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The Birthstory

by Juliemara
05.1.12

Ive had the story written down and edited for a few weeks, but I wasn’t sure when was the right time to post it. Today is as good as any…

While the trials and tribulations of having a new baby (or two) in your home are pretty much the same for everyone, how each person gets there is completely individual and unique.

Here is my girls birth story…

Thursday October 6th my husband and I went to enjoy a dinner out, knowing it may be our last for a while. We went to Salt, a trendy restaurant in Old Roswell. We sat outside, watched people walked by, ate yummy food and enjoyed the perfect weather. It was excellent.

After dinner as we started to drive home I mentioned that the babies weren’t moving as much that day as they usually did, especially after a meal. To be on the safe side I called the Dr. She told us to go straight to the hospital to get checked. We arrived at the hospital and as soon as I signed my name on the admission form the babies started doing acrobatics. But we were there so I got all hooked up to the machines and did the NST (non stress test) for several hours before being discharged, everything was fine.

The following Tuesday I had my weekly appointment with my OB, at the appointment I told her that the babies still move but not a much as they did in previous weeks, she told me that it was time, decreased movement with twins is not something they take chances with, especially past 34 weeks, I was 36 weeks and three days.

I walked over to the hospital and checked in. My mom who was with me called my husband to let him know it was time. He went home to get our things and met me at the hospital.

Since both babies were head down I planned to push these babies out the old fashioned way. I knew I would be getting an epidural because it’s the responsible thing to do with twins because the chances of needing an emergency C are increased. It was after 6pm when all the paper work was complete and the nurse set my IV and monitors for the babies. Now, here is when I get to tell you about how miserable I was. I had carpal tunnel syndrome through the last half of my pregnancy which meant that my hands hurt, badly, all the time. The nurse who placed the IV did it in my hand, since I am not in the medical profession, I did not know that this was a stupid thing she did, she could have placed it in my arm like normal nurses do, but I guess this nurse didn’t bother to think about her patients comfort. Other nurses offered to reset it for me but I hate needles, a lot, I could not deal with the thought of one more needle, so I left it were it was, and suffered…

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At 6pm the nurse gave me the medicine to help dilate me, which can also help to start labor. I had to wait two hours before I could eat or drink anything, around midnight a friend brought us dinner, we ate and I went to sleep.

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At 4am I woke up in pain from cramps, my contractions were frequent but mild. Apparently even mild contractions are very uncomfortable. All I remember was that I tried all the different labor techniques we learned in our classes to ease the pain. I think these techniques are more of a distraction than a way to actually relive the pain. At 8am the new nurse convinced me it was time for my epidural, another needle. I hate needles, a lot, but compared to the cramps, the needle didn’t even hurt. There was pressure while they were putting it in and it was scary because you can’t move, but I don’t remember feeling any pain from it. Shortly after I got my epidural my contractions stopped, so they gave me pitossin to get them going again, but this made my contractions come too frequently, so they lowered the dosage, then raised it again until the contractions were spaced appropriately for my level of dilation, which was probably a 4 by now, sometime in the early afternoon.

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During these many hours I laid in my hospital bed and ate as many ice chips as they would let me, I was so hungry and thirsty! Eventually I began to feel so much pressure that is was excruciatingly painful and I felt like I need to start pushing, but I was only 6 centimeters dilated, no pushing yet. I was in constant pain. They decided to try to reset my epidural, another needle, at this point I would have tried anything, it was uncomfortable to say the least. They re-did my epidural and it helped, but epidurals block pain, not pressure, so I still felt the pain from the pressure of the girls getting lower and lower. Around 6:15pm the nurse checked me again and let me know that I was now dilated only 5cm, I had gone backwards. I had heard of this happening, but only in rare instances and I never imagined that it would happen to me. No one told me why that happen but I would say it was from all the pressure of two little heads trying to exit at the same time that I became swollen. When the nurse told me this news I knew I was having a c-section.

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My doctor came in and told me she thought it was the best next step, I agreed, unhappily. I was angry, it was not what I had prepared mentally for, it was not the way I wanted my babies to be born. They prepped me and I was on my way to the operating room in 15 minutes, I was terrified. I hated the operating room, I knew they were cutting me open, I couldn’t see it but I’d watched enough videos to know what it looked like, I was trying to focus on the fact that I was going to meet my babies soon, but I couldn’t focus on anything, except my husband, who although he looked really cute in his scrubs was not very good at staying focused on me. He was too interested in what was going on on the other side of the curtain.

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Eventually I heard the doctors voice say here is a baby, it was 7:40 pm someone held her up in a seated position for me to see, she was blue, covered in white with blood all over, her name is Talia.

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Then they took her away, and in one minute they lifted another baby over the curtain, it was Jordan, it was 7:41 pm,

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she grabbed the curtain and got it all bloody, which was gross but at the same time I’m glad she did that because since they took her away so fast and me being all drugged up it was hard for the to believe that they were really here, but I looked at the blood and remembered her reaching for the curtain and knew that they were really here. They brought them to me one by one for me to kiss their little cheeks, they were so tiny.

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In the recovery room I watched as they gave them thier first baths, they let me hold someone, I think it was Talia and try to breastfeed. Then they took us all to our family room where all the granparents and my sister were waiting to meet the babies.

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That night was a complete blur. I have photos that I remember it by, but all I really remember was the leg massagers they put on my legs to keep me from getting blood clots. We let them keep the babies in the nursery that night and the nurses brought them back during the day. I was in a lot of pain, it was hard to move much. It took me about a month to be able to move around comfortably like I could before I was pregnant. And even now six months later I still have soreness in my hands at times, aches in my legs and numbness in my knees. I’m not sure if these things will ever completely go away but I’m ok with it because all these little things that my body did made it possible for use to have two healthy beautiful baby girls.

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Bloggers for Birth Kits | Reducing maternal and infant mortality

by Juliemara
05.1.12

I felt it was important to re-blog this post from one of my favorite mommy blogs Dear baby. Please read it and if you are inspired re-post or make a kit yourself. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
Bloggers for Birth Kits

Did you know that the maternal death rate of women in Papua New Guinea is 1 in 7? That’s a pretty shocking statistic. A mama friend of mine, Adriel, is leading the charge to collect ” clean birth kits” through an organization called Medical Ships to get life saving birth kits into the hands of women in PNG. Birth kits can play a crucial role in ensuring that every mother in the regions has access to the appropriate supplies that can keep her and her baby free of birth related infections and injuries.

So what’s in a birth kit? Really basic stuff. The sort of supplies you can pick up at any drug or home improvement store.

Things as basic as soap, gloves and a razor blade can be the difference between life and death for these women. It’s amazing that such a simple list of supplies can have a huge impact on the lives of women and families in rural Papua New Guinea.

Adriel has put out the call to women everywhere, asking for their support and aid in getting these birth kits to the women who need them most. She shares all the details on how to donate money to help them buy supplies or how to make your own kits to send over on her blog.

Our family will be contributing to this important work and I’m helping to spread the word via my blog and I hope that you will consider doing the same. Even if you are not able to contribute financially, simply reblogging this post on tumblr, tweeting or sharing a link to her blog on your facebook page or on your own blog can work wonders in helping spread the support for their mission.

As it stands today, one in seven mothers in rural Papua New Guinea will not live to know the joy of motherhood. A child will grow up without a mother… but together, we can change that. Please visit Adriel’s blog The Mommyhood Memos to learn more.

Love,

M

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A letter to my babies

by Juliemara
04.11.12

Today girls you are 1/2  a year old, six months you have lived. You have changed so much in these six months, I can’t begin to understand how tiny humans can go through such a huge transformation in such a short time. You no longer scream bloody murder when we change your diaper, in fact you enjoy it, like it’s another fun game we play. You eat three times as much as you did your first week alive and your are three times the size. It has been such a pleasure to have have the chance to be your mom and to get to know who you are and try to figure out who you will be, I look forward to the next six months and cherish the these past six. There are things I wanted to do for you before you were born that  wasn’t able to mostly because I was in too much pain. I have gotten to some of those things and others I have forgotten about and realized they are no longer important. I wanted to tell you the story of your birth before you turned six months, but I just haven’t had the time to write it down, I promise I will do it before your first birthday. I also want to congratulate you and say thank you for being such good little breast feeders, I am so proud of you and my self for have accomplished that, another story I will tell before you turn one. Your Abba and I have a fun first summer planned for you, you won’t remember it except from the millions of pictures we will take but we will know you loved it because your smiles say everything.

Dear Talia, My first born. You were suppose to be baby B, or so we thought, you were the whole time you were inside me. You insisted on going first and thus created a jam for both of you. You were so tiny. Your arm was the size of my index finger, the skin around it so soft and wrinkly. Your eyes blinked equally from the top and bottom. Despite being so tiny you made sure to always let everyone know exactly how you felt good and bad. You still do. You smile at everyone! Your scream with every ounce of emotion when you are unhappy, which we are quickly realizing can be because you are hungry, tired or want the toy that Jordan has. We let you get away with that now, but eventually you will not always get your way. You love to sleep with something on your face, your lovey, your blanket or your hands. Your favorite toy for a long time was the multi color orb rattle, but now you seem to love the crinkle book. You love to jump and jump and jump. In the past few days your face has started to change, I’m not sure how to describe how but you look more girly, your smile is getting bigger, your cheeks fuller I’m not sure it’s possible but I think you get sweeter everyday. I love that you are my baby, I miss you when you are sleeping, I love waking up to your cries (since you usually wake up first). Talia, your name morning dew suites you perfect, you are such a sweet gentle part of my morning, you are dramatic and beautiful. I love you. Happy 1st half birthday.

Dear Jordan, You have my initials that I had before I got married, so when you are ready for big girl jewelry, let me know and I will give you all my jewelry with my JMS monogram. You were born bright red, the color of a beet. I still don’t know why, no one at your hospital seem to be worried about it. You had the roundest fullest cheeks, you still do. You are such a sweet baby, you are calm and reserved, you go with the flow, you rarely cry. So when you do, we can’t help but jump because something must be wrong if YOU are crying.  For the longest time you were our good sleeper, sleeping all the time, sometimes hard to wake up and recently you decided you had no interest in bed time and would just cry, loud. We couldn’t help but give in, I hope you enjoyed those nights when you got to stay up late and fall asleep in your swing because we don’t plan on letting you do that often.  You are a kind baby always checking on your big sister, patting her head and reaching for her hand. You give the best baby hugs and are such a good snuggler. You love to sleep in the carrier, and I thank you for that. I love that I can wear my baby while she sleeps so peacefully, its a good feeling for a mommy. You have learned how to blow spit through your lips and love to do it, all day long, spiting all over yourself and anyone who dares to come close.  You love your feet,  you have mastered the happy baby yoga pose, they should call it the happy mommy because nothing makes me smile more.  You love stories, you are s a great listener, even if you just stare at me and not the book, I’m ok with that.  I’m writing this as you sleep, I wish I could wake you to play with me, but I won’t, I’ll sleep myself and look forward to the morning. Where when you wake, you’ll tuck your hands into your neck, and stretch your elbows way up over your head before you can be bothered to open your eyes for the day. I love you. Happy 1st 1/2 birthday.

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6 weeks!

by Juliemara
11.23.11

Today Talia and Jordan are six weeks old! A month and a half already?! They are growing up so fast and we are having such a great time getting to know each other. I wanted to take a picture of the girls in the same setting each month so that we can really see how much they are changing and growing, but it has taken me six weeks to choose the setting for that photo, so here it is…
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What now

by Juliemara
10.18.11

I’ve been pretty vocal hear about my uber annoying pregnancy symptoms but I’ve got one that takes the cake. Bells palsy, a virus I contracted possibly while at the hospital possibly by chance that has paralyzed the right side of my face. This is a picture of me smiling my normal smile, check back to bumpdate http://smilingwatermelon.com/2011/09/09/bumpdate-2/
for a pre virus smile to compare. I got a few meds that have been know to help it clear up but it could last anywhere from a few days to a few months. Soon I’ll do a post called top 10 most annoying pregnancy symptoms.

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