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The blessed arrival of baby #4!

17 Oct

My due date of May 18, 2014 was quickly approaching. I definitely felt ready to have this baby. A little nervous in the weeks preceding the birth because Dave was out of town here and there, but not close enough to my due date that it would have been a concern. A note: ALL of my babies were born before the designated due date. This must be remembered later on 🙂

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Monday, May 12, Dave needed to go over to Vancouver Island to do some site visits the next day. He planned to stay overnight on Monday, then drive up Island to get the site visits done in order to catch a ferry back later on Tuesday. Monday night I woke up and then couldn’t get back to sleep other than drifting off here and there. I felt like something was going to happen, so I started thinking about it and couldn’t sleep. I didn’t have anyone lined up to help me out should something happen. My mom was planning to come over on Tuesday, but not until the afternoon. I fretted about it and then paged the midwife who told me she would check in with me later in the morning.

I called up a friend who had previously volunteered to help me out if it came to that. She spent the morning with (all I wanted to do was SLEEP, but really ended up just resting). No regular contractions, but pretty good ones when they came.

My mom ended up coming straight from the ferry to our house. As soon as she arrived, the midwife came and checked me. No dilation yet, but pretty much ready to go. She told me to check in with her if I needed. It was around 1:30 pm.

My mom made me walk around the back yard, which was nice, but had to stop fairly often for contractions. It was one of our first really nice days of the year so I was getting pretty hot outside and wanted to come inside and lay under the ceiling fan in my room. I hung out there for a bit; the contractions were pretty strong and told my mom we should probably leave for teh hospital. The funny thing is that it had only been over an hour since the midwife had left and I thought things were moving pretty fast. Just before 3 we left for the hospital. I called (or maybe texted) Dave on the way there to let him know we were headed to the hospital. He was just getting on the ferry to come back to Vancouver. Great timing. Mom dropped me off so she could go park (I honestly think there should be emergency birthing parking so you’re not stuck attempting to make your way in the hospital on your own while in labour. Just a thought) and I didn’t get too far in the hospital. The very kind older Information hospital ladies ended up putting me in a wheelchair and taking me up to the maternity ward. Thank goodness, because I couldn’t even remember where to go!

I’m grateful my midwife was already at the hospital so I didn’t have to wait for her to get there. She, unfortunately was in the midst of getting ready to deliver another baby and so called the other midwife to come and help me out. It’s a good thing she did call someone, because she wouldn’t have made it for my birth! They chekced me and I was already 5 cm dilated. About an hour mroe of contractions, then I felt like I had to push and out came Rowan! Always so happy to be done! I FaceTimed Dave right after he was born. He told me later that when he got that call he knew he had missed the birth. I was really happy to have my mom help me out. If I could have chosen any substitute, it would have been her! So Rowan ended up being born at 4:30 after 3 hours of labour. Pretty quick and so grateful for that! He was 7 pounds, 11 ounces.

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Dave finally got home and brought the kids to see me at the hospital. All went well and we are so happy to have Rowan!

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Gavin’s home birth

27 Jul

Ended up being the day before Gavin was born (note Dave fixing up the tub in the background)

Gosh, it’s been a while. I guess the past couple of months have been a little busy! Gavin is now 2 weeks old. Time has gone by pretty quickly so far! I did promise I’d share my birth story on here since we had a home birth.

I hadn’t originally planned to have a home birth (we do use a midwife, though). At the beginning of my pregnancy they discussed the option of doing it at home. I have always liked the idea of doing it at home, but I couldn’t quite come to a solid decision about it. My experiences with Maya and Rylan in the hospital were fine so I didn’t see any reason to do otherwise.

Coming closer to my due date this time, though, I was really becoming panicky about labour and really not wanting to have to go through it. So much so that I’d wake up at night and not be able to get back to sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I don’t know if anyone else is like that with subsequent pregnancies, but it really was bothering me. I couldn’t get my head around it. I tried to tell myself all kinds of positive things, but nothing really stuck.

I decided at my next midwife appointment following these long nights to tell her how I was feeling. We discussed a few things and she suggested I read Ina May’s Guide to Natural Childbirth. I think I’d read it before, but I borrowed it and flipped through it a bit. She also suggested considering a home birth this time around since I’ve had no problems in delivery with either of my other two, and I would be a great candidate to have one. I decided to think about it and talk it over with Dave.

The following week, I was still thinking about labour and waking up in the middle of the night, so I started really thinking about doing a home birth. I liked the idea of not having to drive to the hospital in labour, or having to time it so that I got there in time. I liked being in the comfort of my own home already and being able to have a shower using my own stuff and just generally being in my own space. I’ve never used an epidural or any narcotics (which is the one thing the midwives wouldn’t be able to do at home) so it seemed to make more sense to do it at home. I did have to consider that our bathtub (and nice soaker tub) was on the fritz and unreliable in consistently getting water into the tub. I made Dave promise to take care of that! I wanted to know what they would do should an emergency arise, and, of course, the clean up afterwards.

I discussed all this with my midwife and after that appointment, didn’t have a problem thinking about labour. Of course, I still wasn’t looking forward to it, but at least the panicky feeling disappeared.

So, coming to Tuesday, July 12, we decided that the tub situation needed to be remedied. We managed to get in a plumber (thanks Dave, for pulling some strings!) who worked on the tub for a few hours. Our tub and shower is all one piece with an access panel in between to get at the pipes and such. Needless to say, we wouldn’t be able to have a shower, but, hey, the tub problem got fixed and we could get water on demand without it stopping after like 5 seconds of coming out of the tap!

Inevitably, I would begin having contractions early the following morning on July 13! Yay for getting the tub fixed just in the nick of time. (On a side note – we don’t often use the tub, so it hadn’t made much difference to us anyway and it had been acting up for at least a year or more!)

I had woken up around 4 am on the 13th with a contraction. They kept coming about 15 mins apart or so. Far enough apart to be annoying and not let me get back to sleep. Not really intense, but for sure real contractions. That went on throughout the morning, getting a bit closer together, but slowly. Dave’s mom had been staying with us, so in the morning when I was certain the contractions weren’t going away, I let her know that I was probably in labour and to please take the kids over to Dave’s sister’s house. That was the only other tricky things about deciding to do it at home. Not knowing how long it was going to take or what exactly was going to happen with regards to the kids. Once they left, the house sure was quiet! I was really really tired, but of course really couldn’t sleep.

I paged the midwife, just to give her a heads up and she suggested I take some Gravol and try to get a bit of sleep. Dave promised he would go and get me some after he did a bit more work (of course…needless to say I didn’t get my Gravol or my sleep!) I popped in a movie and laid down on the couch. I think I drifted off a few times.

Time went on and contractions started to get closer together. I just tried to walk around (well, pace really) and relax as much as possible. I tried to eat too, not knowing how fast or slow things would be. It finally started getting to the point where Dave finished up his work for the day, and we watched a movie together with me draped over my exercise ball and he would rub my back during a contraction because my back was getting sore.

We paged the midwife again just so she would have time to come and set things up to get ready for the birth. Labour was going really well, but I was annoyed that early labour was happening so slowly! I think I expected things to move a bit quicker right from the get go because with Rylan my labour lasted about 6 hours, right from the very first contraction. I think it was about 2 or 2:30 pm at this point because my midwife said she was just finishing up at the hospital and then she’d be on her way. I remember thinking well, that’s only about 3 contractions since they were about 5 minutes apart by then. I think she took at least 45 mins because it sure was longer than 3 contractions.

As soon as she arrived she listened to the baby’s heartbeat and checked my blood pressure and everything was sounding fine. She said we’d have to head upstairs to internally check to see how far along I was. Every time I tried to get up on the bed, I’d have a contraction, which wasn’t very conducive to being checked. The pronouncement was that I was 5 centimeters, but could stretch to about 7, so things were coming along swimmingly. After she checked me, my water ended up breaking, which was a new experience for me because I’ve never had it break prior to pushing. Needless to say, after this, the contractions started getting really intense and I asked Dave to fill up the tub in case I felt like getting in. I find once I’m in a certain position during labour I don’t really like to move, but I thought I’d try the tub eventually, not knowing how I would labour in there. It actually felt pretty nice, didn’t make the contractions any less painful, but it felt comfortable in there. I just ended up sitting on my knees and grasping the handles that are in the tub. (I swear, our tub must have been made for labour!) I wasn’t in the tub too long when I started feeling the pressure. Not yet to push, but pretty darn close. Very shortly after that it changed to having to push and the midwife was finishing up the preparations and so then she came into the bathroom. There was supposed to be a second midwife there, but she didn’t arrive in time! The midwife switched me to laying with my back against the back corner of the tub, and that was nice, being able to rest my head, but having something to push against too. Pushing wasn’t too long, his head was there and didn’t take long at all. The shoulders got stuck, so they hauled me out of the tub very quickly and put me on my hands and knees on the floor. Once I had moved around or just the position of being on my hands and knees, helped the shoulders dislodge, so no damage done (can’t say it felt comfortable AT ALL, though). As I found out later, that would have been cause for an emergency, so all’s well that ends well and thank you very much for not telling me that at the time. In all the kerfuffle of the delivery, I didn’t know what we were having, a boy or a girl. I thought I had seen he was a boy, but I double checked when they handed him to me and sure enough, a boy! I must say I was a bit more prepared for a girl, but we were happy with little Gavin nonetheless!

He was pretty blue and hadn’t breathed yet, so he needed a few puffs with a little mask thing (not oxygen, thankfully, just a little help). He started crying and everyone was relieved!! I got to hold him and then the other midwife showed up! I delivered the placenta (easy-peasy!!) and then got to relax on the bed. The midwives did their paperwork and cleaned up (not messy at all by the way). We joked around while finishing up and got to enjoy holding Gavin in my bed. They stuck around for about 2 and a half more hours just to make sure things were under control, then we were on our own.

Shortly after being born

Dave’s mom had brought the kids back for their bedtime at 7:00, so it was great timing since Gavin was born at 4:32 pm. I remember thinking when it got close to delivering him, that it was great timing since it would all be over and done with before the kids had to come home! Maya’s first words were, “Yay, mommy had the baby, now she can go running with us!” Pretty cute. Then we all just settled in for the night.

I was very pleased with how everything went and I really enjoyed having a home birth. Kind of neat too to do something different.

July 13, 2011

4:32 pm

7 lbs 15 oz

21 inches long