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Birth (Second of Three)

June 24th 2010 I found out I was pregnant with my second child. During this pregnancy I was extremely sick for the first 4 months. I had started out at my heaviest weight ever and ended the pregnancy at the same weight.

For some reason I really wanted a girl this time. The want was so strong that I cried almost every day for a week prior to our gender scan. I can’t explain why the want was so strong, but it was real. When I went to our gender scan, and a little baby vagina appeared on screen, I lost it and sobbed for joy.

Towards the end of my pregnancy I started my typical labor induction routine. After a week of it, I gave up for the most part. At 38w5d I ate some labor cookies that I had made. They are actually quite delicious if you don’t mind a bit of spice.

During this time my husband was working about 6 hours out of town, and was ready to come home whenever I went into real labor.

The next morning I woke up to my show. Nothing else happened that day. Sunday morning I had contractions again for a few hours and then they petered out. Finally Monday morning contractions got regular and I felt confident that this was the beginning of “real” labor.  Around noon I went to get checked at my midwife’s office.  My own midwife wasn’t due to return from her vacation for a few more days so I saw a student who was being overseen by another midwife in the practice.

I was told that I was 4cm and not really in active labor. She told me I could walk around days like this, so I would just have to wait and see. I went home to relax and see what would happen. I was trying to figure out when my husband should come home. We decided that regardless he should start making his way home.  I spent the afternoon with netflix laboring through contractions until around 5pm when I decided the tub would be more comfortable. I called my mother to come over to help with my son so I could concentrate on labor. She came over and sat with me through contractions and kept the little dude occupied. Around 6pm I noticed they were getting more and more uncomfortable so I called my midwife student again to tell her what was going on.  I wasn’t making a lot of noise so she told me to get out of the tub, relax for an hour, have something to eat and call her back.

As I got out of the tub, the pain became more and more intense. My sister and my brother-in-law both showed up to help with my son so my mother could accompany me to the hospital. I tried to eat something but just couldn’t do it.  I called her again and she finally agreed to meet me at the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital (at 7:45pm), the midwife ran into us in the parking lot. She had seen the chair my Mom had wheeled out for me and was encouraging me to walk.  I was in so much pain that walking ANYWHERE was out of the question for me.

After I was wheeled upstairs, the student checked me and was quite surprised to find out I was already 8cm. I was so ecstatic about reaching 8cm without any pain management I shouted “I’m in transition!! I can DO this!”.  I  At this point my husband was just getting on the ferry and about 4+ hours away as it was also snowing out.

A few minutes later they decided to break my water and I immediately was feeling the urge to push.  I had never felt anything so intense before.  I knew I was getting close to the end. As intense as the contractions were, the breaks between them were like little moments of heaven.   I had called my husband and my best friend Sarah to let them know how far along I was and that I was starting to push soon.

As I started pushing, I started to worry what kind of tearing I would experience this time.  3rd degree tears with my son were aweful and this time I didn’t have any pain medication.  In the heat of the moment I decided to just push the baby out and worry about the damage after.

A few pushes later, at 8:36pm they placed my daughter on my chest.  I sobbed like a baby myself. Then I was elated.  I couldn’t believe I had just pushed a baby out of my vagina with no interventions what-so-ever!  I called my husband and cried telling him that she was hear, and then cried again realizing that he was not yet.  After that his phone died and I would just have to wait until he arrived,

Then I remembered…  I asked my midwife “Ok, give it to me straight… What’s the damage down there?”.  I was fearing the worst.  She examined me and said that she thought I could probably use ONE stitch.  I lost it!  I couldn’t believe that not only had I done it med-free, I had given birth and only required ONE stitch.  I started saying “I feel like freakin SUPERwoman!”.  I probably repeated that phrase a dozen times, and then a dozen more when I was able to use the washroom unassisted.

By 10pm everyone had pretty much cleared out of the hospital room, and it was just me and my little girl waiting for my husband to arrive,  It felt like he was taking so long that I started to call hospitals and police services for the communities on the way home to make sure he hadn’t been in an accident.  AT 1:30am he arrived just as I was being patched through to an RCMP detachment.  Turns out he was just driving slower to stay safe because of all the snow falling.

Immediately that night I knew I wanted to do that again, but my husband had only agreed to two children.  I would have some work to do if I wanted to have another one!

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Birth (First of three)

After many attempts and eventually giving up for a while, I found out I was pregnant with our first child on August long weekend 2008.

Fast-forward to April 2009. I was coming up to my due date and had been trying every natural labor induction method I could find.  April 12th at 2:30am I woke up to an odd feeling.  I couldn’t quite place it, but decided to make a dash to the toilet where my water broke.

I called my husband who was still out playing poker that evening to come home because it was really happening!

He was home in record time!

We headed to the hospital expecting to be parents that day, but unfortunately the baby had other plans.  My labor did not progress at all that day. I even headed out to my parents house for Easter dinner.  When we got home I walked, bounced, timed and WILLED the baby to come… nothing.

Finally around 4am contractions started to get uncomfortable, so we headed back to the hospital.  When my Doctor came in to check me at 8am I was still about 3cm, so he decided to give me an epidural and augment me.  This was not part of my plan, but being that it had been so long, I consented.

The next few hours were pretty boring. My family arrived and came in to visit, my husband played on his phone, and I didn’t really feel like I was in labor anymore.  I was still able to walk, although my legs didn’t really work well, so I decided to stay in bed.

Around 11:30 I started to feel some really intense pains. By 12:00 my Doctor came back to check me.  3cm STILL!!  My Doctor looked at me and said “Looks like we’ll be having this baby by knife!”.  At this point I started crying from the pain.  My Doctor looked at me funny and I said quietly “I’m not crying because of the c-section, I’m crying because I’m in pain”.  He called in the OB to give me a quick consult before we headed down for my c-section.  Then he turned up my epidural to help with my pains and left the room.

When the OB arrived 30min later, he decided to check me as well, and I was now “10cm and ready to push” he said.  They called my doctor back to the room, and set me up for pushing.

When they told me they were going to turn off my epidural, I panicked.  I did not want to go back to that pain.  Then they said I could push whenever I was ready.  With no patience left, and the fear of pain approaching, I decided to feel my stomach for contractions and push with them.  I pushed for two hours before my son started having heart decelerations.  At that point I was told we needed to get the baby out faster, and we were going to try a vacuum assisted delivery.  After all 3 suction attempts it was all up to me. I had to push like a meant it or resign myself to a c-section. I chose to push.

At 3:13pm my precious 9lb 12oz som was born. He left behind him a trail of 3rd degree tears that took weeks to heal, but I loved him more than anything.

 

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Who knew?

January 2013

I’m 4 months pregnant with my 3rd child. Cruising Facebook buy/sell/trade pages. I come across a lot of cloth diapers for what seems like a really good price. There was a bunch of different kinds all together. I didn’t know what they were but they spoke to me.

I had always thought that cloth diapering wasn’t for me:

  • All that laundry!!!
  • Ewwww, who wants to deal with POOP!
  • What if I spend all that money to find out they don’t WORK for me
  • Cloth diapers are for hippies (No offense to hippies, I actually have a lot more in common with them than I thought)

For some reason, right then and there I decided I was going to try to cloth diaper.

Once I picked up the diapers, I went right to work figuring out which kinds were there, how to wash them all, and which ones worked best for different things. I messaged one on my friends who I knew cloth diapered, and asked her to tell me where she got hers… She introduced me to several BST pages (Buy/sell/trade) and my life has not been the same since.

I have discovered a love for cloth diapering that I never thought was possible! I have since destashed and restashed my entire collection multiple times in effort to try everything!

Apparently I love doing my cloth diaper laundry, and it really isn’t all that bad.  I had to deal with poop just as much than I did with disposables. (Did you know that you’re supposed to dump the poop from disposables into the toilet as well? Because I didn’t).  Having a variety to try reduces the amount of “wasted” money.  I put it in quotes because I don’t find I actually waste the money.  One thing I did not know before was that you can actually SELL your diapers when you are finished with them!  Even if cloth diapers are for hippies, they can also be for pretty much anyone. There are so many different kinds out there to suit any need.  Last but not least, CLOTH DIAPERS ARE SO CUTE!

Who would not want these beauties on their babies bums?

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