silver_penny
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Well, here is my birth story, as promised 
For those who want simple and sweet, Nathaniel came into this world on Sept 26 at 10:23pm, weighing a beautiful 7lbs 2oz, a carbon copy of his older brother after 3 1/2 hours of active labor and 2 pushes.
Now, for the details:
My waters broke on Saturday at 1pm, while I was taking a short nap with my DS. I started to get small contractions, but nothing too regular or strong. I was hoping that I would go into hard labor that night, as my in laws (whom we live with) were going to a wedding and would be gone that night. My DH got the birthing ball out of the storage, and I bounced on it merrily while watching the Newsies. However, despite all the hoping and bouncing in the world, my in laws got back at 9, my waters were still leaking, but nothing really happening labor-wise. I eventually went to bed at 11pm, certain that I would wake up in labor. I woke up at 1am to a bigger contraction, but looking back it was probably just bigger because I had to go pee. I was up for 2 hours, then went back to bed, disappointed that nothing was happening.
I woke up at 6:30a, ate breakfast and then dragged hubby on a 2 1/2 mile walk in the desert. I felt like the walking was helping things move along, but the contractions were still not as strong as I would like. Everyone in the house was getting anxious, and MIL kept asking if anything was happening. I was keeping well hydrated, and waters were still leaking, so I wasn't worried about having a dry labor or infection. I told hubby I was starting to feel claustrophobic, and we both decided it would be best to make a trek into town to get our minds off things, and for a change in scenery.I took some EPO before leaving the house. We took our DS with us and went to Walmart, bought a few things that we needed (like a carseat for our son... you think we waited until the last minute for it?
) We then went to the chiropractor's office where we work, let ourselves in (as it was Sunday and closed) and laid on the roller tables for a good half hour. It was utter bliss.
We made it home around 6pm, and the contractions were starting to get a little more regular, but the anxiety in the house was still there (I think it was preventing me from going into active labor). I took a couple more EPO and had dinner. Around 7pm, my brother-in-law and his fiance came over, and took over the attention (much to my relief) It was at this point that my contractions started coming every 2-3 minutes and lasting for 45sec-1min. They were all watching a movie, though I couldn't pay much attention to it, as I was having to concentrate more through each contraction. My BIL and his fiance didn't even realize I was in labor. The movie ended around 8:30, and I had just nursed my DS down to sleep. (Nipple stimulation definitely increases the intensity of contractions!!) My BIL and his fiance left and I had DH start the bath. He cleaned out the tub, unknowingly using up most of the hot water. I filled the bath, but got frustrated when the water wasn't warm enough for my liking. However, I labored in it for a while, enjoying some of the relief. At this point, my DH gave me a blessing between contractions, calming me down and putting me into a great frame of mind. DH then offered to heat a pot of water to warm up the bath. I eventually agreed, in case I wanted to get back in. However, at this point I was shivering and knew deep down that I wouldn't be using the tub to birth in, as I was entering transition. I got out of the bath, and let my DH know that this was going to be fast. We went into the bedroom and prepped the bed together (okay, I more dictated through contractions and he prepped) This woke up DS, so we sent him out and his grandma entertained him. I paced the room for a couple of minutes, trying to find a comfortable spot and position. There was a gentle lull between contractions now, and I knew that baby was on its way. There was also a sense of relief when I pushed gently with the contractions. I got into the bed, and knew instantly that it was the right place to be. A contraction came and I pushed with it. The baby started to crown and my hubby got excited to see a head full of hair. Our baby was crowning and I felt that ring of fire. I breathed some through it and then when the next contraction came, I pushed with all my might, I felt two pops and baby's head slipped out along with the body. Two pushes and our baby came into this world at 10:23pm. My DH placed the baby on my chest and we looked together and discovered we had just had another son. We were ecstatic.
We left the cord intact, and listened to the strong heartbeat of our newborn son. He was resting peacefully on my chest, born into this world sleeping, untraumatized. As he was still getting oxygen from the umbilical cord, we weren't worried that he wasn't breathing yet. A minute or two later, he started to stir, so I tilted him a little and he coughed a little and started to breath on his own. He started to pink up, but he was still asleep. Our little angel. I passed the placenta about 20 minutes after his arrival, physiological 3rd stage. We eventually weighed him and he was a healthy 7lbs 2 oz. We didn't cut his cord until the next morning.
We have yet to check his length, but he is very lanky, with long fingers and long feet (longer than his brother's when he was born by 1/4 in at least!) He's going to be a tall boy!
For those who are wondering what happened to the midwife in my story, I will reveal to you the truth... we had no midwife. This was an unassisted pregnancy and birth. I did all my own prenatal testing and prepped my hubby for the birth. We knew the signs of complications and educated ourselves to the max. Our son was born in the same manner he was conceived: with only me and DH present. It was a beautiful and amazing experience that I wouldn't trade for the world.
For those who want simple and sweet, Nathaniel came into this world on Sept 26 at 10:23pm, weighing a beautiful 7lbs 2oz, a carbon copy of his older brother after 3 1/2 hours of active labor and 2 pushes.
Now, for the details:
My waters broke on Saturday at 1pm, while I was taking a short nap with my DS. I started to get small contractions, but nothing too regular or strong. I was hoping that I would go into hard labor that night, as my in laws (whom we live with) were going to a wedding and would be gone that night. My DH got the birthing ball out of the storage, and I bounced on it merrily while watching the Newsies. However, despite all the hoping and bouncing in the world, my in laws got back at 9, my waters were still leaking, but nothing really happening labor-wise. I eventually went to bed at 11pm, certain that I would wake up in labor. I woke up at 1am to a bigger contraction, but looking back it was probably just bigger because I had to go pee. I was up for 2 hours, then went back to bed, disappointed that nothing was happening.
I woke up at 6:30a, ate breakfast and then dragged hubby on a 2 1/2 mile walk in the desert. I felt like the walking was helping things move along, but the contractions were still not as strong as I would like. Everyone in the house was getting anxious, and MIL kept asking if anything was happening. I was keeping well hydrated, and waters were still leaking, so I wasn't worried about having a dry labor or infection. I told hubby I was starting to feel claustrophobic, and we both decided it would be best to make a trek into town to get our minds off things, and for a change in scenery.I took some EPO before leaving the house. We took our DS with us and went to Walmart, bought a few things that we needed (like a carseat for our son... you think we waited until the last minute for it?
) We then went to the chiropractor's office where we work, let ourselves in (as it was Sunday and closed) and laid on the roller tables for a good half hour. It was utter bliss.We made it home around 6pm, and the contractions were starting to get a little more regular, but the anxiety in the house was still there (I think it was preventing me from going into active labor). I took a couple more EPO and had dinner. Around 7pm, my brother-in-law and his fiance came over, and took over the attention (much to my relief) It was at this point that my contractions started coming every 2-3 minutes and lasting for 45sec-1min. They were all watching a movie, though I couldn't pay much attention to it, as I was having to concentrate more through each contraction. My BIL and his fiance didn't even realize I was in labor. The movie ended around 8:30, and I had just nursed my DS down to sleep. (Nipple stimulation definitely increases the intensity of contractions!!) My BIL and his fiance left and I had DH start the bath. He cleaned out the tub, unknowingly using up most of the hot water. I filled the bath, but got frustrated when the water wasn't warm enough for my liking. However, I labored in it for a while, enjoying some of the relief. At this point, my DH gave me a blessing between contractions, calming me down and putting me into a great frame of mind. DH then offered to heat a pot of water to warm up the bath. I eventually agreed, in case I wanted to get back in. However, at this point I was shivering and knew deep down that I wouldn't be using the tub to birth in, as I was entering transition. I got out of the bath, and let my DH know that this was going to be fast. We went into the bedroom and prepped the bed together (okay, I more dictated through contractions and he prepped
) This woke up DS, so we sent him out and his grandma entertained him. I paced the room for a couple of minutes, trying to find a comfortable spot and position. There was a gentle lull between contractions now, and I knew that baby was on its way. There was also a sense of relief when I pushed gently with the contractions. I got into the bed, and knew instantly that it was the right place to be. A contraction came and I pushed with it. The baby started to crown and my hubby got excited to see a head full of hair. Our baby was crowning and I felt that ring of fire. I breathed some through it and then when the next contraction came, I pushed with all my might, I felt two pops and baby's head slipped out along with the body. Two pushes and our baby came into this world at 10:23pm. My DH placed the baby on my chest and we looked together and discovered we had just had another son. We were ecstatic.We left the cord intact, and listened to the strong heartbeat of our newborn son. He was resting peacefully on my chest, born into this world sleeping, untraumatized. As he was still getting oxygen from the umbilical cord, we weren't worried that he wasn't breathing yet. A minute or two later, he started to stir, so I tilted him a little and he coughed a little and started to breath on his own. He started to pink up, but he was still asleep. Our little angel. I passed the placenta about 20 minutes after his arrival, physiological 3rd stage. We eventually weighed him and he was a healthy 7lbs 2 oz. We didn't cut his cord until the next morning.
We have yet to check his length, but he is very lanky, with long fingers and long feet (longer than his brother's when he was born by 1/4 in at least!) He's going to be a tall boy!
For those who are wondering what happened to the midwife in my story, I will reveal to you the truth... we had no midwife. This was an unassisted pregnancy and birth. I did all my own prenatal testing and prepped my hubby for the birth. We knew the signs of complications and educated ourselves to the max. Our son was born in the same manner he was conceived: with only me and DH present. It was a beautiful and amazing experience that I wouldn't trade for the world.
Thanks for sharing it.
