Hey mamas...first of all...THANK YOU SOOO MUCH for all of the support!
I was right, Wednesday was our day, and it was the most perfect, beautiful, AMAZING day of my life! I get tears in my eyes when I think of how magical our birth went and I can't wait to tell you all! Right now Grandma is hanging out with the little guy for a minute and I can't wait to get back to him, so I will post my story tomorrow. I just wanted to let you all know we are happily at home now, and Noah is nursing like he invented it!
One thing...my friend that posted my announcement for you guys...SHE IS SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON, and she made our experience just SO much more beautiful! I truly am blessed! Ahhhh...and his stats:
Born 12/7/05 7:26 pm
21 3/4" long
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Here's our LONG birth story...Sunday I had decided to try to help things along a little bit, since based upon my most reasonably accurate due date I was now eight days overdue. I braved 2tbp of castor oil around 4:30 pm and started running for the bathroom around a half hour later. After five hours of bathroom trips and swearing to never do that again, contractions started up. Around 1am they were regular enough and painful enough that I had decided perhaps it was time. Needless to say we spent hours in the hospital birthing center for a false alarm that night and got sent home at 100% effaced and only dilated to ALMOST 2cm. Basically my effacement was the only thing that changed through that torture! Monday and Tuesday were pretty uneventful…contractions on and off, but being wiser now I waited until they petered out. Tuesday I went to the natural market and got homeopathic forms of black and blue cohosh and started taking it around 1pm. It was making my contractions fade together so that they never let up, but they were still not getting stronger or more patterned. I eased off of the cohosh a few hours later so that I could sleep through the night, but it didn’t work out so well. I ended up waking up for every one of those few and far between contractions throughout the night and had to walk through several of them. By morning, though, they had petered out again so I took a few more doses of cohosh before noon. I had noticed when I first woke up, though, that I was a little wet, but waved it off to a weak bladder or something! In hindsight, I realize my water had actually broke and I was just in denial! Around 1:00 or 1:30, my sister and I were sitting around playing Yatzee when she noticed contractions getting more frequent. I started timing them again, and they were 5 minutes apart and I was definitely noticing a strengthening in them. This is where it all goes by fast! By 2:00 I was REALLY having to breathe through them, but still unwilling to believe that this might ACTUALLY be IT! 2:30…I can’t walk or talk through them and have to REALLY concentrate. At this point my sister and mom decided that it was time…especially since I would need at least a dose of antibiotics because of GBS+…so we headed out. We arrived at the hospital around 3pm. They weren’t sure they were going to admit me to my birthing room because when I got to the hospital I was only dilated to 3cm. It was a little scary at first because that meant they weren’t getting my tub filled or anything yet and at that point I could tell things were happening quickly. By the time they administered the first round of antibiotics (they wanted to do two rounds four hours apart…HAHAHA) I was dilated to 5cm. That’s when they started to get my room ready…FINALLY! I was starting to get really impatient because I just wanted to try to relax while laboring and couldn’t really do that where I was at that moment. My room was finally ready and the tub was almost full. I didn’t really want to get in the tub just yet after all, and found that I was most comfortable on my side on the bed. At that point in time, I was going into a pretty deep meditation in between contractions. There were a couple of times that I felt myself slipping and losing ground, but the OB that was with me was AMAZING and really helped me stay focused through those rough spots. My mom was amazing, too…helping me breathe through the entire experience. While laboring on the bed the contractions were getting SO intense that my water would just gush at the end of each one. Lisa, one of the midwives had told me that she didn’t want me getting into the tub until I was at least 6cm. By the time she checked me again, though, I was already at 9cm!!!!! I decided to get in the tub, finally, and the back pain that I was having almost immediately disappeared! My dear friend, Kim, was the brave soul who jumped in the pool with me without hesitation. She was rubbing my lower back, my sister was rubbing my head (orgasmic, let me tell you!!!) and my mother was helping me breathe and lending me her hands for some serious squeezing. The midwives and OB were at the other side of the tub helping me through. Any time things started to spiral, I held my mom’s hand and looked into Dr. DiCarlo’s eyes, and they both coached me through and pulled me back. It seemed like I was in the tub no time at all before they told me it was time to start pushing. I let my body take complete control and only helped push when it told me to and rested in between. I pushed for a total of maybe an hour. I just remember one point in time thinking (and asking!) I know where his head is!!! Is it OK there???? I had really needed to rest between pushes and it just felt ODD to leave the poor guy hanging out with his face and head all squished that way!!!!! I reached down and felt his head each time I needed strength to get through another push. Finally, at 7:26pm, I decided to give him that one last bit of a push to bring him into my arms. It was a truly overwhelming sensation to finally have him upon my chest. He was VERY vocal right away…he had plenty to say to mom about keeping him in the birth canal for so long!!! He was a breastfeeding champ immediately, never even giving me a chance to feel nervous about it!!! I ended up having to get a shot of pitocin afterward because I was bleeding pretty heavily (to the point of feeling lightheaded) and nursing wasn’t doing enough to keep my uterus contracted to stop it. When Noah was born, the OB and midwives all had tears in their eyes and were SO excited to have been a part of what they claimed was one of the most wonderful and “in control” births they had ever experienced. Makes me so proud to say that I brought Noah into this world EXACTLY how I had planned and hoped! I DID IT!!!!!