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I also carried that pregnancy to term. Pro vaginal birth and size accepting, Dr. M saw my pregnancy as joyously as I did. I wanted a vaginal birth so badly. His fat phobia and surgeon mentality had doomed me to a c-section right from the start and I was felt so ignorant for believing him and not seeing what was going on. I also felt the delivery and drugs after interfered with my bonding with the baby. I can honestly say, I felt like a zombie until we finally got home and I stopped taking the pain drugs.

Then I fell in love with my son. But, I will always regret that he didn't get those first few days of love that babies thrive on. Everything went well, with the exception of severe nausea on my part, until the 28th week when we discovered I had gestational diabetes. You know, I never realized how important it was to me that my pregnancy be totally normal and without even the mildest of complications.

I cried when I found out I had gd. My numbers were mildly high, but consistently high. So, I was put on insulin and a diabetic diet. Complicating everything was my reactive hypoglycemia. This insulin resistance left me feeling nauseous all the time.

I again felt a sense of failure. I was so mad at my body. I was so certain that it was my diet that caused the problem, even though in reality I had actually been following the ADA diet all along. Well, somehow, between the needles and lancets, I managed to make it to 37 weeks.

I was very sick from the gd and hypoglycemia and I was under a lot of stress due to both my parents being criticallly ill, my husband having to move 3 states away, and my trying to sell our house. Between the stress and the illness, my body was breaking down. I was swollen, though my blood pressure was fine. I had several episodes of false labor, 2 of which took me to the hospital.

The baby's heart rate was running too high and I was dehydrating frequently from the vomiting. So, feeling I was doomed to a c-section even though my heart strongly desired a natural birth, I asked the doctor to induce me early and she agreed that the environment in my body was no long doing any good for the baby.

Since we knew from the infertility treatments exactly when I had conceived the baby, we decided to deliver the baby on week I told my doctor I just wanted to plan a c-section as I was so certain the induction was going to end up in a c-section. However, she persuaded me to have a trial of labor and said, "I don't see any reason why you can't deliver this child naturally. It's your decision, but I'd like to encourage you to give it a try.

If you get into it and want a c-section I'll go that route. But, I'd like you to try. I have to admit, I had planned the whole pregnancy for a vbac. I was so certain I could do it, but when it got down to the wire, I was scared of a repeat of what happened with my first child. After testing the amniotic fluid for lung maturity, it was determined the baby was ready to be delivered. Everything was perfect for his lung scores; so my doctor and I decided to go ahead with the induction beginning on the 25th.

The baby was at So, my husband "Rosh", my doula "Kathy" and I arrived at the hospital Sunday evening, and the doctor applied prostaglandin gel to my cervix. I started having irregular contractions right away. Since I had been having strong false labor for almost a month, it wasn't really surprising that I'd have at least some response to the gel.

We passed a relatively boring evening in the hospital. Kathy and I walked the hallway and I rocked to try to get the contractions to going at a stronger rate. I asked for a mild sedative to help me sleep, because I knew I wouldn't be able to with all my excitement and agitation.

I was given visterol. So I slept all of 4 hours and was awakened to take my morning shower. My nurse was worried about my gd and my tendency to have insulin reactions, so she brought me a tray of food which included a muffin and scrambled fake eggs. I would later belch that egg throughout the active phase of labor. I didn't even eat the whole thing and it still came back to haunt me. Things didn't look too good for a successful vbac at that point.

The -3 station was a repeat of my first delivery. But we plunged ahead anyhow. I started having regular strong contractions almost immediately. They were strong and regular. I took a short walk with Kathy down the hallway. Then I took to sitting on the rocking chair and rocking. That rocking movement really seemed to help me deal with the discomfort. He decided to break my waters. I wasn't so keen on it, but didn't feel like arguing with him. I felt intimidated by him, so I let him do it.

The gush of warm water was just an amazing feeling. I was surprise a how much there was. Anyhow, at this point we had committed ourselves to birthing this baby one way or the other. Off and on, the nurse would prick my finger and check my bg levels.

It was fluctuating wildly. So, she and the doc monitored it closely adding insulin or dextrose to the iv depending on my bg. I hated that pin prick. It just seemed so unfair when I was having to deal with the pain of labor, but I knew it had to be done.

It was frustrating, but necessary. It wasn't long before the contractions began to be long and hard. I was surprised it was going so fast, but boy was I hurting. The nurse then decided I should get in the bathtub for awhile.

I don't know how long I was there The contractions were soooooooo strong. The nurse was patient and encouraging and very competent in finding ways to delay me from getting the epidural--"oh try leaning this way" or "how about we kneel for awhile? She drained the tub and started the shower. She had me stand up and lunge with one leg on the tub edge.

Then she poured the cool water over me. I finally begged a bit more and she then took her time drying me off and getting me and all my iv tubes into the nightgown. Finally she got me into the bed and left the room to find my doctor.

I kept begging for the epidural. I don't know how much time had passed, but it seemed like 74, years: Finally my doctor walked in the door. I think I exclaimed something like "Oh thank God you are here, can I have an epidural? Phoebe disappeared to call the anesthesiologist. I had chosen her because of her reputation and my RE's referral. Anyhow the epidural guy finally got there and took his time getting the epi in.

I was still 4, 80 and -1 to 0. I was really being a pain, too. I complained every single contraction. It hurt sooooo badly. I don't remember my first hurting so much. I hadn't had any pain intervention with him, but this time things seemed very bad. The contractions just didn't let up and they were sooooooo intense. Looking back, I think the internal pain must have centered at the internal incision. It just seemed concentrated right across the front just above the pubic bone.

The nurse felt it was due to scar tissue tearing away with the contractions. In retrospect, I think that must have really helped get things going. Finally the guy told me to hold still HA! I think it took several contractions, and I really did my darndest to hold still.

Finally, I felt like my bladder was being pushed and I had no control over it. I told Phoebe I had to pee. She said in a very nurturing voice, "Go right ahead and let it go.

Just relax and let it go. There really wasn't a thing I could do to stop the drenching anyhow. After the initial flood, with each contraction I felt this push on my bladder and a little voiding. I began to feel like I just wanted to push my whole bladder out. The epidural was in and I felt my left leg get tingly and numb. But nothing else went numb. The epidural was ineffective and had been placed in the wrong position. I had a dead left leg and lots of pain. So, they were getting ready to get me back onto my back I was still sitting on the edge of the bed , when I told the nurse something was pushing on my bladder.

She suddenly got excited and said, "Maybe you are ready to push. Do you feel like pushing? So, she checked me. I had gone through transition while waiting for the epidural and no one had even known. Now I had a numb left leg and the rest of me never did get relief, but I think that was the best thing that could have happened. Had I not had the doula, my wonderful nurse, and Dr.

She promised she wouldn't. For each contraction, I bemoaned my inability to push the baby out with pushes like some other women do. I whined and complained a lot, I think. I was being such a wuss, but it hurt sooooo much and the contractions were coming sooooooo quickly.

Some other doctor was there and for some reason he actually did the delivery. I have to ask Dr. The nurse was marvelous She insisted on my getting on to my knees and trying.

It was in my birth plan and she was insistent that I give it a try. With my numbed left leg, balance was really hard and I got terrible muscle contractions in my back where I have an injury from 6 years ago. She had me turn from back to knees and knees to back. All the darned wires from the baby monitor and contraction monitor and IVs would get tangled up around me. It drove me nuts. That and the hair of my husband's beard tickling my shoulder when he'd rest his chin on my shoulder and count during the contractions At one point I asked to see the head as it begins to crown.

It was soooo cool, but I couldn't stand to look more than once because all I wanted to do was get that OUT!!! I couldn't stand any distractions. Even the encouraging and gentle comments from the doctor, nurse, etc. I just wanted to concentrate.

I told them to be quiet. My husband did the counting for me while I pushed. It helped to give me something to focus on. I wanted to groan, but the nurse told me to focus it inward. I wanted to tell her I'd focus it at her, but I really could feel progress being made after I put all of the air into the push.

Interesting how you can hate the very people who help you when you feel so much pain. Finally, about an hour and half after I began pushing, the head crowned and I felt the "rim of fire". I'm not sure how many contractions there were after that, but I think maybe 6. Finally the nurse said, "This next contraction and the head will be out.

So, with the next contraction, I pushed like you couldn't believe. Then "WHOOSH" this thing popped out of me and there between my legs with a gush of warm waters was the head of the tiny fellow. What a sight and what a feeling. I wanted to hold him.

But I had to wait for the darn shoulders. The doctor told me I had one more push. I think I whined, " I still have to push", but as I whined that, the uterus gave one strong contraction, I didn't push at all, and the shoulders popped out!!!

They did a quick check and handed the little guy to me. What a wonderful smell and touch and sound and and and Suddenly the nurse that I hated through each contraction but who I realized was doing what I had wanted, btw was the most loved creature in the world. I wanted to kiss DH, Kathy, the doctors and the floor!!! Fortunately for the others, only DH got the kisses. It felt so wonderful to be through the pain; it felt so marvelous to have my baby vaginally and to hold him and nurse him.

I felt like I had won, liked I'd accomplished some grand and glorious feat. The doctors waited until the cord stopped pulsing to have DH cut the cord. The only thing I regretted was the long wait to get him to my face. I had to wait until the cord was cut. But, they honored my wishes that the cord be allowed to cease pulsing on its own.

They let me hold him quite awhile, then finally took him across the room to do the check and clean him up a bit. Oh, he smelled so nice with that amniotic fluid and vernix. Such a sweet and unusual smell. I regretted when they finally gave him a bath later. They bathed him right in the room. He never left my room. I labored, delivered and stayed in the same room the whole time.

The nurses came in every hour for awhile to check his blood glucose levels due to my high blood sugar in the pregancy and during delivery, but he stayed within normal range and was handling things well. So, no intervention was needed in that regard. He nursed and slept and watched the world around him. I fed him and watched him sleep and observe. So, that is my version of the story. I'm sure some things are fuzzy in my memory, but for the most part everything was just as planned once the labor got going.

Had it not been for a pro-vbac doctor, hospital, nurse, and friend, I don't think I would have had my vbac. Also, don't be surprised at how much you will resent everyone helping you during the birth. I think it just hurts so much that it is beyond our capacity to keep focused on the outcome. So I let them do that for me. Maggie's Story 3 babies: Maggie's first 2 babies were both about the same size despite a much bigger weight gain the second pregnancy.

She also had a VBAC with a baby that was 9 lbs. Her third baby was smaller, for whatever reason, and again she had a very fast VBAC.

In both of her VBACs, she had pitocin aumentation without any drugs, a very impressive accomplishment! My first pregnancy I had a fat-phobic doctor who complained about every pound I gained and kept telling me about a patient who lost 50 lbs while pregnant.

Because of insurance, he was the only doctor I could choose. Even though I knew it was unhealthy I would diet before my appointments to try to get a lower weight and then semi-binge after the appointment. My blood pressure also measured high during office visits because I was so anxious about my appointments.

I ended up gaining 24 lbs and had a 9 lb daughter by c-section because the doctor thought she wouldn't fit.

Despite all this I had a very easy c-section and recovery -- was able to have an epidural and be awake during the surgery. I considered the c-section a breeze and had no fear about another -- in fact was so comfortable with the known, was more nervous about going into labor. My second pregnancy I had a wonderful new doctor to whom weight was not an issue. This doctor looked at my previous records and stated that he believed in a trial of labor and that was our plan. I was very nervous and made him promise that if I stalled during labor I could have a c-section.

I was a week past my date when my water broke. My doctor has the hour rule -- if not in active labor 24 hours after water breaking, then start inducing with pitocin. I went into the hospital in the middle of the night since I was having contractions. I wasn't even dilated yet so they gave me pain and sleeping meds to get some rest until they started the pitocin at 8: They increased the dose every 15 minutes once they started.

It was a very boring morning and I kept thinking when is anything going to happen. I was on a strapped-on monitor and didn't move around much -- however, I had no desire to do so, so this wasn't a problem for me.

I think I could have had them remove it and only monitor me once an hour or so if I wanted to move around more. Told me I had hours to go yet. Between pm I had a really tough time with contractions coming fast -- did my breathing etc. Had hubby get the doctor at 2 pm because I wanted my epidural and I was feeling a lot of pressure. Doctor came to check at 2ish and told me I was ready to push. I didn't feel so much an urge to push as a sense of tremendous pressure in the vaginal region.

After three pushes, my second daughter was born at 2: She weighed 9 lbs 1 oz , 1 oz more than the baby that wasn't supposed to fit!

I tore when head came out but didn't feel it. I also screamed when she came out, which really surprised me -- never would have considered myself a screamer!! I was stitched up after delivery. Never did get my epidural -- everything happened very fast at the end. I felt really empowered after this birth -- I remember being in my hospital room thinking, "I want to do this again!

Other things I remember I did have monitors that made it hard to move around but I had no desire to walk around. I wanted to sit up and would change my legs from tailor-sitting to lowering the foot of the bed so I could hang my legs down. I have heard that the pitocin makes the labor very intense and it seemed that way to me but then again I have nothing to compare it to.

I am very grateful that I only had a difficult 2 hours as opposed to much longer. Also 1 was 9 lbs and 2 was 9 lbs 1 oz -- so much for not fitting through my pelvis! Also in retrospect I had a much, much easier recovery from a VBAC than c-section and I had told everyone that my c-section was a breeze and I truly felt that way. I cannot emphasize this enough -- the stitches were manageable and being able to get around just about normally was great.

Especially since I had daughter 1 to worry about. I was concerned about how she was adjusting and it was great to be able to get out of the hospital more quickly and be able to help her adjust a lot of my anxiety pre-VBAC was about child 1 and how she would handle mom in the hospital , new sibling etc.

Given the choice I want a vaginal birth next time too. Most of all, I trusted my doctor -- he was instrumental in helping me believe I could do this. I didn't want a doula or other person beside me and my husband -- we wanted to do this on our own as a team. I am very comfortable with a hospital environment because I like knowing that medical backup is available if necessary. I'm a bit of a control freak and a lot of my fear was of the unknown -- labor, potential pain etc.

I would have been happy repeating the c-section only because I knew what to expect. Despite having a c-section the first time around and having a very easy recovery, a vaginal birth is much, much easier to recover from.

I did have an earlier complication with a severe bleed at 14 weeks and a residual blood clot. Was on restrictions for 3 months but blood clot eventually disappeared and I went back to normal activity. This was in no way related to be a BBW, but rather just one of those things This baby arrived 5 days early, which was a surprise because I was at least a week late with my two daughters.

The evening before he was born I started to feel really lousyhips hurt, had to pee all the time, back hurt, etc. My walk really became a waddle so I think he had dropped that night. The next morning about I also began to suspect that my water had broken--not in a big gush but just a more or less constant dribble.

I was also having contractions but wasn't at all sure if they were for real or Braxton-Hicks. So the doctor told me to come to the hospital to be checked. We got to the hospital about 2: I knew as soon as we got there that my water had indeed broken as I was much more gushy. The water had meconium in it. They were very calm about that which surprised me since I thought that meant the baby was under stress. The contractions got a bit closer together but weren't bad at all.

I was 4 cm dilated, not completely effaced, so they decided to start me on pitocin to speed things up because of the meconium. We also had an internal monitor because we kept losing the contractions or the baby's heartbeat on the external monitor.

Contractions started getting bad about 5: I also asked about pain relief and was given the option of stadol which is supposed to take the edge off the pain but not eliminate it and can make you dopey. They said no to an epidural because last time I went really fast from 3 cm to 10 cm so they didn't think there was time for it before I had to push. So I chose nothing and just kept with the breathing. The doula arrived at 6: Also brought a birth ball, but I was beyond using it at that point.

I was feeling a lot of pressure and the doctor checked me again at 7ish and I was at 9 cm. They had me blow through a few more contractions and then I told them I wanted to push. I pushed through 2 contractions and then his head was out and they told me to stop pushing because they needed to suction his airway due to the meconium. That was about the hardest thing of all, but after what seemed like forever they gave me the go ahead and he was born at 7: He was crying and crying, the best possible thing, and I was so relieved it was over.

His apgars were 9 and 9. A word about the doula--I had only decided the day before to use one after running into one when I was getting my hair cut. She asked me if I was considering it and I said no, in fact I thought it might seem intrusive and I didn't want my husband to feel pushed aside. She gently gave me some things to consider and I called the program at the hospital to see if it was too late to use one. It wasn't but I would have to use whoever was on call and not be able to meet her head of time.

So that's what I did and it worked really well--we hadn't done a lamaze refresher this time and I was anxious and my husband wasn't sure what to do to reassure me and she helped both of us through it.

Another point for BBW's -- I got pg first month with babies 1 and 3. So what was different with baby 2? Also about weight gain in pregnancy, I've had a wide range between baby 1 and baby 2 but found that all the baby weight was gone by 6 weeks postpartum. I did breastfeed and that helps for a while and then my weight would stabilize. Franny had a posterior baby with her first birth that she did manage to have vaginally by flipping to hands and knees and the doctor using forceps.

Still, not a peaceful birth. Instead she hired a good homebirth midwife and had her baby at home. She also had chiropractic care in this pregnancy, which may have helped prevent a recurrence of the fetal malpositioning the plagued the other births. I felt like I was pregnant forever, add to this that I took off work for maternity leave at 38 weeks and I felt a little like an elephant, in more ways that one. My midwife recommended that I see the Chiropractor and get a massage.

I chose the latter and by evening Wednesday my contractions had started. I went about my normal activities, fixed supper, went to church, bathed the kids, put kids to bed, went for a walk. Contractions were regular, but not very strong, more like annoying. Thursday AM we were to drive an hour away to see the midwife I didn't think I could handle being in the car that long, so I told her to head our way.

She has 7 kids of her own, the youngest just turned 1 in November. I napped and felt like they were fading away and she said she'd just drop in to see how I was. I had gone into work for a bridal shower on Tuesday and one of my co-workers, an OBGYN Nurse Practitioner said I should just go to the hospital and have another cesarean since I was so far over my due date By 5, my doula and our friends that were going to watch our kids were present and I was starting to get uncomfortable.

Around 7pm, I was 4cm the first time my midwife ever had her hand in me. I got in the tub borrowed a spa in a box from a friend and got hot, then had to get out to cool off.

I had just attended a Michel Odent conference and had his words in my head. If a woman gets in the tub at 4 and makes no rapid progress after 2 hours, he recommended a cesarean.

I kept thinking that I didn't have the urge to push, so had I made progress? I got back in the tub and was very cold, my husband found a space heater and was holding it on me next to the tub and jokingly went "oops" faking dropping it into the tub and it took me over an hour to get back into a regular pattern.

Had to get into the shower to get warmed back up and they encouraged me to drink some really salty hot broth. By 11 I was loud and hurting, they also tried to cram a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and juice down my throat PB is NOT easy to get down with 'labor mouth'. I was all over the place position-wise, remember enjoying a forward leaning position.

Was in the tub when I started to push, but kept a rim of cervix and got out to the birth stool so the midwife could help hold it while I pushed. While on the birth stool I remember saying, "I give up. Take me to the hospital, Help me" and they gave me some homeopathy. When she was crowning I got back in the tub. I remembered what It was like with Daniel and I realized that I ever got to the point where I could push past the pain and make progress I finally figured out the pushing thing this time I was on my knees in the tub, resting my head on the side of the tub, Aryn put his arm along the back of the tub so I could rest my head and I accidentally bit him I got to the point where I felt like my urethra was going to explode and I reached down to support my labia and felt her head It didn't take long from that point Once her head was out, her body followed quickly, the midwife just allowed the water to catch her.

Once she was out, I flipped over and reached for her. Within seconds, I was pulling her up so I could see her, unlooped 2 nuchal cords and brought her out of the water to my chest. She opened her eyes and looked at me and started to whimper. No lusty painful scream, but more like I felt between her legs and discovered she was a girl, but waited until our son came into the room to lift her out of the water for him to see and announce.

I was convinced I was having a boy because my pregnancy was so much like it was with Daniel Instead I have a little girl that looks just like her big brother. I was out of the tub about 30 minutes after her birth and we left the cord attached for about 2 hours, at that point we were able to cut without clamping and it fell off when she was 4 days old.

I had a small 'scuff', but nothing worth messing with suture-wise. My midwife had a herbal bath to soak in with Abby and it felt wonderful Abby nursed very well and my milk was in by 24 hours. She never lost weight. Was at birth, 2: Abigail has been a joy, a wonderful baby. Sleeps through the night started at about 1 month and was smiling by 6 weeks.

She does have some gassy spells, but they are brief. Will definitely do it again!!! But will wait until Abby is in preschool or Kindergarten Several of the OBs in our area were really ticked and found out that I was the Childbirth Educator at the local Medicaid clinic and were not happy. Our Medical director wanted me to assure him that I was not teaching or encouraging homebirth in my class. I replied that I simply told my story and that I did not believe that homebirth was an option for our clients for 2 reasons The results are in and saw another increase in surgical birth rates -- Some doctors cited the reason for the increase was that more women are having elective cesareans, but keep in mind that "elective" does not mean that it was the woman's choice.

I was informed that we would be forced to have a cesarean if our baby was born at their hospital simply because I had a cesarean with my second child. The cesarean rate has increased astronomically in the past 30 years: The World Health Organization states that the cesarean rate should be 10 percent to 15 percent.

Our bodies have not changed in 30 years, but medical management has. Although some babies have been saved by surgical delivery, a look at maternal and infant mortality rates show that nearly 30 countries lose fewer moms and babies than the United States and most of those countries have lower cesarean rates. Having a vaginal birth after cesarean VBAC carries nearly half the potential complications than repeat surgery. Due to a 0. American Academy of Family Physicians guidelines noted that there are other problems that occur more often, and they found no evidence suggesting better VBAC outcomes based on the availability of resources.

American Academy of Family Physicians went on to state that policies for VBAC "appear to be based on malpractice concerns rather than on available statistical and scientific evidence. So, how'd I do it? I found a doula -- someone trained to provide emotional and physical support during labor I ate well and read to educate myself.

When labor started, my midwife came to me, and my daughter was safely born at home in water. I'll do it again with my next baby. As long as doctors and hospitals do not allow alternatives, such as midwives, birthing centers and natural options for pain relief, more informed women who want to be able to make their own decisions will join me.

Margie's Story 5 children; 4: Margie has 5 children; this is mostly the story of 5, her gd vbac. Her birth stories all of them can be found at: This story begins with pre-pregnancy. This was a much planned for baby for a few years before she was even a sparkle in her Mother and Father's eye. I wanted to have more children and knew that I would have to deal with this again. We got pregnant on our first try with In Vitro.

Our previous son was conceived through In Vitro also. I found out I was pregnant and was very overjoyed. I was prepared for the pregnancy and hoped to make it better than my last. Only thing I wasn't prepared for was the onset was much earlier than my previous pregnancy. I began insulin at 12 weeks. My previous baby was born via C-Section due to Macrosomia. He weighed 11 lbs and 3 oz. I knew that if I kept with the diet and insulin that I would not have a huge baby.

So on with the diet and insulin. My goal was to keep the baby's size down and hopefully go into labor on my own. I wanted to know what it was like to go into labor and not have pitocin. My three previous babies were either induced or augmented with Pitocin.

As we were approaching the due date, all tests were showing that she was fine and not at all huge. One nurse did however say that I had a decrease of fluid and was concerned. More on that later. My due date approached and I asked if I could go another week in hopes that I would go into labor on my own.

I thought for sure that I would have contractions and so forth, but by the next week nothing was going on. I had JUST gotten to 1 cm. Insulin-Dependent GDM has many risks. One is the function of the placenta could stop, resulting in placenta failure and stillbirth.

That was why all the NST's. When it came time to decide if I would consent to an induction I reluctantly agreed, feeling that this was what was best for my baby. So Induction Day rolls around. We get settled into my room. We meaning my husband, my Doula, and myself. They are very nice and sensitive to my needs with the monitors.

She found out that I'm a clock watcher!!! I had my first application of P-Gel and asked her about my status. At the 2nd application I continued to have contractions on my own for several hours. An hour later the 2nd dose of P-Gel is given. We are encouraged to walk the halls. We do so leisurely and this results in some contractions. So after all that walking I progress another centimeter. Monday night at The contractions just about stop. I am impressed with my nurse's sensitivity to my needs.

I had drawn up a birth plan, but did not give it to them. They all have studied my previous birth and remind me often that this is so much more different. After she got past -2 station, I relax. Cameron never made it past Things certainly do seem different. I get back on the monitors for a test strip and the endocrinologist orders hourly Blood Glucose Tests.

I think this was the most annoying part. He also orders an IV push of insulin as needed. Remember, one of the nurses said I had such low levels of fluid. I change positions and noticed my water had broken.

There is water coming out that is clear. I soak 2 chux pads. She puts a towel between my legs as the water keeps coming. Every time I laugh, there is more water!!! I soak through another set of chux pads and another towel. Seems like enough water to me. We all cheer that my water broke on its own. Pitocin is steadily increased and contractions are going nicely in a pattern.

At first this worried me, but she reminds me that we have gotten further than we ever did with him and this is all together different. This relaxes me and we get ready for the hard work ahead. It's 8am and she checks me. The monitors around me are really irritating me.

We discuss internal fetal monitors. One thing that I was most afraid of was the internal catheter to measure contractions. The nurse shows me that they are much different than they used to be. I had one nearly 15 years ago and the memory was terrible. I realize that they cannot effectively monitor the strength of my contractions with the straps. I'm a big woman and the baby is small.

So I agree to the internal monitor for contractions so I will not be over stimulated on pitocin. That alone makes me fear for a rupture. I can't believe how much the effacing is happening since this usually is the slowest part for me. I also had went from 4cm and 70 to 90 percent effaced to delivery in a matter of minutes with my previous pregnancy.

The contractions are really bearable and not at all painful. Just a force, but not really painful. They peak quickly and resolve quickly.

The atmosphere is still very upbeat and we are playing Hymns on the boom box. This creates a very peaceful and serene atmosphere in the room. I get my next exam at I'm amazed at how easily everything is going. It just seems to roll along. Still the contractions have not changed or even seem to be that hard. They tell me I'm in transition. I'm amazed at how easily everything is going and even being in transition, I'm not in that much pain.

While I was at 4, I was getting a bit apprehensive that the contractions would get harder to deal with and was asking about an epidural.

My previous births were horrendous with the over-stimulation of pitocin. Sue talks me out of it and I agree to forge on through. So I'm at 8 cm and it doesn't' seem to be that bad.

The OB gets there and things start to halt. The contractions are getting harder and she isn't coming. I'm getting really concerned that I am some how unconsciously holding her back. They tell me she is posterior and is pounding on my cervix causing it to swell from 9cm back down to 6cm.

At this point I am standing trying to get her to come down. I tried going to the bathroom and she still isn't coming down. Her heart rate drops severely and the OB nurses rush into the room.

We are really scared at this point because it isn't coming back up. I'm laying on my side with oxygen mask on praying that she is OK. All sorts of things rush in my mind. I ask my husband who is an Elder in our church to give me an emergency blessing. He does and her heart rate normalizes.

I then get an epidural. The epidural doesn't take on a strip going along my belly and I can feel the contractions in a localized area. They turn off the pit drip and I lay on another side to get the medicine to hit that awful nagging spot. Things settle down and I snooze. During this time DH gives baby a blessing by laying his hands on my belly. I didn't find this out til later. They ask me to push. I have to say that I would make fun of the ladies on "A Baby Story" pushing through their epidurals.

I now know that it is so hard to push. I haven't pushed in 15 years. I didn't practice this part!!! It was difficult to coordinate the pushing. No one counted in my face and I was really glad about that.

She is slowly moving up and her head is crowning. I'm not sure at which point they called the OB. Her head is slowly pushing it's way out. The entire time her head is exposed the OB nurse is gently stroking her head. She is treated gently from the beginning and the tone in the room is quiet and not tense. She decides that she has had enough of the womb and her head pops out. No pushing from me. Then the body just slips on out. She is born and my first look at her is in amazement at her size.

All of my babies are over 8 lbs including my 11lbs 3oz boy. She is really long and skinny. The OB walks in fully expecting to deliver a baby. He missed it and gets to catch the placenta. She cries and is cleaned off and placed on my stomach. I get to cut the cord. I couldn't see it and Bill took pictures. They ask me if it is OK to take her to clean her off. They are very quiet and gentle with her care. She is cleaned off and they assess her. She is measured and weighed. Her Apgars are 8 and 9.

One nurse said I was bleeding pretty bad. They call the OB back in and he finds clots in my uterus causing it not to contract. They take care of this and the bleeding slows down. I am sat up so I can nurse, but when I am moved up I nearly pass out.

My BP is extremely low. They call the Anes. I continue to have low BP the remainder of my visit. I am able to nurse her and the colostrum is able to maintain her blood sugar. As soon as my epidural wore off we were back in our room getting to know each other. Despite these little mishaps and having to get the epidural, the birth was very positive. I was able to have a VBAC. I did not submit a birth plan to the floor.

I wonder if my doula did since everything I asked for was honored. I nearly got everyone I asked for. It almost seem too good to be true. During the entire time of my labor, a friend of mine is calling and being called to update my lists on my progress. I have an enormous amount of support and prayers during this time.

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