I found out that I was pregnant on January 8, 2006, when I was 10 weeks gone. Even though I was only 12 at the time (I turned 13 a month later, in February), I decided there and then that I was going to keep the baby – I'd already grown to love it.
I didn't tell my parents, because I knew how mad they would be, and I really couldn't face that. I hid my pregnancy by wearing baggy clothes and spending the majority of my time in my bedroom. As the months passed, I grew more and more excited about meeting my little baby. Just because I hadn't told anyone that I was pregnant, it didn't mean I didn't care. I bought a pregnancy book with my allowance and over the months, it became my bible. It told me everything, from what I should be eating, to a week-by-week pregnancy guide.
When Mia was born, I was on my own. My mum and dad had gone into town to do some shopping. We live quite a way out in the countryside, so we haven't got neighbors nearby.
I'd been having contractions all night, and because no one even knew that I was pregnant, I didn't tell a soul. I just stayed in my room, out of the way. By 11 a.m., the contractions were becoming a lot stronger and harder to hide. It was so hard, trying not to scream with each one.
When my parents went out, I was so relieved. I knew they wouldn't be back for a few hours. About half an hour after they left, I had a massive contraction, along with an unbelievable urge to push down. I lay on my bed, propped up by the pillows, and pushed without thinking. It hurt so bad, and I screamed out as I pushed. I didn't think that it would hurt this much. I pushed and pushed and pushed. I could feel the baby moving down, but every time I stopped pushing, it felt like it had gone back up.
I was getting hysterical by this point, as I just wanted to get this baby out of me. I began pushing down without a contraction, and it hurt so bad, but I didn't stop. I pushed as hard as I could, again and again.
I'd been pushing for about an hour and a half when I reached down and felt the baby's head. I took a deep breath and pushed again. I felt a bad burning, stinging sensation as the head crowned. I yelled in pain and reached down to feel my baby's head. I waited for another contraction, and I pushed again, and again, and again. This baby did not want to come out!
I pulled myself up, so I was squatting, and began to push with all my might. The head slowly came out and I let out an almighty wail as the head was born.
I lay back against the pillows and waited for the next contraction. When it came, I didn't hold back. I pushed and strained and yelled and screamed for all I was worth. The shoulders slowly squeezed out, and with one last massive effort, I pushed my baby girl into the world. She was born after nearly two hours of pushing.
She started crying straight away, and I picked her up and held her close. I felt an amazing rush of love as I cradled her in my arms.
About 10 minutes later, I heard my parents' car pull up in our drive. My mum came upstairs, expecting me to be doing my homework. Instead, she found me half naked, cradling a newborn baby. At first, she looked like she was about to faint; then she went into autopilot. She bundled me and the baby into the car and drove us to the hospital, speeding through every red light in sight.
A few hours later, once everything had settled down a bit, my parents started asking me questions, like, why didn't I tell them and stuff.
I decided to call my baby Mia Dakota. Although I never had one checkup when I was pregnant, both Mia and I were fine. She was full term, 22 inches long, and she weighed 9 pounds, 11 ounces (a big baby, seeing as I'm only just 4 feet, 11 inches).
Once we were back at home, things became a whirlwind of feeds, nappies and no sleep. I had no idea that it would be so hard, looking after one baby. My parents helped me out a lot, though, and now, we're all doing great. Mia is getting really cheeky, and she's got this smile that can melt anyone's heart.
I attended school throughout my pregnancy, and I'm still at school now. My parents look after her during the week when I'm at school, and I look after her in the evenings and at weekends. It's not an ideal situation, but I have to finish my education if I'm ever going to get a good job and be able to provide for Mia. Everything I do in my life is for her.
Some people look down their noses at me, being a teen mum, but I love my daughter more than life itself, and at the end of the day, I think that's all that's important.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Twins and Didn't Know It
When I first discovered I was pregnant, my husband and I were so excited! We had been married for 2 years and were nervously awaiting the arrival of a child.
I decided to go through my pregnancy naturally. I've got to say, it wasn't easy! I couldn't go anywhere without a plastic bag at hand because my morning sickness was so bad! I bought maternity clothes in my 6th week because I was already showing.
I kept really fit throughout my whole pregnancy, walking through the park and eating healthy. Somehow I still gained about 35 pounds! Little did I know.
I first started feeling cramps at work, but I didn't think much about it because they only made me uncomfortable for a few seconds and nothing I couldn't handle. Going to sleep that night I told my husband what I was feeling, but he said just to wait until they got stronger before I worried about it.
The next morning I woke up to a peeing sensation down my leg. My waters had broken! I was thrilled to know that I would soon be rid of this enormous belly.
I found that it was easier to stand up through the contractions so we decided to go for a walk around outside. My contractions weren't that bad; I had to stop every once and a while to breathe through them, but it felt nice to be outside walking so we trooped on.
Things started to pick up unexpectedly and I starting groaning and drawing some attention, and my husband suggested that we turn around for home. I agreed by nodding my head because at this point I could barely talk. Looking back I think that maybe we should not have been in a public place.
My contractions were now two minutes apart and getting stronger. One was so painful that I fell over onto my hands and knees and started panting! How embarrassing! I couldn't get up; I just wouldn't.
My husband urged me to get up so we could go home to a safe spot, but I refused through gritted teeth. There I was, curled up in a ball, kneeling over on the grass, howling in pain in the middle of a park! But I couldn't help it! Everyone knew what was going on because of how huge my stomach was!
We decided that he should run home, grab some towels and we would have to give birth to it right then and there. All alone, I rolled around trying to find a comfy position. Suddenly, I had this giant urge to push that I could not withstand.
Sweating, I pulled down my pants (right now I did not care about my reputation) and gave birth to Joseph Alexander. My husband returned moments later to find him in my arms. We were in bliss.
Ummm, I said as I felt another movement down my vagina. I was having twins! I pushed for about one hour and Katrina Leslie emerged. I was exhausted and so we spent our first few minutes together in the grass.
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I decided to go through my pregnancy naturally. I've got to say, it wasn't easy! I couldn't go anywhere without a plastic bag at hand because my morning sickness was so bad! I bought maternity clothes in my 6th week because I was already showing.
I kept really fit throughout my whole pregnancy, walking through the park and eating healthy. Somehow I still gained about 35 pounds! Little did I know.
I first started feeling cramps at work, but I didn't think much about it because they only made me uncomfortable for a few seconds and nothing I couldn't handle. Going to sleep that night I told my husband what I was feeling, but he said just to wait until they got stronger before I worried about it.
The next morning I woke up to a peeing sensation down my leg. My waters had broken! I was thrilled to know that I would soon be rid of this enormous belly.
I found that it was easier to stand up through the contractions so we decided to go for a walk around outside. My contractions weren't that bad; I had to stop every once and a while to breathe through them, but it felt nice to be outside walking so we trooped on.
Things started to pick up unexpectedly and I starting groaning and drawing some attention, and my husband suggested that we turn around for home. I agreed by nodding my head because at this point I could barely talk. Looking back I think that maybe we should not have been in a public place.
My contractions were now two minutes apart and getting stronger. One was so painful that I fell over onto my hands and knees and started panting! How embarrassing! I couldn't get up; I just wouldn't.
My husband urged me to get up so we could go home to a safe spot, but I refused through gritted teeth. There I was, curled up in a ball, kneeling over on the grass, howling in pain in the middle of a park! But I couldn't help it! Everyone knew what was going on because of how huge my stomach was!
We decided that he should run home, grab some towels and we would have to give birth to it right then and there. All alone, I rolled around trying to find a comfy position. Suddenly, I had this giant urge to push that I could not withstand.
Sweating, I pulled down my pants (right now I did not care about my reputation) and gave birth to Joseph Alexander. My husband returned moments later to find him in my arms. We were in bliss.
Ummm, I said as I felt another movement down my vagina. I was having twins! I pushed for about one hour and Katrina Leslie emerged. I was exhausted and so we spent our first few minutes together in the grass.
I would also like to take a moment to share this comment from my blog, which I have translated into English:
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Teen Mom's Beautiful Birth at Home
Joshua David Born: September 30, 1999 at 2:27 p.m.
Weighing: 6 pounds, 12 ounces Standing: 19 inches
The decision to have a homebirth was not a hard one. When I first started thinking about being a mommy as a little girl, I wanted to be in control. I have never liked doctors or hospitals. So when I found out I was pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind that my baby was being born at my parent's house where I lived.
My boyfriend was happy with my decision because he was born at home and his mother was a midwife and she would soon become mine. My mom was a little concerned at first because I was only 16, but she knew that my boyfriend's mother (my midwife) wasn't going to let anything happen to her first grandchild. My dad leaves most decisions up to my mom, so he was fine with it. My younger brother and sister loved it because they were able to be present at the time of my son's birth and felt included. My boyfriend's parents were upset that I was so young when I became pregnant, but they both loved the idea of having a homebirth and that my boyfriend's mother could be my midwife. My boyfriend's younger brother and sister were happy to be there too.
I first started experiencing practice-labor about two weeks before Josh's birth. They felt a lot like menstrual cramps. After that, I stopped going to school because we knew it could be any time. I started home schooling with my mom. Over the next week and a half or so, the cramps began to worsen.
Finally, after going to bed the night of the 29th, I woke up when my water broke. I woke my boyfriend up and told him I had wet the bed. He just looked at me and I practically screamed at him that I was in labor. Well, that woke my mom and dad up and they called my boyfriend's parents to get them over ASAP. They arrived about 20 minutes later at about 3:15 a.m. My contractions were about seven to eight minutes apart and about 30 seconds in length. My midwife checked me and said I was about 2. She told me I could get up and move about if I wanted.
Our younger brothers and sisters were upstairs in the living room watching a movie, half-asleep, waiting for some news. So Gabe and I went up to see them. They all jumped up immediately hoping to see a baby. I just laughed and said, I only wish it was that easy! We then went into the kitchen and Gabe got me some O.J. (my favorite) and then I went downstairs to get into our Jacuzzi tub. The warm water and jets felt wonderful.
About 4:30 a.m., I got out and went into the family room where the pullout sofa had been prepared for me. My midwife checked me again and I was about 3-4 centimeters. The contractions had gotten a little longer and stronger. The sun was getting ready to come up and I wanted to go outside to watch, so Gabe and I went out and walked to the end of the driveway. It felt really good outside walking in the fresh air so I decided I wanted to take a walk around the block. I ended up deciding to take a stroll around the neighborhood. When we got back around 6 a.m. and my midwife checked me again, I was still at 4 centimeters.
I decided to rest a while and let Gabe get some more sleep. I called a few of my friends that were supposed to be there when I gave birth to let them in on what was going on. They said they would come over in a couple of hours unless I called first to tell them otherwise. I turned on Little House on the Prairie and watched about two hours of that and MTV with my mom. Gabe woke up then and wanted to know if I was any further along. So I told him to go find his mother and ask her to come check. I was finally to 6 centimeters and almost completely effaced.
My mom then called our grandparents to come over. They came over around 10:30 a.m. followed almost immediately by some of my friends. I wasn't any further dilated, but my midwife said that I was in active labor. FINALLY! I felt like I was getting somewhere at that point. A little later, my contractions were getting a lot worse, so I got back in the tub. WHAT A RELIEF! My friend Ticia sat with me, while Gabe and Heather lit some lavender candles and incense and pulled the curtains in my laboring rooms (basically the whole walkout basement). I had decided long before that I had wanted it to be peaceful when I gave birth and I hate bright light when I'm lying down.
My mom brought down a fruit and cheese tray for me around 12:15 p.m. I got out of the tub and dried off. I went upstairs to sit on the deck and look out at the lake for a little while. It didn't last too long. The sun was too bright for me, so I went back inside and downstairs to candlelight. It was almost 1 p.m. and I was exhausted and ready for my baby to come out. I lay down and my midwife checked me. I was at 8 centimeters and completely effaced.
Gabe and I began working on my breathing and relaxation exercises that we had practiced. I was having some trouble finding my inner strength until my grandma said, Just wait until you hold your son and all of this will be forgotten. That was all I needed to refocus on the fact that all that pain was going to bring my baby, my son, into this world.
Around 2 p.m., my midwife told me I was fully dilated and could push anytime I wanted. About 10 minutes later I was ready to push. Fifteen minutes later, after five small pushes and three really big ones, Gabe caught our firstborn son in his arms. It was 2:27 p.m. on the most beautiful day in my life. Gabe laid him on my stomach. I kissed both my son's and my boyfriend's heads and helped Joshua David latch onto my nipple and start his first meal provided by me - HIS MOMMA!
Weighing: 6 pounds, 12 ounces Standing: 19 inches
The decision to have a homebirth was not a hard one. When I first started thinking about being a mommy as a little girl, I wanted to be in control. I have never liked doctors or hospitals. So when I found out I was pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind that my baby was being born at my parent's house where I lived.
My boyfriend was happy with my decision because he was born at home and his mother was a midwife and she would soon become mine. My mom was a little concerned at first because I was only 16, but she knew that my boyfriend's mother (my midwife) wasn't going to let anything happen to her first grandchild. My dad leaves most decisions up to my mom, so he was fine with it. My younger brother and sister loved it because they were able to be present at the time of my son's birth and felt included. My boyfriend's parents were upset that I was so young when I became pregnant, but they both loved the idea of having a homebirth and that my boyfriend's mother could be my midwife. My boyfriend's younger brother and sister were happy to be there too.
I first started experiencing practice-labor about two weeks before Josh's birth. They felt a lot like menstrual cramps. After that, I stopped going to school because we knew it could be any time. I started home schooling with my mom. Over the next week and a half or so, the cramps began to worsen.
Finally, after going to bed the night of the 29th, I woke up when my water broke. I woke my boyfriend up and told him I had wet the bed. He just looked at me and I practically screamed at him that I was in labor. Well, that woke my mom and dad up and they called my boyfriend's parents to get them over ASAP. They arrived about 20 minutes later at about 3:15 a.m. My contractions were about seven to eight minutes apart and about 30 seconds in length. My midwife checked me and said I was about 2. She told me I could get up and move about if I wanted.
Our younger brothers and sisters were upstairs in the living room watching a movie, half-asleep, waiting for some news. So Gabe and I went up to see them. They all jumped up immediately hoping to see a baby. I just laughed and said, I only wish it was that easy! We then went into the kitchen and Gabe got me some O.J. (my favorite) and then I went downstairs to get into our Jacuzzi tub. The warm water and jets felt wonderful.
About 4:30 a.m., I got out and went into the family room where the pullout sofa had been prepared for me. My midwife checked me again and I was about 3-4 centimeters. The contractions had gotten a little longer and stronger. The sun was getting ready to come up and I wanted to go outside to watch, so Gabe and I went out and walked to the end of the driveway. It felt really good outside walking in the fresh air so I decided I wanted to take a walk around the block. I ended up deciding to take a stroll around the neighborhood. When we got back around 6 a.m. and my midwife checked me again, I was still at 4 centimeters.
I decided to rest a while and let Gabe get some more sleep. I called a few of my friends that were supposed to be there when I gave birth to let them in on what was going on. They said they would come over in a couple of hours unless I called first to tell them otherwise. I turned on Little House on the Prairie and watched about two hours of that and MTV with my mom. Gabe woke up then and wanted to know if I was any further along. So I told him to go find his mother and ask her to come check. I was finally to 6 centimeters and almost completely effaced.
My mom then called our grandparents to come over. They came over around 10:30 a.m. followed almost immediately by some of my friends. I wasn't any further dilated, but my midwife said that I was in active labor. FINALLY! I felt like I was getting somewhere at that point. A little later, my contractions were getting a lot worse, so I got back in the tub. WHAT A RELIEF! My friend Ticia sat with me, while Gabe and Heather lit some lavender candles and incense and pulled the curtains in my laboring rooms (basically the whole walkout basement). I had decided long before that I had wanted it to be peaceful when I gave birth and I hate bright light when I'm lying down.
My mom brought down a fruit and cheese tray for me around 12:15 p.m. I got out of the tub and dried off. I went upstairs to sit on the deck and look out at the lake for a little while. It didn't last too long. The sun was too bright for me, so I went back inside and downstairs to candlelight. It was almost 1 p.m. and I was exhausted and ready for my baby to come out. I lay down and my midwife checked me. I was at 8 centimeters and completely effaced.
Gabe and I began working on my breathing and relaxation exercises that we had practiced. I was having some trouble finding my inner strength until my grandma said, Just wait until you hold your son and all of this will be forgotten. That was all I needed to refocus on the fact that all that pain was going to bring my baby, my son, into this world.
Around 2 p.m., my midwife told me I was fully dilated and could push anytime I wanted. About 10 minutes later I was ready to push. Fifteen minutes later, after five small pushes and three really big ones, Gabe caught our firstborn son in his arms. It was 2:27 p.m. on the most beautiful day in my life. Gabe laid him on my stomach. I kissed both my son's and my boyfriend's heads and helped Joshua David latch onto my nipple and start his first meal provided by me - HIS MOMMA!
Welcome Back!
Welcome to my (new) blog! The new format features Birth Stories that I find funny, sad or touching. Please check frequently, as I will try to post often. Enjoy!
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sorry!
Hi, guys. I am sorry, it has been a crazy few weeks! I am sorry about the lack of updates, and even more sorry that I do not even have a sotry for you now! Please check back in a few days, and I promise I will make it up to YOU: my faithful readers!
Friday, June 8, 2007
A Heartbreaking Experience...
I have placed this story on my blog so people can understand that not all birth stories are happy. Some just don't turn out right, like this one.
Baby Jazmine Stillborn at 40 Weeks
By Darlene
I had a really great pregnancy. Very little morning sickness, none of the usual discomforts you read about pregnancy. I was due November 19, 2005.
Like I said, everything was great. Even my doctor commented on how well everything was going. I gained just the right weight, and the baby was keeping up with her growth weeks.
I went past my due date, but no problem. They always allow you to go at least a week over in your first pregnancy.
On Monday evening, I was concerned that I didn't feel the baby moving. My sister and my husband said that it's usual for the baby to slow down so close to its due date. So I didn't worry. Tuesday morning during my shower, I felt a kick. Well hello, I said, there you are.
I went to my weekly appointment that afternoon. The doctor could not find the baby's heartbeat. Convinced it was just hiding, he sent me to the hospital for an ultrasound. It was confirmed. My baby had died sometime in the last two days.
There is nothing worse than giving birth to a baby, and there's absolutely no sound, no baby crying, or taking its first breath. I wish nobody had to go through the pain I experienced during this time.
Jazmine Lucille was 6 pounds, 21 inches long, on November 25, 2005. The autopsy revealed that she had outgrown my placenta. My placenta was not able to support her after a certain size. Otherwise she was absolutely perfect.
The doctor said if they had known of the problem earlier, she would be alive today. At least I have the comfort of knowing our next baby will have a fighting chance, as I will be monitored closely especially after the 30th week. Thank you for reading my story.
Baby Jazmine Stillborn at 40 Weeks
By Darlene
I had a really great pregnancy. Very little morning sickness, none of the usual discomforts you read about pregnancy. I was due November 19, 2005.
Like I said, everything was great. Even my doctor commented on how well everything was going. I gained just the right weight, and the baby was keeping up with her growth weeks.
I went past my due date, but no problem. They always allow you to go at least a week over in your first pregnancy.
On Monday evening, I was concerned that I didn't feel the baby moving. My sister and my husband said that it's usual for the baby to slow down so close to its due date. So I didn't worry. Tuesday morning during my shower, I felt a kick. Well hello, I said, there you are.
I went to my weekly appointment that afternoon. The doctor could not find the baby's heartbeat. Convinced it was just hiding, he sent me to the hospital for an ultrasound. It was confirmed. My baby had died sometime in the last two days.
There is nothing worse than giving birth to a baby, and there's absolutely no sound, no baby crying, or taking its first breath. I wish nobody had to go through the pain I experienced during this time.
Jazmine Lucille was 6 pounds, 21 inches long, on November 25, 2005. The autopsy revealed that she had outgrown my placenta. My placenta was not able to support her after a certain size. Otherwise she was absolutely perfect.
The doctor said if they had known of the problem earlier, she would be alive today. At least I have the comfort of knowing our next baby will have a fighting chance, as I will be monitored closely especially after the 30th week. Thank you for reading my story.
Love in the Autopsy Room!
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Things have been crazy! Please, please leave a comment if you have visited this blog, as this is the only way I know that I have readers, and should keep posting to Code Blue! Here is a great story!
Once got hooked up on a date because of an autopsy. I'm a Pathologists' Assistant and post mortem examination is part of my job. I was assisting with a case that was of major interest to the cardiac surgery team. As such, several team members were present in the morgue including the Physician Assistant. I was helping the Pathologist with the evisceration and noticed that the PA kept staring at me. Our morgue was very small and cluttered, so at one point he was asked to move out of the way of the surgeon and because he was staring at me he tripped over the suction pump and almost knocked it down, bringing attention from the other members of the team who looked back and forth at us, smiled and shook their heads. I actually thought he was pretty cute as well, but was trying to be professional. Several days later an EKG tech poked her head into the gross room and caught my attention. She told me he had been asking about me and sent her down to "find out my situation". After she left, the same Pathologist who had been part of the autopsy asked what was going on and I told him. Dr. Vanderbilt is himself quite a fun character, and realizing that I was somewhat interested in the PA decided to take matters into his own hands. He stormed into his office, paged the poor PA at the CVU and demanded that he "ask this girl out- for this weekend! Not next weekend" as "this business is interrupting our lab!"
Once got hooked up on a date because of an autopsy. I'm a Pathologists' Assistant and post mortem examination is part of my job. I was assisting with a case that was of major interest to the cardiac surgery team. As such, several team members were present in the morgue including the Physician Assistant. I was helping the Pathologist with the evisceration and noticed that the PA kept staring at me. Our morgue was very small and cluttered, so at one point he was asked to move out of the way of the surgeon and because he was staring at me he tripped over the suction pump and almost knocked it down, bringing attention from the other members of the team who looked back and forth at us, smiled and shook their heads. I actually thought he was pretty cute as well, but was trying to be professional. Several days later an EKG tech poked her head into the gross room and caught my attention. She told me he had been asking about me and sent her down to "find out my situation". After she left, the same Pathologist who had been part of the autopsy asked what was going on and I told him. Dr. Vanderbilt is himself quite a fun character, and realizing that I was somewhat interested in the PA decided to take matters into his own hands. He stormed into his office, paged the poor PA at the CVU and demanded that he "ask this girl out- for this weekend! Not next weekend" as "this business is interrupting our lab!"
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Mr. and Mrs. Potts
Here is a funny one!
70 year-old Mrs. Potts went to the doctor for her annual check up. He told her she needed more activity and recommended sex three times a week. She said to the doctor, "Please, tell my husband." The doctor went out to the waiting room and told Mr Potts that his wife needed to have sex three times a week. The eighty-year-old husband replied, "Which days?" "How about Monday, Wednesday, and Friday?" "I can bring her over here on Monday and Wednesday," the man said, "but on Fridays she'll have to take the bus."
70 year-old Mrs. Potts went to the doctor for her annual check up. He told her she needed more activity and recommended sex three times a week. She said to the doctor, "Please, tell my husband." The doctor went out to the waiting room and told Mr Potts that his wife needed to have sex three times a week. The eighty-year-old husband replied, "Which days?" "How about Monday, Wednesday, and Friday?" "I can bring her over here on Monday and Wednesday," the man said, "but on Fridays she'll have to take the bus."
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Thank God for the Buyer of My House!
I am sorry, this is too good of a story to pass up. The funniest part is...IT IS TRUE!
Thank God for the Buyer of My House
By Monica
My name is Monica and I live in Los Angeles, Calif. I had planned on giving birth to my second child at home with a midwife. My first child was born in the hospital and I did not like the experience at all.
During my second pregnancy, I decided to move to a bigger house and put my home on the market in my 7th month of pregnancy. The home was on the market for six weeks and sold to a wonderful buyer who happened to be a single doctor moving to LA from New York.
The move-out date was set for six weeks after my due date and I was so excited to have it sold. I went to my midwife's two weeks before my due date and found out that I was 2 centimeters dilated and 80 percent effaced. I was excited but figured I would be late with this baby like my first. (With my first I was three days overdue.)
It just so happened that later that day, the buyer of my house asked to come by and measure some rooms. We talked a little and he asked me how I was feeling. I told him I had been at my midwife's and that I was 2 centimeters dilated but thought I would be late with this baby like the first. He told me that I looked very ready and he did not think I would go another two weeks. When leaving, he asked if he could come back the next day to have one more look at the home before heading back to his home state. I had no problem with that and looked forward to seeing him the next day.
I woke up on Saturday morning and noticed a dull ache in my back and was having some strong Braxton-Hicks contractions. I did not really pay any attention to it and went about my business as usual.
My older child (Ben) had spent the night at my sister's and I decided to take a walk to the market and get coffee. I noticed the dull backache on my walk and noticed the Braxton-Hicks but they were not that bad and I did not think much of them.
I got home at around 10 a.m. and decided to relax in the yard. Brian (the buyer of my home) was due to arrive around 11 a.m. and it gave me some time to relax. I puttered in the yard and, silly me, kept thinking to myself that I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions because I was not due for another two weeks.
My buyer arrived a few minutes early and I was glad to see him. He started to ask me questions and we walked around a little, talking about the house. He noticed that every few minutes I would stop to catch my breath and rub my stomach. Here I am, the one who has had a baby, and he politely asked me if I was having contractions. I laughed and said that I was having a few Braxton-Hicks and my body was getting ready.
We continued to chat and, little did I know, Brian had started timing these so-called Braxton-Hicks contractions. After about 20 minutes, he started to laugh, and said, "Monica, I think you might be in labor, and you are having contractions about every four minutes." I was stunned and a little mad and told him that if I were in true labor I would know it. These were not hurting enough for me to be in labor. (My last pregnancy I had an epidural – which made me sick and numb, and I did not feel anything.) So for me, labor should have been super painful.
He was so sweet and said, "Let's just time these and see what happens." And sure enough, they were coming every four to five minutes. After another half hour of this happening, I did start to notice they were building a little and I needed to breathe though them. He suggested I call my midwife, and I told him I would in a few minutes. I think this was around 12 p.m., and I told him to come out by the pool. I had lemonade and cookies I had bought at the market. He laughed and said, "OK, but if these get worse you are calling your midwife."
We went out by the pool and, sure enough, the contractions continued. Within 20 to 30 minutes I was having a harder time with them. It was right about then, as Brian was insisting I call, that all hell broke loose. As I stood to go get the phone to call my midwife, my water broke. First of all, I was so embarrassed I thought I would die! Second of all, within 20 seconds of my water breaking, I had the absolute worst contraction that took me to my knees, and all I could do was moan and I could not move. This contraction lasted for at least 90 seconds, and Brian was so sweet and looked at me when it was through and said, "You need to call her now."
He went to get the phone for me, but before he could even get back from the kitchen, I was having another one. He dialed the number for me, and I told my midwife my water had broken and I was in labor. She asked me if I was having contractions, and I just said, "Yes, get here now." She lives about 20 minutes from me and said she was on her way.
Brian suggested I get into the house and lie down, and he started to help me in. We got about five feet and – wham – another one. I just sank to my knees and he helped support me and told me to breathe. When the contraction was over we started in again and made it as far as the door when another one hit. These contractions were coming less than two minutes apart and I was in pain!
We made it in and I got to the couch and just wanted to sit for a second. I noticed I was shaking all over and Brian did too. He was even starting to get nervous and asked me how far away the midwife lived. I told him and he said she had better hurry. I, of course, thought I had hours before giving birth (my first labor was nine hours).
The next contraction hit while I was on the couch, and I started this deep moan that I could not help. All of a sudden had this overwhelming urge to bear down and push. (Yes, it's true what they say about this urge.) As soon as I started to push (I could not help it) Brian said, "We better get you into the bedroom." After the contraction, he got me up and we started into the bedroom but only made it halfway when another one hit. This time I just started yelling, "Baby, I feel the baby." Brian (who thank God is an ER doctor) told me to pant, and I tried my hardest to do that.
As soon as it was over, he literally carried me to the bed, and as soon as I was there, I reached down to pull my pants off, and the head of my baby was crowning. Brian grabbed towels from the bathroom, and with the next contraction, the baby started to come. Three pushes later, and my beautiful little girl was born into the hands of my home buyer. Thank God for him!
The midwife arrived just as he placed her on my stomach and helped with the rest of the birth. That was certainly not the day either of us expected, and he will have a funny story to tell all of his friends about his home purchase.
Thank God for the Buyer of My House
By Monica
My name is Monica and I live in Los Angeles, Calif. I had planned on giving birth to my second child at home with a midwife. My first child was born in the hospital and I did not like the experience at all.
During my second pregnancy, I decided to move to a bigger house and put my home on the market in my 7th month of pregnancy. The home was on the market for six weeks and sold to a wonderful buyer who happened to be a single doctor moving to LA from New York.
The move-out date was set for six weeks after my due date and I was so excited to have it sold. I went to my midwife's two weeks before my due date and found out that I was 2 centimeters dilated and 80 percent effaced. I was excited but figured I would be late with this baby like my first. (With my first I was three days overdue.)
It just so happened that later that day, the buyer of my house asked to come by and measure some rooms. We talked a little and he asked me how I was feeling. I told him I had been at my midwife's and that I was 2 centimeters dilated but thought I would be late with this baby like the first. He told me that I looked very ready and he did not think I would go another two weeks. When leaving, he asked if he could come back the next day to have one more look at the home before heading back to his home state. I had no problem with that and looked forward to seeing him the next day.
I woke up on Saturday morning and noticed a dull ache in my back and was having some strong Braxton-Hicks contractions. I did not really pay any attention to it and went about my business as usual.
My older child (Ben) had spent the night at my sister's and I decided to take a walk to the market and get coffee. I noticed the dull backache on my walk and noticed the Braxton-Hicks but they were not that bad and I did not think much of them.
I got home at around 10 a.m. and decided to relax in the yard. Brian (the buyer of my home) was due to arrive around 11 a.m. and it gave me some time to relax. I puttered in the yard and, silly me, kept thinking to myself that I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions because I was not due for another two weeks.
My buyer arrived a few minutes early and I was glad to see him. He started to ask me questions and we walked around a little, talking about the house. He noticed that every few minutes I would stop to catch my breath and rub my stomach. Here I am, the one who has had a baby, and he politely asked me if I was having contractions. I laughed and said that I was having a few Braxton-Hicks and my body was getting ready.
We continued to chat and, little did I know, Brian had started timing these so-called Braxton-Hicks contractions. After about 20 minutes, he started to laugh, and said, "Monica, I think you might be in labor, and you are having contractions about every four minutes." I was stunned and a little mad and told him that if I were in true labor I would know it. These were not hurting enough for me to be in labor. (My last pregnancy I had an epidural – which made me sick and numb, and I did not feel anything.) So for me, labor should have been super painful.
He was so sweet and said, "Let's just time these and see what happens." And sure enough, they were coming every four to five minutes. After another half hour of this happening, I did start to notice they were building a little and I needed to breathe though them. He suggested I call my midwife, and I told him I would in a few minutes. I think this was around 12 p.m., and I told him to come out by the pool. I had lemonade and cookies I had bought at the market. He laughed and said, "OK, but if these get worse you are calling your midwife."
We went out by the pool and, sure enough, the contractions continued. Within 20 to 30 minutes I was having a harder time with them. It was right about then, as Brian was insisting I call, that all hell broke loose. As I stood to go get the phone to call my midwife, my water broke. First of all, I was so embarrassed I thought I would die! Second of all, within 20 seconds of my water breaking, I had the absolute worst contraction that took me to my knees, and all I could do was moan and I could not move. This contraction lasted for at least 90 seconds, and Brian was so sweet and looked at me when it was through and said, "You need to call her now."
He went to get the phone for me, but before he could even get back from the kitchen, I was having another one. He dialed the number for me, and I told my midwife my water had broken and I was in labor. She asked me if I was having contractions, and I just said, "Yes, get here now." She lives about 20 minutes from me and said she was on her way.
Brian suggested I get into the house and lie down, and he started to help me in. We got about five feet and – wham – another one. I just sank to my knees and he helped support me and told me to breathe. When the contraction was over we started in again and made it as far as the door when another one hit. These contractions were coming less than two minutes apart and I was in pain!
We made it in and I got to the couch and just wanted to sit for a second. I noticed I was shaking all over and Brian did too. He was even starting to get nervous and asked me how far away the midwife lived. I told him and he said she had better hurry. I, of course, thought I had hours before giving birth (my first labor was nine hours).
The next contraction hit while I was on the couch, and I started this deep moan that I could not help. All of a sudden had this overwhelming urge to bear down and push. (Yes, it's true what they say about this urge.) As soon as I started to push (I could not help it) Brian said, "We better get you into the bedroom." After the contraction, he got me up and we started into the bedroom but only made it halfway when another one hit. This time I just started yelling, "Baby, I feel the baby." Brian (who thank God is an ER doctor) told me to pant, and I tried my hardest to do that.
As soon as it was over, he literally carried me to the bed, and as soon as I was there, I reached down to pull my pants off, and the head of my baby was crowning. Brian grabbed towels from the bathroom, and with the next contraction, the baby started to come. Three pushes later, and my beautiful little girl was born into the hands of my home buyer. Thank God for him!
The midwife arrived just as he placed her on my stomach and helped with the rest of the birth. That was certainly not the day either of us expected, and he will have a funny story to tell all of his friends about his home purchase.
A story from me...
This is one of the stories that I wrote, about one of my experiences. All names and dates have been changed to protect privacy. I have submitted this story to Chicken Soup for the Soul, and over 8 magazines. Enjoy!
July 18, 2006 is a date that will always be special to me. Sure, it was my dog’s first birthday. But it was also the day that Jennifer entered the world. And, I was there for the delivery. I didn’t know her mom, Kim. The reason that I was present was because of the kind and generous heart of an OB nurse that wanted me to be there to witness my first live birth.
Earlier in the year I had been to a conference for girls who were interested in careers in math and science. I attended, and spoke to a lady from the local hospital. To make a long story short, we made some connections with her and were eventually were given the name of a Labor & Delivery nurse named Nancy.
I have wanted to be a doctor since I was 2, and an OB/GYN since I was 9. Clearly, healthcare has always been something very close to my heart. Each June, I attend a camp for people interested in working in the medical field. We dissect a pig, and listen to lectures from doctors and nurses. But by July, I ache to go back for more. Medicine is not something I like; it’s something I love. So when Nurse Nancy offered to have me shadow her for a few hours, I was all for it. Little did I know, this day would not just be an ordinary day; it would be the beginning of a new life.
My mom and I arrived at the hospital at around 3:00pm. We went up to Labor & Delivery, where we met Nancy. She surprised me by telling me that today, I would be watching a new human being enter the world. I was ectastic. After all, this is what I had hoped and dreamed of since I was nine. I went into the mom-to-be’s room, just after they had given her an epidural. I met her, and was so excited that finally, I was standing in Labor & Delivery, exactly where I wanted to be. Time passed quickly, and at 4:51pm, Jennifer was born, with me standing right in front of the bed. I was in awe. This was unlike anything I had seen before. Nurse Nancy took Jennifer over to the warmer, where she cleaned her up and checked to make sure she was healthy. She listened to her heartbeat with a stethoscope, and then let me listen. She put her footprints on my arm.
Today, exactly six months have passed since I witnessed this extraordinary event. I’m sure that as I grow older and achieve my dreams, human birth will continue to astonish me everytime it happens. I know that none of this would have happened, if it hadn’t been for the truly, kind and gentle heart of a nurse.
July 18, 2006 is a date that will always be special to me. Sure, it was my dog’s first birthday. But it was also the day that Jennifer entered the world. And, I was there for the delivery. I didn’t know her mom, Kim. The reason that I was present was because of the kind and generous heart of an OB nurse that wanted me to be there to witness my first live birth.
Earlier in the year I had been to a conference for girls who were interested in careers in math and science. I attended, and spoke to a lady from the local hospital. To make a long story short, we made some connections with her and were eventually were given the name of a Labor & Delivery nurse named Nancy.
I have wanted to be a doctor since I was 2, and an OB/GYN since I was 9. Clearly, healthcare has always been something very close to my heart. Each June, I attend a camp for people interested in working in the medical field. We dissect a pig, and listen to lectures from doctors and nurses. But by July, I ache to go back for more. Medicine is not something I like; it’s something I love. So when Nurse Nancy offered to have me shadow her for a few hours, I was all for it. Little did I know, this day would not just be an ordinary day; it would be the beginning of a new life.
My mom and I arrived at the hospital at around 3:00pm. We went up to Labor & Delivery, where we met Nancy. She surprised me by telling me that today, I would be watching a new human being enter the world. I was ectastic. After all, this is what I had hoped and dreamed of since I was nine. I went into the mom-to-be’s room, just after they had given her an epidural. I met her, and was so excited that finally, I was standing in Labor & Delivery, exactly where I wanted to be. Time passed quickly, and at 4:51pm, Jennifer was born, with me standing right in front of the bed. I was in awe. This was unlike anything I had seen before. Nurse Nancy took Jennifer over to the warmer, where she cleaned her up and checked to make sure she was healthy. She listened to her heartbeat with a stethoscope, and then let me listen. She put her footprints on my arm.
Today, exactly six months have passed since I witnessed this extraordinary event. I’m sure that as I grow older and achieve my dreams, human birth will continue to astonish me everytime it happens. I know that none of this would have happened, if it hadn’t been for the truly, kind and gentle heart of a nurse.
Friday, May 25, 2007
The ER Doctor
Well, I know that this blog has no visitors yet, but I wanted to start off with a funny story. Not all stories will be funny. Some will be sad, heart warming or serious. So, without further ado, give it up for...The ER Doctor!
Mr. Jones rushed into the local emergency room shouting, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" The ER physician grabbed his bag, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly he noticed that there were several cabs, and he'd gotten in the wrong one.
Enjoy!
Mr. Jones rushed into the local emergency room shouting, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" The ER physician grabbed his bag, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly he noticed that there were several cabs, and he'd gotten in the wrong one.
Enjoy!
Welcome!
Hello, and welcome to Code Blue: A Collection of Medical Stories. While this title seems as though it will be all about other doctors medical experiences, it will not. It also features some stories written by me, articles online or stories from other blogs. Please leave a comment if you have visited, so I know people are interested in this blog. I will be updating at least once a week, so please check back every so often. Thanks for visiting!
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