Ian's birth
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Today is my birthday. It is also the day I gave birth to my second son, Ian. Ian’s pregnancy started early in the year, so I was growing with the seasons. I started to show as the spring flowers were blooming at their peak. I was round and full at the height of summer. I ripened with the fall pumpkins and falling leaves. Ian was due the week after my birthday.
We had a false alarm. We went to the hospital with regular contractions. After calling our doulas and walking the halls, there didn’t seem to be any change. Our CNM had a meeting she wanted to go to… we told her to go. When she got back, she gave me something to put me to sleep. We were discharged in the morning.
Labor really began while we were enjoying the Home Show at the fairgrounds. As we walked around, pushing the stroller, contractions started coming in a regular pattern. After we got home, I ate and rested. We had chicken wings for dinner; my inlaws were in town for the birth, so my mother in law made dinner. I laid over my birth ball, my plate on the floor in front of me.
By 8pm, we figured we should go to the hospital. We checked in and they did an ultrasound to see what position the baby was in. The nurse got all upset, thinking the baby was breech. He wasn’t. They moved us into the largest birthing room when it became available. It was nice and big, though I really liked the cozy one we had been in.
We walked the halls. We rocked. We sat in the shower. Contractions got more painful and intense. I was not going to have an epidural this time… I had gone through doula training during this pregnancy and I was going to get through labor on my own. They put me on the birth stool… did not like that! I could feel the baby moving down. I had never felt that before and it was confusing and intense. All I wanted was to lay down. Finally, they let me back on the bed. The contractions were extremely intense, and I finally broke down and asked for a half dose of fentanyl. It didn’t help.
I writhed all over the bed complaining about the pain. I think the complaining helped, though. Finally, the baby crowned. This is the only birth I have photos of… and as agonized as I look in them, I treasure them. The CNM pulled him out and there was a loud pop. They thought they may have broken his clavicle… but it turned out to be okay. We were not happy they pulled on him so hard. He nursed well, and we eventually were moved to our postpartum room. Ian was born at 3:03am on my birthday.
I had pushed so hard that I pulled muscles in my legs and could hardly move. I was very happy with my son, however. He was wonderful. He still is.
We had a false alarm. We went to the hospital with regular contractions. After calling our doulas and walking the halls, there didn’t seem to be any change. Our CNM had a meeting she wanted to go to… we told her to go. When she got back, she gave me something to put me to sleep. We were discharged in the morning.
Labor really began while we were enjoying the Home Show at the fairgrounds. As we walked around, pushing the stroller, contractions started coming in a regular pattern. After we got home, I ate and rested. We had chicken wings for dinner; my inlaws were in town for the birth, so my mother in law made dinner. I laid over my birth ball, my plate on the floor in front of me.
By 8pm, we figured we should go to the hospital. We checked in and they did an ultrasound to see what position the baby was in. The nurse got all upset, thinking the baby was breech. He wasn’t. They moved us into the largest birthing room when it became available. It was nice and big, though I really liked the cozy one we had been in.
We walked the halls. We rocked. We sat in the shower. Contractions got more painful and intense. I was not going to have an epidural this time… I had gone through doula training during this pregnancy and I was going to get through labor on my own. They put me on the birth stool… did not like that! I could feel the baby moving down. I had never felt that before and it was confusing and intense. All I wanted was to lay down. Finally, they let me back on the bed. The contractions were extremely intense, and I finally broke down and asked for a half dose of fentanyl. It didn’t help.
I writhed all over the bed complaining about the pain. I think the complaining helped, though. Finally, the baby crowned. This is the only birth I have photos of… and as agonized as I look in them, I treasure them. The CNM pulled him out and there was a loud pop. They thought they may have broken his clavicle… but it turned out to be okay. We were not happy they pulled on him so hard. He nursed well, and we eventually were moved to our postpartum room. Ian was born at 3:03am on my birthday. I had pushed so hard that I pulled muscles in my legs and could hardly move. I was very happy with my son, however. He was wonderful. He still is.
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