So I'd like to share my birth story with my second baby girl. My birth plan was to have an all natural birth with no pain management. So on Monday 1/25/16 I had my 39 week appointment (I was 39w1d) so they called me to come in early if possible and to bring my hospital bag just incase. I did just that after getting my toddler up, dressed and fed. Thankfully my mother in law stayed with me over the weekend and that Monday during the first winter storm and she could take me to my appointment. We loaded up my toddler and bag and headed to my appointment. (11:30am)
My name is Marla Berry, and I just gave birth to my very first child on 12/24/15 (right on my due date); I couldn’t be more happy and grateful to have him here. I am 30 years old and this was mine and my husband Nic’s first pregnancy and son. I’ve been trained as an emergency room nurse. So I apologize if this story gets a little technical (or long… really this is a sort of journal entry for me so I can remember everything that happened).
Weighing 6lbs 8oz, our baby girl arrived with no assistance at 15.36 on 28th October 2015.
My waters broke at 00.30 on 27th October (her due date), I was shaking with shock! Something I really hadn't expected, I only expected excitement. I was shivering like crazy and my teeth were chattering as my husband put his arms around me. We called the midwife and they suggested we come in to be checked in the morning and to get some sleep... we didn't sleep at all! We stayed up talking about what was to come, we were finally going to meet our baby!
I will never experience motherhood.
I will never experience pregnancy, give birth, or adopt.
No child will ever belong wholly to me.
9 days past my due date, I woke up at midnight to some mild abdominal cramping. After weeks of false labor though, I was reluctant to believe that this may lead to anything productive. In fact, I had almost resigned myself to the induced delivery which my midwife had already scheduled me for on the following Tuesday. I was ready to say goodbye to my dream of an unmedicated, birth-center birth. As the waves continued into the morning though, I became hesitantly hopeful. I hadn't slept all night.
Justin and I knew we always wanted a child; only one, and he always dreamed of a little girl. We had been together for 10 years, married for 2, bought a home, both had good jobs and of course the questions of when we were going to have kids was asked often. In our mind we were still young; unsure if we were financially stable enough for a child, but always knew we would someday.
My name is Sara. I'm 29 years old and the mother of an amazing beautiful baby boy named Kaiden and I'm also the wife of his just as amazing father, Jon. I met Jon when I was 19. We bought our first house in August of 2008. We decided that we wanted a baby more than anything. Marriage to us was not a priority in our book, being parents was. I knew no matter the outcome of mine and Jon's relationship that he would be the greatest father to any child. In October of that year we had decided that I would stop taking my birth control in an attempt to get pregnant. We did get married October 20th 2012. By this time we had been trying for over 4 years. We tried for another year and a half before we decided enough was enough and we needed to find out why we were still not pregnant.
Becoming a mother was one of the most important things that I believed that I could do. I grew up in an environment where alcohol was prominent, old-fashioned corporal punishment was the norm, and emotional and physical expressions of love were doled out in measured fashion.
As I became older, and began to realize that what I had experienced as a young child was not how most families function, and as I thought about my own future, I became strongly convinced that I would not parent in the same way. More than anything, I wanted to raise my children with love and understanding. I wanted to encourage them to be respectful, and honest, and understand that perfection didn’t matter, but trying your best, and being your best would allow for the creation of a compassionate human being.
Two pink lines. A positive sign. The word "pregnant" in digital print. The official beginning of Cecelia.
The first few weeks of my pregnancy were full of anticipation, excitement, and anxiety. As we slowly told our family and close friends, the worry dissolved. Unfortunately, not too long after this, the nausea, bloating and heartburn came on full force. My first trimester was a blur of napping, constant peeing, and overdosing on Tums.
In the midst of this, we heard baby's heartbeat, at home, on the 9th week. It was the most beautiful sound.
To say I did not have a normal pregnancy would be an understatement. I was due to have Roslyn on January 24th and had a very high risk pregnancy. I was told throughout my pregnancy that when I would go into labor I would be under strict monitoring as I had a single umbilical cord artery and polyhydramnios both of which put me at increased risks for multiple complications. I also knew from my ultrasounds that my baby would need surgery immediately after birth and would have to go straight to the NICU. I remember feeling sad I would not have a normal birthing experience but also felt the strict monitoring would keep me and my baby safe throughout our delivery. I guess things never really go as planned or how they say they will though!
I Am Mama.
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