I woke up around 4:00am on April 19th with mild contractions and more bloody show. I went and warmed up my two herbal rice packs in the microwave and tried to go back to bed. I laid there for a good two hours having regular contractions and just couldn’t get back to sleep. I decided to just get up eat breakfast, unloaded the dishwasher and just straighten up the house. When all that was done I sat watching the news on TV.
All of a sudden I feel the baby move and there was a lot of pressure and then I felt/heard a pop. I immediately jumped up and ran to the guest bathroom where it was clear my water had broke. It was 6:45 am. I got Jeremy up and told him to call the midwife just to let her know where I was at (I had called her around 6am to tell her I was having regular contractions). I called my mom and told her what was going on (she was to watch Elizabeth during the birth) but I also told her no need to rush because I was sure it would be a while before the baby was here.
It all started on Friday, March 30th. I woke up around 4am that morning having contractions. I headed to the bathroom and noticed there was bloody show. I went back to bed not wanting to alert Jeremy just yet,but at the same time thinking this baby will be here soon. The contractions lasted most of the day, but they never got really strong or too close together. I called the hospital and my doctors office and they both assured me this was just the beginning and to stay off my feet and relax. I called in to work to tell them I wouldn’t be finishing out my two days. I stayed home and relaxed. The next day Saturday was a normal day. I had no contractions. I still stayed home and relaxed.
Round two of this story starts in the early am hours of April 1st. My first thought on my contractions starting was I cannot have this baby on April Fools day and second thought was Dr. Terryberry is out of town until the second, I have to wait until tomorrow.
I was 37 weeks pregnant with my second child, a girl, when I started having contractions the afternoon of Wednesday, August 12th. It was hot and muggy and I was miserable, so I went and took a swim with my 3 year old son. After doing some laps, my contractions started getting closer together, but then when I stopped they would stop too. I figured it was just a false alarm, and disappointed, I went about the rest of my evening.
That night in bed I started having contractions again, and I tried to get as much sleep as I could. By the time the sun was coming up they were too strong to sleep through. I made breakfast, cleaned the house up, and packed my bags. I called my mother and put her on stand by because she had to drive 2 hours to be there for the birth. I called my doula and she told me to call her when we were headed to the hospital. I called my OB and she told me to get there as soon as possible, because I’d tested positive for Group B Strep and I would need IV antibiotics.
It all started on Monday night. When I first started feeling contractions, we went out for Thai food because everyone had told us that I should try to eat as much as possible to maintain strength and energy. In retrospect, it was really nice that we did it just to have one last night out with just the two of us!
When we got home, the contractions were not strong or very regular, but were happening every 10 minutes or so for a couple of hours, so I called my midwife and told her that we would probably be calling later that night. At around 11 the contractions got stronger and were about 10 minutes apart. I was too excited to sleep so I just stayed up and messed around with all the baby things. By morning, though, the contractions were slowing down. Dorie, the baby I was nannying, came over around 7 and I told her mom that I might call later in the day, but that I could keep her for then. Philip stayed home and helped, but I wasn’t having many contractions at all by that point.
I woke up on Saturday morning (June 27th) at 5:30, having to use the bathroom, as usual. But, when I rolled over and sat up to get out of bed I got a wet surprise and thought that maybe I had peed myself since it was kind of a small gush. So I grabbed a towel out of the laundry basket and continued to the bathroom to do my business and then came back to bed. I put a towel down where it was wet and soon after I laid back down i started getting cramps down low in my belly.
My DH (Jason) got up to go to the bathroom a few minutes later and when he came back I told him that I thought I might have had an “accident” but that now I was having some weird cramping. He asked if it was my water and I told him I didn’t know, that it wasn’t like what I would have expected my water breaking to have been. I thought it was supposed to be like a flooding gush, but that I was now having the cramps.
My “guess date” was October 6th, and I expected that I would be a week late, just like I was with our son. I planned to work through the end of September. My husband Josh and I had finished our Hypnobabies course a couple of weeks earlier, and we were anxious to put the technique to work. We planned to birth with a midwife at her small one bed birth center.
On Monday (September 28th) I had some mild contractions during the work day. They felt like strong braxton hicks so I didn’t think much about it. Around seven o’clock we started timing them. They weren’t strong, but we wanted to test my husband’s iPhone contraction timing application. They were 15-30 min apart at that point.
At 8:30 I decided to do a fear clearing hypnosis session. The contractions were getting stronger, and I was starting to have flashbacks from my son’s 32 hour labor. I needed to get my fear under control. It helped a lot and I calmed down.
November 13th 2008 at 11:40 PM I gave birth to our second daughter, Isla Elizabeth. She was born at home in our family room. Once labor actually started it was only about 4 hours start to finish ! She weighed 7lb 4oz and was 21 inches long. For those unfamiliar with her name, it is pronounced EYE-la, (like Island, the S is silent) and is of Scottish origin. Her middle name is after my auntie. Here is her story.
Things started off slowly this time. I was 40weeks and 3 days pregnant and was ready to be done. After spending the evening walking with my daughter Addison on my mom’s treadmill, I had about 24 hours of pre-labor contractions… not super painful or anything but not effective and never closer than about 6 minutes apart. They produced some bloody show, and I was very excited! I thought that I would have a baby for sure by morning.
I was 20 years old when our first daughter was born. Having grown up with a mother who was a birthing coach and a childbirth educator as well as a home birther, had given me a wonderful background and shaped my ideas of how birth was supposed to work. I had known from the time I got married that when the time came, I would give birth naturally, out of hospital and I was going to allow my body to work the way it was created. To birth my child.
I had every faith that I would be successful! I saw a wonderful midwife for my prentatal care, and she helped me to acheive a healthy, low risk pregnancy in preparation for my birth. I believe that if you give your body the tools it needs to create a healthy baby and pregnancy, that you can also trust it to deliver this baby with an innate wisdom that you cannot even comprehend. This mindset has never faltered and has helped to carry me through my wonderful birth experiences.
I am so so SO happy to announce a completely drug-free VBA3C after inverted T (incision)!!
I had been having prodromal labor off and on for the last week. I was having contractions every 4 minutes Sat evening but they didn’t seem to be going anywhere or getting any more intense so I just dismissed it as more of the same. I slept pretty well, except for the usual 6 or so trips to the bathroom, until about 5:45 when I woke up to a small gush. I figured a contraction just caused me to wet myself and was honestly so tired I was just going to ignore it. Then another little gush and I realized what was happening so I jumped up and raced to the toilet and as soon as I sat down, a big gush came.
I was actually pretty perturbed. I did not want to labor without my water! I woke my hubby and called our doula and another friend who were going to help us.
Contractions (and when I say contractions I am not referring to the Braxton Hicks that I had been experiencing for weeks prior to labor. Also I would like to clarify that the word contraction can not accurately describe what labor feels like. My uterus was “contracting” but to my body as a whole the sensation could best be described as gripping waves of intensity) first began a little before noon.
I stepped out of the car and felt an unusually strong one – distinctly different than what I had felt before. Nigel urged me to continue walking as we checked out houses for sale. About every twenty or thirty minutes another wave came over me and I had to pause. I spent this first hour of labor just marveling at how different these sensations were and casually wondering if perhaps today was to be a birthing day.
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