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June 19th, 2013, 06:27 PM
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Would love to read them! I only wrote about my last two, and even though you think you won't, you really do forget a lot!!!!!
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I think you are too kind. Kind people give the people around them a hard time. You can't express yourself honestly, because you are worried about hurting other people's feelings, and that makes you miserable.~"Winter Sonata"
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June 19th, 2013, 07:04 PM
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I don't have any to share. Even with 2 babies.

Not really sure why, but I've never written a birth story and I don't regret it for either of the girls. It's a little bizarre because I'm usually a very sentimental, journaling type of person. Maybe it's because I had a c-section and didn't have all the hormone releases and all? Maybe it's because of the drugs? Maybe it's because I did NOT want a c-section and ended up with one anyway and I attribute some of the causes to the decisions that I made? Maybe I just don't want to relive it in type. Who knows.
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June 20th, 2013, 06:20 AM
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Here's mine... I just copied and pasted from my old DDC.

I would say my pre-labor started on the 2nd around 4pm that afternoon. I started have contractions that would start in my hips and peak with cramping and a lot of downward pressure. When I timed them that night they were 5 minutes apart and seemed to be getting more intense.

I woke up on the 3rd still having the downward pressure contractions but they were at the same intensity I went to sleep with. I slept horribly, so I felt and looked like death when I went to my OB appt that morning at 10:45. At my appt he checked me and said I was a good 1.5cm and seemed optimistic when he told me things felt a lot different, that I was a lot more loose and soft. I asked him to strip my membranes so he did and said he was able to do a good sweep.

After I left my appt I went for a walk and when I got back to the house my contractions had increased in intensity. By 4 or so after feeding my horse and installing Wyatt's car seat I started to have painful contractions every 5 minutes. I hid it from my family until we were eating supper and I had to stop eating during the contractions so they caught on. After we ate I went for a mile walk that every 5 minutes would lead to me walking very slowly and funny. . I went back to the house and took a shower where I shaved and got all clean. I then did my hair up in a tight twist and made sure I had everything I needed in my hospital bags.

I settled down on the couch and started talking to some of you fine ladies from the board while timing my contractions. They were 5 minutes apart, lasting 60 seconds. They became more and more intense as time went on. To get through them I would start the contraction timer then turn my head to one side and try to breath in and out very quietly. (My husband was 2 hours away) By 8 I sent DH a text telling him he needed to make sure he checked that his bags had everything he would need. By 9 the contractions were more intense and were just under 5 minutes apart. I went to the barn and put my horse out and came back inside and called the hospital. I described what was going on and the nurse seemed iffy if I should come in, but finally said to go in and they would hook me up and at least see where I was at.

As soon as I sat down in the car my contractions almost doubled in intensity and were 3 minutes apart. I couldn't hold still during them and I was grabbing on to things around me and squirming around to try to escape the pressure. When I got to the hospital I told my mom there was no need for her to drop me off at the ER, we could just park and walk. I got out of the car and hugged to door through on contraction, then walked no more then 50 feet to the ER desk where I hugged the countertop to make it through another contraction. They brought me a wheel chair and I was taken to L & D. They gave me a gown and I walked into the bathroom and about hit the floor when I had another contraction while trying to change my clothes. I finally got them changed and I climbed into the bed and was hooked up to the computer. I was having off the chart contractions every 2-3 minutes. She checked me and said I was a good 2cm dialated but the bag of water was still firm. After an hour of contractions that continued to get more and more intense and off the charts to measure, I started to panic and cry and agreed to pain meds. I felt so bad agreeing to an epi after I had promised myself I wouldn't but the nurses assured me that labor usually isn't this intense this soon. In less then an hour I was a good 4cm dialated and the bag of waters was bulging. Needless to say I was admitted.

They called for an epi and were going to give me some other drugs until then. The gal trying to put my IV in was trying to catch me between contractions and was having a hard time. She ended up just telling me to try to hold still and got a vein while I was contracting and then BLEW the vein. I was sooooo mad. So she tried again and got another one and they pushed some meds. The meds took the edge off the next three contractions and then suddenly they grew more intense. There was no wave, it was WAM peak pain and it stayed that way for a full minute. It was aweful.

The epi finally arrived and once again then tried to catch me between contractions but I ended up getting it done during one. It was aweful. I was crying and begging for the pain to stop. My poor mom about passed out because she couldn't stand seeing me in so much pain. They got the epi in and man did I feel better. I could still feel the contractions, but only the pressure, not the pain. I couldn't sleep because of all the activity but I just zoned out.

3 hours in they checked me again and I was 6 cm dialated and she said my water was about to break DH was still 40 minutes out. She wanted to pop my water and I told her no. In fact when she put my folley in, I think she planned to try to pop it without me knowing but I warned her not to. I told her and the doctor that if it burst on its own, that was fine but otherwise we were waiting for my husband!

Bryan got there and they checked me again and I was at 8cm dialated. The doctor raised the table like 4-5 feet up in the air, exposed me to the world and popped my water. He reached in and felt the baby and told me that Wyatt was head down but facing up. I told him he had been like that most of my pregnancy. We spend the next few hours rolling me from one side to the other trying to get Wyatt to flip. Once I was fully dialated he was still face up and the doctor hoped we could cork screw him as I pushed.

I pushed through 3 contractions when suddenly they were rushing around putting oxygen masks on me and rolling me to my side. I had no idea what was going on. After a few minutes the doctor told me that pushing was causing Wyatts heart rate to almost cut in half and it was not returning to normal after the contractions were over. He told me that he was calling in the c/s team to put them on stand by because if it happens again then I will need an emergency c-section. I was in shock and so upset. I started to freak out and cry until I remembered that Wyatts stats were bad and I needed to be strong for him. So I pretty much let myself zone out.

About 15 minutes later after they had the team set up they told me to push again... 2 pushes in and suddenly every one started to rush and I was wheeled to the OR. As they wheeled me out of the room I could hear my mom crying. They up'ed my epi to the point that I couldn't move my arms and even had a hard time moving my neck. It was so scary. I kept asking for Bryan and he finally got there all dressed in gowns just as they started. He held my hand and kissed on me until a few minutes went by and we heard his cry. It was amazing. He has such a sweet angelic voice. Because he had already passed the meconium inside me, they didn't let me see him before they started cleaning him. I was so upset. I could hardly talk but I managed to studder out that I wanted to see him over and over. He stopped crying and I really started to freak out and I kept asking if he was ok and no one would answer me. Bryan later told me I was talking in barely a whisper and I wasn't making any since. Finally they moved out of the way and I was able to see them cleaning him. Bryan joined them and got to touch him while they got him all cleaned up. Then they gave Wyatt to him and told him to bring him to me and let me kiss his face. Bryan put Wyatt beside me and we got to look at each other and I kissed him. Then... I went into a full out panic attack. My throat suddenly closed on me and I was fighting for every huff of air I could get. It was aweful and so scary.

Once they got me calmed down they told me they were going to take Wyatt and I to my room. I kept asking them if Wyatt was going to be there the same time as me and just wanted reassured about 10 times that he was going to be there with me. Once in my room Bryan held Wyatt and stayed with me while I recovered. They wouldn't even let my mother in the room for the first 30 minutes. I hated it. I couldn't move, it was aweful. It wasn't until he was about an hour and a half old that I finally got to hold him for the first time. I even breastfed him, it went soooo well. The lactation consultant told us we were both naturals.

I LOVE breastfeeding and doing skin to skin time. My hormones go so crazy euphroic that I feel drugged and can hardly keep my eyes open. I love it. I love taking naps with him in my gown and just feeling his skin!

Anyways the C/S did a number on me. We had a hard time getting a handle on my pain. I maxed out on morphine and ended up on stronger stuff for a while before they finally got it manageable. Then the IL's came yesterday and we lost the handle on my pain again. My MIL shoo'd everyone out just before I had another panic attack because of the pain getting so bad again. Mind you I hadn't slept in two days either by this point. Last night I finally got some sleep and I'm feeling so much better today. I even put on normal clothes. I feel almost human again. I even changed my first Wyatt diaper today

Anyways Wyatt is amazing. He has the most angelic voice and makes the cutest noises. He loves to talk with coo's, chirps and short screams. He's not a big cryer, which I enjoy. He is sooo strong. He can lift his head up, which is so crazy. The doctor said he seems more like a 2 month old baby. She can grab his arms and he'll flex to where his fists are at his chin and she'll lift him into a sitting position and then lay him back down and his head never falls. He is also very alert. He loves looking around and loves people. The nurses tell me all the time that he is their favorite because he doesn't cry/scream and is so pleasant to be around. Not to mention he is soooo cute! He has beautiful blue eyes (that I hope turn green), a button nose and the cutest round head. He loves making different facial expressions. I AM SO IN LOVE!

Anyways here's my son. Wyatt Graison, born March 4, 2011 at 6:20 am. 8 pounds 6 ounces, 20.5 inches long.

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June 20th, 2013, 07:18 AM
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Mine can be found in the Jan 2012 DDC. I'm not writing all of that again!

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June 20th, 2013, 07:36 AM
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Mine was easy -- medical reasoned induction at 39w 4d -- 24 hours... 18 without an epi, small tare (1st degree), pushed for 30 minutes. 7 pounds 12 oz, 21.5 inches.
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June 20th, 2013, 09:23 AM
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I am copying and pasting rather than rewriting. This is the account of our fourth birth:

The night before my 41 +5 week appointment with my midwife, light contractions start around 2:30 AM and continue until about 5:30 AM. I get up and take a shower, and I lose my mucous plug. I remember smiling through all of the contractions and thinking, "My body is doing this all on its own!", as itís just never happened without castor oil in my overdue history. I began to thank God for the baby blessing he is bringing me, and I really concentrate on keeping my excitement down enough to rest and conserve my energy. After my shower, it slowed a lot, and we were off to see my midwife. (My darling called in to work and stayed with me, just in case!) When she checked me, I was two centimeters dilated! This also has never happened for me before labor, and we were both pretty excited! When she checks my belly she does not get good acceleration readings on the baby, and we discuss our options. We decide to do the German labor drink and plan to have a baby that day, April 19th.

We splurge and all eat a celebratory Shoneyís breakfast. Then we come home for me to "chug" the labor drink and lie down and wait for contractions to pick up. Well, I throw that labor drink right back up! LOL! YUCK! (Itís like, apricot juice, almond butter, castor oil, champagne, and who knows what else!) I call my midwife, and weíre off to her house as she mixes up another. (Apparently I had a good fifteen minutes to sip it down, but some of us take things very literally! LOL! "Chug" in my mind registers as three to five minutes!)We go home and try again. This time I get it down with a little ice added. I lay down and rest, and light contractions begin within an hour. A lovely neighbor is excited to take the boys for the night, and we prepare to have a baby! We take a good, long walk to help things progress.True to me, the contractions get harder and harder and harder throughout the night, but they slow and never come closer than ten minutes apart again. ~sigh~ This is my usual "holding pattern" of sorts, and itís not easy. My midwife had really worked with me on this part of the process~I am to rest, rest, rest between contractions until they begin to come closer together. They are intensifying, and Iím really working hard to embrace them. Iím just thanking God as they come that they are bringing the baby down and opening me up, thanking Him for His generous legacy, gift, and reward. Iím trying hard not to be afraid of the next one and relax through them. Iím to call her again when they are 3-5 minutes apart and take one contraction at a time, rather than try to look at the whole picture.

Sometime around 2:00 AM I find that I get relief in the recliner, and I am soo happy! Iím tired, and I am finally able to get some rest. I sleep a couple of hours as the contractions slow and become less intense, and WOW what even an hour can do for a tired body! When we call my midwife in the morning, she is glad to hear that I had slept, as she says you just shouldnít hafta work so hard for labor. We have EVERY TIME, and she says my body just doesnít like to be tampered with! LOL! She schedules an appointment so we can check the babyís acceleration again, and the boys come home disappointed.

This time at my midwifeís the baby gives us EXCELLENT acceleration. Different time of day, maybe? My midwife is relieved, as sheís discerning how to proceed~home or hospital. We check my cervix and are both just shocked to find that Iím SEVEN CENTIMETERS! WOW! Again, this is UNREAL for me! But all contractions have stopped. OH are we elated now and talk about breaking my water or taking the German labor drink again. We decide we want to keep the water in tact for babyís safety, sheĎll take a few more appointments, and then sheĎll come to my house with labor drink ingredients. She expects that when contractions start, weíll have a baby in an hour!

What a strange way to have a baby! There I am, welcoming my midwife into my house with expectations of having a baby before nightfall (itís about 2:00 PM), and not a contraction to speak of! LOL! I drink the drink, get comfortable, and try to rest. We all just really hang out, and the neat thing was Jamieís reaction. He still talks about how much fun it was to all be together in my room with our midwife and the music playing as Iím lazily scratching his back! LOL! I am eight centimeters. The two youngest boys go to the neighborís again, but my Allen opts to remain at home.

The labor drink takes a little longer to work this time, and I hafta do some squat/stand/sit motions to get things going. When things get going this time, they take off! OH the contractions come every three to four minutes apart and are pretty intense! Again, true to me, the baby has not dropped, and my midwife has to reach in and spend some time turning the baby. She advises me to bear down, and I bring the baby to station 0 from 3. The contractions just get harder and harder and harder, and Iím sure Iím literally screaming through some of them. I beg the LORD to bring my baby down and out NOW, and hopes of a baby before sundown vanish. ARGH! Iím on the toilet, in the shower, leaning over the ball, in polar bear position, on all fours~oh what FUN! LOL! While on the ball or in the polar bear, my midwife pushes on two pressure points under my bottom and makes it even more torturous~although productive. Iím breathing quick, short breaths, screaming, roaring, and trying to tell myself that I am a soldier in Godís army, and this is how we women fight~LOL! I try to take on the attitude of attacking the contractions rather than letting them attack me, and my voice changes from screaming to deeper roars.

Finally while on the toilet I begin to get the urge to push. It continues in the shower on all fours and never goes away~weíre still trying to work this baby down! To me she feels like sheís right there, but sheís not. Three hours of this follow, and I feel very lucid between contractions, which are all three minutes or less apart. I miss that calm serenity between contractions that is just a picture of peace indescribable! In the shower I begin to tell myself that Iíll NEVER do this again, and NO WONDER women go to the hospital!

My midwife can hear a shift in my pushing, and I begin to really bear down. Baby crowns while Iím on all fours, and my midwife encourages me to get up on the birthing stool. I tell her sharply to listen to me! I want this baby out! I canít! I donít want to! She urges and sharply pushes right back (she wants me to be able to see my baby and immediately hold her), and I comply~with lots of help getting up. Two pushes on the birthing stool and she is here! (9:08 PM) OH! I see that little scrunched-up face and immediately exclaim, "It was all worth it!" Baby is on my chest, and we call Allen up (who had been happily playing video games while wearing headphones~LOL!). Heís very excited, and we turn baby over for him to tell us if we have a boy or a girl. He deems her a girl and goes back downstairs. I deliver a beautiful placenta within eight minutes, Hazel crying the entire time, my darling cuts the cord, and our baby girl latches on at twelve minutes old and nurses vigorously for an hour! While Hazel is nursing, my midwife slips me a pitocen shot (even though Iíve never been a bleeder, BIG MAMMAS are at higher risk~so this is just precautionary), and baby Hazel gets her Vitamin K shot. The labor drink supposedly also helps guard against bleeding, and WOW have my afterpains been almost nonexistent! YAY! My midwife then weighs her and takes her measurements, Allen holds Hazel, my darling goes and splurges on take out (I get a chicken cheese steak sandwich~MMMM!), and I get into an herb bath. My midwife leaves at close to 11:00 PM, we eat, and settle down for the night. Nobody really gets to hold Hazel, as she just wants to nurse and nurse and nurse and nurse and nurse and nurse and nurseÖ

What a peaceful and calm baby! We have always chosen names from family members for our boys, and we did the same with Hazel. We have a harder time deciding on girl names, so we donít actually KNOW the Hazel sheís named after. We do have a blurb about her from our last family reunion though (my darlingís side), and what a wonderful, Godly legacy! I have since learned that there are many forms of Elizabeth on my Momís side as well, including my wonderful Grandma (Libby) Jane! I cannot stop kissing her and just cannot believe we have a daughter! YAY! Here I thought I wanted another boy, but OH doesnít God just KNOW? I couldnít be more thrilled!

OH! The boys come back from our neighborís at about quarter to 7:00 in the morning. Preston immediately begins rubbing her face and hair, and Jamie just lies beside her and stares. You can see them both tracing her features with their eyes, just captivated! SO PRECIOUS! They are just smitten with their sister! (And HELP ME LORD! Preston is all TOO helpful! LOL!) All three boys are often found lying all around her in the bed, looking at her while talking to one another. So peaceful and sweet! Well, it does always finally end in wrestling, and they get kicked out~LOLÖ

Hazel is the picture of beauty. She has a head FULL of black hair, almost two inches long~like Allen did~looks like beautiful Indian hair. She has "coal black eyes" just like her big brother, Preston. She has Jamieís (and her Grandma on her Daddyís side) pouty bottom lip when sheís not happy and really pooches it out. My darling says she looks sooo much like me, and he often finds us sleeping in the exact same position, which only accentuates it! Hazel has my hands, and I have my Motherís hands. All my boys have my darlingís and his Motherís hands! She has long eyelashes from my Dadís side of the family.

Labor was a total of twenty-five hours, although they were not twenty-five consecutive hours. Hazel was due April 7th, but was born April 20th at 9:08 PM. She was 7 lbs, 14 oz. and 21 in. long.
More people fail from a lack of encouragement than anything else!~ Mrs. James Hendry

I'm a Mary in a world of Marthas~Carol Barnier

I think you are too kind. Kind people give the people around them a hard time. You can't express yourself honestly, because you are worried about hurting other people's feelings, and that makes you miserable.~"Winter Sonata"

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June 20th, 2013, 09:31 AM
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I thought I had posted this~please forgive me if it posts twice! The account of the birth of our fifth child:

WARNING: I will probably hold back nothing, so this could get pretty graphic. READ AT YER OWN RISK!!!

At 11:00 PM I began to have irregular contractions from five to twenty minutes apart. In the morning I went in for an ultrasound to confirm babyís position, and YAY! She was head down! My water broke while I was about to leave the office, and it really freaked everybody out that I drove myself~LOL! Anyway, from 11:00 contractions lasted on and off for twenty-four hours. In that time my marvelous midwife attended a birth, came and checked on me, attended another birth, and came back to me at midnight. Everything had stalled.

We talked about how to proceed: Stay home and take a labor drink or castor oil and labor for another good twelve hours, or go to the hospital, get just a little pitocen for a jump start, and have a baby much sooner. Baby was still very, very high (my midwife could not even reach her)~and that was the only thing keeping me from dilating, as my cervix was ready. The latter sounded very appealing, because even though the last twenty-four hours had not been super difficult, it still was wearing on the mind.

We get to the hospital at 2:00 AM. Contractions start coming and get harder and harder with the pit, we try various positions, but still there is no progress. Baby is still very high, cervix is ready and easily opens, but not fully dilated. We try me pushing, and while it does bring the baby down a bit, she floats right back up again. Pushing through contractions was easier than just bearing them though. Right before the nurses change shifts I start to lose it and share that I just.canít.do.this.anymore. To my relief, here comes an epidural.

I NEVER in my whole life thought I would EVER want an epidural! (Much less deliver in the hospital!) but OH was I thankful, and I tell you now that I have NOT ONE regret! (and we now know we would have ended up in the hospital anyway!) I hear my midwife say we shouldíve done it sooner, and that blesses me. Not that I think we should or shouldnít have~it was validation. I donít think I could have done this birth without it. I sleep a bit to let the contractions work as they are supposed to.

The next labor and delivery nurse that comes in is very aggressive. She spends hours literally almost up to her elbow trying to turn the baby and rubbing her wee head, as the others position me in various positions and press here and push there. Often I grab handles and push with all I have while my knees are pushed to my chest. I donít know how long all this goes on (it is hours), but I do get exhausted and physically sore in my upper body and worry about being able to continue. My midwife and her assistant are always the perfect encouragement!

Everyone talks about the piece of the puzzle they are missing. My midwife (or someone) believes an arm is in the way, and my midwife has an idea. They invert the table so I am more upside down, my midwife stands above me on the bed and presses the area of the hand or elbow (which has been in the birth canal), jiggles it, and then releases it suddenly several times. I think, ďPLEASE donít make me push in this position!Ē right before I am asked to~LOL! So I do, and there is progress! I hang out inverted with one numb leg up in the air (which makes me feel like I could throw up) and one breast taped down so I donít suffocate, the arm is now out of the way, I guess? and we let the contractions work a bit. The poor L/D nurse is STILL up to her elbow, btw! My midwife next wraps a sheet around my middle, and she and her assistant then each pull an end while I push through contractions.

Because of the epi I hafta rely on them to tell me when contractions are, and I canít tell if Iím pushing well. Thankfully I am a REALLY GOOD pusher~even though I wanna quit! At some point the handsome doc comes in and jokes a bit about how the baby is still high, but I donít take it well and tell him so. I LOVE THAT MAN, though! but Iím fighting wanting a c-section, which my midwife and assistant and nurse will not hear of~PTL!

Finally (still inverted a bit) they see bulge and get ready for baby. I donít believe it is real, as Iíve been watching the hours tick by and donít think it will ever stop! They tell me it will just take one more good push, and I give it when the room erupts in ďSTOP!Ē As someone quickly gets the doc I begin to cry and praise the LORD over and over again, as I know this is it! The doc just has her slide out with the next contraction, and they tell me to grab my baby. Inverted and hardly able to lift my arms makes it difficult, and she is SLIPPERY! I kiss her head and weep with rejoicing while they dry her with blankets, STILL INVERTED, PEOPLE! HELLO! LOLOL! She is born at 10:38 AM on October 30th, weighs 8 lbs 11 oz, and is 21 1/2 in. long (my biggest baby!). Labor was thirty-four hours.

Recovery is very different, the hospital is a very different experience, but what an adventure! and there was a PRIZE at the end!!! ~smile~ (((((HUGS))))) sandi~who is neglecting to tell you ALL ABOUT the swelling of the nether-region~OY! and the many wonderful recovery nurses that took such great care of me!
More people fail from a lack of encouragement than anything else!~ Mrs. James Hendry

I'm a Mary in a world of Marthas~Carol Barnier

I think you are too kind. Kind people give the people around them a hard time. You can't express yourself honestly, because you are worried about hurting other people's feelings, and that makes you miserable.~"Winter Sonata"
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June 20th, 2013, 10:09 AM
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I have 3, so I'm just going to link them. I wasn't a part of JM when I had Cora, and haven't ever written down her birth story in detail. Wouldn't want to make all the pregnant hormonal people cry as much as that would anyway.

Here's Erin's (I called her by her middle name for a couple weeks)

Here's Patrick's

And here's Allison's
Thanks to babydoll213 for the siggy! My kids' blog Cora's blog

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June 20th, 2013, 10:21 AM
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Originally Posted by feythful View Post
I don't have any to share. Even with 2 babies.

Not really sure why, but I've never written a birth story and I don't regret it for either of the girls. It's a little bizarre because I'm usually a very sentimental, journaling type of person. Maybe it's because I had a c-section and didn't have all the hormone releases and all? Maybe it's because of the drugs? Maybe it's because I did NOT want a c-section and ended up with one anyway and I attribute some of the causes to the decisions that I made? Maybe I just don't want to relive it in type. Who knows.
My story still makes me cry every time I read it.

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June 20th, 2013, 11:09 AM
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My L&Ds are pretty uneventful so I'll do the cliff notes version:

DS1 - I was set to go in on July 22, in the evening to be prepped for an induction the next morning (I was a week over due). All that day I had been feeling crampy but it was my first so I didn't think anything of it. I got checked in and got to a room around 6 or 7 ish in the evening. About 9 or so they put in some gel to thin out my cervix. Around 10 or so I started feeling some contractions and by 12am I was in active labor. I labored for the next 5.5 hrs which was painful back labor. My water broke on its own sometime during that 5.5 hrs. At around 5am I was at 10cms and I pushed for the next 20 or so minutes. My son, Zayd, was born at 5:21am on July 23, 1996. Just 40 mins. before I was scheduled to be induced. Dodged that bullet. I was determined to go med/epidural free and I did it!

DS2 - Around midnight or so on 12/31/1997 I was doing some dishes and cleaning up the kitchen when I started feeling contractions. I finished up and jumped in the shower because I knew I'd be going to the hospital before long. I called my mom and dad and they came over. Around 2am the contractions started getting a bit closer together so my ex, my mom, and myself got in the car and headed for the hospital. We got there around 2:45am, I was examined and was only at 3 and baby was still high so they wanted to send me home. I decided the walk the halls instead. About an hour later they checked me again, I was at 4-5 so they checked me in and put me in a room. I labored for the next 4 or so hours. They had to break my water sometime during that time. After about 5 pushes, my son, Aimen, was born at 7:33am on 12/31/1997. Again, I was determined to have a med/epidural free labor and I did it. The labor was painful but not bad and went by pretty quickly.

DD - I went in for my weekly check up on her due date, Oct. 7, 2011. I was hooked up to a monitor and she decelled once. I was sent to the hospital and my OB decided he was going to induce and get this over with. I was a bit disappointed as I really wanted to go in labor on my own but oh well. I hadn't even gotten to the nesting phase yet. I was hooked up to pitocin sometime in the mid afternoon probably around 3pm. By 6pm they unhooked me and I started feeling some cramping and mild contractions. I was told if labor didn't pick up by later in the evening they'd put me back on the pitocin. By 10pm labor did pick up and started becoming a bit more painful. By 11pm I was in intense pain, yikes! Around 12:45am I was ready to give in and asked about an epidural. They asked if I could sit still long enough for it to be inserted, probably not. They checked me and I was at 10 and ready to push. That urge was SO strong. The OB got prepped and after 2 pushes, Sofia was born at 12:57am on October 8, 2011. Another epidural free birth! I was so proud of myself. That was one hell of a fast and furious labor.

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After being on bedrest for 8 weeks due to mild pre-eclampsia, things were really starting to look good! We were doing EVERYTHING possible to avoid an induction, so I was bed resting in my in law's pool (to help with the swelling), eating a high protein diet, no salt, and my husband was doing just about EVERYTHING around the house! We were also being very pro-active, with two fetal non-stress tests a week, which fortunately always went beautifully. Baby always passed within the first few minutes!
Friday August 7, 2009 started out like any other day. My weekly prenatal appointment had taken place on Tuesday August 4, 2009. Heather (CNM) had lightened up my bedrest restriction because my blood pressure was great (120/60) and I hadn’t had any protein in my urine for 3 weeks at that point. At the end of the appointment I asked Heather, “So do you think I’m going to have to be induced?” and she smiled and said “If you’d asked me last week, I would’ve said ‘yes, and soon’ but today I can say I don’t suspect an induction will be necessary!” I don’t think Angels have ever sung so loudly! JSo that Friday (the 7th) was tax free shopping in Iowa. I got up early with a bit of a headache but got ready to go and was on my way to the city with my mother in law, Jeanie and Chanda. It was a normal day but I did feel a little dizzy and I still had that annoying headache. I hadn’t eaten anything though so I attributed it to that.
After a few hours of "shopping" (I say "shopping" because at every store we went to, I sat down and drank from my gallon jug of water I was used to carrying around at that point! I didn't shop at all I don't believe!) Sam came to pick me up so we could go to our Friday NST, which was at 11:30AM. I got there and I mentioned to the ultrasound tech that I wasn’t feeling “the best” and I had a headache and little white floaties in my eyes. I explained that I felt like I was looking at an oil spill in a mechanic's shop or something, or a mirage on a hot summer day. Baby looked perfect on the NST though, so no one was incredibly concerned. Sam and I figured it would just be back to strict bedrest for the next 5 weeks or so.
The ultrasound tech seemed concerned and went and talked to the midwives and an OBGYN. After our NST the tech. told me the midwife wanted to see me, which I expected. What I did not expect was for Pam Schaffart (the CNM working in clinic that day) to meet me in the hallway and send me straight to Labor & Delivery. The midwife nurse Shylo took us up there and dropped us off at admission. After the crazy hectic 40 minute admission process we finally got taken back to what our nurse, Jill, referred to as “the ghetto”. L&D was full and so we had to go to the old L&D and it was like a scary movie hospital room – white walls, an uncomfortable bed and a crappy chair!
After about 20 minutes Kate Scott (the CNM who was on call until 2:00PM that day) came in and said she was concerned about my headaches and the white floaties, but not so much my BP. They had taken it at my NST and it was 120/57. But the main concern was my headache. It was so bad at that point I couldn’t really hold my eyes open. I did explain that I hadn't had anything to eat and only had water to drink since 5:00AM, so my caloric intake was NOT what it should have been for that day. They offered to order me some lunch after my bloodwork was drawn, but Sam was just going to go to Panera while I waited (Panera is right across the street, about 5 minutes away).
They came and did bloodwork and no one would really explain to me what was going on, and they just kept saying “If” I got admitted, but never saying induction was a possibility at this point.
Finally around 3:00PM they came and did my blood work. A few minutes later, Bridget Wieczorek (The CNM on call) came in and told us they were definitely admitting me for hospital bedrest and fluids, and then pending the rest of my blood work would possibly induce me starting that day around 4:00PM. I started to get really upset and told her if they were going to induce me, I had to go home and pack! Bridget told me we would cross that bridge when we came to it, not really seeming like she thought an induction was going to take place.
Finally, my blood work came back and it was just chaos from there! Everyone was scurrying around, two high risk OBGYNs came in to go over everything with me, and everyone seemed really scared. They said I would definitely be getting induced and having a baby that weekend. I said “Okay, I’ll be back in a few hours, I have to go home and pack.” – and Bridget held her stance pretty firm and said that was not happening as I was dangerously close to having a seizure, my liver enzymes were through the roof, and there was something else, but honestly it’s such a blur I don’t remember what it was. It was total chaos from there on – getting me hooked up to the Magnesium, finding a room for me, and a huge argument about Cytotec between Bridget and me!
Since we live about 70 miles from the Nebraska Medical Center, Sam had to haul himself home (1 hour each way) and pack things for both of us, and he was pretty broken up about it. (I later found out he called our Bradley instructor who lives very close to UNMC in tears, because we were both certain I was having a c-section)
We both had this vision of me waking him up at 3:00AM after I had been laboring on my own for awhile, and then deciding we better go to the hospital, and this dream was losing all sight of becoming a reality – at least for this pregnancy.
Fortunately, while we waited for my blood work results to come back, we started making a list of things I would need since I was getting admitted. The irony is that I planned on packing that night – I thought by putting packing off I was keeping that baby baking! Next time I know better! Sam was gone for a little over 3 hours, but it seemed like so much longer than that! Thank God for texting J
At 3:30 they moved me to a room in L&D (which was much prettier and more comfortable than the ghetto room!) my first nurse, Hannah, started an IV of Vancomyocin (Because I was Group B Strep Positive, so even if I would have gone into labor on my own I would have had to have had that), Magnesium (To prevent me from having a seizure), and Saline (I was quite dehydrated, even though I had been drinking water all day). Hannah made me really nervous because she was pregnant and kept talking about how she wasn’t going to touch the cytotec even with gloves on because it was so dangerous and I was already upset about getting the cytotec! Ahh common sense J
Then one of the midwives in training (Latrice) came in to check me and start the Cytotec. I tried to fight the Cytotec as I know how dangerous it is, but I trust my care and I trust that the midwives were really doing what was in my best interest. We did discuss our options and we determined it was very risky to go straight to Pitocin as I was 0cm dilated, 0% effaced, my cervix was firm and long, and they couldn’t feel Brylie’s head at all. I started sobbing at this point because 1. the Tuesday prior to this everything was perfect and my bedrest had been lightened. My favorite midwife Heather and I joked that if I had to be induced, it would be when she was there, and 2. I just knew I was going to end up with a c-section because clearly Brylie was NOT ready to come. I had become especially close with the midwife Heather during this pregnancy and I really had my heart set on her being the one there when it was baby time, even though there were 5 midwives so I only had a 20% chance of it actually being Heather!
Bridget then came in told me that she had to leave for a few hours, Pam was going to be there until 8:00PM, and then she would be back until 6:00AM when Heather got there!! I started sobbing once again, only this time, out of happiness. I knew my chances of a c-section with Heather were very low, she knew me the best, I was the most comfortable with her, she was an advocate for what I wanted, and just an all around amazing person. I felt like God planned things this way just so Heather could be the one there for me. It was very reassuring to go into the induction with a better attitude. I NEEDED Heather to be there!
At 4:00 they gave me the first dose of Cytotec (25mg). To me the Cytotec was probably the worst part about the induction! I was really uncomfortable in my bed and I had to lay FLAT on my back for 2 hours after it was put in and laying flat on my back is the most uncomfortable thing in the world to me anyway! And I couldn’t sleep to pass time because I was so uncomfortable! I had to get it every 3 hours for 12 hours.
Around 7:00PM Sam and I were so bored we were thumb wrestling! (We hadn’t planned on needing entertainment during the hospital part of our labor!). Our new nurse, Dana, was trying to find some DVDs for us to watch, but all she could find were looney toons! (Sam was a little disappointed I vetoed the toons!) Fortunately he has an aunt and an uncle who live about 15 minutes from the Med Center and they brought us Farkel and a couple DVDS (One being the Business of Being Born – I needed it to reaffirm my faith). We had nurses in our room all night playing Farkel with us which made it a little easier to deal with. Everyone was SO supportive. We couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Once the final Cytotec was placed, they let me sleep for a few hours before starting the Pitocin. I couldn’t sleep at all and spent most of the night talking to Dana – she and I got to be quite close and still keep in touch to this day! Eventually Sam got annoyed that I was keeping him up and went out into the hallway about 11:00PM and Pam was still there – I guess Bridget never came back! Anyway, Pam is the sweetest old lady you can ever meet and she came in and told me I needed Ambien to sleep because I was so upset about the lack of progress the Cytotec was causing.(they checked me each time a new one was inserted even though I said I didn’t want to be checked, Latrice asked if she could so she could get practice..and let’s face it, I was too defeated to care). I declined the Ambien, because I thought Brylie was getting enough drugs as it was. Sam was not thrilled because he needed to rest – he had spent the two days prior to this hammering metal stakes through concrete with a 12lb sledge.
Sam went out into the hallway again around 2:00AM and told them to give me something to help me sleep because I was bouncing off the walls in c-section anxiety at this point – like in tears. For the sake of my marriage, I agreed to a sleeping pill!
The Ambien didn’t totally knock me out, but I did doze off and on until they came in to start the Pitocin. The Pitocin was started at 2mL, and would be upped by 2 every twenty minutes until I got to 20, which is the highest the nurse is allowed to take it.
The Pit was started about 4:00AM and I almost instantly started having small contractions – I couldn’t feel them but they were registering pretty strong. At this point I was still 1cm/0%, high and long but starting to soften and thin out somewhat. Brylie was still at -3 station. Around 6:45 the contractions started picking up in intensity, but definitely not unbearable, but I was excited that hopefully it meant something was happening. Around 7:00AM Heather came in to check me again. I was SO HAPPY to see her! She said she had been there since 3:00AM but wanted to let me sleep. She checked me and I was still at 1cm and not effaced enough for it to be given a percent. I couldn’t help but laugh because she looked at me said “Girl I LOVE your hips! Them’s some child bearing HIPS!”
They kept upping my pit and at 10:00AM (Pitocin was at about 16 now) Heather was back in and I was having decently intense contractions at this point. They started coming every 3 minutes around 8:15AM and lasting 45-60 seconds. I was SO EXCITED because I figured I would be around 3-4cm and maybe 50% effaced. No such luck!! I was 1cm dilated, 50% effaced, but Brylie was still at -3 station. I told Heather I thought my nurse, Angee, who came on at 7:00AM was hindering my progress because everytime I got out of bed she lectured me for getting off the monitors.
Heather did take the nurse into the hallway but obviously I have no idea what was said (And nothing changed, Angee still complained about everything). When she came back in, Heather suggested putting in the foley bulb to help me dilate further – probably to about 4cm she thought. We discussed the risks, and my main concern was the link to pre-term labor in future pregnancies, but after a long discussion and desperation, and trying to avoid AROM and higher pitocin, we went ahead with the foley. Getting the foley placed was PAINFUL! I hate the speculum with a passion and the foley blowing up was just the weirdest feeling (basically it felt like a dislodged tampon!). At this point the time things happened becomes a bit of a blurr. I was getting REALLY stressed out with my nurse (and my BP reflected it) I know I ordered a fruit and cheese tray and some apple juice for lunch, but I never ate it! (It came in handy for Sam later though)
At 12:00PM Heather came back to check me and see if the foley had done its job. She said the foley would just fall out, but it got lodged in my vagina and never came out – but it made me dilate to 4cm! Yay! I was still only 50% effaced and Brylie was at -1 station. Silly me actually thought it wouldn’t be long! Her head was now on my cervix, I was contracting steadily, the pitocin was still under 20, things were going pretty smoothly… and then Brylie started showing signs of distress.
Around 2:15PM Heather suggested breaking my bag (even though I was so against it) because I just wasn’t progressing despite having really painful contractions, being up and moving around (as much as my nurse would allow it, she nagged us constantly!) and Brylie was still showing signs of distress (Her heartrate was dipping into the 60’s about every 7 contractions and they were so close together she wasn’t recovering as quickly as she should have). I was exhausted already and only at 4cm so I agreed to the amniotomy after a long discussion, and we finally agreed the benefits at this point outweighed the risks. My biggest concern was obviously cord prolapse, and losing that pressure on my cervix. Heather did say if I didn’t want her to do it she wouldn’t so I asked her if I was her daughter what would she do to keep her from having an emergency c-section. She said absolutely she would break the bag. I trust Heather enough and right when we were discussing it, Brylie had a pretty deep decelerations – at into the 50’s. Heather also promised it wouldn’t put me on a clock of having to have Brylie within 24 hours. She didn’t believe in 24 hours meaning automatic c-section in any situation and she would monitor me with temperature checks, and I was already on antibiotics for GBS so she said that was good. We broke the waters and my contractions intensified almost immediately. Fortunately my water was clear and there were no signs of meconium! She checked me 20minutes later (per my request) and I was at 6cm already! My contractions got really bad at this point – and thank God for Sam because all he did the entire time I was in labor was rub my sacrum. Angee REALLY wanted me to stay in bed now, because I had so much water (my level was at 23.4 at my NST the day before) and when I asked to sit on the birth ball for awhile she pitched a fit. Thank GOD for Sam because he went and got the ball himself, put the pad on it and there I sat for about 20 minutes. I really don’t see what the problem was with me wanting to sit on it, because the other time of my labor I sat on the toilet which required I got off the monitors (that really pissed Angee off) and at least when I was on the ball I could still have the monitors on.
I asked for a new nurse, which really pissed her off. I didn’t get one though!
I was having HORRIBLE back labor – I did everything I could to get Brylie out of the sunny side up position while in bed, but we all know how well that works. Finally I got on my hands and knees on the floor and then I started to cry because it hurt so bad where the IV was in my hand – and Angee pretty much laughed at me right then.
This is the first time the discussion of pain meds came up. Heather pretty much ignored any request I made to go over my options (Per my birth plan) and was incredibly supportive, but Angee kept telling me an epidural would help me relax enough to dilate the rest of the way and there was no shame in giving in. Sam was getting really REALLY angry. He was fantastic – he unstrapped the monitors from my stomach, grabbed my IV stand, and lead me into the bathroom to continue laboring on the toilet. He closed the door and stood in front of it so she couldn’t come in. I have never been more in love with him in my life.
I seemed to find my greatest relief on the toilet. It was excruciating because ALL I wanted was to get in the tub, but because of being on Magnesium I was not permitted to use any hydrotherapy. I found that to be incredibly stressful, and I believe part of that stress coupled with my nurse telling me over and over again to get back into bed and lay on my left side is why I wasn’t progressing as quickly as I otherwise might have.
Things were starting to get really bad – I even punched my poor husband in the face during a contraction once because he simply told me to relax my face.
I can’t believe I hadn’t caved for an epidural at this point. I totally wanted it, I won’t lie. It just seemed like the easy thing to do!
I had to be on constant external fetal monitoring and I kept saying I had to go to the bathroom (Which to be honest I did have to pee a TON due to all the water I was drinking, plus being on Saline, plus juice) so I could get off the monitors (which weren’t doing their job anyway, Brylie kept coming off them and my contractions weren’t registering). It felt soo good to sit on the toilet because it took so much pressure off my back. All I wanted to do was take a shower, but no one would let me because of being on Magensium for so long.
I started to get really hungry so I asked Heather if I could eat some of my fruit and cheese from earlier and she said no (They were starting to get concerned about the possibility of a c-section because of Brylie’s heart rate – it had been in the 30’s twice at this point), but she did let me have a popsicle. I’ll never forget – she asked me what flavors I didn’t like and I said orange or yellow and she brought me a purple one. I forgot how much I hate purple popsicles, but I ate it and I was really surprised how full I felt and I didn’t even finish the thing!
I know several hours passed of hard labor, but I can’t remember anything until about 6:30 (I think I got the popsicle around 3:30 or 4:00)
I was really starting to get exhausted about this time, and I was WATCHING the clock for the time when my nurse Dana from overnight got back. She was supposed to come on at 7:00PM but came in early to check on me at 6:00PM or so. I just wanted to rest so I got back into bed. This was about 6:30PM, and Brylie was not doing well. Her heart rate was dropping down before a contraction into the 50’s and not coming back up. My contractions were clustering at this point – I would have two 60 second long contractions (5 seconds between them) and then a 60 second break before the next cluster. I got into bed because I started to feel really weak (this part of labor is kind of a blur to both Sam and I because there was so much going on, and I was OUT of it) All I remember two nurses coming over and flipping me onto my left side and strapping oxygen to my face. I remember being afraid of the purple smurf type people dancing on the floor by Heather while she read the strip, but being afraid to really say anything about it because I didn’t want anyone to think I was crazy. I don’t remember much else other than hearing Heather say the words emergency c-section. I was so out of it at that point that I didn’t care at all. Fortunately after about 20 minutes on my left side (I slept most of this time too I think) Brylie started doing a lot better. She kept coming off the external monitors so Heather said they were going to put internals on. (They are like little fish hooks that screw into her skull) and she assured me they wouldn’t and she even screwed one into her own skull to at one point in her career to see if they hurt. My contractions weren’t registering either anymore so they screwed one into my uterus (That hurt!). She checked me again at that point and I was still 50% effaced and 6cm dilated. Brylie had moved back to -3 station though!
About 8:00PM they turned off the pitocin for about 20 minutes because I was having such horrible clustering contractions and I needed a break. I was getting really concerned of turning into a class “Pit to distress c-section” and my midwife was great. She agreed it was getting to be too much at that point. I was walking around talking and laughing for that 20 minutes and when Dana came in to turn it on again I started sobbing and begging for “just one more minute with it off”. I think this is when I started to enter Transition because just the thought of the Pitocin being back on made me want to die. I was seriously battling myself internally to NOT get the candy. I wanted something sooo badly, but I was embarrassed to admit it. Dana was such a great nurse, and had had three natural child births and that kept me going – she said she had never been induced, though and she had only seen one other successful pain med free induction. I told her I wanted nothing more than to say, “screw it” because…I need SOMETHING - I didn’t care what it was at that point – Epidural, c-section, hysterectomy, Stadol…anything to put an end to these God forsaken Pitocin contractions. To this day, I am amazed that I did not get anything. Thank God for being stubborn, I guess!
Heather checked me after they turned it back on and I was still 6cm, but I had made it to 70% effaced, but Brylie was still at -3 station. Brylie just wasn’t dropping and I was trying so hard to get her out of the posterior position because I couldn’t hardly handle the horrible back labor I was having. I was starting to lose my composure at this point, but thank God for my nurse, Dana. She had me get in a modified hands and knees position on the bed. She put the bed all the way up and I got on my knees and hugged the elevated part of the bed. This made the contractions really pick up! I stayed in this position for about 20 minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore. I got back out of bed and tried sitting on the birthing ball – but that was worse than any pain I had felt this entire process. I only stayed there for about 5 minutes this time. It was about 8:30 at this point and I am pretty sure I was in full on Transition because I started feeling like I couldn’t do it anymore, and I made Dana call Heather back in. I was not being reasonable, I was cussing at Sam, did NOT want him to touch me, but if he didn’t touch me I would get angry. He rubbed my back exactly how I told him to but I would just holler at him that he was making it worse and to get his hands off me. Poor guy, he endured so much during this process! No sleep, no food, no bathroom breaks, and a wife who at the time was so unappreciative!
I asked Heather at what point do you just say “I can’t do this anymore, I need some candy?” and she was so great – she kept saying “let’s get through the next contraction and then we’ll talk about your options”. She asked me what I wanted and I said “not the epidural, but I want something to help me sleep”. (She had stated she didn’t think I would even be pushing until at least midnight.) She gave me two options – she said I could get the drugs which would confine me to a bed or I could get up and try some pelvic rocks to see if that got things progressing. She said “I can tell you which one is going to work better, but it’s your decision.” I opted for pelvic rocks because I knew being out of bed was the best thing to do to help myself. I rocked for about 15 contractions and then I couldn’t take it. I told Dana I wanted Stadol. I wanted just Ĺ the normal dose, just to be drunk enough that I really didn’t care anymore. I had caved because all I wanted was some SLEEP. Sam and I had both been up for almost 30 hours at this point – with the exception of the 2 hours we slept overnight and my few “naps” throughout labor.
I had so much self doubt and nothing was helping! No one could reason with me! I knew in my heart I did NOT want any drugs and I planned on telling Dana just to hold onto them for awhile once she got back into my room – it was reassuring just to know that they were in the room! I wanted to try to make it until the next time Heather came to check me to see if I had progressed, and if I had then I would forget the Stadol.
This was at 9:50PM. Heather came in and checked me before she would sign the order and I was still 70% effaced, 6cm dilated, Brylie was at -2 station. I started crying and I was like “I haven’t even made it to 75% effaced?” She said no that it would probably still be awhile – but she was really trying to talk me out of anything. She said the drugs wouldn’t take the edge off, but they could result in a c-section. But I was adamant. There was no way I could go on anymore. I was heartbroken, exhausted, and I felt like I was dying. I felt like a failure because I was sure there had been a small change, which would have been the motivation to keep me going without anything.
Since nothing had, I told her I wanted the Stadol. I had been at 6cm for hours and I couldn’t take it anymore – I didn’t know how I would have the energy to get through second stage if I didn’t get some sleep. I got up to go pee about 9:55 (While Dana was trying to talk me out of the Stadol, I hadn’t been given anything yet). I told her I knew I had failed myself and as soon as the drugs were in I would fail Brylie but that even in Bradley class we learned that there was a line that once it was crossed, you had to raise the white flag give into the candy. Sam was really upset by this because he knew the dangers of IV narcotics and fetal heart rate – and Brylie was already having dangerous decels – but he never said anything until a few weeks later. Dana left me and Sam in the bathroom to do our business and as soon as I sat down on the toilet I started pooping (TMI!) (I wasn’t trying to poo, and I wasn’t pushing it along) and screaming for Dana! I felt like Brylie was going to fall into the toilet. She came running in (Stadol in hand) and was told me to calm down. I never believed women when they said they just knew it was time, but holy cow! Dana said Brylie was probably just finally dropping down and since I was so exhausted it felt more intense. I was sitting on the toilet and I said “CHECK ME” so she did. She stood up, and told me to “STAND UP, and DO NOT PUSH!”. She checked me again while I was standing and looked at Sam and said “GET HER *** IN THE BED!” (She later told me she could feel the sutures of Brylie’s head (where the bones meet…and she had NEVER been able to feel that before, and she could literally feel Brylie dropping) and went running out of my room 911’ing Heather (She was with a woman who was at 9cm getting ready to have her 4th child). Dana and three other nurses came running in and I was really irrational at this point – I thought no one would be there to catch my baby. A nurse named Erica grabbed my knees and started telling me to calm down, and if I felt like I needed to push then to push. I refused to push until Heather got there and I was starting to get anxious. (It only took about a minute for Heather to get in there) Thankfully Sam started to lead me into deep breaths which got me calmed down enough to plan on pushing on the next contraction.
All of a sudden I had so much energy and I was READY to go! Heather walked in and threw her hands in the air and cheered “PUSH GIRL PUSH!”. She took her coat off and I asked her what she was doing and she said “Pffft I’m not going to get my coat dirty!”, gloved up and sat down and I remember her pumping me up. I was talking too much and she was like “GET PISSED AT THIS LITTLE GIRL AND PUSH HER OUT!”
During crowning I yelled, “HEATHER! GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF MY ***!!!!” I really believed she was playing some sick joke on me! I have a good sense of humor, but sheesh! Heather held both her hands up and laughed and said “Chels, I’m not touching you! That’s Brylie’s head! Push through that! PUSH!” They told me to reach down and touch her head and when I did she sucked back in me which really freaked me out! So, on the next push I asked Heather if I was pooping on her. She laughed at me and said “No, but if you were I would just smear it for you to find later!...STOP TALKING AND PUSH!!” I started laughing hysterically. Heather looked back at the nurses and said “This is why I love this girl, even during the ring of fire she laughs and smiles!” Then all of a sudden the monitors started going off like crazy and I saw Dana slap the NICU call button. Heather told me I didn’t have time to wait for the next contraction and if I wanted my baby alive I had to push and push now. Heather asked Sam if he wanted to cut the cord, he said yes but we planned on waiting until it stopped pulsing. She said “Sorry Sam you DON’T have time to wait for that. As soon as she is out, you cut that cord!”. I pushed with all I had and I felt Heather literally rip her out of me. It wasn’t painful or anything, but it was a very surreal moment - Sam said she grabbed her by the neck and literally tore her from me. I saw Heather’s face and it was sheer panic. I watched Sam cut the cord, Heather set Brylie on me for 2 seconds – and she looked exactly the same as my mom did at her funeral – grey, lifeless, and eerie. At that moment, I totally detached myself from my daughter because I didn’t want to love someone who wasn’t alive.
The cord had been wrapped very loosely around her neck (Which Heather explained can a lot of times be worse than a tightly wrapped cord because it acts as a noose) and the internal monitor cords were also wrapped around her neck. Dana picked her up and sprinted into the Transition Room (it’s where the NICU team comes to take them, it has like a crash cart and things like that in there). Heather told Erica to drop all the pitocin that was left into me and the placenta came right away. I remember asking if Brylie was okay and no one would answer me. Sam was with her and I could see his face was transparent he was so pale. I stopped asking at that moment if she was okay, because I was scared. Instead I started telling Heather how much the placenta grossed me out and that I didn’t want to see it. I also wanted to know how badly I tore, if at all because I wasn’t in any pain.
Heather told me I had two small tears that was caused by her ripping Brylie out – one small stitch.I asked her if I REALLY needed the stitch, and she tried to let it stop bleeding on it’s own, but it never did. I had heard getting stitched up hurts, but I felt nothing. I think I was numb from the whole situation. However, I was really surprised I hadn’t torn worse because Brylie came so fast and she was out in 5 pushes, I thought I would tear a lot worse, considering she was literally ripped from my body! And I didn’t do kegals but maybe once a month or so when I remembered!
Finally after what seemed like forever (it ended up being about 6 minutes) I heard Brylie start screaming – and oh what a glorious scream it was! I started sobbing when I heard it, and the colorwent back into Sam’s face!
The NICU team came in and said they weren’t going to take her!! I was scared, but really relieved no one would take her. They finally weighed her and measured her and let us see her. I couldn’t hold her because I was shaking soo badly – huge, jerky shakes that didn’t go completely away for almost 2 hours. Heather said it was a combo of hormones, Magnesium, and not eating in over 24 hours. I tried to nurse her immediately but because of the shaking I couldn’t., and she wasn’t interested yet.
Sam got to hold her right away and did a lot of skin to skin so that made me feel better, but she ended up having to go back into the warmer because she wasn’t maintaining her body temp even with skin to skin. She never left our room though and they wheeled the warmer to right outside the bathroom and I took a shower. I don’t think a shower has ever felt so amazing to me in my life. I was sweaty and dirty. I took a really fast shower though because I needed to be with my baby. I couldn’t believe how much I loved her. I could see her from the shower and I stared at her and she just laid there so perfectly while her daddy stroked her head. I came out and got to nurse her again, and this time she took to it like a champion! While I nursed her my nurse ordered me some food and by the time it got there, Brylie was done eating and I just held her on my skin and ate and ate and ate. I was so hungry! Sam never left my side, and the start of our family had begun. It was a really beautiful moment. You never realize that part of your heart is missing, until the missing piece is in place. I have never loved anything more than that moment. We were so in love we didn’t even have the sense to take pictures! (regrettably!)
After 30 hours of mayhem my whole world changed! I was maxed out on Pitocin for over 12 hours (Maxed out being 26 which is the highest the OB would allow my midwife to take it) It was so worth it!! Without a doubt, it was the most amazing experience of my life. It was really really difficult to do natural - especially since I was on Magensium I was being constantly monitored by several OB's who kept telling me having an epidural would make me soo much more comfortable, and blah blah blah! The anesthesiologist also came in twice just to make sure I 'Knew" I could have an epi at anytime!
Heather asked me how I felt after she stitched me and I guess my response was “Let’s do it again!” and someday, we will!

Hunter Samuel
May 2, 2011
8lb2oz, 21 inches

Friday, April 29th we had our 40w1d appt with our CNM (Heather). Of course the main topic was if I was having any signs of labor. I was absolutely NOT. Not even a Braxton hick contraction. (I was fine with this, I was blessed with another easy pregnancy) and I was really hoping to go until at least May 4th, because that’s when Heather’s hospital delivery privileges kicked back in. It was a very uneventful appointment and we were happily scheduled to come back May 5th for a 41w appt and NST.
Sam and I went home and had a very normal night…but around 10PM I started feeling very “nesty” so I cleaned the kitchen, washed Brylie’s diapers, and picked up our bedroom and cleaned the bathroom. I went to bed around 1:00AM and woke up at 2:00AM thinking I had a dream that I had a contraction. I got up to pee and noticed I was having some weird pain, and then at 2:05AM I definitely had a contraction…and then at 2:10AM I had another contraction. Hmmm??? This went on like clockwork until 6:00AM. At 6:00AM the contractions were spaced to about 12-15 minutes. I also had my first and only bout of bloody show at 6:00AM.
Sam had left at 5:30AM to go feed cattle, so he could be back when Brylie woke up and help me with her. (I was having to really focus through the contractions. They were lasting anywhere from 40-55 seconds). Sam got home around 7:30 to be up with Brylie, and he made me some scrambled eggs. Sam took Brylie to her grandparents house so I could try to rest/labor .
Sam and Brylie got back home around 12:30PM and I was still contracting about every 8 minutes, so we decided to pack our hospital bags and head toward the city to walk the strip mall or something. We got ready to leave around 2:30PM and I decided to try pumping before we left. I pumped for about 10 minutes and got 3 really strong contractions, so I decided to see if that would continue or what. I figured if those were the only 3, Bebo just wasn’t ready yet and we left for the city.
The ride down was not fun. We live in the country and our gravel road..whoa was that a contraction inducing ľ mile. The highway wasn’t much better.
So we got to Omaha around 4:00PM (it usually doesn’t take that long, but Sam had to stop on the way down a few times so I could work through a contraction, they were coming every 4-6 minutes at that point and lasting 45 seconds or so. We decided to way out to west Omaha adding about another 40 minutes to the drive. We ate hu hot (where I tried spicy food, but I hate spicy food and just couldn’t handle it) and then went to the mall to walk. I walked nonstop from 6PM-930PM and my contractions almost entirely STOPPED! What the heck?!! Discouraged we headed back home.
The car ride home was not any better than the car ride down. I was really contracting like crazy…roughly every 4 minutes at this point and they were lasting just under 60 seconds. I figured we would be heading down to the city sometime in the night. Around 11PM I took 2 tylenol PM and decided to try to rest and see what happened. I had no problems falling asleep and I slept like a rock until 3AM when I was woken up by a REALLY strong contraction. I had to almost moan through it! Five minutes later, the same thing. I woke Sam up and he stayed up with me until about 5AM and wouldn’t you know it, my contractions spaced out again to about 11-13 minutes apart. Sam and I hung out in bed, trying to sleep but I think we were both pretty anxious about what the day would bring.
Brylie woke up at 7:00AM and we decided to snuggle with her as much as possible because we both believed it would be our last chance to snuggle her as an “only” child. It was a very surreal moment…just laying there with the little family I’d spent the last 20 months with knowing that any day the family (and love) would be growing.
So once again, Sam got up and went to feed cattle and Brylie and I spent the morning watching a movie together…and I was definitely contracting. They were coming about every 6 minutes and lasting 50 seconds – like clock work.
I’ll never forget…during a really intense contraction I was leaning against the wall and rocking my hips and Brylie came over and did the same thing. It was so sweet! (Much sweeter than the contraction where she ran up to me and hit my belly three times saying MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!!) ☺
Sam got home I think around 11:00AM. We decided to page Heather and just ask her what she thought about the long, slow labor. (We also called our Bradley instructor just to get her opinion, as well as our doula). Heather told me that I needed to have sex with Sam…I told her she was NUTS. There is no way I was having sex when I was contracting every 5 minutes. She suggested nipple stim, rest, and said if I was really desperate I could go in to L&D and get checked and see if AROM would be an option…or if I was REALLY desperate, I could try castor oil. I told her I was definitely not to the point of AROM or Castor oil.
We decided to head down for brunch. I can’t explain to you how delicious brunch was but how absolutely miserable sitting there was. I was contracting like clock work…every 3 minutes and the shortest one was 45 seconds.
So we decided to go to target and walk….my contractions STOPPED! Again! I was so discouraged.
I told Sam there was no way in HELL I was going back home until this baby was born because the car ride was so painful. We decided checking in to the hotel right across the street from the hospital was going to be our best option. I took 2 more Tylenol PM and Sam and Brylie went to Cabellas (Bry got her first fishing rod!) I slept for about 2 Ĺ hours and Sam and B got back and we decided to call Kristen (our doula) and figure out what to do. During the time I was sleeping, I was woken up every 10 minutes (like clockwork again) and had to kind of moan through contractions. I was glad I was alone because I felt like I was really getting somewhere.
I decided to try talking to the baby during contractions and telling him it was okay to come out and that he didn’t have to wait until May 4th. If he was ready, we were ready. It seemed to help a LOT. My contractions were the most intense they’d been when I would talk to him. I definitely had to focus but they were still 10 minutes apart.
By now it was probably about 8:00PM on Sunday night. About this time Sam’s mom showed up with a few things we’d forgotten at home and Kristen showed up to discuss the situation. I think Kristen could see I was discouraged. She brought a rebozo with her and showed Sam how to use it on my belly and she showed me some positions to try to encourage things. It was a pretty unanimous decision at this point that Bebo was in a bad position and that’s why labor just wasn’t kicking in. I told Kristen I was going to try pumping again, but she didn’t think it was a good idea. She reminded me that while natural augmentations are better than medical augmentations, and have a time and a place, they still mess with the natural process and there was usually a reason why labor wasn’t kicking in. She told me to drink some wine and try to sleep. We were going to hold of the rebozo until morning as well so I could try to rest. I told Kristen that Sam and I had talked about going in
Around 9PM Sam and I decided to get some dinner (bad parenting moment!) and headed to Applebees. During dinner my contractions started coming about every 3 minutes and I think I freaked our waiter out, because he stopped coming to the table and would ask us if we needed anything from quite a ways away! Haha ☺
We left applebees and I told Sam I wanted to get me some earbuds for my iPod and a yoga ball so he went in to wal mart and I stayed in the car thinking my contractions would continue on the 3 minute pattern (walking fizzed them out, car rides and restaurants intensified them). No such luck…they fizzed out to 10 minutes apart again.
I had given up at that point and decided that I was going to make an appt. with Heather in the morning and see where I was and what was going on in there. I had pretty much decided that I was going to ask for the foley bulb if I was less than 4cm (I was pretty sure I was MAYBE 2cm at this point) I was just so mentally exhausted. I wanted either hard labor to kick in, or the prodromal to just go the heck away! I remember I kept telling Sam I never thought “spontaneous” labor would be more challenging than Brylie’s induction.
We got back to the hotel around 11:00PM and Sam got Brylie in her pack and play and I stayed in the car hoping contractions would kick back in…and prayed and talked to the baby and told him it was okay to come out if he was ready, but if he wasn’t could he please give mommy a break so I could rest and be ready to bond with him once he was out here.
My contractions spaced out to about 15 minutes apart at this point.
I went in to the room and got in to bed and just cried to Sam and asked him just to lay with me for awhile (our room had 2 full size beds so we planned on sleeping separately to be more comfortable). I had a contraction while we were laying there that was painful. I hadn’t had many that I would have described as painful so I got annoyed. Prodromal labor and now it was going to be painful??? Sigh.
10 minutes later another painful contraction. This 10 minute pattern kept up all night long and I had to have Sam help me work through the pain for the first time the whole labor. I decided in my head that the baby was going to be born on Wednesday around 2:00AM and I would need Kristen and Sam all day Monday and Tuesday, so we didn’t call Kristen that night so everyone could rest.
Around 5:30AM I had a contraction that started Sam and he woke Brylie up because he was moving around so loudly. Brylie was screaming and I decided to get in the shower to get away from the noise. The shower felt more amazing than I could ever describe…my pain was instantly gone.
I started feeling this weird pressure that came about every 30 seconds (or so it seemed, I wasn’t timing anything at all) so I got excited and thought that Bebo was finally changing positions!
Sometime around 6:00AM I yelled for Sam and said I thought he needed to call Kristen and Heather and get ready to go to the hospital. Heather said she would call the hospital and let them know we were on our way and she would call Dr. Finley. Sam also called Katina (our birth photographer) so everyone would be there A few minutes later I yelled at Sam to come back in and I started crying and I was like WE DON’T HAVE ANYONE TO WATCH BRYLIE!!! And then I kind of looked at him and sobbed and said “I think I’m in transition?!” and he was like “you’re past that, I have to call heather” and took off out of the bathroom. I turned the shower off and realized I needed to push! It took all my effort to get out of the shower and hobble over to Sam. I told him to tell Heather I was having this baby in the hotel and she needed to come there NOW. I heard her tell Sam that he HAD to get me to the hospital no matter what, or she would tell sam what to do over the phone. (CNM attended home birth is illegal in NE & heather had just announced she was opening a free standing birth center and couldn't put her license in jeopardy) I opted for the hospital purely because it seemed easier than having to explain to the hotel manager what happened in our room! Sam helped me find a shirt to put on and got me in my pants (Im sure that was cute, walking around the hotel in an almost transparent pink shirt and yoga pants, haha!!) and he ran out of the hotel to pull the suburban around. I somehow managed to hobble out the front door (Sam pulled the suburban around to the SIDE door of the hotel so I was screaming his name and trying to run to the suburban!)
Sam lifted me up into the hatch of the suburban and we got on our way to the hospital . I rode on hands and knees and I remember telling Sam I had to push and he was like “try not to get blood on the carpet back there!” and Brylie laughed and clapped with such delight and said “YAY MOMMY!!!”.
We pulled up to the stop light and I had the most intense urge to push and I was begging Sam to run the light but there was morning traffic and it was a busy intersection, so obviously he couldn’t do that. I remember thinking that I would KILL someone if we got to the hospital and they told me I was only 3 centimeters because I felt like I was going to poop out a toddler at this point. I also laughed to myself because I was wondering what the car behind us at this very busy intersection of Bellevue, NE must think of the lady with the uncombed, messy, wet shower hair is doing in the back of this filthy dirt road lived Suburban on her hands and knees at 6:30 in the morning on a Monday. What a way for that poor man to start his week! Finally the light changed and we got to the hospital. Sam parked on the sidewalk (right smack dab in front of the door, im surprised he didn't get towed!) of the ER, grabbed Brylie and opened the hatch so I could get out (that was awful, by the way). I walked in to the ER and the clerk was like “good morning, how may I help you today?” and I was like “Well, I’m going to have a baby” (I was not calm) and he was like “oh, are you here for an induction?” and I was like “No, I’m pushing right now!” and he was like “ohhh” and hit a button and 3 nurses came running around the corner with a wheelchair.
The first nurse was like “Good morning ma’am we’re going to need you to sit down here and we’ll take you upstairs!” . I was dumbfounded. Was this chick serious?? I remember asking her “What kind of freak show is this!? I can’t sit down!” and she was like “you have to” so I sat on my knees and said “GO” they were like “You have to sit on your bottom, Miss” and I was like “IM PUSHING” … boy they took off then!
We got up to the room and the nurses were waiting for me. I immediately said FILL THE TUB!! One nurse said “honey, we can’t deliver in the tub.” I told her Dr. Finley said it was fine and as soon as I said that, another nurse was in the bathroom running the water.
I hobbled over to the bed and said “I’m guna push!” a nurse asked if she could check me and I said “Why? I have to push!” She checked me (and I looked at the clock, it was about 6:45AM) and said “I am pretty sure you’re complete, but I can’t feel much from this angle”
Someone asked me when my water had broken and I said it never did that I was aware of, but apparently it had at some point.
They proceeded to look for fetal heart tones (they found either mine or the baby’s and it was 90, so I assume it was mine) and I told them to get that thing off my belly.
About this time I asked Sam if he had the camera and he said “oh ****! No! DON’T YOU DARE HAVE THAT BABY YET” and took off out the door to go back to the car to get the camera…so there I waited, fighting the urge to push AGAIN!
A nurse told me that Dr. Finley wasn’t there yet and did I care if Pam delivered. I said “Who the hell is Pam?!!” and one of the midwives from the office we previously went to was like “Me Chelsea!” and I was like “Oh I Really don’t care, I just have to push…can I get in the tub yet?!” The nurse yelled it wasn’t full enough yet and I was just done – I climbed on the bed and laid on my side and started pushing…Sam (and my doula) walked in about that time (Heather had been there for awhile, I’m not sure how long, but she was sitting on the couch with Brylie) and then I decided being on my side was awful and got onto my hands and knees. About that time Kristen asked Sam if he wanted to catch the baby (We’d decided if I didn’t do a tub delivery that Sam maybe wanted to catch) and Sam said he did. I pushed once and it felt completely unproductive, which discouraged me. After this first push the midwife delivering asked me if I was GBS negative…which was hilarious to me. Did it matter at that point? I was GBS negative but I yelled “Pam! I better not freaking be here long enough to get antibiotics!!” Everyone laughed and hung out for a few minutes (it seemed like hours) until I had another urge to push…and I pushed so hard. I felt the baby move down and kind of start to come out, but then the urge was gone again. Another urge came (it seemed like hours again) and I felt his head crown…and I just decided to push with all I had to get it out. (probably wasn’t the best idea, since I tore but I couldn’t wait to have my baby!) So I pushed so hard I screamed and I felt his head pop out and I waited a second and pushed out the rest of his body right into his daddy’s hands! Sam yelled IT’S A BOY and someone handed him to me between my legs. I just sat there and all I said was “I think you’re smaller than your sister was!” I sat there for a good while, trying to figure out how to turn around without falling off the bed.
Dr. Finley came in about that time and told me congratulations and helped me turn around so I could really see my baby. I just held him and kissed him and Dr. Finley told me the cord had stopped pulsating, had me feel it for myself (it didn’t take long at all, maybe 10 minutes at the most?) and then Sam cut the cord.
I told the nurses “Someone weigh this baby, I have to know how much he weighs!” When they told me 8.2# I didn’t believe them at all. He just seemed so tiny! Dr. Finely checked me for tears during this time (I remember asking if I could have the epidural now, because it hurt so badly)..He told me I had one tear that could use 1-2 stitches. I asked if we could wait to see if it stopped bleeding on its own and avoid stitches, and he was fine with it. Heather came over and looked and told me about how big it was and said it was probably fine not to stitch it. During this time I demanded my baby back and Dr. Finley was like “What are you guys doing over there? MOM WANTS BABY” … I had little Boy Kenkel in my hands within seconds. ☺

I held him for hours totally naked. I think he was roughly 6 hours old when we put his first diaper on him and we did the infant breast crawl to initiate nursing (totally cool). We declined all newborn procedures and circumcision and have just been loving on this little man ever since!
Hunter was also born with the cord around his neck and the cord had a true knot in it! There are pictures of it, but I can’t find my USB and I haven’t seen the pictures the other people took yet. I will share them soon!

Maverick Jude
December 9, 2013
5:20PM 8lb3oz 20.5"
Hospital water birth
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December 9, 2013
5:20PM 8lb3oz 20.5"
Hospital water birth

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I just loved reading all of these. With each one, I felt like I was right there. Such amazing moments.
I have had six births so I will tell you about the birth of my sixth child, Emma Marie.

We had tried to conceive Emma for the seven months immediately following the birth of our daughter Lillian. I began to think something was wrong, when on January 1, 2011 I got a BFP. We were overjoyed. I quickly did the math and realized that my due date was actually one of my favorite days, September 19. I lost my mom, my best friend even to this day in 2007 and September 19th is her birthday!
On September 14, 2011 I woke at about 5am with Lillian while my other four children were still asleep. School had started the previous weeks and suddenly my early birds were late sleepers. So it was a little after 5 and Lillian and I go downstairs to begin our morning. I was sitting in a chair while she had her bottle and I felt this crampiness wash over my belly. I had been having Braxton hicks for many weeks now, but this time, the tightening was accompanied by some discomfort. I thought little of it, but kept it in the back of my mind. About an hour later, it happened again. Only this time it was a bit more intense in feeling, but still not much to speak of. My other children were all awake now and we were getting ready for the school day. I continued to have these mildly uncomfortably "Braxton hicks" contractions for the entire time I prepared the kids and took them to school. I had read on JM that several things could aid in the jumpstart of labor. Pineapple, walking, and Evening Primrose Oil. I had purchased the EPO capsules at Walmart two days prior but was nervous to take them. After I took the kids to school, I stopped by the grocery store to grab some pineapple and to walk around indoors a bit as it was very warm outside being so early in September. My Lilly and I wandered the store for about an hour then we went home. I ate a good amount of pineapple and put Lilly in for a nap. While she was napping, I began to feel more "contractions" although there was not steady pattern to time or pain index. I jumped on JM and did more reading on EPO followed by an extensive Google search on the same topic. After about an hour, and about 3 more slightly painful contractions, I decided I would try the EPO. I would only take one instead of the two It stated to take. I sat there...waiting, waiting, waiting....no real change after about an hour with the same lingering contraction/crampiness. So I took the second capsule. By now Lilly is awake and its about 12ish (noon). We go about our lunch time and I eat the rest of the pineapple, so by this point I have consumed almost an entire pineapple. Somewhere around 1pm, I notice a stronger, more intense contraction, still only about a 2 on the pain scale of 10. Then I have another 10 minutes later, then another, then another. I had a contraction literally every 10-12 minutes from 1pm until about 8pm. Dinner with the kids was busy and the daytime routine was crazy. Finally at 8pm, I told all the kids it was bedtime. I needed to sleep. All the counting and wondering and the usual daytime craziness was taking its toll and I needed to just lay down with my body pillow and relax. Meanwhile my husband is at work and aware of the 10 minute pattern. I assured him if anything changed I would call him immediately. He works 45 minutes from our house, but Ironically, he works within 10 minutes from our hospital. So I shower and lay in bed at about 8:45 to just relax. At about 9pm I get hit out of nowhere with this all out contraction known only to the world of Pitocin! What the hell was that?! So I just laid there, with my contraction timer on my laptop running..... one minute, two minutes, three......then 8! Boom another contraction, although not as painful. Then again 8 minutes, then again 8 minutes and this continued until about 10. Then as the contraction timer is counting its way up to 8 minutes, a contraction comes at 6 minutes. Painful and long. I wait. Again, another 6 minutes, painful and long. I call my husband at work and tell him that it MIGHT be time to come home now. Not only is it painful, but the time is getting closer together. I then call my Mother in law and my husbands grandmother who are coming to sit with the kids while we go to the hospital for a checkup. Now its about 11pm. Still going strong but now we are at 5 minutes apart. more pain, more pain...but manageable. I go downstairs to wait for my MIL and husbands grandmother, whom we call Nana. I hear this god awful sound from my front porch and find my MIL and Nana coming in, with MIL supporting Nana who is limping! I am now contracting every 4 minutes and the pain is intensifying although I can still speak through contractions. What happened to Nana? She was rushing down the stairs of her condo to come to my house and when MIL got there she was laid out on the outside stairs...broken foot! Now I am in labor...all out pain and Nana is in the recliner with a broken foot and hubby isn't home yet! I call him and he is 5 minutes out. Thank God because I am in pain, can't really speak through the contractions any longer and the hospital is 45 minutes away. Not to mention Nana is broken! OMG!! What do we do. So I call the midwife and tell her that the contractions are closer and we will be in as soon as possible. I tell her about Nana and she assures me that Nana will be ok until morning with Ice and elevation. She can't leave...I am in Labor!!!!! DH arrives home...THANK GOD! I am READY to go. Then she says "babe I neeeeeed a shower just in case this drags out. I have to wake myself up to be fresh for this." WHAT???? I am gonna have this kid here and now! He opts to shower anyway. lol...men! So while he showers, I am literally holding on to the walls, the chairs, anything that can support me as I breath through these contractions wich are now 3 minutes apart and all in my back. DH come out of the shower, gets dressed and we get in the car. Nana is ok and comfy for now. We start driving and now the contractions are every 2 minutes lasting a minute to a minute and a half each. There is no relief.!!! We are 40 minutes away! I tell DH to hit the gas or he will be delivering this baby on Interstate 495! It is now about 1ish. He flies to the hospital and I struggle thourhg the entire ride. We get there and I get out of the car. The main entrance is 10 feet away and I had to stop literally 3 times before I could get in the door. We go directly to labor and delivery. They check me and I am now 6-7cm. I thought...NO WAY! That's it! I am dying over here with this back labor. I still have that much more. Sweet Jesus SAve me! I get in to our labor room an and attempt to lay back. No way that is happening. My back is breaking in two...perfect time to insert the IV....HOLY HELL!! My midwife comes in again and rechecks me. This is only from the first check 10 minutes before. I am now 8cm and the baby is facing up...hence the back labor. She tells me she is going to go and get some things prepared. She would be back in about half hour. As she walks out I feel this immense pressure in my backside and I NEEED to push. I tell DH and he yells for her to come back in. She runs in, takes a quick look and there is baby's head crowning! She gets suited up ASAP and tells me to breathe through the contractions until she is ready because this baby is coming out without me pushing. She if finally ready and I give a good push...then another,...then another. The head is out! Then one last push and .....Emma Marie is born at 3:34am 9/15/11. THe pain was instantly gone and I was instantly in LOVE with this gorgeous little bundle. It all seemed to happen so fast, and I think the EPO was the culprit. I love labor and delivery. It was painful, but so worth it in the end. By the way, Nanas foot was in fact broken. She went to the hospital the next day and she was all casted up! She now calls Emma by a nickname: Emma the Dilemma.
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Baby Girl Anastasia is my Rainbow!! Diagnosed with T21...
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June 20th, 2013, 12:54 PM
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Unfortunately I didn't write one out w/ David, but I have copied and past Jaidon's from my previous DDC...another Mom from my DDC club wrote the first part for me. I wrote my part in pink.

She arrived at the hosptial last night around 9pm. She was having painful contractions so they gave her medication to relax her and let her sleep thru the night. Around 9am they broke her water and started her on pitocin. She began to contract harder and around 130pm the nurses told her to begin pushing but Jaidon came down alot faster than they thought he would and he was ready to come out before the dr arrived. Since the dr has to be present the nurses did not allow her to keep pushing and were actually holding him in. By the time the dr arrived Jaidon's umbilical cord had wrapped around his neck twice. He was born at 1:57 pm. He weighed 6lbs 5.7oz and measured 17in long. She pushed for a total of 8 minutes. Since his cord was wrapped around his neck, he was unable to breathe on his own and was immediatly taken to NICU. He began to breathe about 3 minutes after birth. He is still in NICU and Brittany hasnt gotten to hold him yet but he is expected to be ok. She says hi to everyone and she will be back on Thursday.

Monday evening I started having contraction 2-3 minutes apart around 7 in the evening. I got to L&D at around 9 pm...they decided to give me some pain medicine for the contractions and some sleep medicine to let me rest. Tuesday morning they checked me and I was 3 cm dilated so the dr. broke my water and they started me on pitocin. Very soon after that I was in pain and told them to give me my [email protected] epidural...lol. Around 1:30 the dr checked me and told them I would be ready in 15 minutes. The nurse checked me and decided it was time to start pushing to get Jaidon down the canal...well I gave a few good pushes and they told me to stop pushing. The nurse called the dr, but Jaidon was finally ready to come out and was waiting for no one. It took the dr forever to show up and the nurse started pushing Jaidon back in with contractions. When the dr finally arrived and all the nurse did was move her hand and Jaidon slid on out, but I instantly saw he wasnt okay and started crying. The cord had been wrapped around his neck twice and he wasnt breathing. They had to take him to stabilazation to start breathing and then took him to NICU for 6 hours. They did not take me to see him until 5 minutes before they decided it was time for him to go to the regular nursery . Once I had Jaidon in my room I was fine. I was up and walking 6 hours after delivery (I tried to get up before then, but forgot about my epidural...lol) I did not tear or need an epsiotomy. Jaidon is breastfeeding and get this...It doesnt hurt one bit...the only thing that hurts is when I get those cramps from the utuerus going down, but I am fine.
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June 20th, 2013, 02:06 PM
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These stories get me excited! I love them
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Aww--I love these!!

The last five or so weeks of my pregnancy was stressful due to continuously rising BP readings. I started with 24 hr urine screens and blood draws which were all fine, but at my 38 week appointment my BP climbed into the danger levels and I had to get NST scans and monitoring. After Labor Day weekend I had my 39 week appointment early that Tuesday morning, luckily my husband was able to go with me since it was so early in the morning. I had labor inducing acupuncture on Saturday and was doing what I could to get labor started on my own to no avail. The NST scan showed the baby was doing well, but they still wanted to admit me straight away for an induction. I was SO not ready!! I cried, as I was really hoping to avoid medical induction and do most of my laboring at home--I really felt like I was being cheated out of the birth experience I had hoped for. I did not want to be in the hospital right away. Even though I was aware that I could be induced at any time once my BP started creeping up, I certainly wasn't expecting it at THAT appointment. I begged to be able to go home, take a shower, and grab my things. After another consult with physicians I was allowed to go home, shower, and come back to the hospital. As we got in the car to head back to the hospital it hit---I would be coming home with my baby!!

Once I checked in, they got us into a room and we talked with the midwife who assured us that she would still do everything that she could to ensure our birth plan wishes were honored. After much reassurance and discussion about the induction process we decided to start with Cytotec--my midwife preferred to start with it as it more closely mimics the bodies natural process than Cervidil and we would use Pitocin as a last resort. I was given the first round of Cytotec--we would try 4 doses max before moving on to other methods--it was around 3pm. I had to be on monitors for 2 hours but after that I would be allowed to eat and walk around for two hours, then we would start the second dose, so on. Around 5 pm they came in and told me that the baby's heart rate had changed so they just wanted to monitor me a bit longer before letting me eat and walk around, I was starving at this point and starting to get very crampy and uncomfortable. After another half an hour I could take it no longer and called the nurse so that I could use the bathroom. I was taken off the monitors and the nurse noticed my contractions were starting to get pretty strong and regular. I suddenly went from being very hungry to very nauseous and that was when I realized that I was in labor. My husband called our labor support and she came to the hospital at just the right time. I hadn't wanted to call her earlier as I had figured it was going to be a long drawn out process. She arrived just as my water broke; around 6:15pm and from there things get a little hazy. When it started to get super intense my midwife suggested a dip in the jacuzzi tub which helped a lot. I stayed in there for a while and then when I couldn't lay on my back any longer I leaned over a chair and they sprayed warm water from the shower over my lower back with each contraction. I remember someone getting me a Popsicle at some point, lol. I was in so much pain by now, I didn't think it would ever end, but my labor support had me take the contractions one at time and we worked through them. I remember screaming a lot and apologizing when I squeezed someone's hand really tight. I felt so bad for hurting them, lol!! My husband was so amazingly supportive and helpful.
When I no longer wished to be in the water we moved to the floor where they had placed a mattress and a birthing stool. My midwife did a quick check and said I was almost at a 9. I sat on the birthing stool, which was so incredibly painful but I knew it was helping my body open up so I stayed on it. Suddenly it was time to push and after what seemed like forever, my midwife was telling me to take my gown off (so we could have immediate skin to skin contact) and listen to her instructions. She had me reach down, I could touch my baby's head!! I think she wanted me to know I was making progress-I remember at this time thinking I wasn't going to be able to finish this, it was too hard. She had DH get on the floor and my labor support was behind me supporting and encouraging me as I pushed my little baby out. Suddenly the head was out and my midwife was telling me to push one last time, I did and then she told me to slow down, and I swear just I she said that I had the biggest contraction and he just came flying out. This left me with a 2nd degree tear inside and a torn left labia, probably from his limbs coming out so fast I was told, but my perineum did not tear thankfully. The speed he came out at even surprised the midwife!! My amazing husband caught our baby and laid it on my belly--we were all overjoyed!! All that hard work for this baby was over and we had our baby!! But suddenly I realized I didn't know what the baby was! I distinctly remember looking at my husband and saying--"wait-what kind of baby is it?" He fumbled through the blankets, he was so excited he hadn't even looked!!-"It's a boy!!" I was so happy and thankful-- everything was perfect!! Even though I was so terrified of the induction, I made it through with no pain meds and just a bit of Pitocin at the end to help expel the placenta and stop the bleeding. I am so thankful to my labor support and husband, it was so hard I don't think I could have done it without them. The hospital staff; midwives and the nurses, all were so amazing and so respectful of all my wishes, I couldn't have asked for a better birthing experience.
I had my beautiful Caeden Lee at 10:07 PM mountain time on 9/6/11, just a little over 5 hours after my labor started and only 7 hours total from the beginning of the induction process. Amazingly fast for a first timer and I am glad for it!! ~~

Here's a pic from about a half hour after birth

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