JoyofMyLife
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He's beautiful!
July Mamas! 101 Due in 2015! ! 37 babies born 23 boys 14 girls <3
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Awww! So precious and super cute! Huge congrats!!!
ETA: I've been meaning to say that if any of you ladies post your birth stories elsewhere on BnB, I would love a link here! Love reading birth stories.
ETA: I've been meaning to say that if any of you ladies post your birth stories elsewhere on BnB, I would love a link here! Love reading birth stories.
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Wow I miss one day on here and two babies are born! Congratulations medzi & cdex!!
Hope everyone else Is doing well!
Afm- I spent most of the day yesterday re-arranging the childrens bedroom and new bunk beds. Building them almost killed me! Very achey and stiff today but I'm on such a nesting mood I feel like I need to get things done as we only have 15days and little man will be here it's creeping up sooner than expected and I'm feeling very anxious.
Even hubby admitted last night that he was feeling anxious too which didn't help as he is my rock and snaps me out of my silly moods and doubts. I'm sure things will be ok but can't help but worry after a previous bad experience which left me in itu for 3 weeks
Hope everyone else Is doing well!
Afm- I spent most of the day yesterday re-arranging the childrens bedroom and new bunk beds. Building them almost killed me! Very achey and stiff today but I'm on such a nesting mood I feel like I need to get things done as we only have 15days and little man will be here it's creeping up sooner than expected and I'm feeling very anxious.
Even hubby admitted last night that he was feeling anxious too which didn't help as he is my rock and snaps me out of my silly moods and doubts. I'm sure things will be ok but can't help but worry after a previous bad experience which left me in itu for 3 weeks
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congratulations cdex!! He is gorgeous!!
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He's precious, Cdex! 
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Congratulations to all the new arrivals! I can't believe so many are being born! I'm still holding out at least until he decides to go head down!
I have one from my last birth, but I can't seem to link it. I can put it in a spoiler.
Awww! So precious and super cute! Huge congrats!!!
ETA: I've been meaning to say that if any of you ladies post your birth stories elsewhere on BnB, I would love a link here! Love reading birth stories.
I have one from my last birth, but I can't seem to link it. I can put it in a spoiler.
Haven’s birth story
Haven Ellerie Eastman was born on March 7 at 9:09 pm. She weighed a tiny 6lbs 14oz, 18in long. Her birth story started 6 weeks before her birth when I had my first elevated blood pressure. With a history of gestational hypertension I was monitored closely, but had zero symptoms of preeclampsia. Every weekly check up it was a watch & wait. Finally at my last appointment (Monday) at 36 & 6 it was at it’s highest 159/90 and I was told I had to make it to my next weekly appointment and they would induce me after 38w. I wasn’t feeling well. The next day (Tuesday) was terrible. I had done grocery shopping & was waiting in the car line at school to get my preschooler when I started feeling very nauseous, my face was pounding. I felt like a truck had hit me. I called my niece and asked her to come over and watch my 2 little ones so I could get a nap before I had to pick up my 4 older kids. I slept for a few hours & got through the night. I woke up the next morning (Wednesday) with a bunch of energy, dropped off the kids at school & made plans to see my niece for lunch. I met her after I picked up my preschooler for fast food in the car and I started feeling exactly them same as the day before. I promised the kids I’d take them to Target, but I knew I needed to go home. On my way home I called my doula to tell her how I’d been feeling. She was very concerned as she’s been through all 7 of my pregnancies and I had never felt like that before. She wanted me to call my ob/mw & let them know things were changing. I called & they put me through to the nurse who was not concerned at all. I had no symptoms of preeclampsia, I was more than 9 months pregnant, and maybe I had a stomach bug… She said I could wait for my next appointment on Monday, unless I really wanted to come in, she would not bother a Dr. but set me up with a nurse’s appointment to check my BP. I wasn’t sure what to do – I felt a little foolish, so I called my doula back and she said she was on her way to get me to bring me herself, because she was not comfortable with what I was telling her. I got to the office and they brought me right in & checked my BP – 169/98. Not good. The nurse said she’d grab a Dr right away and within 3 minutes she was back telling me to head over to the hospital, it was time to have my baby. I cried. I was so unprepared for that! I hadn’t said goodbye to the rest of my children and it was still 3 weeks early. I had to call my husband, he had to get my bag and meet us at the hospital.
When we got there they put me in triage, which was weird, and hooked me up to the monitor and drew blood. Apparently there was some “miscommunication” that I was there to be monitored and not induced. In bed my BP was peachy. They discussed sending me home. As it happens there are a few ob’s in my group I do not like and one mw & Dr. I love. My favorites both happen to be on call that night. The mw said she wanted me to have my BP taken standing up before we went any further. I had to pee anyway so it was a great time. They took it right as I stood and it was fine. I walked one door down to the bathroom & back, took it again – 169/98. The mw came in just as that pressure was taken & said I wasn’t going home. Ideally if I could go home and be on strict bed rest until 38w that is what we would do, but with 6 kids at home already we all agreed that wasn’t likely to happen. So off to a room I went. I was checked and was only 1cm, thick, and my cervix was very far back. The mw said she’d like to give me something to sleep, cervidil & pitocin in the morning. I did not want to take something to sleep. I also wanted to try the most natural induction as possible. My awesome nurse suggested a Foley catheter. It’s pretty simple, put it in your cervix, it stretches its way out & viola you are 3cm! Well, nothing is as easy as that. Because I was so unfavorable the mw had to set up the stirrups and break down the table to get the catheter in place. I was shocked at the sight and then feel of being in the stirrups. I had given birth 6 times before and never actually seen them. What an uncomfortable, confining, controlling, and obviously man created system that is! I have no idea how any woman could relax enough to push a baby out in those – especially uphill! I’m sorry to any of you who have done it. Anyway, the catheter placement was uncomfortable with all the reaching and the mw’s knuckles but after about 10 minutes she had it in & filled. And then – POP! We were confused at first, what the heck was that? My water? No, it was the balloon! No one had ever heard of one popping before. I had to go through the entire process again! It gets taped to you leg taught and you wait for it to fall out. It was around 7pm when that was finished. I was crampy but nothing more. My mw suggested I eat something & get some sleep. All I wanted was Greek yogurt and toast. Sent my doula out for just that & then sent her home promising I’d call when something started. Dh & I tried to get some sleep. I barely slept at all between worrying about the baby and constantly having my BP checked. I also had to have the nurses keep checking the catheter and adjusting it through the night. It was really frustrating. Not to mention the fact that my SPD was killing me, and the hospital bed was so uncomfortable. I hate the hospital so much anyway so I knew I wasn’t going to sleep.
Around 6:30 the next morning I went to the bathroom and delivered my Foley baby! I was pretty excited because that meant things were moving along! My mw came in & decided we could break my water now. I was 3cm but nothing else had changed, still thick and far back. She made 3 attempts to break my water – painfully and just couldn’t get it. She thought she nicked the bag. I had a few choices, she could try again, she could give me a break and try later, or she could bring in the Dr with more experience to give it a try. I asked her to bring in the Dr. Just as he walked in the room I said, “never mind!” My water had just broken! Exciting again! Now things would finally pick up and move along. Then nothing. We decided to break out the breast pump and give that a shot. I pumped for over an hour (got a bonus 20cc of colostrom) but nothing happened. We decided it was time to start pitocin. I’m not really sure what time that was, late morning I guess. Contractions started almost right away – painful from the get go as pitocin makes them. I decided to try to walk to speed things along. Now would be a good time to say I had been dealing with crippling SPD since November. It was so bad I was unable to walk around at all by evening. It was as if someone smashed me between the legs with a baseball bat, and I had a hot knife constantly stabbing me in the middle of my pelvis. Trying to walk around the hospital was too much. That made me upset because I’m used to being active during labor and if I couldn’t walk I was pretty much limited to the birth ball or the tub. So, I moved to the birth ball. It wasn’t so bad at first. I was having a fun time with my birth team, my dh, my doula, my nurse & my mw. Then the contractions really picked up. I was able to sneak in a snack of peanut butter on crackers. I would say they were at least a good 6 on the pain scale. Almost worse than the contractions was the pain in my pelvis from the SPD – like something was trying to pry me apart. My mw suggested the tub for some relief. There was part of me that knew I wasn’t ready for the tub. I asked to be checked first. 3cm! What! It had been hours of contractions & I had made no progress except the baby was zero station. I was so discouraged. I had great nurses come & go, my mw & favorite Dr would be leaving in a few hours, and I didn’t really know the next Dr on call. I got in the tub anyway. Instant relief! I would say a 50% reduction in pain. And then everything slowed down. Up with the pit as they had done all day. I was feeling more and more pressure on myself that it was taking too long, nothing was going as I had hoped. I got out of the tub and back on the ball in the tub room. My mw was leaving and I was at a stand still. I think my doula knew I was in a bad place so she stepped out and gave dh & I a little time. I put my head on my dh who was in a chair next to me and sobbed. I mean I sobbed hard. I had no idea why I was crying. Maybe because this was going to be the last baby? Maybe because I felt like I was letting everyone down because it was taking too long? Maybe because I was exhausted and it had been 24 hours of this already? We decided to go back to our room and get checked. I got in bed and my new, and best yet, nurse checked me. 3cm. That was enough. I told everyone to leave me alone. I was going to crawl into bed & have a pity party. So I did just that. My contractions were coming fast and fierce. 9 out of 10 on a pain scale. But I was not making progress. I lay in bed terrified I was going to end up with a section. My pelvis was on fire. I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with pushing when and if the time came. After about half an hour I decided to get back on the ball. It was counterproductive lying in bed, I needed this baby to get in a good position to come out. At this point my dh & doula decided to order dinner. I just went about my business laboring, trying to relax through my contractions. It was getting intense. It had to be the pelvic pain. I was being taken to a level of pain I did not know even existed. Not only were the contractions the worst I had felt – there was no relief in-between because of my pelvis being pried apart. It was unbearable. And yet, there was nothing I could do. I just melted into each one knowing there would be no break. Just intense pain on top of intense pain. I had already decided to abandon my dream of a water birth, it slowed things down and I didn’t feel like getting in and out of the stupid tub. My doula and nurse almost forced me to go back into the tub room. I wanted to be checked first. Would you believe after several more hours of the worst pain I have ever felt in my life I was still 3cm? Neither could I. I cried again. I knew I was headed for a section. I knew I could not take much more of the pain. I was failing. My 7th and last birth, all my births before completely natural, my body was failing me. My nurse very calmly stroked my leg and explained that sometimes this happens to mom’s who have given birth so many times. We can get scar tissue in our cervix making it difficult to dilate, but I could go from 3cm to pushing in a very short time. She said there was no push for a section, they all had faith in my body, and me that I had done this before and I would do it again. Now lets get back in the tub. In the tub I went. I felt at this point I didn’t care how many stupid cm I was I just needed some relief. I got it in the tub, thank God. It was just after 8pm. My contractions were as intense, but I was getting some relief from the pelvic pain. I was sitting almost Indian style sideways in the tub. I was leaning back on a pillow and melting into the contractions. My dh was behind me caressing my head and shoulders. I was calm and quiet except making some counter pressure breathing during the contractions. I could feel the baby moving down. I could feel my cervix dilating. I knew it was getting close. I said out loud that I was going to be ready to push soon, but I did not want to get the Dr until I knew I had made progress. I was damned if I was going to get excited again just to be told I was 3cm. So I did the only logical thing – I reached down between my own legs and checked myself. (No I had never done that before, lol) I announced that I could feel the baby’s head – which had hair, but I still had a lip of cervix. I asked my nurse to get the Dr because it would only be a few more contractions. I’m not sure what everyone else in the room though about that. It was funny for a moment, but the nurse did as I asked. I could hear the Dr on the way in say “She said what? Well did you check her?” So the nurse checked me and said, “It’s exactly as she described, hair & all.” I waited 2 more contractions and felt like I should be pushing already, so something was holding me up. I went ahead and checked myself again and I was exactly the same. I announced this time that my position was holding me up and I needed to change positions. I looked at this Dr who I didn’t know, trust, or know if I really cared for at the time and asked what position he’d like me to get into to push, and that darling man said to me’ “what ever position feels right to YOU.” That was all I needed. Up to that point I had held myself up for what I feel like was the entire labor worrying about so much. I adjusted myself on my left side, I put my top leg on the top of the tub & grabbed onto my dh’s hands. The very next contraction I announced with a grunt that I was pushing. At first I tried to ease her head out slowly. Once the pain of that stretching of my pelvis hit me I said screw it, she needs to come out now! I got her head out with that first contraction. I took a deep breath and pushed for the second time with everything I had left and got the rest of her out. My doula shouted “Amy open your eyes!” I did and there was my precious baby in the water just waiting for me to reach down and take into my arms. The Dr had only guided her to my hands. My first thought was, she is so tiny! I have given birth to 2, 9lb 7oz babies and she was just a tiny peanut! I cuddled her with her body in the water totally relaxed and quiet. It was like time stopped. All my pain was gone and it was all worth it because I was just radiating with the immense love for my child. My dh got up at some point and grabbed a blanket and said “my turn!” She went right from my arms to his. I eased myself out of the tub and over to the toilet and gently delivered the placenta. I had a horrendous experience before, but my Dr was patient and gentle and perfect. After that I got in a wheelchair to be pushed to my room. Haven Ellerie was born at 9:09 pm – just less than an hour after I had gotten into the tub, after more than 30 hours in the hospital. She spent almost 2 hours with us until they took her to check her out and clean her up. They do all of it right in my room, which was wonderful. By 1:30am (Friday) I was finally left alone – I sent my dh home to be with my other babies.
The Dr, who I had not known or trusted, had ended up being just exactly what I needed. He trusted in me and let me listen to my body and birth my baby. I will always be grateful. He came to my room the next day and said he could speak for everyone in that tub room in saying it was the best birth they had ever seen in their life – ever. Coming from an experienced Dr I was so proud. And I should be. I was brought to a level of pain I had not know existed and I pushed myself through it. I had a few too many bumps along the way but I did it! And as I look down at my beautiful sleeping girl I can honestly say there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She is mine and I am hers and we are so in love!
There are many people that never truly know what their meaning of life is, and fewer that get to follow that dream. I know that being a mother is what I was meant to do. The fact that I have been able to do it 7 times, with all the love and support of my husband is overwhelming. I truly am the most blessed woman in the world.
Haven Ellerie Eastman was born on March 7 at 9:09 pm. She weighed a tiny 6lbs 14oz, 18in long. Her birth story started 6 weeks before her birth when I had my first elevated blood pressure. With a history of gestational hypertension I was monitored closely, but had zero symptoms of preeclampsia. Every weekly check up it was a watch & wait. Finally at my last appointment (Monday) at 36 & 6 it was at it’s highest 159/90 and I was told I had to make it to my next weekly appointment and they would induce me after 38w. I wasn’t feeling well. The next day (Tuesday) was terrible. I had done grocery shopping & was waiting in the car line at school to get my preschooler when I started feeling very nauseous, my face was pounding. I felt like a truck had hit me. I called my niece and asked her to come over and watch my 2 little ones so I could get a nap before I had to pick up my 4 older kids. I slept for a few hours & got through the night. I woke up the next morning (Wednesday) with a bunch of energy, dropped off the kids at school & made plans to see my niece for lunch. I met her after I picked up my preschooler for fast food in the car and I started feeling exactly them same as the day before. I promised the kids I’d take them to Target, but I knew I needed to go home. On my way home I called my doula to tell her how I’d been feeling. She was very concerned as she’s been through all 7 of my pregnancies and I had never felt like that before. She wanted me to call my ob/mw & let them know things were changing. I called & they put me through to the nurse who was not concerned at all. I had no symptoms of preeclampsia, I was more than 9 months pregnant, and maybe I had a stomach bug… She said I could wait for my next appointment on Monday, unless I really wanted to come in, she would not bother a Dr. but set me up with a nurse’s appointment to check my BP. I wasn’t sure what to do – I felt a little foolish, so I called my doula back and she said she was on her way to get me to bring me herself, because she was not comfortable with what I was telling her. I got to the office and they brought me right in & checked my BP – 169/98. Not good. The nurse said she’d grab a Dr right away and within 3 minutes she was back telling me to head over to the hospital, it was time to have my baby. I cried. I was so unprepared for that! I hadn’t said goodbye to the rest of my children and it was still 3 weeks early. I had to call my husband, he had to get my bag and meet us at the hospital.
When we got there they put me in triage, which was weird, and hooked me up to the monitor and drew blood. Apparently there was some “miscommunication” that I was there to be monitored and not induced. In bed my BP was peachy. They discussed sending me home. As it happens there are a few ob’s in my group I do not like and one mw & Dr. I love. My favorites both happen to be on call that night. The mw said she wanted me to have my BP taken standing up before we went any further. I had to pee anyway so it was a great time. They took it right as I stood and it was fine. I walked one door down to the bathroom & back, took it again – 169/98. The mw came in just as that pressure was taken & said I wasn’t going home. Ideally if I could go home and be on strict bed rest until 38w that is what we would do, but with 6 kids at home already we all agreed that wasn’t likely to happen. So off to a room I went. I was checked and was only 1cm, thick, and my cervix was very far back. The mw said she’d like to give me something to sleep, cervidil & pitocin in the morning. I did not want to take something to sleep. I also wanted to try the most natural induction as possible. My awesome nurse suggested a Foley catheter. It’s pretty simple, put it in your cervix, it stretches its way out & viola you are 3cm! Well, nothing is as easy as that. Because I was so unfavorable the mw had to set up the stirrups and break down the table to get the catheter in place. I was shocked at the sight and then feel of being in the stirrups. I had given birth 6 times before and never actually seen them. What an uncomfortable, confining, controlling, and obviously man created system that is! I have no idea how any woman could relax enough to push a baby out in those – especially uphill! I’m sorry to any of you who have done it. Anyway, the catheter placement was uncomfortable with all the reaching and the mw’s knuckles but after about 10 minutes she had it in & filled. And then – POP! We were confused at first, what the heck was that? My water? No, it was the balloon! No one had ever heard of one popping before. I had to go through the entire process again! It gets taped to you leg taught and you wait for it to fall out. It was around 7pm when that was finished. I was crampy but nothing more. My mw suggested I eat something & get some sleep. All I wanted was Greek yogurt and toast. Sent my doula out for just that & then sent her home promising I’d call when something started. Dh & I tried to get some sleep. I barely slept at all between worrying about the baby and constantly having my BP checked. I also had to have the nurses keep checking the catheter and adjusting it through the night. It was really frustrating. Not to mention the fact that my SPD was killing me, and the hospital bed was so uncomfortable. I hate the hospital so much anyway so I knew I wasn’t going to sleep.
Around 6:30 the next morning I went to the bathroom and delivered my Foley baby! I was pretty excited because that meant things were moving along! My mw came in & decided we could break my water now. I was 3cm but nothing else had changed, still thick and far back. She made 3 attempts to break my water – painfully and just couldn’t get it. She thought she nicked the bag. I had a few choices, she could try again, she could give me a break and try later, or she could bring in the Dr with more experience to give it a try. I asked her to bring in the Dr. Just as he walked in the room I said, “never mind!” My water had just broken! Exciting again! Now things would finally pick up and move along. Then nothing. We decided to break out the breast pump and give that a shot. I pumped for over an hour (got a bonus 20cc of colostrom) but nothing happened. We decided it was time to start pitocin. I’m not really sure what time that was, late morning I guess. Contractions started almost right away – painful from the get go as pitocin makes them. I decided to try to walk to speed things along. Now would be a good time to say I had been dealing with crippling SPD since November. It was so bad I was unable to walk around at all by evening. It was as if someone smashed me between the legs with a baseball bat, and I had a hot knife constantly stabbing me in the middle of my pelvis. Trying to walk around the hospital was too much. That made me upset because I’m used to being active during labor and if I couldn’t walk I was pretty much limited to the birth ball or the tub. So, I moved to the birth ball. It wasn’t so bad at first. I was having a fun time with my birth team, my dh, my doula, my nurse & my mw. Then the contractions really picked up. I was able to sneak in a snack of peanut butter on crackers. I would say they were at least a good 6 on the pain scale. Almost worse than the contractions was the pain in my pelvis from the SPD – like something was trying to pry me apart. My mw suggested the tub for some relief. There was part of me that knew I wasn’t ready for the tub. I asked to be checked first. 3cm! What! It had been hours of contractions & I had made no progress except the baby was zero station. I was so discouraged. I had great nurses come & go, my mw & favorite Dr would be leaving in a few hours, and I didn’t really know the next Dr on call. I got in the tub anyway. Instant relief! I would say a 50% reduction in pain. And then everything slowed down. Up with the pit as they had done all day. I was feeling more and more pressure on myself that it was taking too long, nothing was going as I had hoped. I got out of the tub and back on the ball in the tub room. My mw was leaving and I was at a stand still. I think my doula knew I was in a bad place so she stepped out and gave dh & I a little time. I put my head on my dh who was in a chair next to me and sobbed. I mean I sobbed hard. I had no idea why I was crying. Maybe because this was going to be the last baby? Maybe because I felt like I was letting everyone down because it was taking too long? Maybe because I was exhausted and it had been 24 hours of this already? We decided to go back to our room and get checked. I got in bed and my new, and best yet, nurse checked me. 3cm. That was enough. I told everyone to leave me alone. I was going to crawl into bed & have a pity party. So I did just that. My contractions were coming fast and fierce. 9 out of 10 on a pain scale. But I was not making progress. I lay in bed terrified I was going to end up with a section. My pelvis was on fire. I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with pushing when and if the time came. After about half an hour I decided to get back on the ball. It was counterproductive lying in bed, I needed this baby to get in a good position to come out. At this point my dh & doula decided to order dinner. I just went about my business laboring, trying to relax through my contractions. It was getting intense. It had to be the pelvic pain. I was being taken to a level of pain I did not know even existed. Not only were the contractions the worst I had felt – there was no relief in-between because of my pelvis being pried apart. It was unbearable. And yet, there was nothing I could do. I just melted into each one knowing there would be no break. Just intense pain on top of intense pain. I had already decided to abandon my dream of a water birth, it slowed things down and I didn’t feel like getting in and out of the stupid tub. My doula and nurse almost forced me to go back into the tub room. I wanted to be checked first. Would you believe after several more hours of the worst pain I have ever felt in my life I was still 3cm? Neither could I. I cried again. I knew I was headed for a section. I knew I could not take much more of the pain. I was failing. My 7th and last birth, all my births before completely natural, my body was failing me. My nurse very calmly stroked my leg and explained that sometimes this happens to mom’s who have given birth so many times. We can get scar tissue in our cervix making it difficult to dilate, but I could go from 3cm to pushing in a very short time. She said there was no push for a section, they all had faith in my body, and me that I had done this before and I would do it again. Now lets get back in the tub. In the tub I went. I felt at this point I didn’t care how many stupid cm I was I just needed some relief. I got it in the tub, thank God. It was just after 8pm. My contractions were as intense, but I was getting some relief from the pelvic pain. I was sitting almost Indian style sideways in the tub. I was leaning back on a pillow and melting into the contractions. My dh was behind me caressing my head and shoulders. I was calm and quiet except making some counter pressure breathing during the contractions. I could feel the baby moving down. I could feel my cervix dilating. I knew it was getting close. I said out loud that I was going to be ready to push soon, but I did not want to get the Dr until I knew I had made progress. I was damned if I was going to get excited again just to be told I was 3cm. So I did the only logical thing – I reached down between my own legs and checked myself. (No I had never done that before, lol) I announced that I could feel the baby’s head – which had hair, but I still had a lip of cervix. I asked my nurse to get the Dr because it would only be a few more contractions. I’m not sure what everyone else in the room though about that. It was funny for a moment, but the nurse did as I asked. I could hear the Dr on the way in say “She said what? Well did you check her?” So the nurse checked me and said, “It’s exactly as she described, hair & all.” I waited 2 more contractions and felt like I should be pushing already, so something was holding me up. I went ahead and checked myself again and I was exactly the same. I announced this time that my position was holding me up and I needed to change positions. I looked at this Dr who I didn’t know, trust, or know if I really cared for at the time and asked what position he’d like me to get into to push, and that darling man said to me’ “what ever position feels right to YOU.” That was all I needed. Up to that point I had held myself up for what I feel like was the entire labor worrying about so much. I adjusted myself on my left side, I put my top leg on the top of the tub & grabbed onto my dh’s hands. The very next contraction I announced with a grunt that I was pushing. At first I tried to ease her head out slowly. Once the pain of that stretching of my pelvis hit me I said screw it, she needs to come out now! I got her head out with that first contraction. I took a deep breath and pushed for the second time with everything I had left and got the rest of her out. My doula shouted “Amy open your eyes!” I did and there was my precious baby in the water just waiting for me to reach down and take into my arms. The Dr had only guided her to my hands. My first thought was, she is so tiny! I have given birth to 2, 9lb 7oz babies and she was just a tiny peanut! I cuddled her with her body in the water totally relaxed and quiet. It was like time stopped. All my pain was gone and it was all worth it because I was just radiating with the immense love for my child. My dh got up at some point and grabbed a blanket and said “my turn!” She went right from my arms to his. I eased myself out of the tub and over to the toilet and gently delivered the placenta. I had a horrendous experience before, but my Dr was patient and gentle and perfect. After that I got in a wheelchair to be pushed to my room. Haven Ellerie was born at 9:09 pm – just less than an hour after I had gotten into the tub, after more than 30 hours in the hospital. She spent almost 2 hours with us until they took her to check her out and clean her up. They do all of it right in my room, which was wonderful. By 1:30am (Friday) I was finally left alone – I sent my dh home to be with my other babies.
The Dr, who I had not known or trusted, had ended up being just exactly what I needed. He trusted in me and let me listen to my body and birth my baby. I will always be grateful. He came to my room the next day and said he could speak for everyone in that tub room in saying it was the best birth they had ever seen in their life – ever. Coming from an experienced Dr I was so proud. And I should be. I was brought to a level of pain I had not know existed and I pushed myself through it. I had a few too many bumps along the way but I did it! And as I look down at my beautiful sleeping girl I can honestly say there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She is mine and I am hers and we are so in love!
There are many people that never truly know what their meaning of life is, and fewer that get to follow that dream. I know that being a mother is what I was meant to do. The fact that I have been able to do it 7 times, with all the love and support of my husband is overwhelming. I truly am the most blessed woman in the world.
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Thanks, Luv! That is an amazing story!!! Sounds like God had just the right doctor and nurse there for you for when your daughter was finally ready to make her appearance. I hope this next labour is less bumpy for you.
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Livvy, you do look a little lower than last week.
I can also feel my baby's head starting to engage but I haven't noticed a visible drop in my belly yet. I'm hoping my little one will be here by next week too!
I can also feel my baby's head starting to engage but I haven't noticed a visible drop in my belly yet. I'm hoping my little one will be here by next week too!
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It does look a bit lower, Livvy!
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My belly dropped over the past week my future SIL & MIL, along with my mother have said so. When I went to my college class on Tuesday the whole class was like oh my gosh you have dropped! I finally realized today that I have, my belly hits legs now and its low! Is this to early? I read with your first dropping doesn't mean baby is coming soon that its more so with pregnancies to follow!
Today I swelled the worst yet, my ring was stuck and my feet had like cankle's I got in the pool and it went down but it was very uncomfortable while it last! It's nearly 90 degrees out so I'm sure that doesn't help but my hands have been swelling randomly for the last week! Laying here with my feet elevated right now trying to keep it away!
Today I swelled the worst yet, my ring was stuck and my feet had like cankle's I got in the pool and it went down but it was very uncomfortable while it last! It's nearly 90 degrees out so I'm sure that doesn't help but my hands have been swelling randomly for the last week! Laying here with my feet elevated right now trying to keep it away!
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Babyv my hands swelled noticably for the first time today, I think because I didn't drink enough yesterday. Make sure to stay hydrated!! And I think you're right, first pregnancy you can drop like 3 weeks before you deliver. I'm just looking for signs
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