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Pulled Over by a Cop, the Panicky Security Guard, & a Speedy Birth

Pulled Over by a Cop, the Panicky Security Guard, & a Speedy Birth

A contraction woke me up shortly before 1am. I had been waking up to painful contractions for weeks, but this one felt different – deeper and more intense. I tried to ignore it and had almost drifted back to sleep when the next one came, strong enough I decided I’d better start timing. They were coming at 7 minutes apart, and I knew I should rest during this early labor but it was already hard to lie down through the contractions.

I went to the bathroom and when another one hit I thought, “Man, this is already painful and I’m just getting started! I’m not sure about going through all this again…” I came out and knelt on the floor for one more contraction, realizing they were now 5 minutes apart. When I got my breath back, I pulled myself up to the bed to tell Kevin we’d better get ready. As he stumbled out of bed and began collecting our things, I called up to my mom, who was coming with us to the hospital.

I didn’t feel a huge rush yet, but I knew it would take a few minutes to get ready, and I was thinking of the 40 minute drive to the hospital. It didn’t take long to get out the door, but I had to pause several times to moan and sway through contractions. I told Kevin to drive, so mom climbed in the backseat behind me. Mom told Kevin to relax and drive carefully; I told him it was okay to speed. I vaguely watched the clock and noticed the contractions were now 4 minutes apart. Kevin noticed as well and picked up his speed; in the backseat mom called the midwife to let her know we were on the way.

Moments after we pulled out on the 55mph highway, the blue lights appeared behind us. “It’s okay,” I said, “Surely he won’t give us a ticket!” In mercifully short order, the cop was walking toward the car shining his flashlight toward us. Kevin started yelling out the window, “My wife is in labor! We’re trying to get to the hospital!” while mom called similar things from the backseat. The cop apparently decided there was no other good reason for a largely pregnant lady, her mother, and her slightly frantic husband to be barreling down the highway in the middle of the night. “Well, I guess I can’t verify that, but I’ll let you go. Just try to keep it to 70 instead of 77mph.” As he walked away he called back, “Congratulations and good luck!”

We were back on the highway, crawling down the road at 70mph. There wasn’t much I could do during contractions, being restrained in the car, so I just gripped the door handle and moved my head slowly back and forth as I moaned through each one. I tried to compare to my last labor – these contractions seemed somewhere in the middle – close and intense but still manageable. At my appointment the week before I was 5cm dilated (incidentally the same starting point for my 15.5hr first labor), and I hoped I would be at least 6cm when I got to the hospital.

I couldn’t make sense of the clock anymore, but Kevin was watching the contractions go from 3 minutes to 2 minutes apart. Between contractions I was mainly aware of traffic lights and tail lights. Fortunately the roads were pretty empty at 2am. We turned off the highway into Athens – the hospital was tantalizingly close but we were stopped by a red light. The road was deserted. I was going to tell Kevin just to run it, but he swung right, made a U-turn, and turned quickly back on the road.

Less than a mile from the hospital a pack of cars suddenly pulled out in front of us, blocking the whole road, driving under the speed limit, waving their football flags. “They are probably drunk and don’t want to get pulled over!” Kevin groaned. I’ve never been less of a football fan than at that moment. A few frustrating minutes later we turned off into the hospital. I was very glad to have finally arrived, and I didn’t feel a huge sense of urgency. The contractions were strong but still manageable. We pulled up to the ER; Kevin jumped out, I heaved myself from the car, and mom moved around to drive it to parking.

The moment we reached the registration desk another contraction hit and I gripped the edge, moaning. The registration nurse started asking questions which Kevin answered since I obviously couldn’t speak. Suddenly I felt it: that unforgettable, overwhelming need to push. “Pressure!” I gasped, and Kevin immediately moved to put pressured on my lower back. “No,” I cried as my water broke, “I feel PRESSURE!”

The nurse kicked into high gear, calling again for transport. “Don’t push!” She said, “You don’t want to have this baby right here – don’t push!” Which I imagine is kind of like telling someone having an asthma attack to”just breathe,” but I tried my best. Childbirth books should really include more information on how to keep from having a baby.

A few minutes later a security guard, apparently the only person around, came running up and told me to sit in the wheelchair. “I can’t!” I cried. Movement at this point seemed impossible. It felt like she was crowning, but I thought, “No, that’s ridiculous. Not already!” I managed to lower myself onto the edge of the chair and we were off. Kevin stayed behind to sign some forms (he has no idea what he signed) and ran after, catching us just before the elevator closed. Which is fortunate, since otherwise he would have missed the birth.

As I gasped and panted and tried not to push through another contraction, the security guard said in a slightly panicked voice, “Don’t push! Don’t have this baby on me! We’re almost there.” We raced through the back hallways and I heard her yelling for the nurses as the labor and delivery came into view. (The waiting nurse later said she thought I was the one yelling, until she saw me sitting calmly while the security guard panicked.)

The nurse led us into a room and began getting the IV antibiotics ready, asking me to get on the bed. It felt like an impossible task – only the second time this labor that I felt like, “I can’t do this!” I heaved myself onto the bed and landed on all fours just as another contraction hit. The nurse was saying, “I just need you to lie down so I can get in the IV.” Before I could even reply, I felt the force of my body bearing down and cried, “I feel the head!!”

And sure enough, I reached down and felt that the head was out. The nurse immediately abandoned the IV saying, “Oh goodness! Lie down! I need you to lie down!” In the third semi-impossible move, I managed to flip over onto my back. The nurse shoved my skirt out of the way saying, “Okay, give me a little push,” and out came the rest of the body. The baby broke into lusty cries.

The feeling of relief was overwhelmed by the shock of seeing the baby lying on the bed. I couldn’t believe it had happened so fast. It was 2:35am – less than 2 hours since the first contraction, 10 minutes since we arrived in the hospital, and less than a minute since we got to the room. The nurse was excited because it was her first delivery, but it happened so fast she didn’t even have any equipment. She put the baby on my chest and a moment later another nurse brought in the supplies. We waited for the cord to stop pulsing, then Kevin cut it.

My midwife and my mom arrived at about the same time, both rather surprised to see the baby already there. “I should have met you in the ER!” my midwife exclaimed. As she delivered the placenta the nurse asked when my contractions had started. When I told her it had been less than two hours she said, “Yeah, I’d call that a precipitous labor! Next time, if you even think about going into labor, you’d better head for the hospital!”

Story and photos submitted by Ruth F. 

One Giant Push Without Pain Meds: “He’s Coming!”

One Giant Push Without Pain Meds: “He’s Coming!”

I am once again reminded that nothing is gained by worrying. I was more anxious about this birth than the others. But this baby is our New Hope. I kept reminding myself throughout pregnancy that my hope comes from the Lord. That He is in control. As induction drew nearer I found more things to worry about. Labor and delivery has never worked out exactly according to our plan, but each of our births have been so empowering and a reminder of God’s providence. I had to believe this one would be no different.

new hope, hospital birth, birth without fear

I keep thinking about how well everything went. I had regular contractions for days, thinking that I would be going into spontaneous labor before our scheduled induction date. Because of those contractions I stopped taking the Lovanox shots earlier than anticipated, per doctor’s orders. But labor never truly began. On Sunday morning, the day before my scheduled induction, I called Dr. G to ask what to do since I had been off the shots for four days already. He advised to go into labor and delivery to get checked and see about starting my induction early.

Once we got there they checked me and I was 4cm dilated! Those contractions had been making progress. I was taken to a room to start the induction. Our baby was coming. Excitement filled the room.

I didn’t start the induction with my drug of choice because I was too far dilated already, but instead went straight to the dreaded Pitocin. Pitocin got the contractions going but I could still easily talk through them. Contractions got to every 2 to 3 minutes, but they didn’t feel like they were doing much. This was not at all what I expected from Pitocin.

My friend, S, became my labor and delivery nurse at the shift change, 2 1/2 hours into the induction. Had we waited until Monday, my scheduled date, she wouldn’t have been there. She didn’t have any other patients during my labor so she was with me the entire time. She was my midwife. She was my doula. She advocated for me. She believed in me. She was amazing.

After talking over the risks and benefits of breaking my water with S, and seeing how labor wasn’t really progressing, we made the decision to go ahead with it. It sounded like it would make my body do more of the natural labor things by releasing the prostaglandins and inducing stronger contractions. Breaking my water wasn’t part of my plan, but it was definitely the right thing. I was still at 4cm when they checked just before breaking the water, over three hours after the start of the induction. It almost immediately made the contractions more intense. I could no longer talk through them. And at that point I just pretended it was natural labor. I was hooked to the IV and Electronic Fetal Monitoring the whole time, but I moved around as much as I wanted to, which wasn’t farther than the side of the bed.

Just after breaking my water, the anesthesiologist came in to discuss epidurals, or whatever it is they have to talk to each patient about. S asked him to come back later so she could help me clean up a little first. The doctor said that I may be asking for him soon though since she just broke my water. S responded, “No she won’t.” Love her! I suggested we push this baby out before he had a chance to come back.

The Hubby was amazing. He is the best labor partner I could ever ask for. He jumps at every opportunity to help and support me, to comfort me, to encourage me. He asks all the right questions when I forget to. He remembers the things that we need to be mindful of during and after labor. He knows me so well, he turns on the right music, reminds me of my birth affirmations, and offers other comfort measures at exactly the right times.

Sometime during this intense labor I looked at the clock and told Hubby we were having this baby before midnight. Baby Skywalker would share a birthday with my mom. As I stood next to the bed I started to feel pushy. I said he was going to come soon. S called the doc back in to check dilation. S and Hubby helped me on the bed. The doc checked and I was at 8cm. No sooner had she left the room than I yelled, “He’s coming!” The pediatric nurse ran across the room and caught him. I think he came out with one giant push. I pushed his head out and it felt like his body just slipped out behind.

I can’t believe it was so fast. Four and a half hours from the start of the Pitocin drip. I can’t believe I did it without pain meds. I can’t believe I got the natural feeling birth I wanted with an induction in a high risk pregnancy. I didn’t even have issues with the placenta. It was out within 10 minutes of birth, and with a history of retained placenta, that was an amazing feat. This birth that had me so worried was empowering.

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We had uninterrupted skin-to-skin time for the first hour. It was amazing. I hadn’t expected that much time with him in the hospital setting. After 30 minutes of laying on my chest, he pushed himself up, leaned over, and landed directly on my nipple and started nursing like he knew what he was doing. I had heard of the breast crawl, but didn’t experience it with my girls. The nurses waited until he took a break from nursing before they moved him to the warming table to check his weight and other vitals they didn’t do while he was on my chest. They quickly returned him to me and he nursed some more.

I was totally comfortable in the hospital environment, which I didn’t expect. I labored how I wanted to, how my body needed to. I made a LOT of noise! But I warned them ahead of time that I’m a loud laborer. We talked about our options for pain meds at the very beginning, but I had also requested that they not ask me during labor if I wanted pain meds, that I would let them know if I needed them, and they respected that. I never did see that anesthesiologist again.

Baby Skywalker has been a very sleepy baby. He has awake moments too, but he is very calm and just looks around. After four days of painful engorgement, things are started to even out and he is nursing like a champ. He is a joy to have in our family. He is a great reminder to keep our hope in the Lord. To trust that He has everything under control. His Plan is always the perfect plan. Even when we don’t know what will come next.

Stats: Born December 4, 2016 at 8:58pm. 7lbs 7oz, 20″ long.

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Originally published by Rebekah R. on A Pastorale.

The Story of Baby J

The Story of Baby J

When I had my daughter in June of 2014, I thought it was silly to make a plan for birth. I knew it wouldn’t go my way, anyway! So I went into labor with only one request: an epidural. When I went from four to ten centimeters in 25 minutes they told me that my only request couldn’t be honored. This time, with my son, I decided I would plan everything I wanted, as long as I was ok with it being thrown out the window. I had been taught that little planning or lots of planning, I still stood a chance of everything changing, along with the chance of it going my way. So I may as well plan, right?


I had spent days hoping he’d come early like his sister, who was five days early, but as his due date approached I was becoming nervous I’d be late. Eight days before our due date I had a checkup with my amazing doctor at 9:45am. My doctor checked my cervix and said I was 3.5 centimeters with a bulging bag of waters. I was terrified. When I was this dilated with my daughter, she was born less than two hours later. I drove to my sister’s house immediately after my appointment, with contractions about three minutes apart. From there, my mom left to get our hospital bag from my house, and my husband left work and picked me up.


When we arrived at the hospital, my contractions were two and a half minutes apart and I was six centimeters dilated. I had progressed in less than 45 minutes. My photographer showed up just minutes after me.


My nurse had a hard time getting my IV line in or drawing blood, but eventually I was all checked in. It was about 11:30am by the time they had me ready to go. I labored quietly, breathing with my husband through each contraction, with my mom rubbing my back. I started on the birth ball, moved to standing with my husband, sitting on the rocking chair, and then decided it was time to go back to the bed. I knew I was close. I was checked again and was eight centimeters. Only about 30 minutes later I knew the familiar feeling: I was ready to push. I looked at my mom as I breathed through a contraction and nodded my head. She knew what I needed and went to get my doctor. My doctor came in and told me to push whenever I wanted and the nurse brought me a push bar.


On the first push, my water broke. Two more pushes and Baby J’s head was out. They immediately told me to lie back on the bed, and I felt his shoulder come out as I lay back. Later I learned they needed me to lie back so they could untangle him: his cord was wrapped twice around his neck, once around his abdomen, and once from his shoulder down between his legs!


He was placed directly on my chest at 2:55pm, and we delayed cord clamping. We immediately breastfed and he was a professional latch-er!

About an hour later, after having my fourth degree muscular tear repaired, they weighed him in at 9lbs 3oz and 21 1/4″ long! I was immediately so proud of myself for delivering my big boy all natural, as planned. Our family came in from the hallway after he was weighed, and we bonded in my hospital room. My mom left to pick up my daughter to come meet her new baby brother, and the nurses brought her a sandwich for dinner. We were discharged the next day.


As a modest soul, I had contemplated having a photographer present at our delivery. I am forever glad that I decided to have her present. She was a wonderful fly on the wall and I never paid any attention to where she was in the room.

Photography by Alora Photography

Like a Dragon: A Quick Home Birth

Like a Dragon: A Quick Home Birth

Mallory C. writes about the quick home birth of her daughter Alice Jessica.

“I definitely complained a lot during my pregnancy. Let me tell ya, though, the birth of our daughter, the actual labor and delivery – I have no complaints. My water broke at 2am. Contractions didn’t start until 3:30. I finally woke up John at 5am because they were getting very strong and steady. Heidi arrived around 6am. Our midwife, Anna, arrived around 6:45.

When the contractions were about a minute apart, Anna (German) checked my dilation and said, “You have only a few centimeters.” I thought she meant that I was only a few centimeters dilated, and almost freaked out about having to go to a hospital! “No, no,” she said. “You are about 8 or 9.”

I was SO happy!!!

It took me five minutes to walk from our bed to the bathroom to climb into the pool due to the length and frequency of the contractions. I got into the pool and found that being on my knees, with my feet behind me, leaning over the edge of the pool (which was up against our tub) was most comfortable.

Anna had me say “pa pa pa pa” (like a Midwesterner would pronounce ‘pop’, minus the second ‘p’) instead of moaning or groaning. She told me to not push, because she didn’t want me to tear. I let her know in a very guttural tone, “It’s not meeeeee. I can’t stoooooooop iiiiiit.” Heidi could hear me from downstairs saying ‘pa pa’, and then they suddenly got very low-pitched, throaty, and, she says, like a dragon.

I did not actively push. I did not scream. When I felt our baby’s head move through the cervix and into the vaginal canal, my body was the one that pushed.

My body pushed on the next contraction, and I felt our baby crown. My body pushed on the next contraction (I had no breaks in contractions), and out shot Alice Jessica in one push. She was purple and white and covered in vernix. She did not cry, was very alert, and was flexing her little hands.

newborn vernix

We experienced immediate skin-to-skin while waiting for her umbilical cord to stop pulsing, which was about 8-9 minutes. After John cut her cord, he got to have his skin-to-skin time to keep her warm (I always keep our house cold), and to keep me free for Anna to take care of. I don’t know if it’s because I was weak from the birthing, hunger, exhaustion, or if it was pure adrenaline, but I was shaking so badly everywhere.

holding baby

Anna got me into bed, where she could check me out while Ali and I resumed our cuddling. After the placenta was delivered, Anna went downstairs to give Heidi, John, Ali, and me some time together before she examined the baby.

I did not tear. It doesn’t hurt me to pee.

This was our birth plan, and it all worked out perfectly:
Water birth
Home birth
Delayed cord clamping
Whatever labor position I felt most comfortable
Immediate skin-to-skin
Daddy cuts the cord
No medical intervention
No drugs
No doctor telling me that my labor isn’t progressing fast enough (not like that would have been a problem for this birth!)


mother and father holding baby

Alice Jessica
Born April 6, 2014 at 8:10am (German time)
6 pounds, 11 ounces
20.8 inches.”

5 Hour Home Birth

5 Hour Home Birth

{Editors Note: This story comes to us from Elizabeth. I have to say that I really connect to the start of the story – my own labor started after a long walk around IKEA!}

Our first daughter, Penelope, was born in 2010 in the hospital – natural and with no intervention.  I knew that for our next birth, I didn’t want to be in the hospital, so I found an awesome team of midwives at a birth center just a few minutes from where we live.  At first, we’d intended to have the baby at the birth center but a few months in we decided to go with the home birth.

Mariana was eight days late!  I was convinced she would be early, but I was very wrong.  It was freezing outside, being early December, so I tried to encourage her to come by walking around Costco and the mall.  A week after our due date, my mom took Penelope for the afternoon and my husband Jason and I went to dinner.

We were going to go to a movie, because we figured that would be an awesomely inconvenient place for me to start labor, but instead of the movie we opted for IKEA.  I’d been joking with a friend that beside Costco and the mall, IKEA would be the place to go to start labor.

We picked up Penelope and went home. We went about our evening as usual, and just as I was about to go to bed, I felt my first “real” contraction.  I’d been having Braxton Hicks like crazy for the past three weeks, but this was the real deal – IKEA had done the trick.

I told Jason, and he told me to try to get some sleep.  I tried, but I couldn’t, so I ran a load of laundry and cleaned the kitchen really well.  As I puttered around, the contractions got stronger and my mucus plug came out, bloody show and all.

I called my doula, Liz, after about 45 minutes, at almost midnight and told her how I felt. Liz had helped with Penelope’s birth too, when we were in the hospital. She offered to come over right away, and I told her that I was fine. I didn’t want to get everyone too excited.  I told her I’d call her back in an hour.  After I got off the phone with her, I laid down on the couch to tried and rest.

Just as I’d figured out how to sleep through the contractions, BOOM!  My water broke.  It sounded and felt like an impact, and it woke me up.  I saw that almost two hours had passed since I’d talked to Liz, so I called her and told her that my water had broken.  She got in her car right away.

I woke up Jason to tell him that my water broke, and he started getting the bed and the house ready for the birth.  I took a shower and changed into a sports bra, tank top, and yoga pants.

Lauren, the midwife, had told me at my last appointment that with a late baby there’s the chance that meconium can get into the waters and that they could possibly obstruct baby’s breathing.  She told me to look for a “pea soup”-like liquid if my water broke as a sign of meconium.  Sure enough, there was meconium in the water so I called Lauren right away.

Lauren asked how I was feeling, how the contractions were.  I told Lauren that I was fine, and I was talking through contractions.  There had only been about 2 1/2 hours of labor at this point, so I figured that I was fine and that there was no need for Lauren to head over right away.

It only took Liz about 15 minutes to get to my house. I was bent over the bassinet, with contractions getting stronger, longer, and closer together.  Liz told me she thought I was a lot further into labor than I thought, but I was still convinced that we had hours ahead of us.  As Liz started to make tea for us, the contractions got even stronger.  Liz was helping me with pressure on my low back, reminding me to breathe.

I changed positions as the contractions got stronger – about 45 seconds long, a minute or two apart.  Liz told me that I was sweaty and got a compress for my forehead. She called the midwife to tell her that she thought I was heading into transition.  The midwife started on her way – it would take her about 25 minutes to get to my house.

I didn’t believe Liz or my body – it had only been a couple of hours since my first contraction.  I insisted that I had to go to the bathroom.  Liz didn’t want me to sit on the toilet – she told me that the bowel-movement feeling could actually be an early urge to push.  I told her that I knew it wasn’t pushing – I just really needed to poop.

She let me sit on the toilet for a minute, but as soon as I got there I realized that she was right.  This baby was close.  I found myself unable to get up from the toilet and told Liz and Jason that I couldn’t move.  Liz called the midwife back to ask where she was, and put Lauren on the phone – Lauren told me to get off the toilet, that she was almost there, and that she would not let me have the baby in the toilet!

Liz and Jason helped me off the toilet and onto the bed.  I faced the headboard, and Jason piled pillows underneath my elbows for support.  I took my clothes off, and concentrated on what my body was doing – I was holding the baby IN with each contraction.  Liz asked me to pant to keep my efforts in my upper body, so that I wouldn’t push before the midwife came.

Liz was holding the baby in with one hand and keeping a cold compress on my forehead with the other.  Jason was kissing me on the cheek and telling me how much he loves me.  I was so ready to have this baby!

Lauren got into the house with her supplies, and touched base with Liz to see how I’d been doing.  She got her gloves on, and on the next contraction I pushed and delivered the baby at 4:13am – just five hours after the first contraction, and six minutes after Lauren got to our house.

First Minutes

Mariana was absolutely beautiful, so alive and alert right away.  I held her on my chest as Lauren finished getting everything together.  We did the examinations, Jason weighed the baby (8lb 8oz!) and I delivered the placenta (in the toilet).  The student midwife helped me into the shower and got my pajamas, and Liz and Jason changed the sheets and made the bed.

Fresh Baby

Jason and I got into bed with our brand new baby as Lauren and the student midwife documented the birth.  Liz helped us get comfortable and made sure baby was nursing well.  About two hours after delivery, everything was taken care of and all three of us went to bed.  Big Sister (2 1/2) slept through the whole thing, and woke up in the morning to meet her baby sister.

Liz told me that I didn’t yell or scream even once, except immediately after I delivered.  Lauren congratulated me on how well I’d done, and I replied LOUDLY – “I could give birth in the forest!”.  I don’t know if I really could, and I probably wouldn’t want to try, but I’m even more convinced now that labor is 88% mental preparation – I’d been telling Liz for months that I was shooting for a 4-hour labor.

In retrospect, Liz thinks that I went into transition when I was talking to Lauren on the phone, and they were both amazed that I was talking through contractions like that.  I tend to downplay pain and keep my game-face on, so it could definitely be the case.

Happy Family

I am happy that I had two different births with my two very different and beautiful babies, but honestly I did prefer the home birth.  I felt so relaxed and prepared, and it was so nice to wrap up the birth the same way – comfortable in my bed with Jason and Mariana.
Fast Homebirth {Unplanned Unassisted}

Fast Homebirth {Unplanned Unassisted}

New Years Eve 2012, we found out we were expecting our third child. I kicked myself for not drinking my pink champagne before we took the test, but we were pretty excited nonetheless. We had planned to try for another baby the following Spring, but this one had other plans.

I knew before we were pregnant that I didn’t want to have another baby in the hospital. With my first boy (Asher), I was induced on my “due date” for no real reason – I was just naive and trusted anything my OB offered to me. They started the Pitocin drip at 7am and he was born four excruciating hours later, after an unnecessary episiotomy and being pumped full of Nubain. Everything was a little fuzzy, but things turned out mostly fine. Little one was 6lbs 14oz but had inhaled some fluid, didn’t keep his temperature well, was a bit jaundiced.

With our second boy (Ira), my waters had a small leak around 9pm at 37 weeks (so small we had to go in to the hospital and have them test if it was really amniotic fluid). After confirming that it was the real deal, they admitted us and encouraged me to walk for a bit if I wanted but mostly I should sleep. Around 1am my contractions started, and Ira was born 3 hours later without any medical interventions. I was astounded at the difference between my labors – something didn’t seem right that this labor was so “breezy”, felt so much more bearable. I didn’t feel like I was out of control from this wall of pain; I just felt the waves peak and descend and let me rest, and back again. Baby was 7lbs 10oz and a bit jaundiced, but healthy otherwise. I watched The Business of Being Born about a year later and learned what Pitocin does to the body in labor, and my brain was on fire. It made so much sense, how did I not see it?? I was angry with my doctor for just throwing that induction at me, a first time (19-year-old) mother, without the slightest hesitation.

I knew my body was capable of birthing this baby on its own, that we were capable. I’d been in contact with Shell at Midwives Rising! in Phoenix beforehand as well, wanting to meet their group and look into learning Midwifery myself. I asked if they knew any other midwives that may be closer to Mesa, but I knew in my heart we would choose them. She had me book my interview with Jamie, and we just fell in love with her as soon as we met. She was perfect for our family, and we both knew right away she was the one we would choose.

The pregnancy was fairly normal and healthy, apart from my food aversions, migraines and nausea (which I had very little of with our first two boys, so I was certain this baby was a girl). An ultrasound in April revealed that this was actually our third little boy, and he had simply decided to distinguish himself from his brothers early on. I gained altogether 21 lbs (the least of my three pregnancies), and apart from stress in our daily life, I felt good the last few months.

Toward the end of the pregnancy, we made sure to take a home birth class with the midwives, keeping in mind that I am prone to quick labors and that since we were about 30-40 minutes from Phoenix, anything could happen. The plan was already established that Trevor wanted to catch this baby under the supervision of our midwives and everyone was pretty excited about that. They were wonderful with us, making sure we knew how to take care of ourselves. We love that their focus was on helping us to gain independence with the process while also being there to recognize any warning signs as they might occur, to offer advice, to just be there with positive energy for our family. We got everything together at the apartment and finally felt ready to do this.


August 21, our little man fooled me into thinking he might be born that night. I had some strong contractions about 10 minutes apart for several hours, but they died off after I went to bed for the night and I spent each night after that hoping he would wake me with the real thing. This night is very crucial to the birth story because if my mind hadn’t already been in “practice labor” mode, things would have gone a little differently from there.

My best friend Angie flew into town on August 25, and we were hoping he would be born while she was here that week so that she could photograph the birth and meet the baby. She stayed with us for two nights, and then on Friday went to Phoenix to do some other awesome stuff with some friends. Not a problem, I thought, since our midwives were also in Phoenix. I would contact them to come over at the same time and everyone would be there for the shindig.

I had a few contractions at work that day (Friday the 30th), nothing extreme but enough to make me irritable (it may have also been the broken A/C and terrible place I was working at?) and I went home and tried to relax, saw my husband Trevor off to work at 3:00pm, made cookies with Angie and our friend Torii, and they left around 5ish for Phoenix. I started timing contractions around the time they left, not thinking this was the real thing, but knowing it was a real possibility. They did feel strong, but my brain wasn’t in labor mode. Nothing had changed. No click. And they stayed 10 minutes apart the entire night, sometimes even taking a 20-60 minute break in between. I even slept from 8:30-10pm without waking for any contractions. Really, I feel as if I didn’t have labor at all, if that makes any sense.

10pm and I got hungry, but we didn’t have anything I deemed to be worth eating. I called Trev on his way home from work and asked him to pick me up some chicken soup. We hung out and ate, watched a little bit of TV, and I had a few contractions I couldn’t talk through, still 10 minutes apart. 11:32, I called Jamie and told her about that, we decided she should come out and I remember saying “I’m not sure how fast things are gonna progress, so may as well come out now.” This was the first point throughout the night that I thought he would really be coming. We turned off the show, turned on our birth playlist on Spotify, and Trev got the birth kit set up while I decided to get in the bathtub to relax through a few contractions. I also texted Angie at this point, and when she didn’t respond I decided I would call her once I got in the tub. I remember asking Trev to give me a towel so I could dry my hands and call her – and then a contraction hit.

It HURT. A lot. I felt a pop and I thought my waters had opened. I felt him immediately move down the birth canal, he was in my pelvis, ‘HOLY $%* I’m pushing’ went through my brain. Vocally I was whining aloud, “owwowwwowwwowww” and I think I scared Trev a little bit. He asked if this was normal and all I could say was “Call Jamie back, my body is pushing”. I heard him asking her what to do if the baby was born in the water and I knew I didn’t want a water birth – too slippery, too much work going into keeping them above water after they take their first breath. I told myself to get out of the tub as soon as this excruciating contraction was over – ‘Pull the drain and GET OUT’ I said to myself. I asked Trev to put towels down on the tarps he laid out and moved to our bedside. I rested over the side of the bed with my knees on the floor and Trev kept Jamie on speakerphone. I could tell he was nervous but he kept his cool and did everything right. He watched me, rubbed my back, asked Jamie the right questions to prepare himself. She was 20 minutes, 15 minutes, 10 minutes away. With each contraction my body pushed; I knew I couldn’t stop it, so I began to push with them as well. It eased the pain to work with them – I knew what to do. At one point Jamie said, “tell her to breathe like a horse, it will help bring him lower” and Trev told us later he though she said “whore” and got confused for a second – he always knows how to lighten the situation. I think she could hear me moaning while I was pushing and I was a little high-pitched because I was caught off guard and not in that “birth zone” I was expecting, like with my other labors.

Up to this point one of my hands was down there feeling what was happening and I felt his head all of a sudden. I told Trev he was crowning and I knew he would be there to catch the baby so I used both hands to brace myself on the bed. He reminded me to get up on my knees since I was pushing with my butt on the floor up to this point- and then Felix was born. His head came out, and with the same contraction, so did his body. Trevor says he turned his way out just how they told us he would – he was a little pro. He cried soon after and Jamie checked her phone as soon as she heard it – born at 12:07 am. I was hoping he would be here before midnight, since the other two boys’ birthdays are July and May 30. Not so with Felix – he likes to distinguish himself from his brothers.

I gave myself a few seconds before I looked down or turned to meet him. Trevor held him and followed Jamie’s instructions to make sure I was sitting upright and she arrived just a couple minutes later. I turned and sat on the floor and held my baby, looked at Trevor in shock. He was beautiful – lots of hair, big, covered in vernix, and lively. We smiled at each other- we just had a baby. Just us. It was surreal.
Jamie helped me deliver the placenta, I cut the cord myself, and everything went as well as it could have from there. I did have some tearing, but it was expected considering his size and how fast he came out. Danielle and Shell arrived about 10 minutes later, and they helped stitch me up and got everything cleaned up, made us scrambled eggs, braided my hair (thanks, Shell), weighed our gorgeous boy (8lbs 12oz!!), made sure everyone was healthy. They took pictures and laughed with us and brought us wonderful energy. I ate dark chocolate and rinsed off and layed in bed with my little boy. Around 3am everyone left and we settled down for the night. It was absolutely wonderful.


This experience was incredible, and has only strengthened my belief in the birth process and the beautiful thing it can be when it is guided in the right direction when needed and left to be what nature intended otherwise. I feel now, more than ever, that this is what I will do with my life eventually. I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life and the process of creating it (I love you, Trev) and I couldn’t ask for a better group of women to help guide me through my own natural birth experience. Thank you Jamie, Danielle, and Shell, and thank you to all the other wonderful women who work with Midwives Rising! to create such a special team. We are blessed. Life is beautiful.

Felix Arlo, born at 12:07 am 8/31/13, 8lbs 12oz, at 38 wks 6 days


The Birth of Archer {Fast, Intense, and Beautiful}

The Birth of Archer {Fast, Intense, and Beautiful}

38 weeks, 4 days


Wake up from a few hours sleep. POP. Gush. There goes my water. “Honey, throw me a towel, my water is breaking…HONEY, WAKE UP…throw me a towel. No, under my bum, not on my stomach. My water broke.”


BAM. Contraction. Okay, time to get up. That was strong. David is awake now, and this is the real thing, not a practice run. Get birth boxes, change the sheets, call the midwife and photographer.


Text my Birth Without Fear sisters while groaning through a contraction, leaning over the washer. What was I looking for again? Oh, yeah…put the cloth diapers in the dryer so the washer is empty. BAM. Contraction. Never mind about the diapers.


Shower. Water feels nice, wakes me up all the way. Groan through some more contractions. Get out after a few minutes and help make the bed up. Red fitted sheet, flowered flat sheet, plastic protector, blue old fitted sheet on top. Stop about 10 times to moan through contractions.


David has called the midwife, she is on her way – she has a two hour drive ahead of her. Text and called photographer, but no answer yet. We are both thinking we have plenty of time so we don’t worry too much about it.

I’m on the bed, hands and knees. I have to vocalize with each contraction. AAAAAHHHHHH…. OOOOHHHHHH….. AAAAAAHHHHHHH. I am begging baby and body to slow down, this feels so fast and insistent – like transition. My internal dialogue repeats again and again, “Slow Down.”

Thank goodness I have a towel under me and a pail in front of me. Let’s just say my body “empties”.

Our two year old son wakes up with all the noise and peeks out at me from his room. He doesn’t seem too concerned…just closes his door and goes back to his bed for a little bit longer.


Back in the shower. I need something to help me concentrate. These contractions are coming close and hard. Less than 5 minutes apart, lasting a minute or more each.

I’m on hands and knees in the bottom of the shower, I can’t stand through the contractions, so I just stay down there. David puts on the birth playlist…the first song that comes up is Katy Perry’s “Roar”. I start to sing it between and through contractions as much as I can.

“I’ve got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire. I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me ROAR.”

Inside, I laugh a little. I had planned another soft and slow birth like my first son’s. Candles, the birth tub, soft music. Instead, I am nailed to the floor of the shower, singing a fight song. I realize that every birth really is different and that I might as well let go of any thought of a slow birth. I just start to ask for the baby to wait for the midwife.

I can’t let David leave my side to do anything. Sometime during all this, our pastor, Mary, comes to watch our son, and then takes him for a walk since he was trying to climb in the shower with me.

I vomit a little more. I sing some more. I flip over to sit on the tub floor, letting the water beat on my belly. My bum falls asleep…but I can’t move. BAM go the contractions. I talk to myself inside and aloud – “Open, open, open.” I don’t want to fight my body or my baby.

8:00 am

Paulette, our midwife, walks in. I break out into a smile and say in an almost childish voice, “I am so glad to see you! Thank you for coming so fast.”

She watches me for a few minutes, asks a few questions. I start to shake – hard. I say again and again, “This is going so fast.”

We decide to get out of the shower and go to the bed to get a better idea of where I am at, if I am shaking from the water being cool or shaking from adrenaline or what. David goes to fill the birth tub…I have a feeling it won’t get used.

I get half way down the hall and fall to my knees. I think David comes back up the stairs. Someone hands me the pail to vomit in, Paulette puts her hands on my lower back and that feels great. BAM, BAM, BAM. Back to back contractions.

Short pause – I get up and almost run to the bed, knowing I don’t want another set of contractions in the hallway. I get on hands and knees at the end of the bed.


My body pushes.

Paulette turns around at the noise, and asks “Are you pushing?” Yep, I think I am. BAM. Another contraction – totally pushing and can’t help it. I think to myself, “Someone should get David up here.” Paulette calls down the stairs at the same time as that thought, telling him to leave the tub and get up here because the baby is coming.

8:20 am

Erica, our photographer, walks in. My body is pushing, I am grunting. I smile as well as I can, maybe I say “hello”…I think it anyway.

Paulette feels that baby is in the birth canal. Good, I’m not pushing against a lip of cervix or anything. Knowing that now, I say “No fingers” and she backs away and just watches me. David, Paulette, and Erica just watch me. Erica notices that my Birth Without Fear necklace is hanging on my birth votive and asks if I want it on – I do! She and I had many conversations about how much that necklace means to me. David and Erica help me put it on between contractions.


I have my hand on my vulva…just waiting for that first feeling of the head in my hands. I think to myself many things at once:

“Just go with your body. Give in. Surrender. This baby is coming now. It’s fast, but that is okay.”


A head suddenly fills my hand. Wow. This is fast. I feel the sting and stretch. Paulette grabs one leg and David the other since my body really wants to clamp my legs shut. That won’t really help, they have to stay open! I don’t say anything aloud, but I continue my pep talk internally. Everyone in the room is quiet and just watches as I work with my body.

“Just breathe. It stings, but that is okay. Give your body time to stretch. You don’t want to tear. Just go slow. It’s okay. Just breathe and wait for the next contraction.”

I feel the next contraction build. Suddenly, the head pulls back. Then I feel feet push inside me and POP, the head is out. Wow, that was weird. It was like this baby needed to back up and get a running start.

Head is out, I wait for the next contraction. I feel that baby didn’t totally rotate after his head come out…I find it odd. I remember feeling that rotation with my older child’s birth. The next contraction builds, I notice that Paulette is looking at something and trying to help with something. It’s just sort of a passing observation, I feel almost “out of body.”

8:31 am

I think about baby not rotating all the way and consider for a moment…then I just PUSH. It feels right. Suddenly I feel the “release” of the body and a huge wave of fluid. My baby is out!

New Life

I reach down and Paulette helps me lift the slippery little baby to my chest. David yells out “It’s a boy!”

9 seconds after Archers birth

I say a few things, though my internal and external words are mixing up. I am rather sure I say “That was fast” more than a few times.

Birth Without Fear

Over the next hour, we cuddle our newest little boy – Archer. His brother comes to meet him and exclaims “Cool baby!” and sings “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to him because he is crying. Archer cries for a good 30 minutes after his birth. I think he is just as shocked as I was at the speed of the birth. Perhaps he was planning a slow birth with music and candles too.

Meet Your Brother


I learn that Archer had a nuchal hand – his right hand came out next to his face. This is why I didn’t feel him rotate all the way after his head was out, and Paulette was noticing that his top shoulder did not release. She was going to pull his hand up and out, but I pushed and his shoulder popped free. She is surprised I didn’t tear given the nuchal hand and quickness of the birth. I’m just glad for a second tear-free birth!

Our Midwife

About an hour after the birth the placenta releases and I push it out. We planned to do cord burning this time around and give it a go for about 5 minutes. We picked a bulky spot in the cord, and it was taking a while and Archer wanted to nurse again, so we stop and do the regular clamp and cut. I was still glad of the experience of cord burning and the feeling of a spiritual release from the placenta. David had made the burning box, and I had covered it in Bible verses. 


Cord Burning

I quickly showered. The bed was stripped of the blue sheet and the plastic protector – our clean set of sheets were already under there. I get on my robe and climb into bed. We take more photos and enjoy some smoothies. Three hours after the birth, everyone says their goodbyes and we settle in for nap time.


I muse that our little Archer was born in fitting style. His head retracting and then shooting out was like an archer pulling back the bow string to lose the arrow. His hand by his head was like the stance an archer takes when he pulls back the string. The whole birth was fast and precise.


Archer is our rainbow baby and my second HG baby (Hyperemesis Gravidarium). His pregnancy was hard in many ways, but his birth was a joy. Shocking with its quickness, but there was so much joy in the room and in my heart. The surrender made me feel powerful. The energy coursed through me, and I followed it. My pushing phase was 100% self-directed and I was 100% present in the moment.


Given the choice between my two births – one slow and soft, the other fast and insistent – I don’t know that I would pick one over the other. I feel truly blessed to have gotten to experience both sides of the coin, and I simply marvel at the wondrous creation that is the female body. 

{All photography by Erica McCauley and you can find our slideshow at her website here.}

Speedy {Literally Outside of the} Hospital Birth

Speedy {Literally Outside of the} Hospital Birth

We received an email from Emily Robinson Photography last night about a wild birth she attended the night before that she thought we might like to share. YES! Wild is right! Mama didn’t even make it into the hospital (until after the babe was born)! The midwife was serendipitously right there when they pulled up and calmly caught the baby right outside the hospital doors! Here’s what Emily said in her blog:

“Amy Beth told me she went fast with her first daughter.

She told me she tolerates pain well.

Knowing those things, I thought it would be cool to meet at her house for a “follow along” to the hospital.

I was confident that she wouldn’t be a 24-hour sort of labor. She would wait at the house as long as possible and then we’d get the show on the road when it was time.

Well, little did we realize the show would REALLY be pretty much on the road. By the time we arrived at the hospital, baby was ready for arrival.

She wasn’t panicked. She was amazing!! And just as calm and collected was her midwife, who was miraculously waiting at the door for us when we arrived.

Dad rounded up a wheelchair and it was the first time I ever saw a mother be wheeled INTO the hospital holding her new baby. Usually that happens a couple of days later, and the wheelchair ride is the way out…

Baby Sienna is absolutely perfect and beautiful. Big sis got to come by and say hello and give her a kiss. It was the fastest, most incredible, beautiful, wild birth I’ve ever had the pleasure to document.

Boom! Here she is!”













Read the original blog post on Emily’s blog {Speedy Delivery}

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Amazing Breech VBAC {Fast hospital birth with pictures}

Amazing Breech VBAC {Fast hospital birth with pictures}

My first 2 babies were quick & easy induced vaginal births. My 3rd baby was delivered by caesarean section (in Jan 2011), as she was breech. A c/s was something I never wanted, yet the Drs insisted (via scaremongering crap) I have one due to her breech position. I was happy to go ahead with a vaginal breech birth (VBB), but the Drs were not confident and since they no longer practice breech deliveries I ended up with a scheduled c/s. She was delivered at 39wk 4d, happy, healthy and oh so perfect. Everything went really well thankfully. I still regret not trying harder to get a vaginal birth, as I knew I could have done it. I decided I would most definitely be having a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Caesarean) for baby #4.

10 months after Mila’s birth, I found out I was pregnant again. Due end of July 2012.

My 4th pregnancy was very smooth sailing. I never had any morning sickness, or any problems at all. We chose to find out the sex of our baby at 20 weeks, a girl. We had moved from Canberra to Central West NSW (so we went from city to country pretty much) a few months before we found out we were pregnant, so I’d be delivering at a different hospital this time around.

At 24wk 5d I presented to the hospital with abdominal pain, and after some assessment it was decided I would have an appendectomy. Sure enough my appendix had burst. That was a scary few days, faced with the possibility of preterm labour. Before the surgery, I insisted they give me steroids for baby’s lungs, and if things went sour, to do all they could to save her. Thankfully the surgery went fine with no problems, and I recovered well. Baby stayed happily snug inside and showed no ill effects. I continued on with no problems through the rest of my pregnancy, watching my bump grow and getting excited about meeting our new baby.

At 37 weeks I went for a scan to check positioning of baby, despite her being cephalic (head down) a few days earlier at my antenatal appointment. Surprisingly though, she had flipped to breech. I couldn’t believe it! But I figured since she had been head down just a few days ago, surely she would turn back around, there was still time. In the meantime I tried a few baby flipping exercises, but not holding onto much hope of them working as they never did with Mila.

When I found out I was pregnant, I started reading as much information and birth stories on breech as I could. I knew that if I had another breech baby, I would push harder for a vaginal breech birth (VBB). I never expected it would come in handy.

I saw my OB a few days later, and I informed him that in no way will I consent to a c/s. I insisted I will be having a vaginal birth with this baby, as a c/s was completely unnecessary. He was supportive, agreed that we wait till I go into labour before making any decisions (I was surprised by his reaction, as I was more than ready for a fight). Though he did feel I would end up with a c/s and baby wouldn’t turn. This same OB when I first saw him a few months earlier, had asked why I had a c/s with #3. He was surprised that I wasn’t given a trial of labour with her since I’d had 2 previous successful VB (Vaginal Births), and my babies were only small. But since this would be a VBAC, he was slightly cautious.

Bub continued to be breech at the next few appointments, and as much as I had hoped she would turn, I gave into the fact she wasn’t going to turn head down.

I saw another OB at 39 weeks (I rotated between 2 OBs, so when I did give birth, I was familiar with whomever would be on call that day), and she performed an internal to see where I was at (She also did this as she couldn’t clearly tell if baby was still breech or not, which she was, and an internal helped her to tell). I was found to be at 2cm, soft and very favourable. She told me that I’d most likely have baby within the week. She knew my thoughts on having a c/s, and that I would be refusing one. As much as they didn’t want to deliver a breech baby vaginally, they also couldn’t refuse care. As bad as I felt putting both her and the other OB in that position, it wasn’t fair that I would be put in the position of not birthing the way I wanted, since it was my body & baby etc. That was Thursday 26th July.

I had been losing my plug over the last week or so, just little bits. Then on Saturday 28th (at 39+6) morning I found the rest of it had come away, though I knew this didn’t tell me much, labour could still be a week or more away. I’d also been experiencing painful Braxton hicks contractions over the last week, not too painful, but noticeable. These happened mainly when I was breastfeeding Mila (18mths old at the time). Though on this day I noticed they were around a bit more, and hurt a little more, not regular though. I really didn’t think anything of it, especially since they had been bothering me for weeks.

I headed to bed at 12:30am that night, I got nice & cosy, and then had a cough. Well as soon as I coughed my waters broke/burst. Totally didn’t expect that! I spent the next 20mins trying to get hold of the maternity suite, when I finally did, the Midwife (Susan) informed me that as it was the weekend and baby was still breech, my husband Lach & I would have to drive to Orange Base Hospital. My local hospital had no theatre staff on call, and they wanted that back up should something go wrong. Now Orange was over an hour drive away, and we weren’t too happy about driving all that way, but figured we had no choice.

After I got off the phone (just before 1am), I started getting painful contractions. They were coming every 5mins, and lasting just over a minute. This gave me a little hope that I may get a VB, as I had never gone into spontaneous labour with my other kids.

My Mum arrived at our place around 1:20am, and saw that I was having contractions. She soon suggested we get an ambulance to take us to Orange, as not only was Lach so tired and unwell (he had a horrid flu over the past week), but my previous VB were fast, and we didn’t want to risk birthing on the way. So she called up for an ambulance to take us. I was labouring on my bed at this point, on all fours. I was worried about a cord prolapse as I wasn’t sure if baby had engaged her bum yet or not. I really wanted to get up and jump in the shower, but didn’t want to risk being up right and possibly having a cord slip out.

The Ambos arrived around 1:40am, one of them lived just around the corner from us, so he got here pretty quick. After a check over, he informed me that we would have to go to the local hospital first before making our way to Orange. I felt bad as I had been told to go straight to Orange, but the Ambos said it was protocol. I had a contraction or 2 on the way, and wasn’t looking forward to labouring like this if we had to go to Orange. I had a canula inserted while in the ambulance in case I needed fluids etc.

At 2am, making our way along the corridors to the maternity suite I had another contraction (I was on my back, ouch!), and we were met by my Midwife Susan. I had to wait for the on call OB to arrive to do a check to see how far I was progressing. When she got there, I had an internal and amazingly I was already 8cm dilated! I couldn’t believe I was that far already, so quickly. This was what I wanted since finding out bub was breech, as the OBs had both said if I arrived at hospital at 7/8cm they would be happy to go for a breech VB. After my internal, my OB said I wasn’t going anywhere (YAY!).

Both my OB & Midwife explained how we were going to approach this birth. I had previously discussed with my OB how she would do it, so had a fair idea with how it’d go. I was told once I was fully dilated & ready to push, I’d have to come back onto the bed, on my back with my bum right at the end of the bed. They would be taking the ‘hands off approach’, where I would be left to birth baby without anyone touching her. This was so bub wouldn’t flex her head while still inside me, which would possibly cause her to get stuck. Though Susan said she would have a hard time resisting the urge to touch baby, as she was so used to being hands on when catching (cephalic) babies.

It was almost 2:30am when I found out I was staying, and I made my way into the shower to labour (boy was it great to be up off my back!). I was in there for about 10 minutes when I decided the water wasn’t hot enough for me (I had it up as far as it would go, with just hot water), so I asked for the gas. Oh that blissful gas, it’s awesome! I only had gas in my 2 previous VB, and found it really helped to ‘focus’ in a way.

Not too long and I was starting to feel pushy and let Susan know. This meant I had to get out of the shower and back onto the bed. I didn’t really want to, and was ready to crawl there, but Lach & Susan managed to encourage me to get up and make my way to the bed. I hopped up onto the bed on all fours (leaning over the head of the bed) and my OB checked me over again. I was almost fully dilated, with a little bit of cervix in the way. I stayed where I was and continued to suck on the glorious gas, fighting the urge to push. I looked up at the clock at this point and saw it was 2:45am.

Finally at around 3am I was 10cm, & ready to push. I flipped over onto my back (half sitting up), got into position, and started to push.

After a few minutes of pushing I could feel bub descending. Out came her bum (and she did a big poo & wee right before her bum emerged), then her feet flipped out from under her (she was complete breech with legs folded). Next out came her head, and then she was immediately passed up onto me. My baby girl was born at 3:13am (just over an hour after arriving at the hospital, making it just a 2hr labour).

australian hospital breech vbac

Susan went to clamp her cord, but I reminded her that I had requested delayed cord clamping as I felt (and knew) it was very beneficial for baby to receive all/as much blood from the placenta as possible. Though a minute or so later the OB asked us to clamp and cut it as bub wasn’t quite responding as well as she’d liked. She was fine though, and I knew this as I could see she was alert and trying to cry, just a little shocked. Lach cut the cord and bub was taken over to the warming tray to have a bit of air blown into her, then she was handed back to me where she latched on and began her breastfeeding journey.

first breastfeed

I indulged in my new baby girl as I delivered the placenta and I was checked over & given a few stitches. Bub was weighed & measured – 3110gm (6lb 13oz) & 48cm. After I showered, all 3 of us headed to a room to get a bit of sleep. Susan let Lach stay with me since it was so quiet on the ward (bonus of a small hospital), and he took up the bed next to me. I dozed in and out for the next few hours, had some brekky then waited for my OB to get back so we could be discharged. At 11:30am we were finally ready to go, and headed home to introduce our new daughter to her siblings.

newborn breech birth

Throughout my whole pregnancy we searched high & low for names. It was SO hard! Well if she had of been a boy it may have been easier, but naming our 3rd daughter was very tricky. Finally when she was 10 days old we agreed to name her Remi Violet.

Even now, almost 7 months later I find myself in awe. I can’t believe I did it! Well I knew I could do it, but I figured I’d end up with a c/s one way or another. I just didn’t think things would go the way I wanted. I now know that if we go back for another baby, and he/she is breech too, I will push again for another breech vaginal birth without question. I won’t let anyone convince me otherwise. I am so unbelievably happy that I got the birth I wanted, the way I wanted. I’ve watched my birth video over & over, and it amazes me every time seeing a bum come out first!

newborn breech vbac

newborn hospital breech vbac

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