Born on July 31, 2013 at 3:10 am
9 pounds 1 ounce, 21inches long
Tuesday July 30, I went in for my routine 39 week appointment. I had been having some real contractions off and on for a few days prior and I was excited to see if I had progressed at all. I was measuring 3cm and 70%. Progress! At the appointment we had to schedule an induction date as a back up plan in case Olive didn't come on her own. My Dr. wouldn't let me go past 41 weeks which fell on August 12, so that's when we scheduled it. We were both praying that she would come before then. After my experience with being induced with Remington, I was determined to go into labor on my own.
Before we left I asked my Dr. to sweep my membranes. He said it would only help if Olive was ready to be born, otherwise I'd maybe contract a little then stop completely. He told me to call if my contractions where 10 or less minutes apart or if my water broke.
We went on with our day as normal, feeling anxious and excited that she could come at anytime. That evening we went for a family walk and I walked with one foot in the gutter and one on the curb. (Apparently it was an old wives tale to help induce labor) I definitely felt some strong contractions. After dinner and getting Remington to bed I spent the next hour or so bouncing up and down on my yoga ball. I stood up to go use the bathroom and I felt another contraction. For the next hour and half I was having contractions 7-10 min apart. They were getting progressively stronger so we decided to call my Dr. He told us to head over to L/D and that he would meet us there.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening! David packed our bags in the car and we were off to the hospital. The ride there was a blur, we were so excited. It was 10:50pm when we arrived.
We checked in at the L/D desk and were lead into an exam room. They had me change into a gown and hooked up to the monitors. Sure enough my contractions were consistent.
Dr. came in shortly after to check me. I was still only dilated to a 3 and 80% effaced.
He gave me the options to continue laboring at home and come back later or stay and have my water broken. I was nervous about going home because my labor progressed so fast with Remington. What if I didn't make it back to the hospital in time? I was also nervous about having my water broken. Dr. knew that I really wanted to have as natural and intervention-free birth as possible. I didn't feel pressured into either option but I kept thinking "maybe this isn't really it? maybe she isn't ready?" We said a quick prayer and felt that it was best if we stayed.
I still couldn't believe this was all happening. It seemed so surreal.
We were moved into the delivery room, the room where I would soon meet my sweet Olive. My waters were ruptured and I continued to have contractions. At this point they weren't very painful but they were certainly uncomfortable.
Around midnight the contractions started to really pick up. Each one longer and more intense then the last. I spent a lot of time on my yoga ball rocking my hips back and forth and breathing through each one. I felt relaxed and in control. I started counting my breaths to help keep my mind off the pain.The contractions were lasting 10 deep breaths in and out. I knew by breath 5 I was past the worst part.
They started lasting longer...15 breaths and then 21 breaths long. They came over and over in waves. I got up to use the bathroom and labored in there for a while. It was then that I started to break down. I felt myself begin to lose control of my breathing. I cried out in pain. David never left my side speaking constant encouraging affirmations. He helped me get back on track.
I moved to the bed and labored on my knees with my body leaned over the back of the bed. My breathing out turned into low humming groans. The contractions continued to last 21 breaths long but they were getting closer and closer together. I felt like I couldn't rest in between. I couldn't get comfortable on the bed and requested to get in the jacuzzi tub. It was 1:30am.
While the nurse prepared the tub I felt myself loosing control again. I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't handle the pain. I broke down and decided that I wanted the epidural.
The anesthesiologist was an hour out. I didn't think I could make it that long. I got back on the yoga ball and tried to relax. My breathing turned into lots of yelling, some swear words and a lot of tears.
Finally after what seemed like forever the anesthesiologist walked in all. I was annoyed at how jolly he was this early in the morning. I also remember his body oder smelled so bad that I wanted to barf. I asked him to promise me that it would work this time.
He seemed pretty confident in his abilities.
The contractions I experienced while getting the epidural where hands down the most intense of the entire delivery. (probably because you're forced to hold still) My body began to tremble. I started to feel Olive move down. They laid me on my back so the drugs could disperse. I thought I was going to die.
"You should start to feel some relief any minute now." the anesthesiologist stated.
"ITSNOTWORKING" I yelled back at him.
And then there it was... that all too familiar almighty rectal pressure...like I was about to have the biggest bowel movement of my life.
"She's coming, I need to push" I cried to the nurse.
The anesthesiologist started to fidget with the drug disperser thing. But it was too late.
I started having flash backs to Remington's birth. I knew the epidural wasn't going to work again.
I felt angry and terrified yet strangely calm and confident in my ability to finish out the birth and control my pain.
I really didn't have any other choice...
They called my Dr. and I started to push. It was 3:00am.
I laid on my right side with my hands pushing against the bed rail. David held my left foot against his chest. Pushing was the most satisfying part of the birth experience. I felt so productive working with my body and I loved that I could feel her move down, making progress with each contraction.
Dr. rushed in, "Did I make it?" (He said it was the fastest he's ever driven to the hospital.)
In seconds the bed was broken down and it was go time.
I pushed more 3 times before I felt her head start to crown.
David said I was yelling "RING OF FIRE, RING OF FIRE!" over and over again which gave everyone in the room a good chuckle.
Another push and her head was out, and then her body.
The pain instantly subsided and my perfect baby girl was in my arms.
Oh sweet relief!
She cried only for a minute and looked right up into my eyes. I was so overcome with emotion. I can't even put into words everything I felt.
I could not believe I did it.
Within minutes we began breastfeeding. She latched on like a pro.
I finished delivering and got stitched up. (Only 4 stitches this time woo!) I was able to keep her with me for 2 hours before they washed and weighed her.
I about died when I saw that she was over 9lbs.
Later that morning David brought Remington up. I missed him so much! It was my first night away from him. It was such a sweet moment when he saw Olive for the first time.
I never thought I could be this happy
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Dr. is still stumped on why my body rejects the epidural. He thinks it has something to do with my spinal anatomy?
I guess the only thing I can count on for future deliveries is that my labors will continue to be short and that I need to stop paying for the stupid drugs that don't work for me...
I know that it's possible to give birth sans medication without dying (even though it feels like it for a short time) because I have DONEit, TWICE! (I do have to add that Olive's birth was a lot easier than Remington's probably because I knew what to expect and I went in prepared with pain management tools.)
I'll do it 100 times more because bringing a child into the world is the most amazing thing I have ever done and nothing beats holding that sweet little baby in your arms for the first time.
Your midwife can't be your doula too.
I've heard it said, when talking with women about their upcoming births with a midwife as their care provider, that they don't need a doula because their midwife will be acting as both a midwife and a doula. Now, I am supportive of everyones decisions regarding birth but I think it is important to know why there are doulas and why there are midwives. So here's a little chart that explains why this is so:
Midwives are absolutely amazing, there's no doubt about that. But no women (or man) that I've ever met has the ability to all at once support mom 110% and deliver a baby. Some midwives will stay with mom as she labors, which is an amazing benefit, but once it's time to push, the midwives' main job is to care for you and baby physiologically. A doula continues to support you emotionally the whole way through, and beyond. Doulas hold legs for pushing, keep mom focused, make sure that there is plenty of warm/cold water and washcloths, reassure dad and the list goes on. I hope that this infographic will help you in deciding who to recruit for your birth team and please give us a call or email if you have any questions. We can't wait to support you through your birth experience.
The Lost Hours
'There's a time, between your baby being born and everything settling down, that I like to call "the lost hours." These are the hours you never hear about in the "preparing for labor" and "bringing home baby" blogs and books. These are the hours many of us don't really remember much about. They are often skimmed over in birth stories with "we cleaned up the baby and they stitched me up." or "I took a shower and ate some dinner." But, what is happening to our bodies during these lost hours? How have we just given birth to a human being and gone back to our daily realities so quickly? One minute the hospital plays a happy birthday song over the loud speakers and the next you're alone with a new baby that you have to care for.
Oxytocin is pouring through your body at this point. The desire and need to snuggle, cuddle, nurse or feed your baby is strong and shouldn't be ignored. One amazing thing about having a doula is that we are there with you every step of the way and that includes these lost hours. If you're not able to have this time with your new baby, we will stay with you while your partner sees to the baby. We will comfort you, cry with you, rejoice with you or just be there for you, holding your space. There's no rule that says we have to leave right away. We want you to feel cared for, loved and comforted. Sometimes birth experiences don't go exactly the way you plan them and we are here to listen to the roller coaster of emotions you may be feeling.
After you deliver your baby, much of the attention goes immediately to them. The Doula Girls are here to care for YOU. We are here to be at your beck and call. We don't want our clients to fall through the cracks. We want you to feel cared for and continue to have your voice heard. We want you to get off on the right foot and that means continuing this birth high and one on one care as long as you need.
Don't let these lost hours be "lost" during your birth experience. Hire The Doula Girls today, to make sure that the first hours of your child's life are the best that they can be!
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Birth Story Saturday: No time for an epidural!
If you had told me at the beginning of the March Madness final game that I would have a baby before the game was over....ha! Here's how Monday went:
My mom flew in around noon and we hung out with Ben and Uncle Johnny. At 5pm we went to dinner (with Aunt Lindsey, too). At 6pm we went to Uncle Dan and Aunt Molly's house for Family Home Evening. Nick was at home because we had a great opportunity to get all the molding up in the basement. At 7pm we turned on the basketball game.
Around that same time, I started to feel cramps, so I knew those were contractions. They were about 7 minutes apart so we started timing them for awhile. By 8pm I was feeling uncomfortable and wanted to go home to get PJ's on and relax more. The contractions were getting stronger in the car and very uncomfortable. By the time we got home, I knew we needed to leave for the hospital. I threw some stuff in a bag (we didn't even have one ready yet, oops!) and Nick and I left while Mom put Ben to sleep.
I just laid in the backseat - contractions were now coming every couple minutes and my body really felt like it wanted to push. We got to the hospital just after 9pm. We came right up to the 5th floor (luckily I had pre-registered with the hospital) and checked in with the nurse there.
It took a couple minutes to answer a couple questions and sign something. She directed us to my room and I felt a contraction coming so I told Nick I needed to lay on the lobby couch for a minute until the contraction passed. As I tried to lay down, my water broke adn I felt Julia's head and the need to push (along with a lot of pain).
Nurses quickly showed up with a wheelchair. After I finally could get sitting in the wheelchair they rushed me to my room. I wanted an epidural so badly. They said they'd see, but there might not even be time.
They checked and said I was fully dilated and the doctor was on his way. Luckily he lives across the street and he just ran over and was there within 5 minutes. Until he got there, they told me to try as hard as possible not to push. It was very difficult not to.
Once Dr. Wolsey arrived they said I should now push. It hurt (no epidural remember) and I probably almost broke Nick's hand off (at least I didn't throw up on him this time!). :)
But after only 3 pushes, Julia was born!! She's sooo beautiful! It was amazing.
I got to my room at 9:15 pm and Julia was born at 9:35pm. And it's fun now to say I had her all naturally - no pain medication (though that was NOT by choice).
It's actually much nicer to be in more pain for a very short amount of time than to be uncomfortable and in a little pain for a long time (with Ben I was in labor for 10 hours, but was able to have an epidural).
We're just glad Julia is here and healthy (and that we didn't have her in the car on the way to the hospital!)
ood thing we didn't leave 5 minutes later! :)
