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Owen’s Birth Story: Part 2

on Nov 21, 2016

One of the questions I hear the most from first-time moms is “how will I know I’m in labor?” and usually it’s pretty obvious.  However, when you have been having contractions for a few days–yes, REAL ONES, not Braxton Hicks–you definitely start to question yourself.  So here we are on Monday evening and Glenn just took Collin to his t-ball practice.  As soon as they left, my contractions went from every 30-45 minutes to every 10-15 minutes to every 4-5 minutes apart and the intensity was definitely increasing.  I was chatting with my mom on Facebook and timing the contractions on my app while trying to determine if this was really “it” and had pretty much determined that I needed to take another trip in to triage to at least get checked out.  Being 0cm dilated and not effaced at all that morning was making me feel pretty ridiculous...

Owen’s Birth Story: Part 1

on Oct 30, 2016

Dear, darling Owen, my beautiful fourth child who finds his first blog mention in his birth story post.  Get used to it, kiddo.  You have joined a wild and wonderful circus of a family and as our caboose, this sort of thing is bound to happen often.  I promise that despite our being busy and scattered, we will love you just as much as we love ALL of our children, and that infinite amount of love for each of you is something you will never understand until you have children of your own. My pregnancy with you was overall delightful with a few bumps along the way. The first was morning sickness, which once again reared its ugly head and turned me into a useless lump of nausea huddling on the couch for weeks on end.  Dada completely took over as Super Dad, driving kids to and from school, feeding and bathing everyone and generally being amazing while I read about 20 books and tried not to...

Rory’s Birth Story

on Jun 15, 2014

As I type this, my sweet, soft, cuddly, adorable, amazing baby girl is sound asleep on my chest.  We are home, healthy, safe and sound, and I thank my lucky stars that everything went relatively well this time around.  So here is my last birth story… After our false alarm on Sunday, I was feeling pretty down.  I moped around most of Monday, and I had convinced myself that Rory was going to make me wait way longer than I’d planned.  But at my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday morning, which I went to on my own just in case I ended up being sent to the hospital, my blood pressure was up again.  This had started the week prior, and every time since, it had been high (like 140ish/90ish) the first time it had been taken and then had gone down again enough that they would not completely freak out. But pre-eclampsia had been thrown out there as a possibility, and after never...

Faker: Rory’s Birth Story Prequel

on Jun 3, 2014

Well I suppose one false alarm out of three pregnancies isn’t the worst thing ever, but last night was a less-than-fun practice run for Rory’s delivery.  Knowing when to go to the hospital is such a fine balance…go too soon and you very well might end up headed home again with no baby, but go too late and you might end up delivering on the side of the road.  This gets especially complicated when there are older children that must be situated before you can leave.  Apparently I have gotten worse at figuring out what that magical “go” time is with my third pregnancy. Yesterday I decided it was time to push myself and try to go into labor.  I did this when I was pregnant with Collin and it actually worked, so I thought there might be a chance of a repeat performance.  So I mopped our whole house, then we went to the mall and walked around while Glenn was...

Welcome to the world, Collin

on Sep 11, 2011

Warning:  This post is very long and graphic.  If you are squeamish, you might want to skip it! Collin’s birth started weeks ago, when I started having contractions at 34 weeks pregnant on the ride home from my parents’ house on July 30, 2011.  After having some back pain the week before and realizing that I’d already started dilating and effacing my cervix, it became a reality that our second son very well might be joining us a bit earlier than we planned.  And quite honestly that terrified me!  Thankfully the contractions stopped that evening before it became necessary to go to the hospital, but at the time, I didn’t know I would make it as long as I did, which was so scary.  Everything with Carter’s pregnancy had been so textbook and simple that it never occurred to me that everything wouldn’t be the same for his little brother, and I was terrified that he would be born early and...

Welcome to the world, Carter: Part 2

on Nov 17, 2009

It’s amazing how time flies when you’re totally in love.  I’ve been writing this post now for quite some time since my down-time comes in spurts these days. 🙂 Again, a disclaimer that while I’m trying to be remotely discrete with some of the details, if you don’t want to know what happens after childbirth, now is the time to stop reading! After hanging out in the labor and delivery room for quite a while, it was finally time to head up to our room.  They brought down a wheelchair and pushed me up to our room.  Wheeling down the hallway holding my new son was such a surreal experience!  When we’d walked in to the room less than 12 hours earlier, we were two people, and now we were three!  I definitely had a dopey, proud mama grin on my face as everyone watched us make our way upstairs with smiles on their faces at our obvious elation. 🙂 We got to our...