Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Miles' Birth Story: Part 2

{You can find Part 1 of Miles' birth story here}

After the midwife checked me and determined that I was about 5 centimeters dilated, she suggested that I labor in the tub. I had decided to attempt to go through with this labor without any drug interventions and I was pretty miserable. The tub had helped a little bit when I was in labor with Emerie though they didn't let me stay in long with her. I was with a different practice with her and saw doctors instead of midwives. They didn't have a waterproof doppler and made me get out to check on her heartbeat and to check my progress. My midwife was armed with a waterproof doppler so I got in the tub and Phillip sat in the bathroom with me. The contractions were horrible. Hubs prayed for me through each and every one and that gave me the strength to get through them. The water helped some but they were still so awful. D. came in to check on Miles heart rate a time or two and she checked my cervix (all in the tub!). It was so nice to not have to move in and out of the tub to be checked and monitored. The first time she checked I was about 8 centimeters and I began to feel more pressure with the contractions during the last two centimeters. My body started pushing naturally and I told hubs to get D. in there with us. I was afraid I was going to have a water birth! She came in and checked again and I was almost to ten. She said it was okay to push with the contractions, it would just help move the baby down (not the kind of pushes that would get him out!). She stayed in the bathroom with us and whispered soothing and encouraging things and finally told me that it was time to get out and prepare to push so we could meet our baby. I didn't know what to expect with the pushing, I sort of assumed and really hoped it would be a few hard pushes and he would come right out. Ha. Wrong. They wrapped me in warm blankets and I got on the bed and laid down. This is where things got really intense and even more painful. I should also mention that my water had not broken through this whole process, and being the traditional midwife that she is, she did not break it for me. I had gotten to the hospital close to 10:00 and it was 11:00 when I got out of the tub at 10 centimeters and prepared to push. I labored through a few contractions (that made me feel like I may not survive his birth). I just kept breathing through them and I was laying on my side gripping hubs' shirt and the top of his shorts (I did that through most of the contractions once I got out of the tub). At this point I was in excruciating pain and I remember saying, "I can't do this" and D and hubs kept saying, "Yes you can, you ARE doing this". I had a lot of pressure with the next contraction to push and so my body took over and naturally pushed, and my water exploded. There's really no other way to explain it. It relieved the pressure and for a split second I felt relief... until the next contraction.

Part 3 (aka the part where we meet our sweet baby) coming soon!

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Miles' Birth Story: Part 1

Miles' due date was July 2 according to my cycle and July 6 according to the first ultrasound. We decided to go with the 2nd (mainly because it was sooner!). He was born Saturday, July 5. Was he three days late or one day early? :) Here's his birth story....
Early Saturday morning (5:30 a.m.) I woke up with some contractions. I had felt a painful one or two throughout the night but I thought it was just him pushing on my bladder so I got up to go to the bathroom once or twice and went back to sleep. At 5:30 I realized that they didn't feel like BH contractions so I laid there for a little while and timed them. They were 7-10 minutes apart. I got up and went upstairs to read on the couch for a little bit to see if the change in position would put an end to the contractions (in case it was false labor). They continued so I got a shower and got the last of my things packed up before waking hubs up. They were getting closer together (about 5 minutes). Hubs got up and showered and helped get Emerie's things ready and we finally got her up around 8. My dad had gone to help my sister move (an hour and a half away) but my mom and older sister had stayed behind "just in case". Thank goodness they did. We left our house shortly after Emerie woke up and I suffered through a few contractions in the car. We stayed and talked to mom for a few minutes and I finally told hubs we needed to go because they were really starting to hurt and they were only 2-3 minutes apart. I didn't want to get to the hospital too early or too late. (Ha!).
We arrived at the hospital around 9:45 that morning and I was quickly wheeled up to Labor and Delivery after telling the clerk in the ER that I was 3 days late and this was it. :)
The nurses gave me a gown and checked my weight (I gained around 35 pounds, same as with Emerie). I asked the nurse which midwife was on call and when I found out it was D.  I looked at my husband and said something along the lines of "oh crap, I'm doing this without an epidural."
I was slightly happy and slightly terrified. Out of all of the midwives at my practice, D. was the most traditional. I had told hubs before going to the hospital that if it were any of the other midwives I'd probably have an epidural, but if it was D. I knew I wouldn't.... I sort of wanted to try to have him without any interventions and with her on call I knew that I wasn't going to get the epi this time.
They hooked me to the monitor to see my contractions and she checked my cervix to see how far along I was. 5 centimeters. Halfway there. We were having a baby.
Stay tuned for part 2. :)

Friday, August 1, 2014

Oh Hey, 5 on Friday!

I have so many posts swirling around inside of my head but I can't seem to find the time or energy to sit down and write them right now! The birth story is the next post I hope to write... I have it written in my journal, it's just a matter of typing it out.... an almost one month old and a certain two year old are keeping me busy (and exhausted!). Linking up with Karli and Amy today for Oh Hey Friday!
The Farmer's Wife
{ONE} We are still enjoying summer around here... and are so sad that it's flying by!
{TWO} There's lots of sibling love happening as well... she is such a good big sister. She helps me get things I need for him (like when I'm nursing and can't get up, she will go get me bibs and burp cloths). She kisses him a million times a day and always wants to hold him! (Also, can we talk about how big he is? He doesn't feel like a tiny newborn anymore! :( )
{THREE} Miles got to meet his great grandma for the first time yesterday. So sweet.
{FOUR} We took our house off of the market for a month or so and it's officially back on the market, listed with a different realtor at a different price! I have no idea where we will move to but we hope to move before the end of the year.
{FIVE} My first day back to work will be the first day of school. I'm trying not to think about it, or stress about it. I want to enjoy what's left of summer. We still have lots we want to do... including taking Emerie to the zoo and to a splash pad.

Happy Friday! Be back soon with the birth story (I hope!). :)