wilder’s birth story

Beautiful friends and family. Our newest addition, Wilder, is two months old today! To celebrate this little milestone, I am planning on sharing his birth story, as well as the first close-up photos of him on my blog. Please read at your own discretion!

To recap:

My original due date was November 22, but after having my first ultrasound appointment, it was bumped up to November 16. If you followed my pregnancy journey, you will remember that it was filled with mostly ups and a few downs. As annoying (and sometimes worrisome) as it was having Braxton Hicks contractions all day long for months on end, we counted our blessings at the end of each day that I remained pregnant. This was our rainbow baby and I was going to fight my hardest to bring him/her safely into this world.

Nov. 9

My husband began his paternity leave nearing the end of my third trimester. His job takes him out of town and so we wanted him to start his leave early in the event that I should go into labour early. As the first week went by and my due date was coming closer, we wondered when baby would join us. Then during the long weekend of November, my dad and his girlfriend came to stay with us for 4 nights. My doctor was also on call that weekend, and was planning on being out of town from November 16-26. After speaking with him, we decided that it was a good time to strip my membranes in hopes that I would go into labour that weekend. So he did. At that time, I was 3 cm dilated.

Nov. 10-13

Over the next few days, everyone was on edge waiting for me to go into labour. Including myself. I was having intense contractions during that time, only to have them disappear after having a nap or waking up the following morning. I kept busy, ate pineapples and dates, consumed red raspberry leaf tea, and more. Nothing seemed to be working. My dad ended up leaving on the 13th, which only made me sad that he wouldn’t be able to see our child, nor would we have help if we needed him to watch Remy. My doctor was also leaving town in a few days, and so I was getting stressed out that he would not deliver our baby. (I was lucky enough to have him deliver Remy.)

Nov. 14

I made up my mind on the 14th to drink castor oil. I had been reading about its pros and cons for weeks up until that point, and had initially decided against it. However, after talking to my sister (who also safely drinks it to induce labour), I decided to take two very small doses. If it did something, great. If not, I would just let baby come on his/her own time. They recommend taking 1-2 tbsp first thing in the morning, and again in the afternoon if labour does not start. That morning I tried taking 1 tsp but ended up throwing most of it up. Frustrated, I took 1.5 tsp that afternoon. I waited and waited. Nothing. So I went to bed that night with a very sore back, and mentally preparing to be overdue and without a family doctor.

Nov. 15 2:30 am

A few hours after falling asleep, I woke up thinking that I had wet the bed. I rushed to the bathroom and immediately saw a bloody show. I thought, “oh no.” Knowing that my sister’s husband had gone to work that night, and she was alone and lives out of town with her 6 children, I texted her and let her know that I was probably going into labour soon. She responded that she would keep her phone on in case we needed to come and drop off Remy. I waited for 15 minutes until my first contraction appeared in my back. I knew that I was in labour. I went back into our bedroom and told Geoff what was happening. He wanted to get going, but I said to wait a few more minutes just to be sure. My next contraction came 5 minutes after that, and then 2 minutes later. “Ok, I think we should go,” I told him. I put on my pajamas and went downstairs while he woke up Remy and brought her down as well. We loaded everything up in the vehicle. By then my contractions were 1.5 minutes apart, and I was starting to get nervous. Geoff said that he would drop me off at the hospital, quickly drive out of town to take Remy to her aunt’s house, and then come back to the hospital to help me through labour. We assumed that it would take hours, but we were wrong.

3:25 am

I arrived at the hospital and made my way up to the 4th floor. By then, my contractions were 1 minute apart. I was asked why I was there and I said, “I think I’m in labour.” I handed the nurses my documents, but said that I couldn’t fill anything out at that point. They said that they would examine me to see if I was going to be admitted or not. By the time that I had walked into the room, I felt the baby coming so I sat down in a chair. The nurse looked worried and asked me if it felt like I needed to poop. I responded that I did, and she left the room. Confused and in pain, I breathed through a few more contractions until she returned. When she did, she told me to get on the bed. I said that I couldn’t because it felt like the baby was going to fall out. She told me to get on it immediately, and so I did. Then she checked me and said that I was fully dilated and we had to go now! A team of nurses rushed in just then and began pushing my bed into the delivery room. They were telling me over and over again not to push yet. One of the nurses called Geoff from her cellphone and told him to hurry. At that point, he hadn’t even dropped Remy off.

3:25-3:55 am

I was still wearing my pjs and boots by the time I arrived in the delivery room. I shuffled onto the next bed and the doctor told me to start pushing. My doctor was apparently on his way. I gave a few pushes and suddenly I couldn’t hear the baby’s heartbeat. I asked if he/she was OK, and they responded that the heart rate was dropping and to get the baby out now. So I pushed as hard as I could, and I think that is when the head came out. Just then my doctor came into the delivery room (though I wasn’t aware of it at the time). He apparently took over and grabbed the head, just as baby’s shoulders got stuck. I felt extreme pressure but wasn’t being told what to do, so I kept pushing and pushing until suddenly, our baby was born! That was at 3:55 am, 1 hour and 10 minutes after my first contraction.

3:55 am

They placed our beautiful child on my chest and began to scrub it down. Someone asked if I wanted to know the sex and I said that I did. They looked and told me that it was a boy. A boy!! I was so happy and in so much shock that I just began to cry. I couldn’t believe that I had a son, that my labour had happened so quickly, and that my husband had missed it all.

4:10 am

They let me cut the umbilical cord, and I delivered the placenta in one push. My husband ended up arriving about 15 minutes after the birth. I saw his shoes under the curtain and told him that I had had the baby, and that I was sorry that I couldn’t wait any longer. He was shocked. Then I said that it was a boy, and he came over and gave me a kiss.

Wilder Joseph was born at 3:55 am on November 15, 2018. He weighed 7 lb 15 oz and was 20″ long. All of the nurses said that he already was living up to his name with his birth alone.

We were both upset at first that Geoffrey wasn’t there for my labour. But in the end, I delivered a healthy baby and Remy was taken care of, so we couldn’t have asked for anything more. Wilder has brought so much joy into our lives and family. He truly is a rainbow after such stormy weather.

To read Remy’s birth story, click here.

Emory

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my birth story

birth photography - 5Every morning whilst pregnant, I would search all things baby into WordPress reader. One type of post that often showed up were personal birth stories. At first I was baffled as to why anyone would want to relive such a painful time in their lives. Having never experienced birthing a baby, I was too anxious to read any of the posts. Only now do I understand the motivation behind posting such an event. These stories are not terrifying moments in one’s life, but really quite beautiful ones. My own birth story was not the horror story that I had anticipated. In fact, it was such an pivotal moment of my life, and literally, a life-giving one as well.

So, my wonderful readers, here is my own birth story. Please read at your own discretion.

birth photographyFebruary 25. 8 a.m.

It was one week and one day before my due date. On my walk that morning, I had felt extremely winded and uncomfortable. After returning home around 9 am, I was in no mood to eat. I started to feel sick to my stomach, but had attributed it to being overly pregnant and exhausted.

11 a.m.

I decided to start taking measures into my own hands. I had read that drinking Raspberry Leaf tea was one of the many safe ways to induce labour. Not thinking that it would actually do anything, I made myself a cup, then I took my computer and went to work from bed.

1 p.m.

My husband had texted me that his lunch break was over and that he was going back to class. He knew that I wasn’t feeling good that morning and so he kept his phone on him in case of an emergency. Before I could reply to him, I felt a strange popping sensation in my stomach. It was something that I had never felt before and so I instinctively went to the bathroom. What I saw was a ‘bloody show’, then my first real contraction came radiating through my back. Panicking, I called my mum, who lives out of province. I told her that I thought I was in labour, but did not want to call my husband in the event that it was a false alarm.  Then my next four contractions went from 10 minutes, to 6 minutes, to 3 minutes, to 2.5 minutes, all in succession. So I hung up the phone, called Geoffrey and my sister, and began packing the remnants of my hospital bag.

3 p.m.

By the time my husband made it home, my contractions were still 2.5 minutes apart. I was crawling on the floor in my underwear, trying to get ready, take care of the dogs, and text everyone. Geoff threw everything in the vehicle then drove like a mad man to the hospital. We made it there around 3 p.m. After about 20 minutes of paperwork, I was given a gown and a bed. As luck would have it, my regular doctor was away on vacation. I thought that only happened in the movies! I was instead seen by two resident doctors. After more questions and paperwork, they finally performed an internal exam. After they had finished, they began whispering to one another. I asked them how many centimetres dilated I was. They replied that I was 7 cm and that they had better call the on-call doctor.

birth photography - 14 p.m.

By 4 p.m., I was taken to my delivery room. For the next two hours, I sat on a birthing ball and breathed through my contractions. My sister and birth photographer also showed up during that time. By 6 p.m., I was nearly 10 cm. However, my water was still intact, so my sister told the doctors to break it for me. I agreed. After crawling back on the bed, they broke my water, then left the room to go and get prepared for the delivery. On my next contraction, I felt the need to push. I yelled that the baby was coming, and for everyone to get back in the room. They came back, and the rest was a blur.

birth photography - 26 p.m.

My eyes were closed for the final stage of labour. What I do remember is everyone talking and laughing, my sister cheering me on, and thinking about what I forgot to do before I left the house. Geoffrey said that I kept answering “I don’t know” to their questions.

birth photography - 36:55 p.m.

After 55 minutes of pushing, Remy was born. It was the single greatest moment of my life.

birth photography - 47 p.m. and Onwards

After several photographs, texts, phone calls, skin-to-skin time, and a shower, we were all finally ready to be taken to our private room. While being transferred there, the delivery room nurse had commented that because it was such a quick labour, that next time I should come to the hospital as soon as I experience contractions. I replied that I did! In truth, everything happened so quickly that they didn’t even have time to insert an IV. I went into my birth not wanting to have any drugs, and that desire was fulfilled. However, if it had went longer than those 6 hours, I think that I would have changed my mind about the epidural. I certainly understand why women get them now.

Inevitably, I was so shocked that Remy was a girl. I was convinced throughout my pregnancy that I would be having a boy. Now, I can’t imagine it any other way. She is the best gift to come into my life, and is the best decision that my husband and I ever made. I love my little Rem-Star, and I would definitely go through it all again for her.

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Emory

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