We found out we were expecting our 4th
kid on Mike's birthday. Another complete surprise. Kind of threw a
hiccup into our debt freedom plan, but fortunately we hadn't received
any taxes or bonuses yet. We were finally heading into a pregnancy
with a plan! We planned on saving enough for the the prenatal care
AND for maternity leave.
Mike is now working at Swire Coca Cola
which was nicer hours, nicer pay and nicer insurance. I am still at
Beehive Grill and slightly scared to tell my boss. But I did and she
wasn't too mad :) Like all my other pregnancies, I worked through it
and didn't slow down.
I wanted a different pregnancy and
delivery. Instead of calling my usual OBGYN, I looked into a midwife
and a birthing center. With a recommendation from my friend Nicole
Stepan, I called Birthwise Maternity Care in Layton and met with
Heather and Janell. I instantly felt at ease and knew this was where
I wanted to delivery my baby. I knew I wanted a natural birth and
decided to have a doula this time to help encourage me and keep me
focused. Nicole filled that role for me :)
Pregnancy problems this time: charlie
horses. A lot of them. And in not just in my calves. I'd also get
them in my thighs when I was walking. It sucked a lot. I also had
heartburn (like usual). And morning sickness. I threw up a few times
and would get nauseous a lot. Mostly in the morning.
I met with Janell mostly because
Heather was in school. Janell helped me realize what foods to eat and
had me write down a food journal for a few months. This helped keep
me accountable with what I was eating and since I had just lost a lot
of weight, it helped me keep my weight gain under control. This
pregnancy I only gained 35-40 lbs. Nice!
Janell also went over every test they
offered. She explained everything they did. I had hour long
appointments. Unfortunately they were in Layton. I had to take the
kids with me for an hour long ride down, an hour long appointment and
then an hour long ride back. I did the appointments early enough that
Grace was in school so I only had the little kids and they were
usually pretty good.
We did our 20 week ultrasound at Cache
Valley Specialty Hospital in North Logan. Saw the baby's hands, and
feet, and heart. But we didn't see the face. Baby was hiding. We also
found out that were we going to be the proud parents of a boy! Mike
was pretty stoic about it but later that week told me to make sure I
was feeding his son manly things. Things like hammers. Silly. Grace
was extremely excited. She kept saying she was going to move out if
the baby was a girl. Being a boy meant we didn't have to worry about
finding her a place to live.
I carried this baby differently. I was
all belly. And people kept talking about it too. I actually had an
old employee run into me and comment that I had lost weight. And then
noticed I was pregnant. Crazy! In the last month, I had a lot of
people commenting that I hadn't popped yet. Everyone was sure I was
going to go early. I figured I would be 3 days late. Grace was on
time, Mercy a day late and Bethany two days late, so in my mind, baby
would keep the trend going.
I worked up until a week before I was
due. I was tired, but I didn't complain. I didn't really have time. I
had a 50 hr a week job and 3 kids at home.
We got closer to my due date (September
22nd) and I was done working. I had some mild contractions
but not much. I had a feeling I was going to go early (around the
20th) but that day came and went with no baby. We even
went and walked at the zoo and nothing happened. We went to church
the next day and still no baby. Grace started religious education and
had class on Sunday and Monday and since I was due on the Monday, I
assumed she'd miss class. She made it to class.
Tuesday I had an appointment with
Janell and Mike decided to start his vacation. He didn't want me to
drive to Layton alone (well with the kids) and end up going into
labor on the highway. So we went down and had a quick visit. Janell
was with another client and we did a quick visit with Melanie. I
really wanted to have Janell check my cervix but we didn't want to
wait too long. The kids were running amok. Finally Janell came out
and I asked for a quick check. I was 4 cm! I was stoked. That was
further than I had been with any of the girls at that point. And I
had barely had any contractions! She asked me if I wanted my
membranes stripped and I said no. We left and stopped at Red Robin
for lunch before heading back up to get Grace from school. She was
disappointed that there wasn't a baby yet.
That night my contractions started up
more and stayed pretty steady. I had Mike call Jamie and take the
girls over around 7:00 or so. They were excited for a sleepover. I
texted Janell and told her my contractions were about 10 min apart
and steady. Told her they weren't too bad so we were going to wait
them out and keep her updated. Then they slowed down. A lot. We went
to bed and I hoped that I would wake up with some contractions in the
middle of the night. I woke up at 8:00 am with no contractions, my
water still intact and no baby.
Wednesday we took the girls to the
River Walk and tried to get things moving. A few contractions here
and there but nothing. Wednesday came and went with no baby.
Thursday I woke up at 3:00 am with
major anxiety. I knew that the stroller was in the car and not our
bags and I was scared that my water was going to break and we
wouldn't make it in time. I couldn't go back to sleep so I stayed up
and surfed the internet. After the girls got up and Grace went to
school, Mike and I tried some other things to get baby along :) We
were going to go for a walk but Bethany didn't want to get in the
stroller so we just let them ride bikes up and down the street for a
bit. My contractions were starting back up and staying steady. I had
some bloody show and was feeling good. Around 12:30 I told Mike that
I think the girls should go back to Jamie's. We stopped by Grace's
school and told her that Jamie would pick her up. Then took the
little ones to Jamie's. I called Nicole and told her I was headed
down. I figured in a worse case scenario, they could at least tell
me if I was any more dilated. I had a contraction every 5 minutes on
the way to Layton. Nicole met us down there and Janell checked me. I
was at 5 cm. I was pretty upset about it. I was sure I was further
along. So Mike, Nicole and I walked around a few blocks of Layton and
tried to let gravity take it's course. Contractions were steady but
not crazy. Then we went back to the birthing center and watched a
movie on the iPad. Janell left to make dinner and told me to keep her
updated. Nicole and I walked for another hour.
I got to eat during labor, which was
new. I had beef jerky and graham crackers. And a lot of water. My
hands did swell up during our walks, but this was the only swelling I
had during the entire pregnancy.
At this point (around 8:00 pm) I told
Mike he could probably head home to let out the dog and take the
girls their lovies. None of them had stuffed animals or blankets. I
thought the baby would be there by then and we'd be going home. He
left and make it back by around 11:00 pm. I was having slightly
stronger contractions, but not much. Let Janell know they were
lasting longer and wanted her to come back and check me. She showed
up and said I was at a 6 cm. Ugh.
I wanted to take a shower to keep
things movings. Janell suggested I rest. I relented and laid down on
the bed by Mike. My next contraction was intense. I moaned a little.
Then the next one was intense again. And the next. Mike started
rubbing my back. Finally I had to sit up because laying down sucked.
I would lean up against Mike's chest (he was sitting on the bed) and
Nicole would push against my lower back. That was awesome. Mike will
claim that I bit him on the head at this point. I will counter argue
that I was trying to kiss his head, it was just during a contraction
and it was a rough kiss.
After about an hour of this, Nicole
suggested the tub and I jumped on that. Janell got the water going
and I stripped to my underwear and my sports bra. The water helped
ease the contractions and was very relaxing. Whenever a contraction
would hit, I would lean up against Mike's knees (he had them in the
water) and Nicole would lean in and press my lower back. That was
honestly what helped me get through it all. I would also breathe in a
color (like blue) and then with each exhale, in my mind, a flower
would open up. By the end of the contraction, the flower was fully in
bloom. Each successive contraction I would change color of the flower
and went in rainbow order. It helped (kinda) keep my mind off the
pain of the contraction.
The water was hot. It felt good. I
would sip cold water between contractions. Janell never left and
after a bit of me being in the water, she came over and was coaching
too. She helped by saying to “breathe it down”. At first I just
endured the contractions. Then I started “pushing” or flexing my
muscles in my abs. I didn't think I was ready to push the baby out
but I definitely think that helped to get me to transition and move
the baby down to the birth canal.
Thursday came and went. It was probably
about 1:00 or slightly thereafter when I suddenly said I felt like I
needed to poop. I know that's gross (especially since I was in the
water) but that's exactly what it felt like. I felt a contraction
start but I waited and pulled my underwear off first. Now I was on my
hands and knees, leaning against the back seat of the tub. The tub
looked similar to this:
This wasn't the exact tub, but the seat
part in the back and the shape of the rest of the tub is very
similar. I would lean against the seat and Nicole or Janell would do
presses on my lower back. The urge to poop was strong so I just went
with it. I was actually pushing my baby down and getting him to
crown. I swore. Nicole says just once, but I know there was an
“f-bomb” in there. Janell told me after the fact, that when I hit
transition, I swear. That way I will know for next time (I know, I
know, Mike. No next time). Also, right before I started pushing his
head out, my water broke. It felt like a pop and then fluid came out.
No mechonium.
I felt his head crowning and in my head
he was further out that he was. Janell kept telling me to release and
let him go back inside and I didn't want to. I wanted to push him all
the way out. But by releasing and letting him go back, I was
stretching and making it so I wouldn't tear. But in the moment, all I
wanted was my baby out. I did this for about 4 contractions before
his head finally came all the way out. That relief was amazing. The
cord was around his neck once and Janell slipped it off while I
rested. They told me after I pushed him all the way out, they would
push him under the water and through my legs so I could pull him
right to my chest. I said ok but at that point I just wanted him out.
The next contraction started and instead of waiting for it to peak
and then push, I just started pushing, which just really tired me
out. And I did bite Mike this time. On his arm. Oops! Two pushes later, Franklin was out and Janell directed him under
my legs. I felt all the waters rush out with him and then I was
grabbing him and pulling him to my chest. Franklin Dale was born at
1:49 am on Friday, September 26th. I was so relieved to
have him out that we didn't even check to make sure he was in fact a
“he". It took a bit before we checked. Yup, all boy.
It was intense. It was amazing. I
remember telling Mike, Nicole and Jesus that I loved them. Not sure
when that happened. Mike had a moment where he saw how tired I was
and didn't think I could go much longer. Thankfully, that was right
at transition and baby was close to arriving.
My placenta delivered easily. And
floated along side of me in a bowl. We left him attached so he could
get all the blood out of the cord and placenta. I think we stayed in
the tub for at least an hour. They checked all his vitals while he
was snuggled on my chest. He started nursing right away and had a
pretty good latch.
Finally I wanted out of the tub so Mike
held him while Janell and Fara dried me off and got me settled on the
bed. I was a little woosy, but that was mostly because of getting out
of the hot tub. After probably 30-45 more minutes we finally cut the
cord (Mike got the honors), checked baby for reflexes and measured
and weighed him. He was 9 lbs 4 oz! Our biggest baby yet and I did it
all naturally. He was also 21” long, which I figured because of
where his feet always kicked me.
Things I loved about my birth:
All natural
Supportive and no pressure to do
something I didn't want to do
Immediate bonding
We got to leave! We left the birthing
center at 5:00 am and drove home. We were more than welcome to stay
and rest, but Mike didn't want to sleep for an hour and then try to
drive.
This was my best birthing experience. I
wouldn't change the way I did my girls, because I feel like it shaped
each subsequent birth. But having a natural birth, and being informed
about it, was amazing. I wish more women knew their options before
birth. I did run into my former OBGYN at my work and he knew I was
having a different birth. For a while we considered a home birth but
changed our mind because I didn't want Janell stuck up here for a
long time if I was going to have a long labor. She didn't feel
comfortable using LRH as a backup incase something happened, so it
worked out well to just use the birthing center. But I did make sure
to tell everyone I was having a natural birth. Most people thought I
was crazy, but a lot of people thought I was a rockstar. I think I'm
a rockstar too!
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This one is my favorite. He looks so small but he was so big. But so small. |
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I needed glasses to see him :) |
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Daddy cutting the cord |
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Weighing him. I love this scale! Mike likened it to fishing :) |
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Baby feet |
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Sleeping before the ride home |
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Big Sister Grace |
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Big Sister Mercy |
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Big Sister Bethy |
This is Grace's version of the birthing story. She is learning typing at school so she thinks work processors are cool.
HOW MY MOM HAD FRANKY WHEN HE
WAS BORN.Franky was born on september 26.I was so exsideid when I
fownd owt .When I got to see my brother.Now Franky cry's a lot and
ete's a lot.
Now when I do my homework my mom
feeds Franky.Franky is so cute but Franky has acne.Frankys baptism is
on november sencend.It is my first brother.Writen by Grace Dicus.