Cesarean Births

Jillian Nicole's Birth Story
Our story seems like it started a lifetime ago. After getting married kind of late at 35 years old and having maternal feelings kick into high gear, getting pregnant was the next logical step. It seems I spent my whole life trying not to get pregnant—first college, the first job, then the entry into the corporate world but I was ready to be a mom. We began planning our family and immediately got pregnant. Wow that was easy! But the sad news is within 8 weeks I miscarried.

After another year of fertility treatments with a new fertility doctor, and yet another miscarriage, I once again became pregnant. I will never forget the day I conceived this child. Despite the fact that the fertility clinic was closed for the holidays, they opened their doors for us because it’s a very small window of time that the procedure will work. It was 1999-- the day after Christmas-- that we conceived our child. There were a few scares along the way. What should have been the most exciting times of our lives was filled with trepidation and fear. Some time passed and I began severely cramping. Everyone was concerned about whether I could hold onto this baby. My fears were soon put to rest when the results of the Amino test came back stating that I had a perfect—yes perfect-- little girl growing inside me! Despite having contractions at 27 weeks my little girl hung on and 20 hours of labor and one C-Section later, Jillian Nicole Bliss was born. She was worth each tear and every bit of heartache we had previously endured. Jillian was 7 on September 13th 2007 and is the love of my life. She is beautiful, smart, and makes me laugh out loud. She is my best friend in the world and truly is my MIRACLE BABY.


Gage's Birth Story
My pregnancy was a rocky one. I almost lost my baby twice. I had mono when I got pregnant. NO CLUE how I got that. Anyway. We went in on my due date to see the Dr. Claypool, and she wanted to induce me the next day. So I called all of my family and told them (somehow I missed calling my mom. >_<) Then the next day at four in the morning we drove the hour to the doctor. I was terrified. All the nurses were incredibly rude. Cumberland Community Center.. Just a plug to the rude nurses in 2000. They are probably all gone by now.

My doctor came in every hour or so. When I first got there, I found out that I could not have anything to drink. (I was really ignorant in the ways of birthing) That crushed me. I was thirsty the whole time.. I'm sure you other mommies had a similar experience by way of drinking. When my doctor first came in she said. "You are making good progress keep going."

I stayed at 3 centimeters the whole time I was in the hospital. My body just wasn't ready to have a baby. So we went in for a c-section. I was terrified about that too. But they put me to sleep and when I woke up there was tons of pain. Then about thirty mins later I got to hold my son for the first time.

I said "Hi, Gage" And he just looked at me. It was wonderful. I nursed him first in the recovery room, with my foster mother and my sister there with me. They taught me how. I was only 18 at the time so I didn't have enough milk. But we made it by supplementing.

I remember the day before we left the hospital I actually got to see him. I uncovered him from his wrap, and i saw his tiny toes and fingers. He was perfect and beautiful. I always say that it was the worst experience of my life. But you know, It was truly worth it and I loved every minute of my son. He is my world. =)


Cailyn's Birth Story
After being 5 days overdue my blood pressure was high, so I was admitted into the hospital for an induction. After about 15 hours of labor pains and no change in my cervix (I was only dilated 2 centimeters), I had to have a c-section. The anesthesiologist poked me about 4 times before he could finally give me the epidural - to no avail because it didn't work. I had to be put under general anesthesia. I woke up in my hospital room while a nurse was checking my vitals. I asked if it was over and she looked at me as if I was speaking another language. My daughter was born at 5:51pm weighing 7 lbs, 7ozs.

My husband said that when I was wheeled out of recovery that I had awaken for just a moment to ask if the baby had a big head like her father and then I was fast asleep again. Needless to say I do not remember that.

On the day that we took our daughter home, it had been raining all day. Right as we pulled up to the front of the house, the rain all of a sudden stopped and the sun came out all in a matter of seconds. It was the craziest, yet most beautiful thing.


Tom's Birth Story
When Katie reached about 2 years old we started to think about having another baby to keep her company.

Firstly again we visited the gynea to check that all was well with me. She told us to try using the same methods as before (temperature chart) and just see what happens, we asked would it be possible to try for a boy, she laughed and said at my age 40 I should just concentrate and try to fall pregnant without worrying about a boy or girl, but anyway she did tell us procedures you could follow for either a boy or girl and we decided it can do no harm to try for a boy, what have we got to loose. Guess what I fell pregnant again very quickly. This pregnancy was also treated as a High Risk Pregnancy, I had the normal symptoms, and I will say I knew immediately I was pregnant with both children when it happened, I just knew and blood tests were just a formality.

At around 6 weeks pregnant I started to have a brown discharge, I went to the gynea who told me to rest up and take it easy it could be the beginnings of a miscarriage, well this continued, the gynea did a thorough check up and scan and could find nothing at all wrong, there was no reason for this discharge, it continued for a few more weeks but nothing happened the pregnancy continued, eventually the discharge just stopped. At around 14 weeks we decided to do an Amniocentesis and a McDonald’s Stitch, this meant a stay in hospital. My gynea cleared her rooms from patients for me for the day, the amniocentesis was set up, this time around it did hurt, I flinched during the time she was removing the fluid, which hurt me and she quickly withdrew the needle and stopped and checked with the scan that everything was ok, which it was. Then I was sent across to the hospital and prepared for a McDonald’s suture that afternoon, then an overnight stay to rest, and home the next day to rest for a few days. Guess what this time around after my amniocentesis results it was a boy. But we could also see from the scans from 13 weeks onwards that it was a boy. There was no threat of miscarriage during this time and all was well with the pregnancy, I carried on going for check ups weekly or fortnightly during the pregnancy. At around 32 weeks after a gynea check up I developed high blood pressure and had to have my pressure taken every few days from the nurse at work or from the local chemist, my blood pressure did get worse but I was experiencing lots of stress with my work colleagues at this time. One day I had my pressure taken to find it was too high; the nurse from work immediately rang my gynea and arranged a taxi to take me there. The gynea examined me and immediately send me across to be admitted to hospital for complete rest, I was having tiny contractions, the gynea decided to give me injections of steroids to strengthen the babies lungs incase he was going to be born at 34 weeks, these injections were injected into my bum and I must say they were extremely painful, but it was important to have them incase the baby was born early, well baby stayed put and I went home after a few days of rest, then my gynea booked me off work for the rest of the pregnancy. I did then get plenty of rest and the high blood pressure slowly went down back to normal on its own.

The birth of Tom was completely different to Katie. I went to the gynea at 37 weeks for my regular appointment, she took rather long in examining me and decided to place me on the baby monitor to check the babies vital signs and to see if I had any contractions, yes lots of contractions but no pain with them, baby was bursting out when she checked for an internal, she told me I had better get across the hospital and get prepared immediately but I decided I had to go home first check that Mum in Law would look after my little girl and collect my case and then it was back to hospital. I was immediately prepared for a Caesar, the delivery was very fast and while on the table the gynea asked me (she had forgotten beforehand) if I would like to be sterilized while she was busy, I had no thoughts in my head and just wanted to get everything over with so I said no, now I wish I had said yes. I was not thinking, so if you are ever in that situation, make sure you think on it before answering immediately like I did. There was no pain with the Caesar, no discomfort, I had a spinal block injection and a catheter inserted, this did not hurt, just uncomfortable. I had decided before the birth that I would not be breast feeding Tom, so I was given tablets to stop the milk from coming into my boobs, well that didn’t work and on the 3 to 4 day the milk came into my boobs, and they were hard as rocks, I had to again use cabbage leaves and bandages, this truly works as long as the cabbage leaves are very cold from the fridge, my gynea prescribed tablets, a few days later again the milk came in after clearing up, I was in extreme pain, my husband rang my doctor who prescribed tablets which worked immediately and took the pain and milk away within hours, what relief.
Another thing I suffered was, I was in a lot of pain in the area of my Caesar scar and finally when this became unbearable, we went to the Doctors after trying in vain to get in touch my Gynea, my Doctor took of the plaster covering and found that the scar was starting to fester with an infection, he quickly cleaned up everything and told my husband how to treat the scar and how to look after me, with antibiotics and further dressings to do daily, the hospital had given me no feedback on what to do with my scar and how to look after it, during all this time I took Arnica Tablets and kept on taking them for about a month after the birth. I also continued with my iron tablets for about a month.

At least with both my babies I was in labour before I had them, the Caesar’s were scheduled around 38 weeks but both babies thought they would come ahead of time. I did not feel either labour and with Katie the pains were clearly jumping off the chart as I was monitored and I didn’t feel them, just felt uncomfortable. Tom was practically bursting out and I didn’t know.

Make the decision about the type of birth you want and stick with it, do what feels right with you and your body and of course your partner, don’t let other people sway you into making the wrong choice, I went through it and friends can be very nasty about this, telling me you must ‘feel real pain to know that you are a real woman’. I went through this, and I was told I was not a real woman by a couple of very catty friends. Other woman can be very cruel when they want to be.

Advice was another one, I only took advice from people who had had babies within the last 5 years of me having mine, I took no advice from people who had babies years ago (over about 10 years ago), I feel that the way babies are today is not what they were 10 to 20 years ago and things are done very different, also I was brought up in a different country to the one I’m in now. I did things my way with little bits of advice here and there, but mostly I worked on my gut feel of doing things, if something works then stick with it.


Katie's Birth Story
The end is in sight, not many weeks to go now, I feel clumsy, fat and very uncomfortable. I woke up one Wednesday morning at 37 weeks feeling not quite right, just feeling off, and feeling nausea. I got through the morning and decided to ring my Gynea who suggested I come down to her rooms for an examination. When I arrived they placed the baby monitor around my tummy to check for contractions and to see how the baby’s breathing was going. Baby was fine but I was having contractions without pain every few minutes or so, sometimes the contractions were very big but painless. It was decided we would wait and see what happens. I was sent home to rest and if there were any problems to go to the Maternity section at the hospital. Meanwhile a Caesarean was scheduled for the following day at 5pm.

Delivery day arrived, woke up slowly, went shopping and then went to the Hospital to book in at the required time. Spent a quiet afternoon, having last scans to check on the baby, blood pressure and temperature checked often to make sure all was fine. Still in labour with no pain, just an uncomfortable feeling, with a baby that is still kicking non-stop, as if she cannot wait to get out. At around 4:15pm the nurses began to check and prepare me for surgery. My husband was kitted out in his designer Calvin Kline outfit for theatre and off we went. First the drip, no problem there, then the spinal block, a needle is inserted into your back for pain relief during deliver and to enable you to be awake during the delivery, and a catheter was inserted, which I did not feel.

The delivery started, the baby was out before you could sneeze (if you wanted to). I felt no pain only nausea due to my blood pressure dropping during the delivery. After the delivery, I was stitched up, the Gynea then removed the Macdonald Suture and it was off to the Recovery Ward, then the Ward for a nice cup of tea and a sandwich to await the baby. Katie was taken with Daddy and the nurse to the nursery to be placed in an Incubator to warm up her body, to be weighed and eventually bathed, this took a few hours, finally Katie was brought into to see me in her Incubator. The whole birth process was very quick and relaxing, painkillers were given afterwards to help with the pain. I can say I was uncomfortable but very little pain was felt after the caesarean and in the days that followed. I was up and walking the next day as it was late the previous day that the baby was delivered. After a good nights sleep, the nurses tell you that new Mums hardly sleep their first nights, let me tell you it was one of the best sleeps Ive ever had. I woke up feeling fine and excited about seeing this little baby who was brought to my bedside. That whole day I stayed out of bed, walking as much around the ward as I could manage, climbing up and down off the bed when I needed to rest. I believe this helped with my recovery from the caesarean. I also took Rescue Remedy (Bach Flower Remedies) and kept on taking my iron tablets for a further few weeks until my supply ran out to aid in my recovery.


Brandon's Birth Story
Saturday, November 22, 2003
On Wednesday, August 20th, Craig took me in for my first internal exam. We were both excited, as I was nearing my due date; this exam would tell us if there were any progression at all, and maybe how soon I would be rushing off to the hospital.

It started pretty uneventfully, really. I had to pee in a cup as usual, then get weighed and get my blood pressure checked. My blood pressure was running high that day, so Amy, the nurse, told me she’d come in after my exam to check it again. After waiting around, Dr. Schwartz came in and started my exam. It really was more fun than having my earlobes burned, but that’s about it, really. He told me I would probably experience some spotting throughout the day, but there was no real progression. I think I was 1 cm dilated, and 50% effaced. Amy came back in to check my blood pressure, only to find it was still high. I was sent to a cozy little room at that point, where I was hooked up to a monitor. It basically was a large rubber band wrapped around my belly, with a monitor attached near where Brandon’s heart was beating – we were making sure he was moving normally, and everything was okay in there with him. (I believe the test is normally called the “Non Stress Test” or NST). I was hooked up to the monitor until almost 3 PM – and the doctor hadn’t been running late that morning. We were getting nervous, not only for Brandon’s well-being, but also because Craig had scheduled a job interview that afternoon for 1 PM. (He missed the scheduled time, but was able to go in later.) After being in that chair for several hours with Brandon wiggling around as normal, we were released, and I was instructed to take it VERY easy, and drink a lot of water.

Later that evening, Craig and I decided to go out for what may well be our last dinner together before the baby was born – first, to celebrate what had been a great interview for Craig (though he didn’t end up getting the job), and also to celebrate the impending arrival of Brandon. We decided to go to The Cheesecake Factory at 119th and Metcalf, because we didn’t want to wait around on the Plaza, and I wanted to go to Wild Oats afterward, if I had time. On the way, we invited Craig’s parents to join us, since it was near their house. It was around 7:15 or so in the evening when we left for the restaurant. It was a hot, hot day, as had been most of the summer. So hot that you could nearly cut the heat with a spork. Or something like that. Anyway, I had been miserable, because our air conditioner wasn’t cooling the house well, and I was stuck resting upstairs, where it was the hottest, so as not to endanger my health, or Brandon’s. I was happy to get out and drive, even though it was that hot. The car was certainly cooler than our house!

When we got to the restaurant, I made my ritual journey to the bathroom. Our wait was going to be about ten minutes, so I figured I’d get that part taken care of first. I went in to the stall farthest from the door, and emptied my bladder. I was about to get up when I realized that there was still liquid coming out, and it wasn’t urine. I waited a minute, figuring it would pass; when I realized what was happening, I dug out my wireless phone and called Craig. He answered by asking me what was going on; I had been in there a good while. “Craig”, I said, “I think my water’s just broken.” I’m sure the panic ensued out in the lobby; being stuck in a stall, I wouldn’t have seen it. Rather than waiting in that stall and then bolting out, I pulled up my shorts, locked my legs together as tightly as I could (how that would help, I’m still not sure I know) and waddled into the next stall, where I drained myself a little more, before repeating the above process two more times. As I got to the door, the hostess came in to see if I needed anything. I guess Craig was worried, and asked her to check on me. I told her I was fine, and bolted as fast as I could waddle (legs tightly together) out the door. We met up with Craig’s parents halfway to the exit, where Craig said “Hi and Bye” to them. They followed us out the door, worried that something terrible had happened. As we got out the door, I told them my water had broken, and I was trying to get to the car as quickly as I could, because there was a towel there that I could sit on. At this point, my shorts were fairly soaked. And I hadn’t even gotten to eat any cheesecake!

Once in the car, I called Dr. Schwartz first, to find out if I needed to head to the hospital. I told him that my water had broken at 8 PM, and he asked me to head to the hospital, just to make sure. After speaking with the doctor, I called my parents, then called our doula, Kim Oursler. I let them all know that I would be heading home first, to finish packing, then we would go off to the hospital. I was to call everyone when we left our house to head to NKC hospital, since we were so far away from home, and weren’t quite finished getting everything together. Craig’s parents were going to get some food, and then meet us at the hospital. My mother must have called about five million times before we even got home; she called another eight million once we were home, before she finally decided she would just meet us at our house, because she just couldn’t wait. She wasn’t in the least bit impatient!

When we got home, I decided I should take a shower, because I wasn’t sure when I’d get to next. I should’ve gotten something to eat, too; of course, I didn’t know that I’d go without food for nearly three days. Ahh, yes, hindsight certainly is 20/20. My parents and brother all showed up at our house right before I hopped in the shower – they were all more nervous than Craig or myself, so they were all ordered to just sit down and stay out of the way. We finally headed to the hospital around 10 PM on the 20th. I was more hot than nervous; even though it had been a cool shower, the heat and humidity of a Midwest summer still really got to me. By the time we got to the hospital, I felt like I needed another shower!

I (fortunately) had the sense to pre-register in June, so all I really had to do was check in with registration, answer a few questions, and then, we were off on what would prove to be a longer journey than any one of us had anticipated.

My memory gets fuzzy at this point, because of all of the commotion, so I may forget a few major and minor details. We got up to the 7th floor, and I got into the lovely house garments. There is nothing better than a hospital robe when you’re leaking everywhere to make you feel good about yourself. The night nurse had to verify that my membranes had indeed ruptured; perhaps they’d had cases of women filling themselves with water to fake it before?! We found that I was correct, my water had broken, and it really hit us – Brandon was on his way! I was hooked up to another monitor, had a saline drip inserted, and the dance began.

Unfortunately for both Brandon and myself, my labor never really progressed. I never got more than 2 cm dilated, I think, and I think I was about 50% effaced. We started my Pitocin drip around 2 AM of August 21st, to induce labor. I’d not even had any contractions up until that point, but once the Pitocin kicked in, it was a different story. The contractions started coming regularly, but nothing was really happening. They weren’t unbearable until later that night, when they really cranked up the Pitocin. I spent a good amount of time on Thursday trying to walk the halls (with a towel between my legs; I was still basically a fountain!) or bobbing around in the tub. I also got on the “peanut”, an odd, peanut-shaped birthing ball, and got into the rocking chair, but nothing seemed to help Brandon make his way into the world. I’ve got to admit that Kim, my mom, and Craig were great throughout the whole thing, except when they got hungry. Yeah, I told them about hungry, that’s for sure. At this point, all of the hours, minutes, even days started running together. At some point, Dr. Schwartz had the Pitocin cranked up so high that I was having one major contraction. I don’t know how long it lasted, only that it was nearly the most excruciating pain I’d ever felt. I was crying and trying to hard to get through it, knowing I had to, to make sure Brandon would be okay. I remember that Kim was urging me to try to walk it off, or try the birthing ball, but I kept telling everyone that I just wanted to rest in bed, on my side. (Come to find out, Brandon was not in the correct position for birth, anyway; he was face-front, instead of back. Dr. Schwartz had me try laying on my side, turning my belly to the mattress as best as I could, to try to turn Brandon into the proper position. I think he turned some, because I felt some pain from that, but I never found out for sure. Funny how my instincts guided me throughout the whole process.) My mom was just trying to make everything okay. Craig was around somewhere, doing something – mainly I think he was just holding my hand. Craig’s parents, my dad, Sean, and Boe came in and out once in a while, but didn’t really stay too long, once things got real intense. Maybe because I kept threatening to show them my butt?

Dr. Schwartz was coming in, talking about epidurals and C-Sections. I was in intense pain, but didn’t want an epidural, because I was afraid of what it may do to Brandon. I’d spent so much time trying to make sure Brandon was healthy while I was pregnant, by avoiding taking most anything when I got sick, and that sort of thing, that I didn’t want to introduce an epidural if I didn’t have to. I still wanted to try to have him naturally, and be able to move around.

My family was concerned, however, and the tension you could cut with a knife. Everyone seemed to be upset with the nurse except Craig and I; we both knew she was only doing her job, and what the doctor wanted. After having a meeting with everyone, I decided I would let them give me a dose of a mild antihistamine that night; it would help me sleep (which I hadn’t really done in a few days) and it would help me get through the pain. I was nervous about the antihistamine shot, but it was only a small needle in my left thigh – the nurse administered it during a contraction, so I barely noticed it. The fun part was that the monitor I was hooked up to not only let us hear Brandon’s heartbeat throughout our pre-delivery stay, but it also showed the amount and intensity of my contractions. I remember crying on Thursday night because I was hot and tired, and I wanted a shower; the doctor agreed to let me shower and then get my shot. I think getting a shower actually helped more than the antihistamine did; I apparently had longer, more intense contractions throughout that night, but slept through every single one of them. Everyone was impressed with that feat. I was just glad to get some sleep.

The next morning, I awoke feeling a bit more clarity. I knew I was starting to get concerned for Brandon’s well-being, as he was rolling around in my belly without any water, and it had been 2 ˝ days. Craig and I talked it over, and we decided since I was still not past 4 cm, I would have a C-section. I was told that Dr. Schwartz would be able to get me in around 11 AM on Friday, the 22nd, so early that morning, the nurse stopped my Pitocin drip. If only I could get her to bring me some food, but I couldn’t. The only thing I’d had was a bit of orange juice Kim snuck to me the day before, which I’d thrown up later that day during my non-stop contraction.

The nurse came in around 10:30 or so to start prepping me; I got a nice, cold shave in my nether regions, and Craig got dressed in his scrubs. I think they had to bring in a larger size, mainly because the shoes wouldn’t fit! I think I had a goofy hat on – at that point, nothing mattered except bringing Brandon into the world. I was wheeled in, and I’m pretty sure Dr. Schwartz had some pretty bad jokes to tell (he always did!). There, (in the sub-arctic room) I met my anesthesiologist. He walked me through the epidural procedure, telling me of all the risks, and what exactly they were going to do. Craig wasn’t allowed into the room until they were ready to start slicing me up, so he watched the epidural being administered through the little window. It really didn’t hurt like I thought it would – it was only some pressure in my spine. Craig told me there was a lot of blood. Once the epidural took effect – and it was pretty quick – they let Craig in, and got ready to start the procedure.

One of the nurses turned on the radio; the song playing was something by The Backstreet Boys. I told them I wasn’t going to stick around listening to something that sucked, and that my baby was going to need some rock and roll. They turned it to 98.9; I forget what song was playing. By that time, they were cutting me open and flinging stuff around. I remember smelling burnt something, only to realize it was probably me as they cut me. I could see some of what they were doing in the reflection of the light above me, and I could feel that they were wiggling my abdomen, but that was it for me. I was behind the drape. Craig, on the other hand, got to watch the whole thing, which seemed to take only a few minutes. At 11:43 AM on August 22nd, Brandon Austin Clemons was born. The doctor took him out and briefly showed his gooey, blue face to me over the drape. In what would become normal habit for Brandon, he drooled baby-goo on me, just missing my face. How precious! Craig tells me that when they placed him on the table to clean him and warm him, he grabbed the blanket and started chewing on it. That’s something he did pretty frequently, and something he still does. When Brandon arrived, his eyes were wide open, and he was taking everything in. From the start, he was a nosey baby, in everyone’s business. We knew right from the start he was going to be an active baby, and probably quite a handful. We were right. He was also a natural at breastfeeding, ready to suck on just about anything.

We were overjoyed with our little one. He was 7 pounds, 2.3 ounces, and was 20 inches long. He was so cute, even with his temporarily cone-shaped head. It seemed, though, that his respiratory rate was too fast, and cause for lots of worry. On Saturday night, our nurse took him into NICU to run some tests and keep a better eye on him. He stayed in the NICU until Wednesday, August 27th. He suffered from respiratory distress, which made his breathing irregular, sometimes very fast. It’s apparently common in babies born by C-section, as they’re not squeezed through the birth canal, getting the fluid out.

We finally had our baby home. It was a big adjustment for all three of us, but well worth it. We have now a happy, healthy three-month old little boy, who surprises us every day with his intelligence and humor (not to mention his diapers!) Neither of us can imagine life without him. He really is precious. But don’t tell him we said that, he’s already a character.


Parker and Noah's Birth Stories
I have had two pregnancies…both were very normal, uneventful and enjoyable. And then came the deliveries...

Of course, for my first pregnancy, I was very cautious. I ate only fresh vegetables, fruits and made sure I got all the food groups in. I was a health nut, like most of us try to be during our first pregnancy. At nine months, I woke up around midnight with contractions. Around 8 in the morning, I told my Husband that we needed to go to the hospital…of course after showering and shaving all of those areas that would be very exposed over the next several hours. By Noon, I requested an epidural. I had begun getting dehydrated and throwing up. I had a high fever and my blood pressure was dropping. Around 4 in the afternoon, they told me to push for the first time. At 5pm, they told me that they were going to schedule a C-section soon. At 6pm, they said the C-section was scheduled, but they’d see how it went. Then 7pm came around…I was on the brink of exhaustion. The tears began, along with the thought that I couldn’t do it anymore. Our families were all waiting anxiously and worriedly. Finally, at 7:46pm, with one more final push and the help of the vacuum, out popped Parker. He has remained in that state of stubbornness, high maintenance and attitude since birth. He will be 4 years old in July.

My second pregnancy was much more relaxed in the diet area. Parker was only 6 months old when I became pregnant again. I had no time to be as careful with my diet. Chocolate, McDonalds and poptarts were my desires. At 9 months, I went to the hospital around 8am. I requested an epidural around 9:30am and at 10:30am, the doctor told me to push. At 10:43am, out popped Noah. He has remained an easygoing, go-with-the-flow little boy since his birth. He puts himself to bed when he’s tired. He is snuggly. He is just plain old easy. He is 2 and a half now.

Above all, they were, and are both very healthy boys. But, is it possible that the type of delivery experience that you have can predict your child’s personality?


Josiah's Birth Story
Josiah, born on 11/17/2004 at 11:03 pm.

My oh my! What an experience this was for me! It was very rushed and traumatic for me. Where do I begin…on 11/17/04, when I was exactly 38 weeks pregnant is when it all started. I was sitting at the computer desk, holding Nesyah (my-baby-who-is-not-so-much-a-baby-anymore) in my lap. She made me laugh, and just then I felt a gush! My water had never before broken on its own. This is my 5th baby I was carrying and with all my prior pregnancies, the doctor always had to break the water for me. Anyway, I run to the bathroom and of course it was definitely my water. It is 5:40 pm. I call my husband at work and tell him to come home right away. I did not fully pack my hospital bag or pack my children’s bag so that they can stay at their grandparents’ house. I did, however, have a list! So, I am running all around the house throwing in all the things on the list, telling my son Jalen (he is 9 years old) what to add to the children’s bag, calling my mother, my mother-in-law and the doctor, all the while praying that I don’t start to get contractions.

My husband made it home just as I finished packing up everything, and helped get my bags and me into the van. Yahnell and Yana (my other children) were already at my mother-in-laws house, so we dropped off Nesyah and all their clothes, etc. there, and took Jalen with us to the hospital. I walk into Labor and Delivery while my husband and Jalen park the van. I told them that my water had broken and the doctor said to come in. They had me wait in the waiting room as they prepare a room…that was a big shock to me. I thought they would rush me in a room and have things set up already. I guess they were really busy that night…the waiting room for Labor and Delivery was quite full. Anyway, my husband and son make it up to the waiting room. I am called in. Was told that Jalen could not come in because children are just not allowed in that section of the hospital.

I am taken to a room, and my husband rushed to take Jalen to my mother-in-laws house. I put on the gown, get in the bed, get hooked up to the monitors, and the nurse checked me and confirmed that my water had broken, and told me that I was 3-4 cm dilated already! I had no idea, LOL. I hardly had any contractions! Anyway, she also told me some disturbing news. She said that the baby had passed his stool already, so I may need to have a C-section! With all my other children, I had given birth to them vaginally, and to be told that I may need a C-section was totally shocking to me. I called my dad (he is an OB/GYN) and told him of the situation. He said that as long as the baby’s heart rate is okay (he gave me the technical terms, but it is now 12 days later and I can’t remember them, lol) then I should be able to progress without a C-section. Well, the doctor came in and said that things were going okay. My husband came back from dropping off Jalen.

A little while later the doctor comes back in and checks the monitor. He looks at the monitor…and looks…and looks. Then he said that I was having a contraction (news to me…I could hardly feel a thing) and the baby’s heart rate took too long to come back up. Within 10 minutes I was in the operating room. I was shivering because I was so nervous. The operating room was sooo cold and sterile and bright and totally uninviting and scary! I have been to nursing school, so I know a thing or two about operating rooms, but it is totally different being on the table as opposed to being a student! I met the neonatologist that will exam my baby once he is born. I was told to sit up on the bed to receive the spinal. I was totally expecting to get the series of shots that I had usually received with an epidural. But, it was just one injection that I received. I was so glad about that! By the time that he took the needle out and I was told to lay back down, my legs were already getting very numb…that was pretty quick. Anyway, they lay my arms out and put up that blue ‘paper’ so that I will not be able to see the operation.

At this point, my husband is allowed in. He was a ‘sight-for-sore-eyes!!! I cannot begin to tell you how comforting it was for me to have him there. They start the operation. There was so much tugging and pulling and moving and pressure. I was holding onto my husbands’ fingers. Mentally, I knew I was holding them pretty tight, but when I thought about how tight I was holding them and that I should not hold them so tight, I could not stop holding onto them! Poor man…I know I probably was squeezing the life out of them, but I just could not let go…I love him so much! Soon, I hear the suction going and then I hear my baby crying! I nearly started crying! It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. They take him to the baby warmer and continue the suction and do the usual examination. His Apgar was 9 and 9! Perfect little guy. I finally release the grip on my husbands’ fingers. They bring the baby over to me and he is beautiful and perfect and beautiful and perfect and beautiful and perfect…you get the idea, lol.

They gave me a sedative…I don’t know why, but I guess that is the normal procedure.
I get to the recovery room and am sleeping off and on. After a while, the nurse told me to draw my knees up and then grab onto the bed rails to lift my bottom off the bed. Well, that was one of the worst pain that I had ever experienced. I gave birth to Jalen without any pain meds so I know what pain feels like and that pain was way up there as well! I could not do it. I had to do it in order to be transferred to my room so I can see the baby! I tried and tried and could not do it. It felt like my belly was coming apart and I told the nurse and she just coldly said that she promises me that that is not going to happen and that I should continue to try. I can guarantee you that that nurse had never had a C-section before! She is not on my list of ‘good’ people; did not like her one bit. I still could not do it. The pain was just too intense. My husband comes in, and I start to cry. I wanted so much to see the baby and that nurse was keeping me from it! Anyway, I guess she finally saw that I was doing what I could do (or maybe her shift was ending and the only way for her to leave was for all her patients to be transferred to their rooms!!) and I was sent to my room. I FINALLY get to hold my baby! Oh, the love, lol! That is my little champion.

I thought about all the things that could have gone wrong. If my water had not broken, I would have not been in the hospital and therefore would not have known that he passed his stool and that his heart rate was declining! God is so good! There is no way there would have been such a victorious outcome if it were not for God intervening! All my praise goes to God.

Our baby’s name is Josiah, which means God heals! There is no better name for him! He weighed in at 6 lbs and 8 ounces, and 19 inches, my biggest baby.

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