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Hey everyone, these women planning their vbacs need to read some positive vbac success stories. I know firsthand how you get bogged down by all the negativity surrounding vbac these days, and how important it was to me to read positive natural birth stories, vbac stories in particular. I truly believe that it was my determination and positive thinking that directly led to my ideal vbac becoming a reality.

Yeah, sure, it's been done before, and I could just search this forum or the birth stories forum, but let's try to get it all together in this one thread, so it's easier for someone to find!


Here's mine
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Thank you for starting this thread! Can't wait to hear the stuff that will be uplifting!
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Yes, bring them on. I am 4o weeks 2 days here waiting for my little one! I could use some positive energy and great VBAC stories!

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Great thread idea Stacy!

I won't repost the whole story, but here is the link to the story of my 2nd VBAC and 1st home waterbirth: http://www.mothering.com/discussions...d.php?t=211315
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If you click Niamh's name in my sig line and go to my journal (first entry) you can read my entirely too long birth story

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Here's mine as it was written 3 days after my VBAC baby was born (he turned 2 yesterday : )

Noah M has made his arrival!

He was born on Monday, August 18 at 4:45 AM by an unmedicated, doula-assisted, hospital VBAC after only 7 hours of labor, much of which was spent at home. I did it!! He weighed 7lbs, 9 oz. He had some breathing problems when he was born due to what we now know is a congenital heart defect. He was stabilized here and had to be taken to Anchorage by plane and is still in the NICU, but doing well and was quickly weaned off the oxygen tent to room air. I was able to fly up with him and stayed the night Monday night in Anchorage and came home Tuesday afternoon.

The VBAC birth was more important than I ever even thought it would be, here’s the whole story:

Sunday I had been having irregular contractions on and off all day, really, I thought they were more like gas pains, totally different from any contractions I had felt when I was in labor with Daniel. We had been pretty busy Sunday getting stuff finalized for the baby (and actually Dan was really the one pushing to get stuff done, so I guess he has the better “nesting” instinct than I do) so I didn’t notice a lot of the early contractions. Finally, about 10:00 that night I had finally gotten Daniel down for bed and started noticing that the pains I was having were coming at regular intervals and getting kinda uncomfy, so I started timing them and sure enough, they were 5-6 minutes apart lasting about 60 sec. I decided to call one of my doulas and give her the heads up, just in case, but told her I had been pretty busy all day so I was going to lay down and see what they did. Well, I ended up calling her back pretty quick because laying down didn’t help at all and they were getting more intense so I finally figured it was the real thing.

So the Doulas arrived and I was using the birth ball when they got there, but that was starting to not help anymore and the contractions were getting really uncomfy at that point, but weren’t really getting any closer together or longer so they suggested I get in the tub and that’s what I did and it was wonderful, it helped soo much! We spent quite a while in there and chatted in between the contractions and they helped me to breathe through them. Finally the contractions started coming really close and even the tub wasn’t helping anymore and I felt nauseated, so they suggested that I was nearing transition and I agreed and decided it was time to get to the hospital. I didn’t rush getting dressed, I had to vomit some and then we were on our way. One of the Doulas stayed with Daniel, because My mom was originally supposed to be here to watch him, but could not come and I hadn’t had a chance to arrange for another babysitter (I was only 38 weeks, I thought I had a little more time) so I was eternally grateful that she was willing to stay, I feel really bad that she didn’t get to be there for the birth and her partner did.

We arrived at the hospital and I had my admission papers filled out but hadn’t given them back so I just had brought them with me and the stupid admissions clerk was asking me the questions instead of just looking at the paper and my husband and doula both had to tell her to just read the paper, it had all the info. So she sent me off to OB with the doula and Dan stayed and made sure I was properly admitted. I got to the room and the nurses decided I could skip triage, lol, and go straight to a room. So she said I needed a monitor strip at that point and wanted to check me. I had decided I would let the nurse check the initial check, but then after that it had to be the OB or Midwife (whichever one I ended up with). I was 5-6 cm, very stretchy (thanks to the EPO) and the baby was having decals with the contractions but was coming right back up, and she was kinda freaked about that, no one else was, not even Dan, we all knew that was perfectly normal. I guess what freaked her was that she couldn’t get the contraction monitor to work and so she didn’t know for “sure” when my contractions were starting and ending (I guess my grunting and moaning and breathing through them was not enough of an indication) so she started asking me questions about my medical history and the inevitable questions about my last labor came up and when she found out I was a VBAC, she went from freaked to all out panicking (had I not been in pain, I probably would have been laughing at her, I knew It would happen) so she decides to call my OB right away (I think that’s how I ended up with him instead of the CNM, she was supposed to be the one to deliver the baby, but I guess it worked out for the best to have him there anyway). Dan said he overheard her and one of the other nurses out in the hall discussing whether they should also call the on-call surgeon “just in case.”

Well, the OB got there pretty quickly and she was whining to him about the contraction monitor and he just told her “well, it’s pretty obvious when she’s having contractions” and that shut her up by the time I was trying to stay comfortable, tried the ball again, and that wasn’t helping anymore and they couldn’t get a good reading on the external monitor with that position, so he checked me I was at a 7-8 and he wanted to break my water and put an internal monitor on the baby, at first I was hesitant, but he said that I was past the point of no return anyway and I really liked the idea of being able to move around a little better without the straps so I agreed. He tried to break it, but apparently I had SROM’ed sometime while I was in the bathtub because there was nothing to break. So the monitor went in, baby’s heart was still consistent and he just told me to do whatever was comfortable. Contractions were coming pretty much on top of each other at this point, I had been on my left side I was checked again and had only a lip on the right so I tried laying on my right, but it was too painful and I decided I’d get gravity to help me out so I asked if the bed had a squat bar. And the one nurse didn’t even know if they had one, but the other one seemed to remember they had one in a closet somewhere and that it did attach to the bed, so they got it out and set it up and I was already feeling pushy after a couple contractions on the squat bar. The doula could tell I was pushy and so I stayed on the squat bar for a while until the pressure was too much anymore and I knew the baby’s head was right there. The doc just told me to push however I was comfortable and so I was pretty much sitting up more on my left side with my right leg up in the air and pushed that way. The told me to touch my baby’s head when he was crowning and with the next push his head was out and the doc started suctioning him and with the next urge to push, he was out. I was still sitting up and could see he was distressed, they tried to suction him at the end of the bed because the doc knew I wanted to try to wait to cut the cord, but I could see they needed to take him to the warmer so they cut his cord and took him over. He didn’t cry for the longest time but somehow I knew he’d be ok. Dan was really nervous though.

They finally got him stabilized and moved him to the nursery so I delivered the placenta and got stitched up (had a 2nd degree tear) and waited for news on the baby. As soon as I was stitched up, I asked for a wheelchair so I could go to the nursery to see him.

The FP I had picked out was there now and decided that, even though he was stabilized, his breathing was really labored, his lungs had been very wet (and I can only imagine how the situation might have been worse, had I had a scheduled section or drugs during labor) that he needed to be transferred to the hospital in Anchorage with the NICU. The FP also saw that he had several physical traits of Down’s Syndrome, so that was a probability, but really not the immediate concern.

So the medivac team was called and they told us that one parent was usually allowed to go with the baby. My OB allowed me to be discharged from the hospital so I could go and Dan was going to go back home with Daniel.

So the medivac team came and got Noah further stabilized and into the portable isolette and we were taken by ambulance to the airport, flew to Anchorage and got on to another ambulance there to go to the hospital.

They got Noah off to the NICU immediately and wheeled me to sign his admission papers but I got back to the NICU to be with him pretty soon and stayed there with him till I was just exhausted and was taken to check myself in.

I was taken to OB triage and they really weren’t sure where to put me at first, but finally figured that I should go to the postpartum unit (the NICU is right down the hall, so that was good) so I finally got settled in, had lunch, and slept for a while. When I went back to the NICU, Noah was already off the oxygen tent.

So, The birth part was absolutely wonderful! My doulas were awesome and had I not had them, I probably would have caved and gotten meds, which potentially could have caused more problems for Noah. The OB pretty much sat back and let me do my thing, which I was grateful. But I really see that God’s hand was on this whole thing. If I had ended up with another section, I would have never been able to go up to Anchorage with my baby and still probably wouldn’t have held him. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be having a homebirth this time, but with his problems, it was better that I was at a hospital. And I think if the doctors had known about any of his problems before birth, I would have been pushed into a repeat section and I know that wouldn’t have changed his outcome (except maybe for the worse) It certainly wouldn’t have changed anything for me though.


..... and just to add now: He does have Down Syndrome and had to have his first heart operation to increase blood flow to his lungs at 3 months old and will probably be having his final repair sometime in the next couple of years

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At 40 weeks and 5 days I was starting to get nervous because my mom was
supposed to go out of town the next week and I needed her to be around
to help out after the birth. So at the midwife appointment, later that day, I asked her to check me and to stimulate things while she was there. I dont know how much she did because I didnt feel much. She said the baby was right there on my cervix with no forebag and I was 2 cm but stretched to 4 easily. I told her my concerns and she said I could try blue cohosh starting on Saturday morning if I wanted. She also gave me a few homeopathic remedies and I read up on them and picked one I thought fit me. I had just been feeling awful and the rememdy raised my spirits. I was having contractions by the time I got home but nothing regular so I thought I might try a couple of doses of the blue cohosh. I took it for a couple hours. I had some regular contractions but they stopped after I quit taking the tincture so I went to bed. The next morning I took just a little and decided that I wasnt going to do it. I was only a week late and my mom said she had decided not to go out of town anyway. We decided to go walk at the mall and have lunch. Later that day I had some good contractions but I didnt think anything of it because i had been having contractions for weeks now.


That night we let our son spend the night with my parents and we
went home and I had a drink to relax and I wanted to get a good nights
sleep. But I had to get up every 2 hours to go to the bathroom. At 9
we decided to get ready to go see our son and take some clothes to him
so he could go to church with my parents. We left our home at 10 am
and I had my first labor contraction. It felt like the ones the night
before so once again I didnt think anything of it. On the way there I
mentioned to my husband, Logan, that I thought my labor would hit
intensly since her head was resting against my cervix. I kept having
contractions but wasnt checking to see how far apart they were. I finally realized this was true labor when I was fixing myself a sandwich and had to stop 3 times and lean over the counter to deal with contractions. We decided to time a few and they were 3 mins apart and 30-45 seconds long. It was 10:45 at this point. By 11:30 we were on our way home and I called the midwife,Beth, to give her a heads up.She said that it would be time for her to come when they were longer and stronger or when I felt like I needed her. She also told me the contractions might space out as they got more intense.


At home I picked up a little and we started to set up the kiddie
birth pool. I sent Logan off to the store to pick up a few things before it got so intense that I needed him there. I did a few loads of laundry and continued to move around stopping every little bit to deal with a contraction. They had spaced out just a little but I am not sure how far. When logan got back we started filling the tub. At about 1:30 Beth called to see how things were going. and to see if we needed her yet. I said it was going fine I didnt
need her to leave yet. She asked if I had checked my cervix since I had been doing that all along. I said I started to but didn't because I had a contraction. We had talked about how encouraging that had been to me these last few weeks so if I felt like it to go ahead and check. I checked myself and I elt a small bulge of water and then the overlapping bones of the baby's head. I decided it felt like 5-6 cms to me so I called and told her. She said she would head out in about an hour. I got in the tub to check the depth and temp but decided I wasnt ready to sit yet. So i wandered around and called my mom to let her know she might want to get here soon. About 20 minutes later I got in the tub to stay. During the contractions I had to be leaned forward. So I would lay my head on the side and be on hands and knees during and then sit back after that. My mom got there at about 3 and I
got out of the tub for a few minutes to go to the bathroom and see what all she had brought with her. She stopped by the store and got snacks and food in case anyone was hungry. I got back in the pool and we chatted for a while
until I felt sick and the contractions suddenly got closer together and very intense. Beth arrived at 4:30. She quietly got a few things together and told me how well I was handling things. She asked me if I wanted her to check me,
but she thought things were progressing fine. I said I wanted to know. So she checked at 5 and i was 7 cm. Things really picked up from there and I felt the need to moan loud. It was the only way I could deal with the intensity of the contractions. This was when I needed Logan to push on my back alot.


At about 6:15 I felt like pushing at the peak of the contractions and it came across in my moans. The midwife asked if I felt like pushing and I said a little. At 6:30 something changed and I was really pushing for the whole contraction. She asked to check things and I said that was fine. She said you're 10 keep doing what feels good. So I started really putting some effort behind it. And tried all different kinds of positions in the water but ended up on my knees holding my husbands hands while the midwife rubbed this awesome smelling oil on my back. At 7:25 I broke my water to see if that would help the baby decend. Sometime near 7:40 she suggested moving to the toilet to see if it would help. I was fine with that so we went in the
bathroom and did that for a few contractions and then the birth stool
for a few. Then I said I wanted to lay down. I did that for 20 mins and dozed between contractions and had some juice and about 8:10 I was ready to try and have this baby. I kneeled on the floor next to the bed and tried to squat but that didnt work for me and so I got back on the birth stool. I pushed hard and long and all the sudden I felt the baby move down and I felt myself tear on the inside. I asked if I was tearing and she said the head isnt down
all the way yet. You may have torn on the inside. She said try not to push because the head had come down now and I could feel burning in the front and the next thing I know they are saying the head is out. And telling me how much she looked like her brother. I felt her turn and slide all the way out. I heard a few little cries and the midwife wrapped her up and put her up between my legs. My mom asked "what is it?" Logan said that he wanted me to look. It was a girl just like we thought. Our little Claire. Just what we wanted. About that time the midwife said that I needed to move to the bed because I was bleeding quite a bit. So I moved to the bed and Logan said I should try to get Claire to nurse. She wasn't interested. Once the placenta came out the bleeding slowed alot. Beth and my mom picked up the chux pads and left the room to let us bond a little. And they ran a celebration bath for Claire and I with herbs and flowers in it. Then we went back to bed and we both ate.


Claire was 7 lbs 15oz and 20.5 inches long. She was born at 9:04 pm. I had a tear on my labia on the inside and it was folded down weird so I wanted it stitched. I think there are three stitches there. Being at home and birthing my baby, my way was such an awesome experience. I feel so much better physically and emotionally than after my c/s. It was such a powerful experience for me.
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What fabulous stories!!! Keep 'em coming!
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Thank you for starting this thread! Reading these beautiful stories is exactly what I need as we plan for our VBAC, once I'm pregnant, that is!
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I LOVE reading these stories! I'm not pregnant with #2 yet, but your stories are so beautiful and inspiring.

elvispuppy: My niece (4 years old) has Down Syndrome. She also had to go to the NICU b/c of breathing trouble and was later discovered to have heart problems (VSD). Luckily, she didn't have to go to a different hospital. She will eventually need surgery to repair her heart, but for now she's doing great and is the most incredible, funny little girl. I'm glad to hear Noah is doing well.
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This is not a proper "birth story", but I just wanted to share that my second baby was born by completely unnecessary C-Section in June 2000. I worked through alot of anger and sadness and guilt, and we sought a homebirth midwife for baby #3!

My water broke on the baby's due date, but no labor-- so after 2 days of off and on leaking, we all decided (me DH and MW) to do a little herbal induction with some Cohoshes. My labor started the next morning around 4 am with some strong crampy back pains, and progressed pretty straighforwardly from there........by 9 am I was in the shower....10 am in the kiddie pool........hated it......took more showers and crawled around on hands and knees with DH following me around rubbing my back really hard, which is all I wanted.....got back in the kiddie pool ..... MW heard that I was pushing during the peak of contractions..........ended up on the front room floor on hands and knees, SLOWLY the giant baby came out, she had to help a little since he had 2x cord, one arm up, one behind his back, but out he came, all ELEVEN pounds of him!!! I had a small tear that healed fine with some herb baths and rested for a week (DH had to go back to wrk after a week and my family sucks so no one came to help )

BUT, yes, I had a homebirth VBAC of a large baby, and am pregnant again with #4! Hoping the baby is a tad smaller : but I know I can do it and feel very excited and peaceful. I hardly ever think about myself in terms of the c-section anymore, it was lame and sucked and propelled me into a new phase of my life i.e. taking responsibilty for things and raising my family according to my heart and not "expets", natural living, etc etc.......I dont know if I am "grateful" that I had it, but I have turned it into something positive for me, for sure. Someday when i am not buried under a pile of little children, i plan to do some advocacy stuff/website/writing/helping other women in some manner!

Thanks for reading, good luck to the VBAC Mamas, and one little word of "advice": you are a pregnant woman, a mother, a human not a "VBAC Candidate". The doctors arent going to "let you try", you are going to give birth to your baby!
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This thread is a gem. I am going to sticky it
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Very long...but I am long-winded and detailed! It's my greatest day!

This is the birth story of my second daughter, Eliza Noelle ****. Eliza was born, via VBAC, on her due date of Christmas Eve (that’s 12/24) 2003. Her birth proves to be the greatest and most empowering day of my life.

Having suffered depression/shock over my first daughter’s birth (via cesarean) I was determined not to have a repeat c/section this time. After becoming pregnant in April of 2003, I was excited to know I would soon not only have another child to love, but would also get to try a vaginal delivery again.

I had a great pregnancy. Everything went extremely well. I felt fantastic. I had done my research on VBAC and knew it was the right decision for me. I had found a wonderful, caring midwife who supported and encouraged my VBAC decision. I had read a lot about childbirth and did everything I could to increase my chances for VBAC success! Now, to just wait for baby…

I started having contractions at 1:45am on December 23rd. My husband and I waited until 5:00am to start calling people announcing this would be “the day” we would welcome our new son/daughter to this world! My midwife (Dana) had told me not to call her or consider going to the hospital until I had 3 “killer” contractions in 10 minutes. To this, my contractions started at 15 minutes, then 10, then 8, then 6….then they would go back up to 15! At noon that day, I coincidentally had a routine appt w/ Dana, so I called her to tell her she may want to cancel her other appts b/c I was going to have a baby! She directed me to come on to my appt, when she would check me (I hadn’t been checked at all, this entire pgcy), and we would make a plan. Our bags were packed and in the van, my daughter was delivered to Grandma’s, so my husband and I went to our appt at noon. I got checked and the report was: 3cm! After 11 hrs, STILL a 3cm!? Dana sent me back home and said to wait until I had 3 contractions in 10 minutes. Day faded into night and my contractions continued to be all over the board. I would have 3 in 10 minutes, but then they would all back off again. At 9:00pm, I took a bath and contractions stopped altogether. (I know now that I should have rested!!) We sadly called people back to report there would be no baby today! At midnight (it’s now Christmas Eve, my official due date) contractions kicked back in again. This time seeming a little more intense, but still not regular. The contractions continued on throughout the wee hours of Christmas Eve, 5 min, 3min, 2min…then 15. Sometimes in thru there, I would get one on top of another, with no rest in between. They were hurting more, but I thought it was because many didn’t have a complete end, only got less intense, before another one kicked in. By the time the sun came up on another day of labor, I was tired, frustrated and discouraged. Dana, who had checked in throughout the evening, called again at 8am. By this time, I was an emotional disaster and Dana seemed frustrated with me. I told Dana I needed one of three things: 1) The pain to go away 2) Regular contractions or 3) A baby! None seemed to be happening too quickly! Dana said she would “think of a plan” and call me back. When she called back, around 9:30a, my husband talked to her and I was having more and harder contractions…tho some would still be 5-6 min apart. Dana said she would make a (rare) housecall. While waiting for her to arrive, I went into the bathroom and noticed my plug had (finally) passed. She arrived at my house around 10. I was having some big contractions by then. She checked me right on our couch…the verdict, much to everyone’s surprise, was 7-8cm!! She said it was time to go to the hospital. Dave (my husband) and I went upstairs to change clothes and make a few quick phone calls (one to my parents’ cell phone, who were en route. They live three hours away!) Dana came upstairs and said no more calling, it was time to go…NOW! She had called the hospital and told them I was in transition and arriving soon, but to get the tub going! (The tub was a request of mine.) Dana got Dave and I placed in the van (by this time I was in some MAJOR pain), told Dave to “disregard anything I said b/c it wasn’t going to be nice” and she would follow us to the hospital (about 15 min on a non-labor day!) I only remember a few things about the ride…the whole trip (I think Dave did it in 10 minutes) seemed like one big, strong, painful contraction. The weather was a beautiful , sunny, warmish winter day. Dave had the emergency flashers on and I thought it was our turning signal. Dave stopped just long enough for me to (literally) roll out in front of the birthing unit at the hospital, he then proceeded to park the van. Just as he was dumping me out, I had a KILLER contraction on the sidewalk and just keeled over on a parking barrier. Fortunately, a (non labor) nurse who was on her break came over, scooped me into a wheelchair and pushed me into the elevator lobby. I can remember her saying to BREATH and it was gonna be OK. (I think she may have asked what I was at – centimeter wise, but I really don’t remember…I don’t even remember what she looked like)! While we were waiting for the elevator, both Dave and Dana caught up with us. I can remember the elevator had to go down before it came up…how awful to see those doors open and close and know I couldn’t go UP!!! Ahh, it was 11am, and we were THERE! Instead of getting asked all the questions a laborious woman usually gets asked, I got the express plan of two questions: 1) Do you have any allergies and 2) Who’s the pediatrician?! Whooosh…into my room I went. The nurses were still trying to make the bed and clean the room, so they told us to wait. I yelled, “I DON’T CARE if the sheets were clean!!!” The nurses and Dana hooked me up to a few things…I am not sure what. My big concern was to NOT get an IV-drip or continuous fetal monitoring. (Because I wanted to be able to MOVE AROUND, which helps all labors.) However, by the time I reached the hospital, deep in the throws of transition, any sort of moving around was beyond question!! (However, I could smell that the tub was full!!) Dana checked me one more time, “Just a lip left, almost there!!” She broke my water and put in an internal monitor. (Neither of which I had wanted, but, again, it didn’t matter by now! Every time, I was on my left side, the baby’s heart rate dropped, but once we got the internal in, everything was fine.) I had a few more hard contractions (I can remember screaming…good thing the hospital was almost empty! Another check and I was deemed, “COMPLETE!” Dana told me to push when I felt the urge, which was almost right away. I started pushing at 12:15pm (75 min after I had arrived at the hospital!) Pushing gave me some trouble, after two nights of basically no sleep and 34+ hrs of labor, I was tired! I couldn’t seem to get the hang of pushing, was having a hard time telling contractions from just pain, and was just so tired. Dana also called her consulting physician to get some advice on what to do with me. Apparently she decided on scare tactics. Dana sent my husband to get a can of (leaded) Pepsi (for energy), which I can’t stand, but drank anyway. Dana had no sympathy for me being tired and said if I wanted to sign up for another c-section, to just lay there and be tired. That gave me strength, but nothing got easier! Somewhere in all of this, I threw up all over myself and Dana found it necessary the toast and jam in there that she had made me eat earlier. (Thanks, Dana.) We tried several pushing positions, squatting, bar, side, etc. Finally, the good old lithotomy (flat on back) position worked best, esp. when they held up a mirror and I could see where to aim those pushes!! At last, a small, grayish head (w/ dark hair and some curls) appeared – ever so slightly! More pushes…Dana said the head would take two jumps forward and then back one each push. Finally, the whole head was out…then the body and THEN the baby was born!!! (After one hour, 38 minutes of pushing, she was born at 1:53pm!!) I got a glimpse of “the goods” right when she was pulled out and I declared, “IT’S A GIRL!!!” (I had been expecting a girl, but no one else had!”) Ohhhh….what a wonderful feeling, having that teeny, tiny, pink and blood-covered little girl placed on my chest. She was crying, but it was a calm cry. It was OVER (except for the placenta) and I couldn’t believe it. I felt so awesome already…what a wonderful Christmas Eve gift!! I had my beautiful, healthy daughter and a VBAC. The placenta was delivered very easily, I just stood up (I can remember feeling my floppy belly here), squeezed a little, and out it came! I only needed one small shot of pitocin to get all the bleeding to stop. Prayers answered, God is so good.

I had wanted the name Eliza previously, however Dave wasn’t so sure. But apparently, there must be something about watching your wife squeeze a watermelon out a pea-sized hole because Dave looked at me and said, “Well, is her name Eliza??” And I said, “Yes, it is!!” He got the chance to choose between Renee’ and Noelle for a middle name. He said he didn’t care and after some discussion, we choose a Noelle. A baby who was due on Christmas Eve and came on Christmas Eve is meant to have a holiday name! Eliza Noelle weighed in at 8lb, .4 oz and was 20” long. Simply beautiful!
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Okay, my VABC births... I have 4 so I will do one post for each, they were 100% DIFFERENT each time.
Second child, first VBAC
WORST DECISION I HAVE EVER MADE CONCERNING MY BODY AND BIRTHING A CHILD!
Hospital birth, Induction at 41.5 day three drugs, 28 hour labor, 3 hours of pushing, episiotomy , vacuum! Birth was 8.5 yrs ago, before the banned inductions with VBACs.

Arrived at the hospital Monday morning around 8am. I was checked, no dialation, slightly soft. Given Servidil (sp). Went to the toilet hour later, the thing fell out : . Nurse called doc and they said to give me a suppository of something that was to soften and prepare my cervix.

Started ‘pit’ IV drip approximately noon. Contractions had started and were good. I was progressing and all was well. XH and my mother went to get some food about 4pm. I got out of the bed to use the toilet. Felt something come from my vagina, looked back and about died. Called the nurse, she came in and told me this was my ‘plug’. ____ (I had lost plug with first, but it was gradual, 4 days before birth.) This thing was the size of a damn baseball. I came out in one huge clump.

XH and mom come back. Contractions were getting really good at this point. Things were still progressing well. Approximately 2 am my contractions were every 2-3 minutes. I was so tired, needed to rest, was adamant about this being a drug free birth. I was checked, 8 cm... wooohooo not too much longer, right?
WRONG!
4am checked again. 8 cm. *crying* The MW spoke so softly to me, she told me it would be in my best interest to accept a epidural and she strongly suggested I did so. She told me I had not progressed in the past 4 hours and they needed to turn my ‘pit drip’ up. I was so dumb and uneducated!!!
4:30am, I received an epidural. The biggest mistake next to allowing Pitocin I had made. 8am, 24 hours after arriving at the hospital I was checked again. ( now granted, I did sleep that next 3.5 hours, and did need it) Upon checking me I was 10 cm.
The nurse told me to go ahead and start pushing. I looked at her as if she had 4 heads, said “PUSH WHAT, I CANNOT FEEL ANYTHING BELOW MY BOOBS!” (Mind you this is my first vaginal birth, never did push with first baby) She grabbed one leg, told my XH to do the same. My knees were pushed into my armpits and I again was told to push. Still not having a clue as to what I was doing, I pushed what I could.
The epidural was still in my back, I was still numb and had NO feeling what so ever.
I pushed for three (3) hours straight. The MW excused herself and told me she was calling the OB cause this was just taking too long. OB arrived a few moments later. She watched me push three more times. Kicked EVERYONE out of my room but XH. There she told me the worst dreaded words I feared the most. “You have two choices, we prep you now for a repeat C/S
or you allow me to cut you and use a vacuum. I was so upset. I agreed to be cut and have a vacuum used if that meant no C/S!! All the pushing I had done and his head had not yet descended into the birth canal. 4th degree cut and vacuum on and brought his head just to crowning, at this time I pushed as hard as I could, with everything I had I pushed. The entire time the words “ REPEAT C/S” giving me all the strength I needed to push! My son was born at 11:20am on Tuesday morning. A beautiful 8.1 lb baby boy. His color was wonderful, he was perfect! A fatty too. My first baby was only 6 even.
The OB sat at my vagina with needle and thread for what seemed to be a full hour. I remember the 25 stitches she gave me! The epidural was FINALLY turned off, it had not been the entire time, now lets see, NO DAMN WONDER I COULD NOT PUSH PROPERLY!

Even though this was my first VBAC I still have not completely healed from this birth. Of course it was much better then having a repeat C/S.
Only if I knew then..........
I said to myself this was going to be short.. Well sorry, but there ya go.
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Sunday, though I was leaking waters all day long, went to the hospital to be checked. They monitored me and I was contracting every 10 min. I was told my waters were not leaking ( I so knew better) and sent me home.
Arrived home at 2am. Exactly 3am my waters broke with the biggest gush ever. I left a stream of water from the bed to the bathroom. We packed up and headed to the L&D.
Arrived at hosp, gave them my soaked pad and said, “now tell me Im not leaking!”
I was hooked up to the monitor. Approximately 1 hour after arriving my sons HB dropped. Two nurses came running into my room. They dropped the back of the bed down, then hit some button that make the head of the bed go down and the foot go up. I was upside down. One was pushing and prodding on my belly while another was checking the monitors. A moment later my sons HB was back and fine.
The MW arrived and checked me, I was at 4 cm already. We called my mother and birth instructor to come be with us. My labor was easy so to speak :LOL It seemed to have gone so fast.
I was given an amniotic infusion, due to there being meconium. This was the only medical intervention I had. Why there ended up being 4 nurses, a OB standing by, Pedi and 2 nurses from the nursery watching my birth I have no idea. :LOL I say they were just there for the show, I gave birth butt @$$ naked

At 10am I was 10 cm and ready to go. My body began pushing and I had the worst feeling at my pubic bone. I was screaming to the top of my lungs that it hurt. I honestly though I was possibly rupturing. Finally I began to push with my body.

Watching my birth video you can see my entire body jerk as my sons shoulder dislodged itself from under my pubic bone. This was the pain I was feeling, and oh my Gods... never felt pain so horrific as this!

My beautiful son was born at 10:22am. I was so proud of myself. I had absolutely no drugs what so ever. Not by lack of the nurses trying their hardest to get me to take “something.”

I loved this birth, it was healing from the first two.!!! I was soooooooooooooooo proud of myself!

I will post the other two birth at a later date, they are more intense, but beautiful!
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Mom of a 7 yr old, 4 yr old, and 1 yr old. Wow. How did that happen?
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Thank you Stafl for asking. I have been noticing with great concern the effects of the change in VBAC policy in the USA. MDC has been a great resource for me. So I will share my story also


My dd is now 2 years old. But I can still remember most of it. To begin I had my first birth normally and very naturally in a Birth Center and my second birth was with a very close friend/midwife in a hospital which ended up in a c-section. It was for Fetal Distress related to absolutely no interventions I didn´t even have my bloods drawn he was just high with a nucal cord wrapped a couple of times and so when he tryed to decend his heart rate went very low and folks waited a while but it just didn´t get better...so I had a c-section. He was fine in the end. I was very disappointed and completely shocked as was my friend that I actually had a c-section. After much consideration I got pregnant with my third. I knew the safest option for me would be a home birth. I was living outside the USA in country where home births is not for the urbane middle class, for them the c-section was delivery of choice. I did find an American women who had all her children at home with MD there. We became fast and furious friends. Anyway I spoke with this MD (Dr. Fred) and he was very calm and accepting. He´s wife ran a group of doulas so I contracted her as more of a cultural liason. My daughter who was then five wanted to be there and watch, so my hubby would be with her and if I need help or support I wanted some one extra. My pregnancy was normal till my father died unexpectedly when I was 7months I went to see him because he had this abdominal mass and we (my family) knew it was serious but we didn´t have a real prognosis so I just went home to see him before I couldn´t travel anymore. I stayed two weeks he died during that period it was most painful thing I had ever endured. So I come back in a fog and do my GLT test that at this time is a month late. While I am taking it I know, I shouldn´t do it, it´s going to be elevated…it was, as was my gtt but Dr. Fred just said to me I just don´t seem to be someone with diabetes and these test are sometime wrong. After reviewing the literature I agreed, they can be wrong a lot of the time. Anyway because still bit nervous about it so I do fingersticks which are fine the rest of my pregnancy. Actually the GD ´diet´ is just sort of a normal healthy way of eating and not anything I need to change, my weight was fine and the baby grew normally. (no ultrasounds waited till it seemed necessary and never actually did as with my other two pregnancies). Our plan was just to continue with our plan if anything changes we will act accordingly. It was a hudge relief for me. So I am just trying to set the stage so to speak for labor.
Iam 40w3d just like with my first.
I started a bit of labor in the morning and I called my friend (homebirther) to let her know (we wanted her there for positive vibes) and I called Dr. Fred just let him know not to go too far away just a sort of FYI
The day was full of contractions coming and going but nothing too steady or too strong lots of walks around the park with my dear friend. I think my husband went to work in the morning but came back for lunch. I have a vague memory that my 3 yo son has gone to preschool at this time then to a very close friends house he definitely did not want any part of this and told me so. My daughter wanted to stay home with me so she is here and there with me. When my husband came back I was a bit disappointed that things were not heating up so I ask my friend to give me time alone and I would call her. We were in a chorus group together which was practicing that night. So at about 4-5pm ish things started to heat up and I remember sitting in a rocking chair just chatting with my husband for like an hour or two...life gets so busy when already have two...it was a sweet moment for us. Well my hubby calls the doula at about 6ish and also my friend to tell her not to go to chorus practice and come over. My doula lived in the next apartment block over so she came over. She was really very helpful which I had my doubts about what I would need from her but in the end she was great. Showers, birthing ball, backing rubbing the whole thing. My husband was with my daughter who I wasn´t paying much attention to but felt her in the backround. Anyway I feeling a bit pushy I think about 830p so I tell the doula she should call Dr. Fred she did he had just finished up his clinic and he was coming over with his wife. They arrived some time after 9pmish. I loved how they entered into my home waiting to asked to come in a quiet discreet manner. Then asking where he could do an exam and listen to the babies heart beat. I said my bedroom. He did this with reserve and calmness. It reminded how different it is outside your home folks breezing in the room grabbing charts talking ....I digress
I was 9 cms (my first and last exam during my entire pregnancy which is exactly what happened with my first pregnancy and birth actually). He (Dr. Fred) then left our bedroom and waited in the living room the two doulas stayed with my hubby and daughter lots of turning changing positions then hands and knees and then my bag of water broke. Dr. Fred is there again. I am very uncomfortable now. You know that moment when you think god I REALLY CAN´T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I then ly on my side ( I always thought I would do the squatting thing but for not my side was what worked for me even with my first). I push out her head I can hear myself crying out then I hear my 5 yo daughter crying that was a bit disturbing. Then the baby came out and is up on my chest immediately. I was torn between the sheer joy of giving birth and concerns for my eldest who I couldn´t see I immediately wanted to know how she was I was asking if she was ok who was with her. I look up and our baby sitter has her (my eldest in her arms). She was talking care of our now middle child when he came home from his friend´s house. I don´t even think I was aware of any of this. Well she tells me he sleeping soundly in the backroom. Needless to say the room was full but in a good way. We didn´t know the sex. I was absolutely elated when I found out she was a girl, we had two names picked for a girl Maria and Carmen she looked more like a Carmen. She was very serine not much crying but eyes WIDE open. No one was paying much attention to the clock though we estimate he birth to be at about 945p. My now eldest daughter was very calm she said she was just scared to hear me cry out. Dr. Fred let the cord stop pulsing before he cut the it and the placenta came after quite easily. I had a small first degree that he didn´t think needed repaired (as I did with my first). Well she nurses immediately. We opened a bottle of wine to celebrate (me not so much). I was alone with my family all asleep by 11pm.
There where a lot of things that I didn´t plan that worked out so well. I never mention really that I specifically wanted it filmed or not but I had my recorder there with film in it and my friend just picked it up and started filming which was a treat to have this record of her birth. Also the plan for my son. Another very close friend knew I was in labor and took him from school and when he came home our babysitter was still there whom he was very close to put him into bed and sort of hung around after. Just in time to be there for Kate (dave was up by me). Also somewhere I knew I didn´t want Dr. Fred to be there for most the birth. As kind and respectful as he was he was still a doctor and man not what I intuitively consider appropriate for birth , and especially home birth which I think he knew and why he waited outside the room till he was needed. All in All I think he was there for about 30 minutes before she was born. Both my other births in the Birth Center and in the Hospital was a very female experience (even the surgeons were women)
For me I never considered anything else but a VBAC.I was a wonderful very healing experience.
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Hi,

Here is my HBAC story for you, glad to share for others benefit. A little background: After my 1st dd, as the dr was breezing out of the operating room, we were assured we could have a VBAC with our next. But, as everyone is well aware, two and half years later, that was not the case at all. Before we were even ttc, I started realizing this and interviewed a couple of local midwives and drs. To my anger, the nearest hospital that would accept VBAC was about an hr away with traffic or more depending and it was a teaching hospital. I was already thinking about a homebirth and several friends/acquaintences had a wonderful local homebirth midwife they recommended. I called and spoke and eventually interviewed her and she agreed to take me on a client.
I had a wonderfully uneventful pregnancy and phenomenal birth.
Here's the story:
Two days before my "due date" I started feeling some cramping like with my dd, nothing major, but noticable. I started noticing in the late morning and by mid afternoon, I was thinking this might really kick in tonite while I am sleeping (like it did with my dd). I cleaned the house and got everything ready I could think of and felt very prepared. That evening, I finally realized they were forming into actual contractions and were fairly steady. We called my midwife around 7pm just to let her know what was going on, kind of a courtesy call, because I really didn't want her there just yet. She advised to get some sleep, which I anxiously did. As I went to bed, I fully expected to be awoken by contractions that I could no longer sleep thru. However, I woke up at 3:30am from a hard sleep and realized nothing was happening! I was so bummed! Since I had gone to sleep so early I was kind of awake and played on the computer some and ate a little snack. Then, I realized the contractions were returning slowly. It happened so nicely. They didn't come back fast and furious, but rather just kind of nicely built up stronger over the next few hours. By 6am when my husband and daughter woke up, I realized this was it and this baby WAS coming today! I showered while my husband fixed my daughter brkfst and we decided to go ahead and send her to summer camp since I had no idea how long it was going to last. I had kind of planned on everything happening at nite and just waking her up when the baby was almost out. My MIL came and picked her up around 7:30am. All that time, I was just kind of hanging out moving around by myself, it was amazing. Right before she came, though, they got so strong I felt like I really wanted to lie and bed and fully concentrate on being relaxed, moving was no longer working for me. My MIL and dd came in and said a prayer and quickly left. My midwife finally arrived a little before 8:30 am. I was working very hard at that point and was very anxious for her to check me to know where I was because I was so worried that I was only 6 cm or something. By the time she got everything set up, I was feeling sick to my stomach so I had a pretty good idea I was in transition and close, and when she checked me I was indeed a 10! Not long after that (minutes, I'd say) I really felt the urge to push. That never happened with my daughter (she was posterior). It was amazing and crazy all at the same time. I was honestly very hesitant about this part. I had pushed like crazy with my daughter to no avail, so I had a small doubt in my head about the capability of myself to push. I had told myself the whole pregnancy that my body will just know what to do, that it wasn't me, it was the circumstances and that was right on! I pushed for about 25 minutes and out she popped! She was born at 9:30 am. It was very hard work but so fulfilling! She was 9 lbs 6 oz and I only had a little tear that didn't even need to be sutured. I was so proud of myself and so grateful for my husband and midwife. They were so supportive and perfect the entire pregnancy and birth and I know they helped directly and indirectly positively influence my mental state during the birth. It was so empowering and wonderful, I wouldn't have done it any other way.
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Here's another one...

I was 40 with two C-sects for failure to progress and two 10lb babies when I went looking for someone to help me VBA2C. I have a dear friend who is a doula who said she thought that there were only two people in the whole area who would even consider talking to me. Rebecca was her strongest recommendation but she warned me Rebecca was tough.

She only agreed to work with me if I kept my weight gain to 25lbs and agreed to focus on having this baby early. I had thought that having a doctor push me to deliver "on-time" was what was going to be a problem since both kids were 2+ weeks overdue. Rebecca said that I needed to talk to the baby and since I had such big kids, I had to know that he was going to be ok to come early.

She thought I was ready to start natural inductions at 36 weeks but I was afraid. Too early seemed worse than late. At 37 weeks I started using my breast pump twice a day and inserting Evening Primrose Oil and having sex and at my 37 week check she said I was ripening and things needed to get moving. I started acupuncture on Friday and again on Monday and then did one dose of castor oil... YUCK! Within 6 hours labor started and I knew it was different.

Nate was born 21 years ago and I was in labor for about 24 hours and then they freaked me out about fetal distress and low heart rate and I had an emergency C-sect that left me feeling like a failure. They also stuck a bottle of sugar water in his mouth and completely messed up nursing.

With Joey, 17 years later, I had a doula and a midwife and great care and labored well for 24 hours to find out that I wasn't even effaced!!! Then I went home and labored for another night before I gave up and thought I was going to have to have the C-sect. When we got to the hospital, they said I was 8cm and maybe I should give it a try. Well... I made it to 9cm and everything fell apart. Basically 48 hours of labor and then an actually wonderful, peacefull C-sect. I felt like a real trooper but... you know.. sad.

Zach was born after 4 hours of beautiful productive labor. I pushed so hard I tore pretty bad but I think I was just so amazed at my power. She kept telling me to slow down and I just couldn't. He was my tiny little baby... two weeks early weighing in at 9lbs 4 oz. Everything went so much better than I could have ever imagined. I almost want to have 3 more....

After it was over, my doula admitted that I was the biggest long shot she had ever taken on and was kind of just humoring me. She and my doula bragged me up all over town. Not bad for an old lady.

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Mountain Summit-My HBA2C story

Where should I start? My first two sons were born via cesarean section, induced with pitocin. For my first birth, I trusted that my doctor and the hospital knew what was best. I had planned on a natural birth, and took Lamaze. I went overdue (42 wks) and was induced. The contractions were quick & on top of each other, I labored this way all day & around 7 pm that night he was born via c-section, and rushed off to the NICU in a helicopter across town. He was in about 2 weeks, with a collapsed lung, heart murmur & meconium pneumonia. They told my husband that he might not live 24 hours, and if he did he would have to be transported to yet another hospital for surgery. I also had some problems (anesthesia does not work well for me-I became fully awake as I was being sewed up) and needed to be given blood. I remember being left in a recovery room alone and freezing, no blanket or anything to cover me. I called for what seemed hours for my mother, as I was coherent enough to know that my husband had left with my son. We were blessed that night, his murmur closed fully & he was getting better. Rarely has he been sick since. I truly believe now that his not being ready to be born, added to the pitocin induction did this to him.

For my second birth, I did a little research, and was exposed to the book Spiritual Midwifery for the first time. Wow-they still birth at home? I picked a female ob gyn that had had a vbac herself, and had midwives in her practice. I saw the midwives & I saw her. I picked a hospital again because at the time I felt it was safest. Again I planned on a natural birth. This time while walking on the beach, I fell on my bottom on some slippery rocks, and went into labor by myself, again at 42 weeks. Went to the hospital and was induced again to speed things up. Luckily he was born, although via c-section again, without any problems, just a bit jaundiced. At this point I did not want anymore children, and considered tubal ligation. My ob talked me out of it, and put in an IUD.

A couple years pass, we moved to the Pacific NW and I met quite a few women who had their babies at home. I just thought this was the neatest thing ever, but still was adamant about not wanting anymore myself. I became close friends with a woman (S.) who had both her children at home, and was expecting her third. I learned more about homebirth from her, and then finally looking around on the internet, and reading quite a few books. Last summer I felt a presence, a soul that wanted to come into our lives. I had not had this feeling before with my boys, and it was too strong to ignore. I got my IUD removed and we started trying right away. I still wasn't sure about the whole homebirth thing, for me anyway, too risky. I don't remember just where I first learned about HBAC, and trying after 2 c-sections, but I still was nervous. All the what ifs really came into my head.

Well I got pregnant fairly soon after having my IUD removed, and was worried about how far along I was (I am a bigger woman) so I went to an OB. Large, huge mistake. I was high risk when I walked in the door. I told OB of plans to homebirth, as him being my backup (I had 2 midwives to interview that did hbacs) and whoa that was a mistake. I had high blood pressure that first day. (also had with my 2nd) I weighed 268 lbs-another risk. All I can say about that day is I have never felt so broken. In tears I called S. told her what happened, she told me to take a warm bath, calm down, light a candle, etc. Dh and I also talked quite a bit this day, I finally calmed down enough to decide not to go back. I interviewed both midwives, and again picked someone who had also had a cesarean, and then gone on to birth her other 4 children at home. From the beginning, I felt completely at ease with her. Every blood pressure reading from then on, (done at my home) was normal. Imagine that.

I exercised, ate well, saw a chiropractor and a prenatal massage therapist, took some supplements & drank a prenatal tea that tasted like dirt daily. I read tons, joined the ICAN email list, and a few other homebirth-oriented lists. A few issues came up for me (from the c-sections) and every time, I had support unimagined in my previous pregnancies. I read many, many, birth stories, imagined what mine would be like, and did some birth art. Also,this pregnancy we went on hikes quite a bit, and I began to associate this pregnancy & birth like a mountain, with many paths leading up. My midwives, C. & G. & S., my friend (& other support person) and my dh were incredible. They had such faith in me, and were so empowering. I felt so strong.

The last week of my pregnancy, I was feeling worried about going over again. Even knowing that my midwives were not the intervening type. Thursday I lost my mucous plug, and Friday after feeling a couple times like I was leaking something while on the phone with S. telling her I needed to go to the store to get a fishy net for the birth tub, my water broke! It was classic, down the legs and all that jazz. I couldn't believe it! I told dh, called S. back & told her, and then called C. She told me to take some vitamin C and garlic caps, and drink lots of water, and she would bring me some herbs. At this point, I was having mild contractions, but they were way far apart. In fact, that night I ended up sleeping fairly normal, although after 12 am I kept waking up during my contractions. Even then they were about 15 min apart.

Around 7 am the next day (Saturday), I called C. and told her what was happening. I told her that while they still were pretty far apart, and irregular, they were getting stronger. She told me she would be there in a little while, and so would G. My friend/support S. said she would be there around 12-1 pm which I was fine with, because things were going so slow. My boys were still at the house, and beginning to irritate me. (I previously thought I wanted them there) They left with friends around 12 or so. Dh was there, cleaning, making lunch for all of us, bringing in the tub, he was taking care of everything. He was also in charge of the music, which actually ended up being only 3 cds, playing over & over. One was Indian sitar, another was ambient, and Krishna Das, and Mermaid (song) by Sade. That song just makes me think I am swimming in the ocean. He was amazing.

The rest of the (hot!) day passed, G. & I took a walk around the neighborhood, I drank more water & watered down Recharge than I ever had in my life to this point. When I was at home, I paced around a lot, bounced on my birth ball, and sat in a hard chair. It was so peaceful, I really enjoyed the company, and we talked & laughed a lot. It was really one of the best days ever. S. & I took another walk (this time backyard) and then we all sat down on the shady side of the house. I kept contracting, I had a pillowon the grass, and another on the chair, and I would kneel there with my head in my hands. Dh later told me this time was the most at peace he has ever felt. I moved back into the house, because I kept needing to go to the bathroom, and hung out in the living room for a while. One of my favorite laboring positions was dancing with my dh, I would hold on to him and sway my hips, he felt so sturdy and it was very loving. Even with the midwives & my friend there it was very intimate, and we felt OK kissing & just generally loving each other.

I should mention that I called my family back east when my water broke (they did not know my plans to homebirth) and they kept calling, wondering what was going on. I ended up telling them that I was sent home because labor stopped. That pretty much stopped the calls, but then my dad called around 4-5 pm. After this things kicked up a notch. Funny, eh? Also I told S. my worries about holding everyone up. I kept feeling like nothing was happening, and that I should tell them to go. She said things were happening, and for me to relax. I told S. to put in the Rainbow meditation (hypnobirthing) tape so I could rest a bit, as I was getting tired (It was time for my daily nap, ha ha ha) I was able to relax a little, but had 2 contractions I couldn't ignore (I think I waited too late to use my meditations) and decided to get up again. We did use the affirmations, my dh told me lots of the script he made up (involving the ocean waves) and the breathing (4-8 & J breathing).

At this point I also asked if we could fill the tub, as things were getting intense. After all this, things got mindless for me. I think subconsciously, or consciously I wanted to feel every bit of this birth. S. had brought a fabric painting of Sheila-Na-Gig! and it was by the birth tub in my dining room. I have a wood rail all the way around and made a miniature altar (I already had a bigger altar in my living room that had been there since the beginning of my pregnancy) I also read my tarot cards a couple weeks prior to the birth and pulled the Ace of Pentacles-Pure contentment, attainment, prosperity, bright prospects-both material and spiritual. Wow. I had on the rail a small wooden Akua, African Goddess of birth, pregnant women & children, my Grandmother's locket, and a small wooden mermaid nursing a baby mermaid. I had so many things on my other altar, but these meant the most to me, as focal points. My youngest son had also picked me some flowers, among them being a wide open pink rose, which also took my attention.

Ah! The tub was filled! My midwives, C & G, S., and my dh were in a circle around me by the tub, I would get bits of things they would say to me-incredible, empowering, loving words that helped between mindless contracting. I felt my body opening, I felt my baby moving down-what a marvelous feeling, and totally new to me. My contractions were on top of each other pretty much at this point, I kept shifting in the tub, sometimes holding on to my dh while in the tub (dancing) Normally I am a fairly inhibited person, but all that went out the door at this point, I got really loud too! I live in a historic district, the houses are pretty close together, and before the birth I worried about being loud-this evaporated too! Ha ha! Then C suggested I sit on the toilet again, to get baby further down-that was rough, moving from the tub into my bathroom-I had to walk (when I could-the contrax were happening all the time now) with my legs spread way out-crablike. I sat on the pot, did a contraction/push then during a break stand up, hold on to dh then squat & push again.

At some point, I moved to the bed-don't ask when-I just ended up there! I was propped with pillows behind, so MW could check to see where baby was, a few pushes later she was crowning! She told me to touch the head-I was in complete disbelief!! No way!! But I reached down and sure enough, it was there, wet & full of hair! I really hated being like that in the bed-the whole time pushing it was best when I could get my legs spread far apart, usually on hands & knees or squatting. So I moved onto my hands & knees, way far apart, kinda like a frog. Not too long after this her head came out all the way, but then her shoulders got stuck! It continuously burned! Wow! C. did some maneuvering, I pushed a few more times (my contrax slowed down then-grr--but I kept pushing anyway) and felt the rest of her body slip out-felt like a big fish!

I don't remember who said it was a girl-but I just couldn't even speak. My dh started crying at this point (I never did, I just remember complete elation & surprise) and telling me it was a girl. Had a bit of getting her going with some oxygen, talking to her, rubbing her feet, then finally a cry! After all this she latched right on, nursing like she always had! There was a short cord, and a large heart shaped placenta. It came out pretty quick after, then I bled a bit, C gave me some herbs, and some Chinese herbs that I sucked through a straw that were rather nasty. I did end up tearing, in two places, I did not really notice. 6 stitches is a tiny thing for this incredible healing experience.

I never once during labor worried about my scar or rupture. My midwives didn't check my blood pressure once during labor, there were no interventions. I feel reborn, and completely high on birth, still. I did it, I finally reached my summit.
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My birth story

I will start with my amino Monday 4/25/5 at noon. I get to the hospital and check in. I wait about 30 mins for the dr to get there. He did a quick head check to make sure baby was still head down. She was. Then he looks for a good pocket of fluid. Finds one and start the process, give me the numbing shot that hurt a bit, after that I didn't feel much but a bit of pressure. Once he got the amino needle in she moved and he had to wait for her to move again. While waiting for her to move I was trying to take a deep breath and couldn't cause every time I did I would feel a sharp pain. I asked the dr if he was almost done cause I was having a hard time breathing. According to DH he took the needle out and reinserted it and I was fine breathing. Then he had a hard time getting a clear sample with no blood in it. He finally got a sample witha very small amount of blood and called it good enough. He told me I would be observed for an hour or so to make sure my water didn't break and the baby tolerated the amino ok. He said the results would be back before we left the hospital. About an hour later he came back in and said the lungs were mature and I could leave and go get my stuff (it was already in the car) and come back at 4 pm and they would insert the cervidil. I was excited and scared at the same time. I went out to the in-laws and posted my update several places and saw my daughter for about an hour since DH had dropped her off at the in-laws the day before and I wasn't sure how long till I saw her again.

When I got to the hospital we were put back in the same room the amino had been done in, and was told a nurse would be with us in a few mins. Well over an hour had passed and my nurse walked in the door an said oh your here! When did you get here? I told her 4pm she said no one had told her. She was really upset we were left waiting. She hooked me up to the monitors while she had me sign lots of papers and explained what was going to happen. My dr came in and did an internal check and inserted the cervidil. He said I was maybe 1 cm dilated but long and had no effacement at all. Since I had been contracting since Saturday night I was kind of depressed to hear that and worried about the cervidil not working. The dr told me to get a good night sleep cause tomorrow was going to be a long day. I continued to contract thru the night and they were getting stronger when I was on my back so I didn't get a very good nights sleep since the only way they could get a good heart tracing of the baby was for me to be on my back. At 5:30 they came in and took out the cervidil. I was about 2 cm dilated and 75-80% effaced and baby was at -2 station. I was let out of the bed to shower and I was still contracting real good but nothing really hurt just more annoying. At 6:30 am they started the pitocin the contractions got more intense and I had to breath thru them. I was also having them more often. I was allowed to take 15mins every couple of hours to be off the monitors and walk around to help with labor. They slowly upped the pitocin cause they were in no hurry and didn't want to cause uterine rupture. BY 10 or 11 it seemed like even though they were turning the pitocin up my progress was slowing. I was not having to breath thru the contractions any more and they we not as often. At this point I thought about just asking for a section cause it was frustrating I wasn't doing anything. However I did not ask for it. The nurse came flying in the room at about noon and said " he not in here is he?" I was confused and was like who. She said the dr he's going to break your water. So all my guests left and went to the family room she gets me in bed and the nurses called her in the room and said she is needed in the section room. She tells me to go walk cause they were going to do a section on someone else first. I went walking and went back into the room and the dr came in at about 12:45 and I requested to have an internal monitor put on my baby's head because they way I am built its hard to keep the baby's heartbeat on the monitor unless im laying down and I didn't want to lay on my back the whole time. While he was breaking my water he put the monitor on her head and did an internal check I was already 3-4 cm. He did not say anything about how effaced I was or what station the baby was at. He went to leave I stopped him in his tracks saying I can have my epidural now right? He said soon I reminded him that he told me in his office that he would not make me wait till I was 5 to order it he would order it at 3-4. So he told the nurse to watch me for 20 mins or so to see if I would continue contracting and if so then order the epidural. I was extremely surprised that I was 3-4 already since I wasn't feeling hardly any contractions, and I knew that as soon as my waters were gone the contractions would hurt a whole lot more, so I wanted the epidural before I started feeling a whole lot of pain. Well I started contracting real good and I was def right they were much more intense and getting worse. I was in a good bit of pain and I told the nurse she had to get the epidural ordered cause I wasn't sure how long it was going to be before I started losing control of my labor and started screaming. I guess it was about an hour before I finally got my epidural and it was done by the same dr that had previously done my epidural with my daughter. (Last time I was stabbed 10 times by another dr before they called this dr in he got it first try). He had me lay on my side and hug a pillow. MY DH and his cousin (my labor support) were allowed to stay with me. The contractions were coming pretty good and I was starting to get louder since I wasn't focusing to hard, as I was more worried about being stabbed so many times for the epidural. He got it first try again thanks god. The whole while I was hugging the pillow I was praying that he didn't have to stab me so many time and also praying that the baby would be ok, as last time after the epidural is when my daughters heart rate had started having decelerations, I didn't want a repeat of last time and I wanted my VBAC.

After the epidural I was feeling great and baby was doing great. No decels at all. I was very happy. The nurse checked me not long after that and I was a full 4-cm dilated. And my cervix had come down quite a bit because she didn't have to reach far (when the dr checked earlier he was reaching like he was digging for gold it was still very high) and she has smaller hand than the dr. So I was making good progress. This was about 2pm. I was feeling great now. At this point the dr called and wanted my pitocin turned up and a faster pace and more of it each time. After about 2 hours my contractions started getting worse and I was starting to feel them in my groin. They started getting to where I had to breathe thru them again and I had an epidural. They had accidentally let the epidural med run out and had to get some more when they finally got more in it didn't take full effect everything was numb but my groin and the contractions were getting way bad and I was feeling lots of pressure down there during the contractions. The nurse check me about 5 pm and said I was 7-8 and fully effaced. She estimated I would have baby by 7pm. A 10-15 mins later I felt like something was just sitting down there. I told the nurse I felt like something was hanging out down there, wrong choice of words, as she started to panic I told her not literally hanging out but just sitting there. She did another check and I was 9 cm dilated, they started bringing stuff in and the contractions were horrible I was feeling everything in my groin. 15 mins later I felt like I had to poop. I mentioned it to those who were at my bedside (my mom, DH, DH's cousin), they told me to tell the nurses. I was checked again and I was 10 and ready to start pushing. Dh called his mom in the family room and she came down too. The dr came over and told me I was ready to start pushing. I screamed with every push as it burned like hell. The epidural had no effect on this part I felt every bit of it. At one point I just wanted to breathe thru a contraction and take a break and the dr said no I needed to push. I kept hollering that I couldn't do it and they just had to get it out it burned. With each contraction I would push 3 times and during the 3rd push the dr would run his finger around the baby's head trying to stretch me a little bit and when he did this it would burn so bad I would stop pushing. I pushed for about 20 mins and all of a sudden it felt like my pee hole was ripping and I asked the dr what are you doing? (more like screamed it) He said im not doing anything that's the baby now push cause she's almost out (and no one wanted to worry me but I already knew cause I could hear it but her heartbeat was decerating so they unplugged the monitor cause I asked if she was ok) So I pushed one more time and the nurse was putting gloves on dh so he could catch the baby. I screamed very loudly when her head came out and they told me to stop pushing and I told them no they had to get her out cause it burned very bad. Dh got turned around just in time to get his hands on the baby's head and out she came. Dh delivered our baby at 5:53 pm. I pushed for 20 mins. She was laid on my chest and began to cry right away. They rubbed her down while on my chest and DH got to cut the cord. I helped rub her off at first I was afraid to touch her but I did after a min or 2. She was sooo beautiful.

I asked the if I tore he said he would check in a min. He needed to deliver the placenta. I asked if it was going to hurt he said yes I was not happy with that answer lol. He delivered the placenta (it didn't hurt near as bad as I thought it would). Then he told me he was going to look for a tear and it would hurt I told him never mind don't do it. It did hurt and I did tear but it was only a 1st degree tear and only required 1 long stitch. He got out the needle and I asked if he was going to use lidacain (or some kind of numbing stuff) he said no and I said "oh mylanta" and everyone laughed. He put the stitch in and said congrats thanked everyone in the room and went on his way. I was cleaned up and the baby was weighed she weighed 6lbs 5 oz and was 19 in long. Her apgars were 8 and 9. My baby was doing very well. They wrapped her up and put a hat on her and brought her back to me.

There is my successful VBAC story. Sorry it’s so long.
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This is my VBAC story - in the hospital with some monitroing, but absolutely wonderful. It was the best experience of my life...

I was due 3/30 and hoping for a VBAC even with GD. The doctors were talking about inducing on 3/31 if I hadn't gone into labor, I really wanted to avoid that whole situation.... luckily Victoria had her own ideas - to make things easier for mom. My water broke around 2:45 on Friday afternoon. I called the doctor, got my things together, had my sister pick up my 2 yr DD and went to the hospital. We checked in around 5 pm. I was a fingertip dilated, 0% effaced, the baby was high at -2, and they thought I would be in for a long labor. Around 8 pm I was nearly 2 cm dilated and they put in an internal contraction monitor. They wanted to also put in a fetal heartbeat monitor, but decided to wait until I dilated some more. The contractions were very regular at 2 minutes, but not strong enough to indicated imminent labor. Around 9, they put in the internal fetal monitor I was nearly 4 cm dilated. Things progressed slowly, or so it seemed.
At 11 pm. my doctor went to update the next doctor of my situation since they were sure it would be an all nighter and her shift ended at midnight. At 11:15, the LDR nurse asked if I was feeling any pressure to push because my contractions were looking very strong and were right on top of each other. I said yes. She got the doctor in there right away and checked me out. I was 10 cm dilated, 100 effaced and the baby was at 0 station. At 11:35, they asked me if I wanted to push, not really expecting anything. I said sure - gave one big push and I swear their eyes just about popped out of their heads. Apparently I got her about halfway down the birth canal on the first push. They told me not to push any more and ran around to finish prepping the room. A few minutes later, I gave three more pushes and the baby was about to crown. Her heart rate dropped because the cord was wrapped around her neck. Doctor apologized because she needed to give me an episotomy so we could get her out on the next push. At 11:41 pm, Victoria Mae was born at 7 lbs, 13 ounces, 21" long and 11 days early. The whole experience was wonderful! I feel so good!
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Click here for my HBA2C story.

What a great idea, to get all the stories in one place. Reading other women's VBAC stories helped me immensely in preparing for my own.

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I wrote this as a letter to a friend unfamiliar with HB & interested in VBAC, so excuse the obvious details.

At 41 wks, I'd gone to bed that night with a few light contractions, and decided to sleep through them. I'd had several bouts of pre-labor, and was at 4cm for almost 2wks! (As my midwife E- says, "If it *is* labor, you'll wake up!") At midnight, on the dot, I woke up when my water broke! I was relieved that *finally* things were starting, and then pretty pleased that my underpad was absorbing all of the fluid! I looked to see if the water was clear, and checked for a cord...everything was peachy. I woke DH up, and he called E-. We decided that we'd call back when I had a pattern of contractions. 10 minutes later, we called back...they were coming 2 minutes apart! It would take an hour for her to get here, so I had DH fill the tub. I was hoping to slow things down a bit, so I laid a blanket on the floor and did several contractions on my hands and knees, and did some pelvic rocks. The contractions were intense, but I was ready for them & wasn't afraid. When the tub was full, I labored in there until E- arrived.

As I worked through the contractions, I remembered to keeps my sounds low, and my jaw loose...tension and high screams aren't so productive. I mostly made 'ummmmm' sounds, and concentrated on breathing full, deep breaths. Being in the water felt good, though the contractions really needed a lot of my attention at that point. When E- arrived, I was pretty happy to see her! She took one look at me, and asked if I was pushing. I told her I was trying not to, so she asked if she could check me. I lumbered out of the tub, and she did an internal...I was at 10 and ready to push when I wanted! She took my bp, temp, pulse, and listened to the baby's heart tones...everything looked fine. Doug warmed the baby's receiving blankets with a heating pad, and brought me fluids. Soon after, her assistant L- arrived. They asked me where I wanted to push. I thought I'd like to lean on my birth ball for a while, and we did that for several contractions. E- felt the baby, and we decided that I needed to expand my pelvis a bit more so that he could slip under the arch, and things would be easier. Sometimes, it's all about angles and posture...and as silly as it sounds, laboring on the toilet is a pretty tried and true midwife trick. With my feet on a low footstool, and a pillow behind me, I did several contractions. Whenever I seemed to tense, E- would stroke my leg to remind me to relax. E- listened to Nicholas, and felt that we were getting a good decent, so she had me get up to walk a bit and use gravity. Walking from the bathroom to the bed was pretty comical...I felt that he was going to fall out! I wanted to lie down, and after about 20 more minutes of pushing I felt him rotate and soon after felt him crowning. I kept reminding myself, "I'm going to get huge!" E- poured some olive oil on as he began to crown, and held warm herbal compresses on my perinium to prevent tearing. After a few more pushes, I felt the relief of his head delivering, and his shoulders and body slipped right out. He came out with a strong cry, and good color...his apgars were 10 and 10. L- settled me back against my pillows, and I held Nicholas as they covered him with the warmed blanket and hat. He was born at 3:10am.

DH and I sat back and admired Nicholas as L- waited for the placenta. When the cord stopped pulsing, it was clamped and DH cut it. I didn't need any stitches, thank goodness! A short while later, I thought I felt the placenta detatch, so I gave a good push sitting semi-upright, and out it slipped. L- put it in a bowl, and examined it to see if it was complete while E- finished up the paperwork. DH went downstairs and made tea and bagels for all of us, and called a few relatives. From first contraction to birth, labor lasted exactly 3 hours! After tea, we were ready to weigh and measure. Everyone took bets, but we were all surprised that he was as big as he was...9 lbs 7oz, 22 1/2 inches! E- and L- cleaned up the disposable underpads that we used, and tidied up in general. DH took out the trash, and everything was comfy. We all chatted and held the baby, as they took our vitals every 15 minutes. The bleeding was fine, and my uterus was clamping nicely. My BP was great, and the baby was perfect. At about 5am, they left...and we got 1 1/2 hrs of sleep before the kids woke up....and yes, they slept through it all! When they woke up and saw Nicholas in our bed, they were beyond excited! DH managed to get them off to school, and he, baby, and I spent the day in bed!

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I had a great VBAC (may daughter born 4/28/04). I had to have a c-section with my first- his heart rate went down during a contraction and i wasnt progressing after 5 cm. I was determined not to have another c-section and there were a few negative people around me- the head dr at the hospital and even my husband. But i had a great midwife- and my mom- supporting me. I was a week past my duedate and was getting worries because the Head Dr. said that if i go 2 weeks over, then i will have to do a c-section again. My midwife and i did everything that we could possibly do to naturally enduce labor- couldnt break the bag because my midwife would get into trouble (the head dr. said that was enducing and wasnt allowed for a vbac). i was mostly efaced and dialated about 1.5 cm the day before i had her. I said to myself- tomarrow is the day that i am going to have her (8 days overdue). My midwife suggested that i try Castor Oil to try and move things along. So, i woke up around 4 or 5 am to take some castor oil. I contractions when i woke up, so i thing i was already in labor when i took the castor oil. I went back to bed, and still felt contractions- they got a bit more strong- and i knew that i was in labor- yeah. I walked around and did my prelabor at home. When i was about 3 to 4 cm we went to the hospital. I had my husband, my mom, my midwife and a doula all there with me. They broke my water and put an internal fetal and contraction moniter (which hurt pretty bad because they were new and flimsy compared to the old version- my midwife had to try to get it in the right spot several times). The contractions got a lot more intense, but i hade great people there helping me stay as relaxed as i could be. The most effective method was sitting on one of those huge exersize balls. I had to change rooms because of where i was, but it was ok. at the end- i seemed to be stuck at 7 cm, but i had the biggest urge to push- so my midwife decided to check me during a contraction as i pushed. I did and was then at 9.5- 10 cm. My husband had left the room to use the restroom, so he didnt know that i was ready. on the next contraction i did a very good push- my midwife was not expecting it- she had to get ready real fast- and i didnt want to push anymore until my husband was back. He came back- i did a good push (the head was out), and then another- and there she was. I had ripped only a bit on the inside (only 1 or 2 stitches). They gave her to me right away and i had her for at least an hour before thay took her to wash her and all of that. I was up walking a couple hours later to go see her- couldnt do that when i had my c-section. I healed very nicely afterwards and i know that after that and the intensity of my contractions (they were off the charts- they are supposed to do this /\, mine went / \, even my mom and midwife thought they were really strong), ther is no way that any scar is opening up. I am so much happier with my 2nd birth, I would never recommend a c-section.
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