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We've followed eachother's journey from BFP to birth. Let's have a thread completely devoted to that special day when you welcomed your new baby into your life. Please share the story of the day your LO was born.


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Posted on September 7, 2010 at 11:29 am
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Posted on September 7, 2010 at 1:34 pm
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Posted on September 7, 2010 at 1:35 pm
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Baby's Name:  Isabella


Date of Birth: May 24, 2010


Baby's Height:  19 inches


Baby's Weight: 8 lbs 9 oz


Story of Delivery:




Because I had gestational diabetes I had an induction scheduled at 39 weeks. I was told the night before to have the meal of my life since I probably would not be eating for a couple of days. Oh man, if only I could! Because of GD my "last meal" was grilled chicken and some veggies. Not very exciting. As you all can imagine the night before the induction was very restless. I was so excited and so scared all at the same time. On May 22nd my husband and I arrived at the hospital. When I checked in I was not dilated at all. My body was sooo not ready to have a baby. 

 


They started me on Cytotec (I was so naive that I did not even know all the dangers of that pill until I looked it up after I had the baby). Cytotec is given every 5 hours with a maximum of 4 dosage. I was given 3 and then had an exam and I was still at zero. They then tried to insert a Foley Catheter but because I was not dilated at all, it hurt like hell and did not work. They were never able to insert it properly. Next they tried Pitocin...that did nothing for me either. After about 25 hrs I was still at zero. 


Because my baby had not dropped, I was not dilating, and after a few exams they felt that my pelvis was too small to birth a 8lb baby (thats what the estimate was based on the ultrasound I had the day before). They then told me that a c-section would be the best way to deliver my baby. I had to wait almost 2 days for my c-section once the decision was made because their were a bunch of emergencies that morning and I was at the bottom of their list in order of urgency.


As I was wheeled in to the OR I was so nervous. It still did not set in that I was about to meet my daughter. Everything was so surreal. I was freaking out about the spinal. I heard so many horror stories but honestly, it did not hurt at all! Just a very weird feeling.  During the c-section I felt very nausea and I felt like I could not breath at times. I was very scared. As soon as my daughter was delivered all my worries went away. She was perfect!


Recovery was very hard for me. I never imagined I would be in so much pain. It took me a good 3-4 weeks to feel semi normal again. The first couple of weeks were extremely hard. But as time went on things just started to fall in to place and we all got into a good rhythm. Once she started sleeping through the night at around 8 weeks, it all just got so much easier. Sleep does wonders! My little girl is now 3 months and my husband is already asking when we are having the next one.


The morning we checked into the hospital-39 weeks


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Posted on September 7, 2010 at 5:51 pm
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Baby's Name: Thomas James


Date of Birth: October 12, 2009


Baby's Height: 19.5 inches


Baby's Weight: 6 lbs, 8 oz


At my 37 week OB appointment Friday morning I learned that the baby was positioned perfectly at -3 station and I was 2cm dilated, 50% effaced. My OB was actually surprised I had progressed so far with very few BH contractions and being a FTM. I knew that it didn't mean anything... I could remain 2cm for another few weeks, or I could go into labor immediately. But I was still a little excited to know that I only had 8cm left. ;-) I had also been fighting a nasty cold all week and had a nasty cough.

Two days later, I woke up with 1 or 2 very light menstrual-type cramps. They were very weak but something I hadn't felt at all during the course of my pregnancy. I did my best to ignore them for the morning and most of the afternoon. I also spent most of the morning in the bathroom as my body was "cleaning itself out." I remember wondering if I had eaten something the night before that didn't agree with me. Afterward I realized I should have recognized that it was the beginning of labor! Around lunchtime I was starting to take the cramps a little more seriously as I had a couple that made me take notice. There was no rhythm to them, so I was still thinking that it was probably false labor. Either way, as DH and a friend were building a pedestal for our soon-to-be-delivered washer and dryer, I installed the infant car seat in my car. While doing that I had a few contractions that caused me to stop what I was doing and force myself to relax. It was at that moment that I realized that this could be it. I chilled in our patio for a little while watching my boys work with power tools, had a couple of contractions and decided I needed to test to see if this was real labor or not. We had been taught to try five things, and if the contractions stopped, then it was false labor. Those five are drink water, eat a meal, take a walk, take a nap, and take a shower. After I ate, drank and walked, finally confessed to DH that I don't think I'm having a "crampy" day... my contractions were 10 minutes apart. Hie eyes got wide and he immediately asked if I had done the "5 things." I tried to lay down and take a nap. But I couldn't sleep, as I had a few contractions that were centered in my lower back. Laying down in any position, made them worse. I called my mom to get confirmation from her that I was actually in labor and she posted it all over Facebook, "my baby is having my grandbaby!" Thankfully, everyone was respectful and didn't call or text msg us... at least not too much. ;-)

For quite a few hours, my contractions were all over the place, one would last for about 20 seconds and be barely noticable... then I would have one that lasted over a minute and I had to completely focus on. A lot of my contractions were focused in my back and felt like all of the muscles in my hips and lower back were cramping at once, and then relaxing very slowly. I found that laying down, in any form, was impossible. I was quite happy to roll around on an exercise ball while leaning my arms on my bed. When I could finally take a shower, the hot water running down my back felt amazing. When we ran out of hot water, I finally got out of the shower.

Once my contractions were about 5 minutes apart, I relocated to the living room and chilled on the couch. DH made me a toasted bagel and a fried egg, which I devoured knowing I wasn't going to be able to eat once we got to the hospital. His timing was perfect too since I pretty much lost any appetite about an hour later. My sister came over and helped me time my contractions with an iPhone app. (highly recomended BTW!) while DH got the car packed and ready to go. We also called my friend Krista to let her know that I was in labor and that we'd call again when we decided to head to the hospital. She lived about a hour away and we wanted to make sure she didn't arrive too early and have to wait around... or arrive too late.

One of my biggest fears about labor was getting to the hospital too early. By 11pm my contractions were about 2.5 to 3 minutes apart and were consistent in intensity... and had been this way for over an hour. DH had to persuade me that it was finally time to go to the hospital. The drive wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn't fun either. We arrived and got checked in. The first stop was labor & delivery triage where our triage nurse, Shirley, was there to monitor the baby for a bit and to check how far along I was progressing. While I was changing into my gown, I finally started loosing my mucous plug and havd some bloody show. I was really happy to learn I was dilated to 6cm and 100% effaced. Shirley was awesome with her exam because my bag of water was apparently bulging a bit and she didn't want to break it. She had read our birth plan thoroughly and was really wonderful about following it. I could have hugged her. I almost hugged her again when she brought me a tall cup of cranberry juice.

After Shirley was able to get about 15 minutes worth of info on the baby (he was doing great), I was moved down the hall to my labor and delivery room. It was really spacious with a couple of couches and the Inspector Gadget delivery bed. I was able to walk around the room and do pretty much whatever I wanted to to make myself comfortable. Of course, the most comfortable position was standing up and leaning on the bed with DH rubbing my back, swaying my hips during a contraction. I never really moved from that spot and just swayed my hips during a contraction. I remember I could tell when I was in the transition phase of labor when I started feeling really warm and was starting to sweat. It was interesting going through all of this as the labor nurse, Maria, asked me a bunch of questions about my health history. After about thirty minutes of this, I felt a contraction that was noticeably different, my body started pushing a bit, without any help from me. It was the first time I actually made any noise during a contraction other than deep breathing. Then my water broke, but I thought I had just emptied my bladder all over the floor. Definitely an odd sensation... DH said he only got a little bit on his shoes. I think he was being nice. ;-)

Posted on September 8, 2010 at 7:16 am
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Because my water had finally broken, the nurse wanted to check me again to make sure the baby's head was in the right position and that there was no umbilical cord trying to come out first. I crawled into bed and was put back on the fetal monitor for a few minutes. Everything was great and I was complete at 10cm!  The on-call obstetrician was called... my OB was on vacation. I was able to adjust the bed so I was in a sitting upright/squat position that was much more comfortable than laying flat. My body was ready for the baby to come out, at each contract ion my body was trying to push with or without my participation. Trying not to push through these contractions was, by far, the MOST DIFFICULT part of my labor. It took all of my strength to NOT push when it was all my body wanted to do. Right about this time, a nurse showed up to start my friggin Hep Lock. I had mentioned before that I was a hard stick, so our nurse, Maria, called a LVN to start my IV. After the LVN blew two veins in my left arm, reinforcements were called in and a phlebotomist got one going on my right hand. I know it took them a while because they would stop their work whenever I had a contraction... which was every 60 seconds. I felt like bashing their heads against the wall. If I had better sense at the time, I would have declined the Hep Lock at the time.

Right when they were finally finished, Krista arrived and was able to start taking photos. I'm so happy she was there as I know Bill didn't want to have to tend to me and remember to take pictures. Plus I didn't want him to be seeing our son's first moments of life through a camera lens. I highly recommend it!


Finally, after what seemed like hours, (it was probably only ten minutes) the on-call OB arrived and I could start pushing. It was an amazing feeling to be able to push. I finally got to participate in what my body was doing instead of just breathing or humming through each contraction. DH was SO amazing reminding me to breathe through each contraction and to keep my face as relaxed as possible. I actually started to panic if he wasn't holding my hand, rubbing my knee or my back. His touch kept me focused and calm. I pushed my way through half a dozen contractions with the OB perched on at the foot of my bed monitoring my progress. She was just sitting there, wearing only one glove, and was very chill about the whole thing. DH was starting to wonder if she was going to catch this baby one-handed. She finally said something like, "two more contractions... " and then suddenly the room got moving. She got all gowned up and the bottom half of the bed was detatched. DH said it was pretty amazing to watch as they got everything ready for the baby to arrive. All of this took only one or two minutes too because I only had one contraction during all of this. I was incredibly thankful that I had about thirty seconds of rest in between each contraction. After about three or four pushes, I finally started feeling the baby crowning. I had a few moments of sheer panic thinking, "there's no way my body can stretch that far!!" (my mom warned me I'd have that feeling) I remember getting really frustrated as a contraction ended when he crowning... to me it felt like he was halfway out! Then, suddenly, he was out and placed on my chest in one fluid movement. I opened my eyes and saw this beautiful baby screaming his head off as a couple of nurses rubbed his skin. I developed tunnel-vision and had no idea what was happening beyond him. All I could see was his angry face, full head of hair and incredibly long finger nails. It was an utterly amazing feeling that I will never forget.


The nurses put my son on my chest, skin-to-skin, while my bottom half was tended to. I had a 2nd degree tear that needed a few stitches. A nurse asked us what his name was and we both agreed at that moment that Thomas was the winner. We ooohed and aahed at the features we immediately recognized as mine or DH's. Tommy stayed in my arms while my post-pardum room was arranged and they got stuff ready to transport us. He was only taken from me for a few minutes to be weighed and measured and to have footprints taken, and they did it right next to my bed. 6lbs, 8oz and 19.5 inches long. Apgar scores of 9 and 9. Since he was born after midnight, the hospital policy had us staying at least 24 hours after birth... which was more like 36 hours. I felt ready to go home about 6 hours after Tommy was born. The hospital air conditioning made my cough significantly worse and I was miserable. I was very close to signing out AMA, but since Tommy hadn't yet latched on perfectly, DH convinced me to stay. We were discharged on Tuesday afternoon, SO ready to go home.



A few photos taken by my friend Krista Lucas:


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Posted on September 8, 2010 at 7:17 am
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Breastfeeding had a very rocky start for me. Since he was a few weeks early, he always fell asleep while nursing and he took a long time to get the hang of latching on correctly. So, initially, breastfeeding was extremely painful for me. My milk came in the day after we got home from the hospital and I was able to pump a little bit to relieve my engorgement. He was eating plenty and gaining weight just fine, but it was just so excruciating for me. I remember thinking to myself one night, "I understand why SO many women give up!" But I refused to switch to formula knowing that I had plenty of milk for him that was better for him and free. After his first pediatrician appointment we had to bring him to the NICU to spend a few days under the bili-lights because he developed jaundice. DH and I went there so I could nurse for his 9am and noon feedings. Then we would return for his 9pm and midnight feedings. While there a LC spent some time helping me get his latch right. After we got home we still had some trouble, but he finally learned how to open his mouth wide enough. Once my poor nipples healed, we were breastfeeding pros!


Cut to nearly 11 months later and I have lost all 28 of my pregnancy pounds plus an additional 15, thanks to breastfeeding, walking and stress over being a working mom.  The biggest event in our lives is that Tommy is walking now... which has been a scary surprise to all of us.


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Only being able to post 8000 characters at one time is kind of annoying... :-/

Posted on September 8, 2010 at 7:18 am
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Baby's Name: Parker Bruce


Date of Birth: 06/29/10 on his due date :)


Baby's Height: 22.5 inches


Baby's Weight: 9lb 5.4 oz


Story of Delivery: My water broke around 5:45 on Monday June 28th (39 weeks 6 days). I told Rob that I wanted to wait a little bit to see if contractions would start on their own so I did some laundry and dishes then we went for a walk and grabbed some breakfast. He was a little antsy about getting to the hospital even reassuring him I felt fine didn't help so we made our way to the hospital. We checked in and they verified my water had broken and started me on antibiotics for Group B Strep. I thought they would give me more time to go into labor on my own but no... they wanted to start me on pitocin. I was upset because I didn't want to follow the path of pitocin, epidural, fetal distress, labor stalling and then c-section. I finally agreed since I was ruptured I couldn't really wait forever because it increases a risk for infection. Well after the pitocin was started the contractions of course became uncomfortable and I asked for a tylenol they sort of laughed at me but I just wanted to take the edge off and I didn't want an epidural so they gave me Stadol which I told them to give me half a dose because I didn't want to be out of it. The Stadol made me so dizzy I couldn't keep my eyes open and I felt like I was going to fall out of bed. I slept most of the day and they kept increasing the pitocin (typical hospital procedure) The contractions of course got worse and I was contemplating the epidural that I didn't want. I didn't want my progression to stop or stall and I wanted to be able to move around. The doctor came in and reassured me that none of these things would happen and I agreed to get the epidural. The epidural was strange I could feel my lower half it just was sluggish and felt like I had restless leg syndrome. I slept a little more and shift change came. The daytime nurse checked me and said I was 7cm and paper-thin that things should be happening quicker and the first 5cm are the hardest. The PM nurse checked me a couple hours into her shift and said I was 6-7cm and 80% effaced and she didn't like the "pattern" of my contractions. I was being monitored on an internal monitor that was placed inside me. She said she was going to call the doctor and update her on my progress. I knew what this meant and what she was suggesting be done. Most c-sections occur at 6pm and 10pm when doctors want to go home for dinner or don't want to be stuck in a vaginal delivery all night. The nurse came back around 9:30pm and said I had until 11pm to progress and if I didn't we would go forward with a c-section. After she left the room my husband said to me I hate being a cop sometimes and I asked him why and he told me he could tell by her physical and verbal cues she wasn't being honest. To say that I was devastated was an understatement I cried and begged for my husband to take out my IVs and bring me home that these people didn't have my best interests at heart and they just wanted to do a c-section and go home. The nurse came in to check on me at 10pm while I still had an hour to progress with her OR booties on and her surgical mask hanging out of her pocket and I knew then that in her mind I was having a c-section whether my body progressed or not. She had already made up her mind and I was so upset. She checked me at 11pm as promised and didn't say anything at all to me and walked out of the room. She came back in with meds to start me on before my c-section. I told her to wait until my OB arrived that I wanted to speak with her before proceeding any further. She turned off my pitocin so I stopped contracting and left the room and came back with booties, a cap, and scrubs for my husband to wear into surgery and the anesthesiologist to do my spinal block. I told the anesthesiologist I wanted to wait to talk to my OB first and she was expected to arrive in 15 minutes. He was visibly upset and told me it would take him 30 minutes to get set up and I proceeded to explain to him that I was sorry he had to wait fifteen minutes I knew it was late and he wanted to go home but I wanted to talk to my OB first. He looked to my husband to say something and my husband firmly told him we're waiting. My OB came in about 11:15pm and sat down and asked what was going on and I told her I felt like I wasn't given enough time and I didn't see the point of proceeding with a c-section and why I could have more time if the baby was doing well. She said she would check me and go from there. The OB checked my cervix and left the room. She came back and told me she had to call off the troops that I was dilated to 9cm the reason my contractions weren't showing a good "pattern" is because my internal monitor had come out and was sitting in my bed and we would start pushing in 20 minutes. Of course they had to restart the pitocin that the nurse had shut off. My husband noticed an alarm going off on my epidural so he let the nurse know and she shut it off (as in shut it off completely) So I started pushing when I felt the urge with each contraction and was progressing nicely I was surprised that I felt so much with the epidural (which now I know why) I was climbing the walls when he was crowning his head would bulge out and the go back in. They decided to try a vacuum assist because he was tolerating labor and delivery so well but told me they can only use the vacuum for a short period and that I had to get him out. When the doctor was trying to insert the vacuum I couldn't stand it I was screaming for her to please stop and the doctor asked why this was so difficult when I was on an epidural only then did it become known to everyone in the room that I was med free and there was no time to change it now. The doctor scolded the nurse for not communicating that to her ahead of time. They inserted the vacuum through my screams and we pushed on. I had a few moments that I wasn't sure if I could do it. His heart rate dropped and Rob told me I needed to get him out NOW and I pushed his head out and he was stuck at his shoulders and he wasn't breathing so a nurse jumped onto my abdomen with some kind of wrestling move and forced him out.He was born at 1:55 am June 29th. They took him to do some deep suction and work on his breathing. I had a lot of trouble passing the placenta and afterwards I had a lot of bleeding problems and had shots in my legs and was kept on pitocin all night to help my uterus contract. I have no clue how many stitches I had. About an hour after I delivered when he was stable and they had me taken care of I was finally able to hold him and breastfeed he is absolutely perfect. In a roundabout hellish way I sort of got the natural birth experience I wanted but it was one hell of a journey. They broke his collar bone during delivery and had swelling on the top of his head from the suction and bruising behind his ears but everything has healed and he is a healthy boy.


When we were admitted


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Posted on September 9, 2010 at 4:46 am
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Hi Girls,


So my birth story is not quite as interesting as others since I had a scheduled C-section but here it goes.


So Monday the 13th was supposed to be baby day. My iron and my blood pressure had been really low so we wanted to get him out as soon as he was ready to come. So at 37 1/2 weeks we had an amnio scheduled with a C that afternoon providing his lungs were mature. At 5:30am we were off to the hospital. We get there I get hooked up to the monitor and wait for our ob. Now I was really scared of the amnio to begin with but was not ready for what came next. First my ob came in re-went over what was going to happen and questions. Then all of a sudden it seemed like there were a million people in my room. There was my ob her partner (so a 2nd ob) my 2 nurses a third nurse who stopped in and then I know I saw about 3 more plus my DH and I. So what I had in my head was my ob with the ultrasound and a needle and maybe a nurse so when I was surrounded by all these people I kinda freaked! Now they sterilized my belly, found a good pocket on the 2nd try with the Ultra sound and then numbed the ar ea. Seriously it was that easy. I was told the numbing agent would burn so I was prepare for a big burn (like a penicillin shot) but no a tiny tiny burn. Then I felt nothing. I kept waiting for it to hurt and then it was over!!! Whoo hoo!


On to the next phase waiting. We were told t would take about an hour  but if I had my c-section we knew we would still have to wait a couple more hours. So we brought movies and books a laptop and were so excited to see our Little boy we couldn't use any of it. We watched some Tv but mainly just got really excited for Kiptons arrival. Then almost 2 hours later bad news. My ob came in and told us his lungs were transitional and we would have to wait another week. Bummer! We both got rea lly sad. Oh well a couple days later we felt better and were able to start getting excited about his impending arrival.


On to Sept. 20!!


So up at 3:30, left the house at 5:00 and in my room by 5:30am (yuk) Here I am Last prego photo right before I had to put on my lovely green gown ;) And my Dh in his gear ready to go


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After this I got dressed and they started my IV. After about an hour and 2 bags of saline solution later it was time to go. My Dh and I walked down the hall to the OR my DH had to wait outside till I was ready. I went in got up on the table and got ready for my spinal. I started getting nervous at this time knowing what was coming and the fact that I hate my spine touched. Then my back got numbed up that was the most painful part lots of sticks in the back but it doesn't last long. Then They put in the spinal (lots of uncomfortable pressure) Then I was down on the table the boots were on my cathoder was in and the curtain was up. At this point I was getting sick. As the numbness comes up to your lungs at first your chest gets heavy and it feels like its hard to breath, then nausea, got a little sick and then feel great. Had that perma smile on my face. :)There was some confusion on wether my DH could come in after they tested my numbness or the first incision with the nurses. Then I herd my ob tell them to get him now. My DH came in and I talked about anything and everything. Pretty soon he was out! My Dh gave me the play by play, 10 fingers 10 toes, weight, length, ect. I sent my DH off with Kip and I stayed and got sown up. Before I knew it I was back in my room. (my DH was pacing at that point I guess it had been about 20min or so since he had left) Before they took my spinal out I was given a dose of duramorph which was suppose to ward off the pain for 18 to 22 hour s but  the more feeling I got back the worse I started to feel. I was given a dose of morphine to help and some drugs for the nausea which was back ( I got very good at using the little blue trash bags) After a couple hours of pain they gave me a couple different drugs and I started to feel better. Apparently morphine dose nothing for me, I get all of the side affects and none of the pain relief. That first day was ruff but we made it though and have an amazing little boy out of it.


Ok I promised pictures and God knows I have enough so here are some from Kiptons first week.


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Sorry about all the pics (can you tell I'm a proud mommy?)


Posted on September 27, 2010 at 2:26 pm
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Posted on September 28, 2010 at 2:53 am
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He he - Thanks M - I completely forgot!

Baby's Name:  Jacoby Matthew Harwell Steffens


Date of Birth: 09/17/2010


Baby's Height: 20 inches


Baby's Weight:  6lbs 15oz


Story of Delivery:


As you all know, we were scheduled to induce at 39w4d due to my Pre-E and the dr/midwife team not wanting to let the placenta to start to calcify.  So DH and I were all packed and just getting ready to leave the house on 9/16 , when we get a call from L&D to ask if we could come in at 3pm instead of 8am because the floor was full.  Oh boy!  So we tried to putz around the house, take naps, anything to make the time go by, we both think that it was the longest 8 hours of our lives....Finally it was time to go to the hospital, and we get to check-in and they tell me that there are 18 women in labor upstairs - seems to be the time to have a baby!  L&D triage was still swamped and we waited in the waiting room til almost 5pm before we were even able to see anyone.  I was starting to just feel mentally drained due to all the waiting around all day, I should have been on the way to having my man in my arms!  When the nurse practitioner checked me, sh e said that I was only 75% effaced, 1 cm dilated, and a -3, plus long and hard.  (Two days prior at the dr's office the Dr said that I was 85%, 2.5cm, a -1 and short and thin.)  And that she had seen the same dr when she was preggo, and he told her that she was more advanced than she was too, I still think she might have been blowing smoke at me, but oh well.  (At this point my contractions were running about every 9 minutes and 90 seconds long on there own)  She said t hat we'd have to do a course of "miso" and in my just wanting to get to my room and get the show on the road haze, I didn't make the connection that that's the generic slang name for Cytotek.  Ugh.  DH and I got settled in our L&D room, got something to eat, and his BFF came by to keep us company for a bit. 

With the second dose of miso, the nurse asked me if I wanted an Ambien, but since I've never had problems sleeping, and felt exhausted, I turned it down.  ; Man what a mistake that was!  Shortly there after, I started getting waves of nausea every half hour or so that would wake me from a dead sleep - this definitely wasn't going to work - I had a big day ahead of me.  I convinced the nurse to get me an ambien, even though it was close to 2am and the cut off time, since we were starting the Pit at 6am.  I was thankfully able to get about 4 hours of good sleep in. 


At 6 promptly they came in started the Pit IV, and I got another 2 hours of drowsy sleep, until being woken by contractions at 8 that were running about 4 minutes apart.  My midwife came in and checked me, and I was 100%, and about a 4.  So more putzing around then about 10 the contractions started coming harder, and I got in the jacuzzi tub, got some aromatherapy going, and put in my Hypnobirthing CD, and zoned out for about an hour unitl......the back labor started.  O! M! G !  I totally wasn't prepared for that.  Every 2 minutes I was having contractions and I thought for sure my back was breaking during each one.  When my Midwife checked me, I was a five, and Jacoby was sitting at a -1, but he was kinda jack-knifed in my uterus and sitting sunny side up.  We tried everything to get him to turn for the next 45 minutes, all fours, back in the tub, laying across the birth ball, massaging my tummy - nothing was working to turn him, or he lp the back labor.  So I decided that I couldn't deal with the back labor anymore, knowing that I still had 5 cm's to go, I asked for an epidural.  And then things took off!!!

After the nurse had paged the anesthesia team, I had a terrible contraction, and my IV came out.  My nurse almost panicked since I'm a hard sitck.  One of the new needles broke, and she had to stick me 3 more times before she got a good vein - but she was rushing so hard to get it in before the anesthesia crew showed up.  Finally, about a minute before they came in, she got me and the crew got me all hooked up no problems a little after 1pm.  Within about 10 minutes, we had a hard time finding Jacoby's heart rate no matter what.  So they got a internal monitor going, and it turns out that his heart rate kept dropping with out any stimulation - if they tickled his little head then he was fine, but as soon as they stopped, it was dropping into the 50's & 60's .  I was fully dilated.  Time to get him out to save him!  4 sets of pushing him down (they totally let me direct my pushing which was awesome!) and his heart-rate wasn't coming back up anymore.  They called in the dr's and the one Dr that I hadn't met at the practice showed up.  All I remember her saying was "Babe - we're gonna have to use the forceps, but its a good thing you got the epidural, otherwise I'd be giving you general and we'd be headed to surgery."  S he barely had her scrubs jacket on, she was handed the forceps, and with one good series of pushes Jacoby was out sunny side up, but blue as all hell at 2:03pm.  Turns out, the cord was wrapped around his neck once, and then again around his neck and under his shoulder. 

They rushed him over to the warmer (not even enough time for DH to cut the cord) but were able to get him breathng right away.  Apgar scores of 7 and then 9, and he had to sit under the warmer fo r a bit before I could hold him, but DH was right by him, snapping photos with the digital camera, then bringing them to me across the room.  In the meantime, the dr sewed me up from a 2nd degree tear, with three "I wouldn't call them stitches, more like a long hem".  And the midwife was looking over the placenta, no calcification what-so-ever, I was so relieved. 

Finally, my most amazing miracle was placed in my arms, and took to nursing right away.  He looks ju st like his daddy, and is absolutely the greatest  thing that ever happened to me.

Sometimes I get caught up in the what-if's?  What if we hadn't used the cytotek, what if I would have pushed to not be induced, what if..... what if.....but then I look at this glorious little man in my arms and realized that my scripted NCB didn't really matter, since he is here safe and sound.



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Baby's Name: Alaina


Date of Birth: October 3, 2010


Baby's Height: 19 3/4 inches


Baby's Weight: 7lbs, 3oz


I have a few minutes to spare since DD is sleeping (wish she slept last night! lol).  I realized my birth story is pretty long, so I'm going to try and do the cliff note version of the story ;)


I woke up at 1:30 am on Sunday, Oct. 3 with intense pain in my back and stomach.  Definitely different from the braxton hicks I had been feeling.  I waited to see if they would go away, but about 10 minutes later I got another, and then another.  I woke DH up and told him I was in pain and to help me time the contractions.  They started becoming more intense (my back felt like it was breaking!), and they got closer together...about 6 minutes apart.  I knew it was time!  I took a quick shower & called the Dr, and we were out the door headed to the hospital!  I remember saying to DH as we walked out the door that that was the last time it would be just us two.  It was definitely a bittersweet moment!


We called our parents to let them know I was in labor, and arrived at the hospital at around 3 am.  We checked into the 5th floor, and headed into triage.  They checked me and I was only 2cm.  I thought for sure that I would be more with the pain I was feeling!  They told me they were going to check me again in an hour to see if anything progressed.  An hour later I was still 2cm.  The nurse told me that they were giving me another hour to dilate at least a cm, or else I would more than likely go home.  I thought they were crazy because I was in so much pain and didn't know how I could go home!  I walked (more like limped) around the 5th floor for an hour, and was checked again.  Luckily I was dilated to 3!  The nurse called the Dr on call, and I was admitted into labor & delivery!  I got my IV and was on my way. 


Once I was in the birthing suite, I started to become VERY uncomfortable.  I know everyone says contractions hurt, and they are right.  There are no words to describe the pain!  My back hurt SO SO SO bad!!!  I had such horrible back labor.  The resident had to break my water at some point, but can't remember when all of that happened ;)At around 5cm, I was given the epidural.  I was in HEAVEN!  I didn't feel any contractions, and I could still feel my legs & everything.  Funny thing that happened--the nurse  told me they were going to have to empty my bladder & I said "Ok, want me to go to the bathroom??"  The nurse just looked at me and said, "No hunny, your legs are numb".  I had no clue they were numb until I felt them and they were tingly. Haha.


Every hour I seemed to dilate another cm.  Everything was going really fast & easy!  I was actually not scared at all to push or anything because I was so comfy from the epi--I was very confident, and thought to myself that it wasn't as bad as what people said!


Both of our families were in the room talking with us when all of a sudden I felt an intense need to push.  I kept telling DH & my mom that I needed to push!  The nurse came in and I was 10cm!  She called the Dr and she was on her way.  Unfortunately, the Dr lived an HOUR away and I had to wait until she got there to push!  I progressed so quickly that she thought she had more time.  That was SO hard!!!!  Every time I had the need to push, I couldn't.  Once the Dr arrived, it was showtime!  After a couple hours, I started to feel the contractions...like before I got the epi.  The nurse & Dr informed me that the contractions were really intense so I was going to feel something.  But, I started to feel EVERYTHING...and knew something was not right.  Turns out that the epi came out of my back during the time I was pushing, so I wasn't getting any medicine during that time!  So I was basically going med-free towards the end of pushing.  NOT fun ;)


After a couple hours of pushing, my Dr noticed that DD's heart rate would drop everytime I would push.  She kept an eye on it and told me she was giving me 15 minutes to basically push her head out or else I would have to have an emergency c-section OR she could try and use forceps which I did NOT want.  I pushed as hard as I could for those 15 minutes, with no luck.  The Dr said it was best to have a c-section because she didn't know the status of the baby (if the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck or what).  By this point, I was in SO MUCH PAIN...I didn't care what they had to do.  I wanted DD out safely, and I wanted meds!! They informed me I couldn't get anything until I got the spinal in the OR.  I begged them to hurry because the pain was so intense.  I was wheeled into the OR after what seemed to be an eternity, and finally got relief from the spinal.


The hardest part was that while they were prepping me for surgery, DH had to stand out in the hallway and get his scrubs on, etc.  I couldn't see him for that time and all I wanted was him by my side.  It seemed like HOURS went by, when really it was only about 15 or so minutes.


It was finally time to start the c-section.  Within 15 minutes, DD was born.  Hearing her cry was THE most AMAZING sound I have ever heard in my life.  So many emotions in those few minutes.  Thinking about it brings tears to my eyes...it was SO incredible!


Everyone says all of the pain you go through is worth it...and they are right.  You seem to forget about everything you go through when you hold your baby in your arms.


It was not the delivery that I had hoped for, or thought that I was going to have, but my daughter arrived safely and healthy and that is all that matters and I give my Dr so much credit...I really cannot thank her enough!


Now on to the pictures :)


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Our beautiful baby girl:


 




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Posted on October 12, 2010 at 4:40 am
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Baby's Name: Sophie Rose


Date of Birth: August 24, 2010 (the day before my birthday, and 2 weeks early)


Baby's Height: 19.25 inches


Baby's Weight: 6 pounds 3 ozs


To start off, I was due to have Sophie September 10th, but from day one i said that I knew she was going to come in August--guess I was right!


 


I woke up at 4 am on August 24th after my water broke--it took me a couple of minutes to figure out whether it was my water or if i had peed myself..lol...I woke my husband up to tell him.  His first comment was 'I guess I'll have to cancel your birthday cake'--my birthday was the next day.  After i stopped laughing at him, we hightailed it to the hospital.  They admitted me to the high risk ward (because of the gestational diabetes), and about an hour later my contractions started.  I had been really hoping to go without an epidural, but by the time i got to 2.5 cm's dialated, I was screaming for an epidural.  Turns out I was having back labour--I've never felt pain like that in my life!   After that, I was a ton more comfortable and my labour actually sped up a little (since i was now relaxed).  By 5:30 pm I was fully dialated, but they held off on having me push for an hour to let my body do as much work on it's own as possible.  I started to push at 6:30 pm, and had Sophie at 6:58 pm after having a very small episiotomy (4 stitches).  My DH was awesome, he watched the entire thing as well as being an awesome labour coach.  At first Sophie wouldn't cry properly and they were a little concerned, but after about 10 minutes of weak cries, she let out a huge scream and everyone relaxed.  We were a bit concerned since they called the NICU team down to look at her not once but twice (and wouldn't talk to us about what was going on).
20 minutes after Sophie was born my placenta still hadn't been delivered, so they wheeled me into the OR to do a D &C.  Thankfully I ended up delivering it on my own 10 minutes later , although being wheeled back into my labour room and seeing my daughter being held by everyone else broke my heart--i had barely gotten to hold her, and had wanted to be the one (with my DH) to introduce her to our families. 


I will definitely say that going into my labour, i had a lot of fears and misconceptions.  I was terrified of having to have an episiotomy, and I have to say that in my case it hasn't been a big deal--I was only on pain meds for 2 days.  The epidural was a huge help, and I won't hesitate to get it the next time.  I was terrified of pooping on the table--I pooped, several times, and in full view of my husband.  No one batted an eye, and the staff were great about getting everything cleaned up quickly.  I thought I would care about pooping, it turns out I could have cared less!


 


Sophie is doing awesome--she was 6 pounds 3 ounces and 19.25 inches, is eating well and is starting to figure out the whole breast feeding thing (that was my other misconception--I thought that breastfeeding would hurt, and so far it hasn't at all).  I'm absolutely loving being a Mom, and my DH is loving being a Dad.  I'll post pics soon, she's absolutely perfect!  Thanks to everyone for your help and support, it's nice to have a place like this to go to.


Introducing Sophie Rose!


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Sophie's first smile!


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Baby's Name: Kahlan Cheryl Lumsden


Date of Birth: June 25th, 2010 3:30pm


Baby's Height: 20 inches


Baby's Weight: 7 lbs, 9 oz


Birth Story:


My husband Iain and I had many many "surprises" when our daughter was born - the first one being her arrival, she came about 9 days early (She was due July 4th). My water broke that Thurs evening (24th) at 5:30pm. Right off the bat there was a yellowish tinge to the fluid....surprise! I called the Midwifery Center and we met up with the midwife on call who took a look at it and unfortunately, I was told the awful news that I was going to have to be transferred to the hospital...as there was merconium in my water. I was devistated but knew it was what was best for the baby.

 

We immediately went to the hospital and checked in Thurs evening around 9pm. I was not feeling any contractions but they hooked me up to a monitor and sure enough, I was having them, but rather inconsistantly. The Dr. was a little concerned because we needed to get the labor going due to risks of infection to the baby. He told me if my contractions didn't reach a good steady rate by 11-11:30pm I would have to be induced with pitocin. I was pretty upset about this and argued with the Dr for a bit, but there was nothing I could do really. I did hire a doula in the end because I wasn't sure what we would face at the hospital. I think it was one of the best decisions we made! I highly recommend this if you want a "voice" at the hospital.

 

They let me walk around a little bit in the halls for about an hour to get the contractions going. I was feeling them a little more and about 5 mins apart. I was excited about this as it meant maybe I wouldn't need the pitocin after all!

 

After getting back to the room for a while, I was hooked up to the monitors again and the contractions were there, but had slowed down to about every 10mins....time was up, so I had to be induced. Fortunatley the nurse on call was VERY respectful of my argument against pitocin, so started me on the lowest level (1) and worked their way up until the contractions were at a decent rate. Once my contractions were going well, they actually lowered the pitocin so my body could do most of the work....it was wonderful. The nurse actually told me that this was a VERY slow and natural progression - they usually up the pitocin 2 levels every 15 min which I can imagine makes the contractions extremely hard on the body and painful. I was so thankful for them letting me do it slowly. (So TIP#1...if you are someone who doesn't want pitocin but ends up needing it....or ends up getting it for some reason...know that you don't HAVE to have it at the level they want...ask to start at the lowest level and work your way up.)

 

The labor moved along slowly but at a great rate from that point. I got to where I wanted to push (about noon the next day) and when they checked me I was 9.5cm dialated...so had to wait just a little longer. Once the pushing began, it became VERY intense. All throughout the labor, the pain wasn't so bad for me...but there was A LOT of pressure...if you want to do a natural birth, I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend reading Ina May's Guide to Childbirth. I really took what she said seriously and I think it made my birth all that much easier in regards to pain. They did make me labor on my back which was awful...but her positioning wasn't ideal..so on the back was the only way she was progressing.

 

It took me 3 hrs to push her out, and I tore horribly, bled very badly, nearly needed a transfusion and had to be stitched up. I also broke my tailbone, but I had broken it in a skiing accident when I was a kid so I think I was more susceptable...in the end though we had a beautiful baby girl, who weighed in at 7lbs 9oz and 20 inches long. It was a 22hr labor, but she was perfectly healthy and as pink as a piglet. I am fully healed now and doing great, every day gets easier. (Breastfeeding is HARD btw....get help as soon as you get frustrated to tears)

 

All in all it wasn't the birth story I wanted...I wish I could say it was easy, but it wasn't....however, given the fact I had to go to the hospital, and make some decisions that were very hard, it all worked out for the best in the end. Things happen for a reason! And Swedish was great.

If I were to give ANY tips for a natural birth it would be the following...

1. RELAX RELAX RELAX - this is KEY for managing the contractions and any pain. Breathe as deep as you can through every contraction and focus on really relaxing your ENTIRE body from the finger tips to the toes :)

2. Birth "plans" are bull crap....it won't go as you planned, so get that out of your head from the start. Take things as they come and try not to get discouraged if things don't work out the way you wanted.

3. KNOW YOUR OPTIONS!!! Whether you are doing natural or hospital etc... ask tons of questions and know your options for EVERYTHING....(this is where Doula's come in great) The pitocin for me is a great example. And don't be afraid to argue with the nurses and Dr's. Only YOU know what is best for your body.

4. Don't worry about things like if you're going to tear, or poop or whatever...trust me...you don't care, for one, and secondly, you don't notice. I didn't feel myself tear at all, and it was bad...I did feel the tailbone break but so much was going on it didn't really matter to me, and I did poop :) But I didn't care AT ALL! Seriously, don't worry about all that...it won't matter.

5. Everyone is different, so don't let my birth story freak you out. I had a difficult labor due to a couple things...most likely your story will be completely different and your labor could go way better and be a breeze...don't be afraid!

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Kahlan 2hrs old

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Kahlan at 2months
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Baby's Name: Lily Jo


Date of Birth: September 21, 2010


Baby's Height: 20 1/2"


Baby's Weight: 7 lbs 13 oz


Story of Delivery: I was induced at exactly 39 weeks. IV & Pitocin were started at 7:00 am, water was broke at 8:30 and I was dilated to almost 3. I received an epidural at 11:00 and started pushing around 3:30. Lily was born at 4:13 pm! I had 2nd degree tears so quite a few stitches...or it felt like it anyway. My doctor never told me the exact number.


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Posted on November 4, 2010 at 9:15 am
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Baby's Name: Keelyn Patricia


Date of Birth: October 27th, 2010


Baby's Height: 19 3/4"


Baby's Weight: 6 lbs 13 oz


Story of Delivery:



How does one begin to write about an event that means more than words could ever begin to describe. I've read countless birth stori es...each one inspiring and perfect...and now I sit here trying to write a birth story of my own and I'm at a loss for words. Nothing seems to convey the absolute awe I feel when I look at my daughter and what it took to get her here.


Chris and I welcomed our daughter Keelyn Patricia into our lives on Wednesday October 27th at 12:54am. She weighed 6 pounds and 13 ounces and was 19 3/4 inches. Perfection.


I suppose the best place to start is when my irregular contractions that I had been feeling since Saturday night became v ery regular contractions Tuesday morning. Tuesday we knew would be "the day". I had lost my mucus plug on Saturday and was having bloody show since. I woke up (although I hadn't really slept all night) Tuesday thankful for daylight. Contraction s at night were the last thing I wanted...not because they hurt or were uncomfortable but because they were annoying...and all I wanted to do was sleep.


Laboring at home for as long as possible was the plan...and we were off to a great start. Laboring positions that worked great for me at home were on my knees bent over the couch while Chris gently rubbed my back. A lso leaning over his shoulders and swaying. The birthing ball did NOT work for me. I found contractions more uncomfortable on the ball then when I would just stand and sway. By 11:30 am contractions were coming every 4-5 minutes and lasting 45-50 se conds. We decided that we should head to the doctors and see what she had to say. (BTW: We live about an hour from my doctor's office and 45 mintues from the hospital). At the doctors office I had my first of only 4 vaginal checks. I was 3cm and 100 % effaced. Active labor. I was told we could go on over to the hospital...I on the other hand had a different plan. After telling my doctor the plan to go to my mom's house instead she insisted on a NST...which was passed with flying colors...o n to my mom's house we went...who lives 5 minutes from my doctor and 15 tops from the hospital. I was NOT going to go to the hospital until my contractions were 3 minutes apart lasting a minute for an hour (3-1-1)...and that was that. No one was goi ng to convince me otherwise.


 


I was able to labor at my mom's for another 4 hours until Chris was insistent that it was time for the hospital. I had made it to 2-1-1.5...DH practically forced me into the car. I look back now I was definitely in denial. I really didn't think I was that far along.

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We got to the hospital around 4:30/5pm (time starts to become a little hazy here). I was wheeled up to L&D where I was checked a gain...4cm. (this makes 2), given a buff cap and put onto a monitor. Chris gave our birth plan to the nurse (Cynthia) and she was AWESOME. She made a big sign for the door that said Hypnobirthing in Progress Do Not Disturb. After 20 minute s of monitoring I was able to walk around. Cynthia suggested I get into the tub...and she drew up the bath. She also went on the hunt for aromatherapy massage oil (which she found)...came back and showed Chris how to massage my arms and legs during contractions. As great as the bath felt it started to slow my contractions down...so it was time to get out and get walking. Walking the halls of L&D was the best and the worst thing. Hugely uncomfortable but exactly what my body needed. Co ntractions were spent leaning against a wall while Chris applied pressure to either side of my hips and we swayed in a figure 8 motion. I quickly entered transition. Now, a side note...transition is intense. I don't know if I would describ e it as painful because I don't think it was...what is hard about transition is that my contractions were coming so quickly and lasting for what seemed like 2 minutes or more...you don't feel like you have a break. Not having a break makes you feel exhausted, and the more exhausted you feel the more your body starts to crave relief. If you can stay focused and know that this is the beginning of the end and you'll soon see your baby...you will make it through. I no longer felt comfortable walki ng so it was back to my room where during this time there were 2 positions that worked. 1)


The Lotus position where your propped up with pillows behind you...legs spread open supported by pillows under your knees and palms face up resting on your knees. This helps bring the baby down. I felt a lot of pressure inside in this position letting me know it was working. 2) Laying on my side. After about 45 minutes of the Lotus position I was checked again...8cm (t his makes 3). After this last check is when I spent the rest of the time on my side. Probably not the greatest position because I started to feel contractions in my back...but it was the only way I could remain focused. During contractions Cynthia w ould stroke my arms while Chris would apply pressure to my lower back. Him putting his entire weight into it was what felt the best. Another hour passed...maybe? I was checked for the last and final time...10 cm mostly with a small lip of cervix lef t on one side. My doctor suggested that on the next contraction she help the cervix dilate to 10 fully. I agreed...and on the next contraction she pushed the rest of my cervix aside and it was finally go time. There was a moment where I was told not to push...not quite sure I remember why but it was not fun! Not being able to push when you want to is so hard. Takes a ton of focus. Nurse Cynthia helped be breathe through them with the good ole' "he he he hooo" trick.


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I started actively pushing at midnight. I know this because I asked later exactly how long did I push for. I was planning on pushing in any position but on my back as I was told that pushing on your back is the l east effective. Well…pushing on my back felt the most effective for me. The good thing about how I pushed was that I wasn’t put in the stirrup things…they lowered the bottom portion of my bed…but in between pushes I was ab le to put my legs down on the bed to rest them. I didn’t want to be coached how to push…I didn’t want counting…but when it came to it counting gave me focus and made my pushes more effective. 3 counts to 8 for each contract ion is what worked for me. My mom on one leg…Nurse Cynthia on the other and Chris by my head encouraging me.



Keelyn was almost born en caul but because she would crown a little and then get sucked back up betwe en contractions I allowed my doctor to break my water. After she broke my water it only took a few good pushes before she was born at 12:54 am. Chris got to help deliver her which was completely amazing…he was the first person to hold her eve n before the doctor. Keelyn had her cord wrapped around her neck 3 times and never once did she show signs of distress during labor. Her heart rate remained strong the entire time. As Chris held her the doctor quickly unwrapped the cord and placed h er on my chest. We were even allowed to wait to cut the cord until it stopped pulsating…something rarely done if the cord is around the baby’s neck.


 


I ended up needing pitocin after delivering the placenta because I had started to bleed more than what my doctor was comfortable with. I think the most “painful” part of the whole delivery was when Cy nthia had to push down on my belly to help the bleeding stop. I have 1 small tear on the inside which required 1 stitch…no outer perineal tearing. I HIGHLY recommend birthing oil and massage before and during labor. My doctor was more than happy to do this for me…and I think it made all the difference.


 


So now we’re home…our little family of 3. Keelyn is doing wonderfully. At her 2 day appointment she had gained back the weight she lost in the hospital (when we left she weighed 6lbs 8oz) plus an oun ce. She is breastfeeding great…eating on her own schedule every 3 hours. I can’t believe how much my baby has changed in just a week. She is my greatest accomplishment…I don’t think I’ll ever produce anything as mirac ulous as her.


 


My personal belief is that when I look into her eyes I can’t help but know she was sent to me by God. She is all the proof I need that there is someone bigger than us…and I thank him every day for le tting me be the lucky woman who gets to call this beautiful girl my daughter.



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Posted on November 9, 2010 at 9:31 am
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Baby's Name: Zayn Elias


Date of birth 3/11/2009


Baby's height 21


Baby's wight 7pounds 1 oz


Story of delivery:   When for a doctor check -up (specialist) to set the date of baby induction(diabetes,etc) doctor saw me and deciced to do an ultrasound, she said my belly looked different from the last time she saw me(I was seeing her twicw per week!) they found out the baby was in a breech position, and due to my medical history(miscarriages,high risk pregnancies, etc) they could not try to turn the baby. I was very dissapointed, I wanted a vaginal delivery. Called my Dh, to tell him the news, they were going to perform a c-section in 2 days. When home still dissapointed about the c-section, but happy that i was going to have the baby in 2 days!. The pregnancy was tough and I was scared for the baby health. The day of the surgery. We got there at around 7am(yeah very early) they performed another ultrasound to see if baby turned(no luck) they got me ready, IV, catherer etc. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. I was so afraid baby will be sick or something. After anesthecia(I was awake) they performed the c-section and I heart the most amazing sound in this word, my baby crying. I feel S0 relieved and happy. They took the baby away fast to check his vitals, he was ok but his sugars was not normal. We saw and hold him for a little while, then they took him (to ormalized his sugars). I am so happy that my baby is ok and that after all the scares, doctors appoitment(LOTS) all the specialist my baby Zayn is fine.


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In this pic he was 5days old


In this one he was 4 months

Posted on November 10, 2010 at 7:21 am
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Baby's Name: Alexis Lynn


Date of Birth: 11-24-10  (3.5weeks early)


Baby's Height: 20 3/4 inches


Baby's Weight: 7lbs 8.9oz


Story of Delivery:


Well to start off Wednesday Nov 24th was supposed to be just another day, we had planned on running some errands and cleaning up the house and that afternoon having a sonogram. Well we thought the sonogram was that afternoon but for some reason at 08:45 DH decided he would call to confirm what time our appoitment was... Instead of being told it was at 1p. like he thought he was told it was 09:00!!! Of course I asked if we could push it back to later in the day and was told no, they told us they were overbooked and told us we should reschedule for next week... I was not going to do that I was too excited to see alexis that day to push it back another week.  Thankfully, we only live 10 minutes away from the hospital, we were able to get ready and make it there by 09:07.  We were taken back right away and the sonogram was started.  The sonogram seemed to be normal, the tech got all the pictures she needed and then told us she was going to get the doctor to check everything out and then we could go.  Now enter the Doctor. She was looking over the sonogram with the tech and kept watching the heart and heart rate. Next she started asking me very up front and weird questions like if I had used any street drugs and started naming them off. At this point I looked at the DH and could tell he felt the same way I did, we knew something was wrong. The doctor looked up at us and told us alexis' heart wasnt pumping strong enough and my fluid was extremely low. After what seemed like forever the doctor looked at us with a worried/serious look on her face and said "I think the two of you are having a baby today I just have some concerns and need to make some phone calls and find out the best place for that to happen."  Holding back tears the only thing I could do was text my parents and tell them today might be the day.  Two minutes later the tech came in and asked when the last time I ate was and left again, DH looked at me and said those are surgery questions... About 5 minutes later the doctor came back and explained exactly what she was seeing on the sonogram with Alexis' heart which was showing that she was in distress and they wouldn't know more until Alexis was here and because of her heart they were sending me to St. joes to deliver since they have a level 1 NICU.  I asked if I would be induced to try that way first and the doctor said Oh, no your getting a c-section, they are waiting for you. She also said the ambulance was on its way and would be here in about an hour.  We both made the necessary notification calls to parents and within 20 minutes not an hour we were loaded into the ambulance running with lights and sirens to the other hospital 45 minutes away. Once we arrived they took us straight to L&D and I started getting the "work up." Luckily, once they hooked me up Alexis' heart rate went back to normal so things slowed down- a little. All of the grandparents were able to make it to the hospital before I was taken to the OR. They explained everything to me, I signed all the paperwork I needed too and off to the operating room I went. They performed the C-section and Alexis joined us at 1:03pm weighing 7lbs 8.9oz 20.75 inches long.  Since we were in this situation because of Alexis' heart the NICU nurses took her as soon as she came out and did a full work up on her, she looked great and her heart sounded great. Unfortunatly, since I had gestational diabetes Alexis' blood sugar dropped and that sealed her fate that she would be whisked away to the NICU with me only being able to see her for a second and give her a kiss.

My story wouldn't be complete if I didn't tell you the hurdles that we had to overcome to get out of the NICU.  They did 2 tests on Alexis' heart and they both came back that everything was a-ok, they dont know why she was in distress but all the doctors have said it is a good thing it was caught when it was because they believe the outcome could have been a lot worse.  They soon found out that Alexis had trouble breathing and eating at the same time, then she wasn't handling the regular formula it was causing her to throw up after she ate and at times stop breathing. She was switched to enfamil gentlease and with the practice of feeding every 3 hours she was no longer having those issues.  Once we thought we got everything under control and we would all be able to leave together as a family when I was discharged on sunday we found out Alexis was still losing weight and they were keeping her till she gained weight or at least stopped losing, she got down to 6lbs 13.5oz which was 8% of her body weight.  Luckily, we were able to stay in the parents room in the NICU and alexis got to stay hooked up to all her monitors and sleep in our room with us. Monday morning was the moment of truth, she weighed 7lbs 1oz and we were all going home!! Our hospital stay was quite an adventure and I am glad that chapter is closed and Alexis is thriving at home.


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Do you think I look nervous in this picture? This was about 15 minutes before I went to the operating room when my mom arrived.


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When I visited her in the NICU the day she was born

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Sunday night football outfit

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Ready to go home!!!!

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Posted on December 18, 2010 at 2:59 pm
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Well the time has finally come for Brandon and I to share our amazing birth story!! I can't even believe she’s here and that I'm actually getting to share a birth!! So here is Georgia's long entry into the world!



Baby's Name: Georgia Elizabeth Halliwell



Date of Birth: December 2, 2010



Baby's Height: 19.5 inches



Baby's Weight: 6 lbs. 8 oz.




 


Story of Delivery: Georgia’s story is definitely a long one! It all started Monday November 29, 2010. I woke up to head out to my doctor's appointment at the hospital for another ultrasound to check out the amniotic fluid levels because they had been on the low end of normal, ranging from 7 cm - 9.4 cm - 8 cm - 9.7 cm from week to week over about 4 weeks. I had had the last ultrasound on Monday November 22, 2010 because I had gone to the hospital thinking I hadn’t really felt her move that much so they had given me an NST and an ultrasound, this is when I received the 9.7cm measurement and an 8 out of 8 on her B.P.P score. That Wednesday (the 24th) at my doctors appointment she confirmed I had another ultrasound on November 29.


On November 29, I get ready and head to my 9am appointment. My husband, Brandon, was at work, and we had (luckily) recently finished packing the hospital bag and had just put in the car seat the night before. When I arrived for my appointment there seemed to be a bit of a wait and I didn’t actually get in until about 9:35 am, which made me slightly annoyed since I had an NST upstairs at 10 am, the ultrasounds were always accompanied by the NST immediately after. So I got I there for the u/s and the lady that came in to do it was a student, which ultimately isn't a bad thing, but because of the lateness I was already annoyed. So, she made me lay on the table, flat, which at 37 + 1 was VERY difficult and uncomfortable! I had to keep raising my knees and doing some pelvic lifts to try and relieve the pain. I just remember her pushing SO hard on my belly with the wand and me having to tell her not to push so hard because she was going to actually bruise my stomach (which she did by the way). So once she finally finished the ultrasound around 10:30 am (yes an hour later) I was still annoyed that it had taken so long and that I was put into so much pain, an actual tech had to come and verify her findings so I basically had to sit there for another ultrasound. That took another 30 minutes and brought me to 11 am. She had told me that the levels had dropped and that I could take the results with me up to the NST and the doctor would take a look at them, which was normal protocol. She didn’t insinuate that the fluid levels had significantly dropped so I figured it went from 9.7 cm back to 7 cm or something so I would be fine and G would keep cooking. So I head up to the NST and the nurses opened up my results and as we were walking the room she looked at me and said “How far along are you?” I said “37 + 1.” I’ll never forget the nurse saying “OH…well I wouldn’t count on going home today.”


I was in a bit of shock!  I was supposed to go Christmas shopping. (lol) She hooked me up to the NST and gave me the results. The levels had lowered from 9.7 cm to 3.4 cm in one week! She said that was a HUGE drop, which I didn’t doubt, it was actually less than the 2.5th percentile! She showed me an image of how its broken down. They break the belly up into four “quadrants”; three of the four quadrants had 0 fluid, the top left quadrant had the 3.4 cm. So while the NST was going on I called Brandon and told him what I had just been told. He was a little freaked and told me to keep him updated! Of course I would, I let him go at that time since I knew he had to keep working. Then I called my mom and told her the same thing! They were both on alert!


Time seemed to pass very quickly! What seemed like 5 minutes later, which was actually 30, the doctor came in and confirmed with me that I wouldn’t be going home. He suggested we insert the cervadil to try and get things started. He explained that the cervadil would stay in for 24 hours and I would be checked the next day unless there were some kind of advances within the 24 hours that warranted I be checked. I said ok, lets do this. So they had me change into a gown and go to the washroom because once the cervadil is inserted I would need to lay there for 2 hours to make sure it starts to swell and will stay in. I was told they wont start the oxy drip until 3 cm.


As I was changing in the hospital washroom I called Brandon and told him it was time to come to hospital. He was nervous that it was all happening so fast and just in awe that he would be a daddy soon! So he said he would head home, get our bags, shower and be right down. (He works in the oil field so I’m glad he showered…as I’m sure everyone else was ha-ha)


While I was waiting for him I just laid in the hospital bed to make sure the cervadil was in place. He got the hospital around 1:30pm and I was so happy to see him! He was to the moon and back with excitement! I called my mom to tell her that Brandon had arrived and she told me she'd be there right after work! After the 2 hours was up Brandon and I were moved to our room where they told me that I would be hooked up to NST’s every four hours to make sure she wasn’t stressed due to the lack of fluid, this included through the night so it felt like I was constantly being woken up, if not to pee, then to do an NST.  She was being closely monitored because if at any time she was stressed an emergency c-section would likely be performed.


Once in our room they just went over all the same stuff as before and then we played cards (thank GOD we brought these!!  I would also like to say: PACK YOUR BAG AS IF YOU WILL HAVE A C-SECTION.  Here you have to stay for 24 hours when you have a vaginal birth, 3 days for a c-section.  Thank God we packed for the 3 days since we were actually there for all that time!) We played cards until my mom came around 5 with supper, much better than hospital food! Then for most of the evening I kept getting hooked to NST’s and my mom and Brandon played cards while I started to feel my first contractions! Those were very exciting! I hadn’t felt any at all yet but when they came I knew what they were!!  They did cause pain so I thought I would try to labour in the shower for a while.  If you have the chance to do this I strongly suggest it!!  The hot water on my back felt amazing!  My first contractions were in my back and I was scared I would have back labour, but eventually they started to wrap around to my belly and the water helped MAJORLY!!  I would just lean on the wall and let the water pound my back!


My mom left around 11 pm and Brandon and I went to bed. The nurse we had was a hag and I didn’t like her…I’ll just say it, in fact I should have requested a different one. I know none of you have met me IRL but I don’t exactly like that kind of thing so I’m pretty straight forward…she got the hint that I wasn’t her biggest fan!



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