Introducing…

My sweet boy is here! I don’t have any pictures to post at the moment, I’m on my laptop and don’t use it for pictures, so tomorrow when I have a bit more time and Bubby isn’t sleeping on my chest I’ll add some pictures ­čśÇ

I had been having very mild contractions for the past week, basically felt like menstrual cramping with some back aches but it never picked up. On Sunday, at 40 weeks, I was very discouraged that my body wasn’t going to do what it’s made to do on it’s own and that I would have to be induced. I was also worried that my “doula”, our very dear friend Janelle (who is also our children’s godmother), wouldn’t be able to attend due to not being able to find a sitter for her brood. On top of all that, I really wanted a midwife to be at the hospital when I delivered, but due to some (in my opinion) crazy new rules, they only work during certain hours. So I was a little stressed, very pregnant, and praying begging God to help my body start preparing for this little boy!

Sunday evening I went to bed with a heavy heart, but I still had some hope that things would turn around. Monday morning I was scheduled to see one of the midwives and prior to my appointment I noticed that my cramping was a little bit more intense, but nothing I couldn’t get through. I didn’t even mention it to J because I didn’t want him to get his hopes up and then it be a false alarm. So I went about my morning as usual and mentioned to Janelle while I was chatting with her online that something MIGHT be starting and to be ready just in case. So off to our appointment we went, J actually decided to take Boogie on a little daddy/daughter outing while I went to my appointment so that was nice that they got to do that as well. I knew that since I was over 40 weeks now that my midwife would want to discuss an induction date in case my labor didn’t start, and I even considered having her check my cervix (I had declined having it checked prior to this appointment because I truly believe they are unnecessary…. your body can go from 0-60 in no time or drag on for days…) and possibly strip my membranes to kick start labor. However, once I got inside and had been sitting for a few minutes my cramping started to intensify, it was still a manageable pain but it helped me decide to stick to my guns and decline having myself checked and go about my day. After talking with my midwife we discussed waiting til Thursday to be checked and then discuss induction options. She was even willing to make sure she would be at the hospital on Friday to break my water so that I could have a midwife there with me. We discussed my cramping and she said to just go about my day and see how it went and if nothing happened she’d see me on Thursday.

I had an NST (non-stress test) that day as well and it picked up mild contractions, but nothing more. J and Boogie picked me up and we decided to stop at a quaint little toy store down the road and as we were talking to and from the store my contractions really began to pick up. (At this point I had mentioned to J that I was starting to get more intense cramps.) J and I decided it might be a good idea to pick up some lunch and just hang out at Janelle’s to see if these intensified since her house isn’t quite as far from the hospital as ours, and I knew having my friend nearby would be calming!

The drive to her house wasn’t fun, I found that when I was up and walking and moving I could relax my body and easily get through my contractions, however in the van it was much harder to relax going over bumps and imperfections on the roads. I just had to keep telling myself, “Breathe, relax. You can do this, you’re body was made for this.” And I prayed… a LOT! We made it to Janelle’s about 1:30pm with the intention that we were going to eat lunch and then just hang out until I felt we needed to head the hospital. We thought in several hours that would be the case… however after about 10 minutes I wasn’t able to talk through my contractions so I had J call my mom to pick Boogie up in case we needed to go soon. My biggest fear was that I would decide to go to the hospital with these intense contractions and be barely dialated. I didn’t want to drive all the way over there and be turned away, or worse, being feeling so much pain for only the beginning of labor. Despite all that I made the decision that we needed to go SOON, I was feeling a lot of pressure and knew that the ride there was going to be awful… might as well get it over with right?

We headed to the hospital at 2, made it there bye 2:30 and when they checked me I was SEVEN centimeters dialated! SEVEN! I couldn’t believe it! I had essentially labored all day and had reached transition. I was ecstatic and so incredibly relieved. I had pretty much resigned myself to the thought that if I wasn’t more than 4cm that I would be getting an epidural because my contractions felt like they did at the beginning of my labor with Boogie (which was awful, with back labor and very painful non stop contractions). But this time, I had pushed through the pain for so long that I had made it almost to the end! We slowly made our way from pre-op to our labor room (by slowly I mean we stopped like 3 times for me to sway and breathe through contractions). Literally right after we got to the room I asked to be checked again because the pressure I was feeling was so intense, and amazingly just from the walk from pre-op to our room I had gone from 7 to 8cm. We weren’t able to get a room with a tub so I decided to stand in the shower and let J use the shower head hose to spray hot water on my back during contractions. That felt AMAZING.

This is when it started getting really intense. I started feeling like my body wanted to push while I was in the shower, so they had me get out and when they checked me I was already at 9cm. The OB (yes, none of the midwives were there… boo) tried to stretch the little bit of my cervix aside so that I could start pushing but it was very painful and obviously didn’t help. So I stood, swayed, and not minutes later my body started pushing on it’s own. I can’t even describe to you how this felt. I literally felt like I had no control over my body, it was like someone had taken over my body and was using every muscle to push. My legs started shaking really bad so the nurse and the residents that were attending me suggested that I kneel on my knees in the bed and lean over the back (with the back raised of course) so that I could continue to sway and stay upright. Just prior to doing so however, my body continued to push and my water broke! It was a totally different sensation pushing to break my water than it was with Boogie when it just spontaneously broke.

Once up on the bed, my body continued to push and it was incredibly painful. I had expected pushing to feel a bit better because from every birth story I had read (for women who birthed naturally) those women claimed that pushing made the pain go away. However for me, the pain was still very much there, and I almost felt out of control of my body… so while it wasn’t entirely unpleasant to push it also wasn’t the relief I expected. I groaned and yelled and screamed through every push while my dear, sweet, wonderful “doula” Janelle teased me about being an opera singer (you just wait woman… the old jokes are just going to get worse from here!). I was begging for water between pushes, my body was working so hard that I felt like i was completely dehydrated and my mouth was so dry and chapped. I was trying to ask the entire time where Bubby was (in relation to how close he was to crowning and how close to his head coming out), but I guess through my pain I sounded like a crazy person screaming “Where is he?!?!” Yea… Janelle teased me about that too. Eventually, I felt his head slowly starting to come out and I started to feel more control of my body and really put everything I had into pushing. I was doing really well with staying calm (despite what everyone around me may have been thinking) but at this point I started to get scared that I was going to tear horribly because of how quickly he was coming…. I prayed a quick prayer as I pushed his head out and after that I forgot those fears. Once his head was out I pushed one or two more times and he came completely out. The resident handed him to me between my legs and all I can remember at that point was how beautiful my sweet boy was and that “I DID IT!”.

I got to hold Bubby while his cord finished pulsating, I got to do skin to skin care and nurse him within minutes of his birth. I got to kiss him all over and count his fingers and toes…. all the things I desperately wanted to do with Boogie but wasn’t able to so soon after birth. Once the cord stopped pulsating J (yes, J really did it this time!) cut the cord and we just bonded until they were ready to check him over and get him bundled up. We stayed in L&D for a few hours because I was bleeding a little more than they like to see, but thankfully after giving me a shot of pitocin it slowed and we were able to go up to the Mother Baby Unit.

So… let’s recap. I arrived at the hospital at 2:15pm, was 7cm at 2:30pm, minutes later was 8cm, probably 30 min later was 9cm… started pushing shortly after and Bubby was born at 4:09pm. Despite how quickly he made his debut I only had two superficial tears! Also, because of how quickly everything happened I never got an IV (which was what I had hoped for as well), they never had time to draw my blood, and I think I threw my whole birth team for a loop with how fast everything went! Bubby didn’t even have a cone shaped head when he came out, his head was perfect and round… he just didn’t have time for his head to be any different lol!

I feel like super woman… seriously. This was the birth I dreamed about during my pregnancy with Boogie… and while it didn’t happen with her I am so incredibly blessed and thankful that God gave me this second opportunity to birth without fear. The woman’s body is phenomenal, it’s awe-inspiring, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the high I got from this whole experience!

Welcome to the world my sweet little Bubby, my 7lb 10oz, 19.3 inch long miracle!

 

*My birth story was published on Birth Without Fear, click THIS link to check it out!

Summer Blog Challenge, Day 23

Going Green with the Grizls

Day 23: Favorite Blog Post You Have Written, Prior to this Blog Post

Boogie’s birth story… it was one of the best days of my life. I waited so long to get pregnant and so long to hold my miracle baby in my arms. You can read it HERE.

Summer Blog Challenge, Day 11

Going Green with the Grizls

Day 11: Best Day of Your Life

That’s easy… December 28, 2010. The day my beautiful little girl came into the world, she changed my life and has kept me on my toes everyday since! Here is her birth story:

Boogie is finally here! She is absolutely perfect, absolutely beautiful… and I have fallen head over heels for my sweet pea! I’m going to try to write my birth story, but I’m sure I’ll forget some things… let’s see…

On Monday night, the 27th, I was sitting in bed watching Bones and┬ásurfing the internet and felt a little trickle down there. I thought I had peed on myself a little, because being super mondo pregnant, it happens… a lot! So I went to the restroom and nothing else leaked out so I was sure it was just urine. I went back to bed and turned Bones back on and BAM! Ok, not bam… more like EEK! I could feel it start trickling, so I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as a fat pregnant woman can run and managed to make it to the bathroom just before my water broke EVERYWHERE. I yelled for J and got cleaned up and we got dressed to head to the hospital.

After calling and speaking to one of the midwifes, the decision was made to stay home for 12 hours or until contractions started and picked up a bit.┬áJanelle came over so that she could take us to the hospital and be my second support person (thank GOD for her). We watched some more Bones and we all got some sleep, not nearly enough, but a couple hours atleast. Nothing happened… just some measly (sp?) little menstrual like cramping. Around 6:30am we called my mom and asked if we could come hang out at her house until it was time for us to head to the hospital… I really wanted her to braid my hair to keep it out of my face, she’s a french braiding pro LOL.

Finally, around 9:30am on the 28th we headed to the hospital. We were so excited, a little bit nervous, but incredibly excited. They checked my progress in the L&D triage unit and I wasn’t having any contractions, and the nurse couldn’t get a sample of my water because it wasn’t trickling anymore… however when the midwife came in to check my cervix it was DEFINATELY leaking again. I was 3.5 cm┬ádialated so they admitted me and started me on pitocin to kick start my contractions.

The beginning of my contractions were totally manageable. My goal was to have a natural, drug free labor, with the exception of the pitocin ofcourse. However… sometimes your plans change. The regular contractions were painful, but I was handling them really well. Then a couple of hours into labor I started having terrible back labor… horrible, painful back labor. I can’t even describe to you the pain I endured, they were lasting a minute or more, were a minute apart. I had no time to breathe, no time to relax, no time to get a grip and deal with the pain. It was continuous… and even in that tiny┬á1 minute break, the contractions would stop but the back pain never went away. I asked about alternative pain medications… if you don’t know me very well, then let me tell you… I am horribly afraid of needles. I was terrified of getting an epidural or a spinal… absolutely terrified. They offered me a drug (I can’t remember the name of it) that would help me relax between contractions, however, after talking to Janelle we realized it wouldn’t be the best choice for me. Apparently a lot of people that use that do rest between contractions, but because they rest so deeply they end up feeling like they have one endless horrible contraction… and never realize that they did in fact get to rest in between pains.

I chose to have an epidural, I was around 6.5 cm dialated at this point… this was after all that back labor, trying heating pads, the water tub, etc etc. I was so scared, I was crying in pain, crying in fear… and I was so incredibly blessed to have my amazing hubby and amazing friend Janelle there to support me. They loved on me, and reassured me the entire time. I got on the bed and into position to get the epidural and I was so afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hold still during my contractions. Janelle and J stood in front of me, Janelle prayed over me and held my hand, J held my hand… and I cried. It was over with pretty quickly, but I can assure you that that moment was the most terrifying moment in my life.

The nurse got me laying down in the bed and the epidural kicked in almost immediately… thank goodness! I was finally able to rest, and ONE HOUR later I was fully effaced and dialated and ready to push! I believe they said that I pushed for one hour, seemed a lot shorter than that to me… it was incredible. I thought that getting the epidural would mean I wouldn’t be able to feel anything. I was wrong though! I was tingly and definately numb, but I could feel her moving down and crowning.

At 9:07pm, on December 28th, 2010 my beautiful baby girl was born! She had the cord wrapped around her a couple of times… and she had a little bit of trouble breathing at first… but she found her bearings and cried beautiful cries. Janelle cut her cord and they handed her off to me and she had the most beautiful big blue eyes! She was 5lbs 13 oz, 18.5 inches long… and BEAUTIFUL. I only needed 2 stitches to repair a tiny tear, the epidural wore off pretty quickly, and by 12am we were moved into a mommy/baby room ready to start our lives!

J was amazing, he was so supportive and loving. I couldn’t have wished for a better husband, God definatley had his hand in choosing him to be my life partner and best friend. Janelle was my rock, she was incredibly supportive and I believe I made the BEST choice in choosing her and her husband to be Boogie’s godparents. My midwife, Dolly, was incredible… she never stopped praising me and letting me know how well I was doing and that I was making good decisions. The nurses were amazing… and despite the horrible back labor, I had an AMAZING birth experience. I know what to expect when we decide to have more children, and I’ll know what to do if I have back labor in any other birth experiences in the future!

Boogie is a wonderful baby, she sleeps a LOT, is latching and feeding pretty well, and she makes the most precious faces. All of her grandparents are thrilled and adore her…. Uncle Josh and Uncle Pickle are smitten… and mommy and daddy are head over heels!

 

Boogie is HERE!

Boogie is finally here! She is absolutely perfect, absolutely beautiful… and I have fallen head over heels for my sweet pea! I’m going to try to write my birth story, but I’m sure I’ll forget some things… let’s see…

On Monday night, the 27th, I was sitting in bed watching Bones and┬ásurfing the internet and felt a little trickle down there. I thought I had peed on myself a little, because being super mondo pregnant, it happens… a lot! So I went to the restroom and nothing else leaked out so I was sure it was just urine. I went back to bed and turned Bones back on and BAM! Ok, not bam… more like EEK! I could feel it start trickling, so I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as a fat pregnant woman can run and managed to make it to the bathroom just before my water broke EVERYWHERE. I yelled for J and got cleaned up and we got dressed to head to the hospital.

After calling and speaking to one of the midwifes, the decision was made to stay home for 12 hours or until contractions started and picked up a bit.┬áJanelle came over so that she could take us to the hospital and be my second support person (thank GOD for her). We watched some more Bones and we all got some sleep, not nearly enough, but a couple hours atleast. Nothing happened… just some measly (sp?) little menstrual like cramping. Around 6:30am we called my mom and asked if we could come hang out at her house until it was time for us to head to the hospital… I really wanted her to braid my hair to keep it out of my face, she’s a french braiding pro LOL.

Finally, around 9:30am on the 28th we headed to the hospital. We were so excited, a little bit nervous, but incredibly excited. They checked my progress in the L&D triage unit and I wasn’t having any contractions, and the nurse couldn’t get a sample of my water because it wasn’t trickling anymore… however when the midwife came in to check my cervix it was DEFINATELY leaking again. I was 3.5 cm┬ádialated so they admitted me and started me on pitocin to kick start my contractions.

The beginning of my contractions were totally manageable. My goal was to have a natural, drug free labor, with the exception of the pitocin ofcourse. However… sometimes your plans change. The regular contractions were painful, but I was handling them really well. Then a couple of hours into labor I started having terrible back labor… horrible, painful back labor. I can’t even describe to you the pain I endured, they were lasting a minute or more, were a minute apart. I had no time to breathe, no time to relax, no time to get a grip and deal with the pain. It was continuous… and even in that tiny┬á1 minute break, the contractions would stop but the back pain never went away. I asked about alternative pain medications… if you don’t know me very well, then let me tell you… I am horribly afraid of needles. I was terrified of getting an epidural or a spinal… absolutely terrified. They offered me a drug (I can’t remember the name of it) that would help me relax between contractions, however, after talking to Janelle we realized it wouldn’t be the best choice for me. Apparently a lot of people that use that do rest between contractions, but because they rest so deeply they end up feeling like they have one endless horrible contraction… and never realize that they did in fact get to rest in between pains.

I chose to have an epidural, I was around 6.5 cm dialated at this point… this was after all that back labor, trying heating pads, the water tub, etc etc. I was so scared, I was crying in pain, crying in fear… and I was so incredibly blessed to have my amazing hubby and amazing friend Janelle there to support me. They loved on me, and reassured me the entire time. I got on the bed and into position to get the epidural and I was so afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hold still during my contractions. Janelle and J stood infront of me, Janelle prayed over me and held my hand, J held my hand… and I cried. It was over with pretty quickly, but I can assure you that that moment was the most terrifying moment in my life.

The nurse got me laying down in the bed and the epidural kicked in almost immediately… thank goodness! I was finally able to rest, and ONE HOUR later I was fully effaced and dialated and ready to push! I believe they said that I pushed for one hour, seemed a lot shorter than that to me… it was incredible. I thought that getting the epidural would mean I wouldn’t be able to feel anything. I was wrong though! I was tingly and definately numb, but I could feel her moving down and crowning.

At 9:07pm, on December 28th, 2010 my beautiful baby girl was born! She had the cord wrapped around her a couple of times… and she had a little bit of trouble breathing at first… but she found her bearings and cried beautiful cries. Janelle cut her cord and they handed her off to me and she had the most beautiful big blue eyes! She was 5lbs 13 oz, 18.5 inches long… and BEAUTIFUL. I only needed 2 stitches to repair a tiny tear, the epidural wore off pretty quickly, and by 12am we were moved into a mommy/baby room ready to start our lives!

J was amazing, he was so supportive and loving. I couldn’t have wished for a better husband, God definatley had his hand in choosing him to be my life partner and best friend. Janelle was my rock, she was incredibly supportive and I believe I made the BEST choice in choosing her and her husband to be Boogie’s godparents. My midwife, Dolly, was incredible… she never stopped praising me and letting me know how well I was doing and that I was making good decisions. The nurses were amazing… and despite the horrible back labor, I had an AMAZING birth experience. I know what to expect when we decide to have more children, and I’ll know what to do if I have back labor in any other birth experiences in the future!

Boogie is a wonderful baby, she sleeps a LOT, is latching and feeding pretty well, and she makes the most precious faces. All of her grandparents are thrilled and adore her…. Uncle Josh and Uncle Pickle are smitten… and mommy and daddy are head over heels!