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I apologize for the length of this. I've only written this, for her memory book, and haven't really had a chance to rewrite or condense it, so please bear with me .

The amazing, miraculous birth of Isabella Rose.

Now that I've had time to process everything that happened at your birth, I've decided to write your miraculous story down, in the hopes that one day, you will read this and gain a better understanding of how precious your life is to us and what a miracle you are. And what a fighter you are!
From even before you were conceived, I had made up my mind that a homebirth was our best option for delivery. I had done all my research and knew in my heart that this is what I wanted for us. I came to your father with the idea and initially, he was very skeptical, but once we met with our midwife, A., he (we both) loved her and after praying about it, we knew that she was going to be our midwife.

My pregnancy with you was pretty uneventful. It was an easy pregnancy; I felt great the entire time. Towards the end, I had been having some prodromal labor, perhaps about a week and a half or so. A week before your estimated due date/ and the day you were born, we had an appt. with A. Daddy took the day off and we drove to see her. As it turned out A. was at the hospital with her daughter, and C, another midwife in the practice saw me. She checked me and I was 1 cm dilated, and about 50 % effaced. We didn't check your position. We made an appt for the next Wednesday, in case you didn't show up by then.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. There was a reason that A wasn't there that day. There was a reason that we didn't check your position that day, as we had every other single visit. Your grandma came up Saturday night to help out. After a few days of her being here, she thinks that I'll go into labor Friday as it would be a full moon. I felt the same way. Well, God had other plans.

Early Wednesday morning (my guess date), around 4 am, I awoke to use the bathroom. I was feeling slightly crampy, but thought little of it. I laid back down and felt a contraction. It wasn't painful and again, I thought little of it. About 15 minutes later, I felt another one and decided that maybe I should time them. For about an hour, they were about 12 to 15 minutes apart or so and lasting from 30 to 90 seconds. I knew today was the day, today would be the day you were going to make your presence known to the world. When your dad woke up at 5 to start getting ready for work, I told him that he won't be going into work today. I don't think he really believed me as I had said that a few times before. But he usually went along with me and did yet again. I got up and sat on my birthing ball at the computer and started timing them. They were sporadic until around 6 when they became somewhat regular. They started coming on at about 5-8 minutes apart or so and lasting around a minute long. We decided that it was time to call A. and let her know what was going on. They were not intense as yet and I could still talk through them a little. As today was prenatal day in Charlotte for her, she said that she would start getting everything ready and leave in about 45 minutes. I sounded fine and we thought that we had lots of time yet. To be perfectly honest, I didn't think that I was far along at all. Daddy started preparing everything according to an instruction list I had written for him. Around 6:30, for some reason, I felt that we needed to start filling the birthing pool. I had to start concentrating through the contractions, but they were still not truly intense. I didn't feel the need to moan or vocalize through them. I simply rocked back and forth on the ball. After each contraction, I would walk around, doing something, and when I felt one coming on, I'd kneel and rock against whatever was closest, the glider, or the ball. I actually remember your brother doing some silly things and I was laughing through a few of the contractions. Around 7:45 or closer to 8:00, I was working my way through a contraction kneeling against the birthing ball and towards the end of it I felt a slight pop and warm liquid. "I think my water just broke, call A and let her know" I said. Daddy did and I waddled to the bathroom to make sure that it was indeed water. He came in and was on the phone with her. I let him know that yes it was my water. A. wanted to know if it was clear and it was, with a slight bloody tinge. She said that that was fine and normal. I came out the bathroom and a really, really intense contraction hit me. I knelt down and moaned my way through it. Then I crawled my way to the pool and somehow managed to climb in. I had stripped my bottoms off while in the bathroom and had only a t- shirt on. It seemed that the contractions were on top of each other and dear God were they intense.

Throughout my pregnancy, I had imagined my labor peaceful and that I was quiet and somewhat calm through it all. I had written a list of birth affirmations to help me through the labor and your daddy brought it to me. I slapped it away. Things were going to fast and there wasn't any way I could sit and read and concentrate on a piece of paper. What was he thinking?

There was no way that serenity and peace was happening. I felt like vocalizing loudly at times and there was nothing to stop me. I can't even begin to describe how I felt. I remember thinking, what am I doing? I must be crazy for thinking I could do this! I was so aware of everything, yet I was in my own little world. I knew that daddy was on the phone with A. Apparently, there was a lot of traffic on 77, near exit 36 where there was some construction going on. He said "A., you need to get here. Drive on the side of the road" Lol. And she did. She had been hearing me over the phone and knew that you were coming very, very soon.

Anyway, the moment I got into the water, I felt the need to push. At first I don't think I realized it, but after feeling something pressing down, I realized, my body was indeed pushing. After about 10 minutes of this, I managed to yell out and let them know, I'm pushing, I'm pushing. Your poor daddy looked lost in translation. I was clinging onto the handles on the side of the pool while vocalizing, and crying "Help me God, help me God!" I knew that I needed to bring my pitch down to a lower octave and couldn't find it in me to do it, until I heard your daddy telling me to do it. Vocalizing lower helped tremendously. A. was giving him instructions over the phone. She told him to get ahold of B., a midwife/ doula in training who lives about 10 minutes from us. He's on the phone with them both, telling B. to get here and A. is giving him instructions on what to do. He's coaching me through it all, (he was absolutely amazing, btw) telling me to breathe, breathe in between the contractions and I am just pushing and pushing. There was no stopping your coming. And I was just doing what my body was telling me to do. At times, the pushing actually felt somewhat pleasurable, and then I felt something burning. I reached down and felt you. I was so freaked out, I pulled my hand away.

And then, a moment later, I felt a peace take control over me. I knew God was with me, He was with us the whole time. B. ran in the room, and the moment she came in, I gave a mighty push and something was out. She yelled, "the baby's breech". It was your body and your were in a frank breech position. And I had just pushed you out of me. I don't think it registered to me, until much later on, that it was just your daddy and myself in the room the entire time, and I had just pushed you out. B. instructed me to get out of the pool and just like I somehow managed to get in, I somehow managed to get out. B. was holding you while i climbed out. A. had just arrived and ran in, followed by another midwife in the practice, V.

They delivered your head, amidst some chaos. Your head had deflected due to my position in the pool and A. needed to reach inside while pushing against my pelvis to bring your chin down and out to deliver you. I didn't hear it but apparently the pop when your head came down could be heard in the entire room. They delivered you and you were barely breathing. Your heartbeat was perfect though. It was the longest minute of my life but, A. resucitated you and suctioned you off and you pinked up immediately and gave a beautiful cry, to let the whole world know you were born. Then you just laid next to me and quietly took in your surroundings as A. cleaned you off.

You were beautiful, you are beautiful. God was with us through it all. He gave us you, this beautiful miracle and your life is so precious to us.

Looking back on it all, we know there's a reason for everything. There was a reason that A. wasn't there at our last prenatal and C. didn't check position. There was a reason I didn't make it to my 40 week prenatal. Had A. checked me either time, she would have found you were breech and asked what we wanted to do. She said that she would have delivered you, but in retrospect, your daddy would have felt it was better to deliver at a hospital. And I know that it's highly probable that I would have ended up having a C- section, something I honestly did not want, unless my life and/or yours depended on it.

Your birth truly was a miracle. Everything happened at exactly the right time and moment. God really is mindful of us all. You are absolutely perfect and we are so blessed to have you in our lives.

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I just wanted to add a few details. I got just a slight nick due to how fast she came but needed no stitches. It's been an amazing time, and we feel so blessed. And apparently, my guess date was off. She had little to no vernix and was so wrinkled. We guessed about 41 1/2 weeks.

Thanks for reading her story

just born

our beautiful baby girl

proud big brother
 

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Congratulations!
Your family is adorable!

By the way, Can you be more specific about your position in the pool affecting the head (causing it to deflect) and how the midwife pressed on your pelvis?
Just think it would be good to know!
thanks!
Megan
 

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Originally Posted by WannaBeAMamaMia View Post
Congratulations!
Your family is adorable!

By the way, Can you be more specific about your position in the pool affecting the head (causing it to deflect) and how the midwife pressed on your pelvis?
Just think it would be good to know!
thanks!
Megan
I'm interested, too! I labored a lot in the pool and my MW did the same thing when she got there afterwards.

Arching back did nothing to help.
 

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You have two beautiful children. I can't believe how alert and beautiful Isabella is when she is just born. You are very blessed. Way to go, Mama! Congratulations.
 

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Thank you mamas.

About the position in the pool. I was holding on to the handles on the outside of the birth pool in a box, facing out, somewhat leaning forward on the pool and squatting. Apparently that position for a breech can cause the baby;s body to spin when she's out, and when that happened, her head raised and her chin got caught. (if you can understand that) From what I understand from my mw. A better position would have been me being upright, that way he head, which should have been chin to chest, would remain like that, instead of tilting upwards.
And the pressing on my pelvis, when I came out the pool, they had me semi- lay on the edge of the bed- my feet on the floor and my butt on the edge of the bed and me laying back. While she was reaching in me to get the chin down, she was pressing on, and pushing in and down on my pelvic bone with the heel of her hand. Let me tell you my pelvis is still somewhat sore from the ordeal.

That's as best as I could describe it. I hope you can understand that
 

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Congratulations! What beautiful children you have- Isabella looks gorgeous just after being born! Love her name, too.
 

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Goodness, Isabella is just darling! So cute and chubby with such dark hair. What a little doll baby!
Big brother looks so proud in that photo.
 

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Thank you for this beautiful story. Your belief in the rightness of your baby's birth is so strong and true.
My dd was born at home, breech, also a surprise and also perfectly healthy (after the "longest minute" in my life). I always felt that things worked out just exactly right for us too, though some people in my family were outraged that the breech position hadn't been detected. I just hold strong to the knowledge that the surprise of Ida's birth saved us from the stress of decision-making and probably c-section. God was with us.
 
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