 6-minute thrown in. The contractions required all my attention, but thinking of them as waves and breathing very deeply through them made them very manageable and not what I would call painful, just very intense. They would peak quickly and fade slowly. I suppose the endorphins made me feel somewhat in another world as well, like a nice high.
When the contractions were mostly 4 minutes apart for an hour we called our doula and she checked us out and said she thought, as DH did, that the intervals would quicken toward sunset, and so we decided to stay home. Then, near sunset (about 7:30) they did just that and finally at 8 I decided it was time to go. As I stood at the door preparing to get into the car my water broke. It was like a sign that we’d made the right decision.
Once at the hospital I was gently but quickly put in a delivery room, the antibiotics were started, and I was checked. I was at 8 centimeters. I lay on the bed on my side and worked through transition with the help of DH and our doula; I recognized transition only because the contractions were virtually continuous and much stronger. The nurse had not finished her admission questions (which DH answered) when I felt Odette moving down and pushing contractions starting – I could not keep from pushing. I sat up with my legs elevated (the classic Bradley pose) and tried to work on pushing Odette out. Pushing was such a strange sensation, very different from my other contractions, so that sometimes it was hard to tell when I should push. Odette moved very quickly to the vaginal opening and then I had a hard time pushing her head out. Once it did come out the rest of her followed in a rush. There was some meconium so they had to cut the cord sooner than I wanted and suction her before they could put her on my belly. The placenta came out beforehand and so I was able to see the midwife examine it, and saw the hole in the amniotic sac Odette’s head made. The umbilical cord was long and looked almost sculptural. Then Odette came to me and began suckling immediately. She was alert and just so beautiful.
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baby Romneya Martin Grey O'Melay, born 7/29
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