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Tasha's Birth Center VBAC

6/14/2015

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This birth story originally appears on Tasha's blog here.
The day of my 37th week appointment with my first pregnancy, I vividly remember calling a very close friend after the appointment to voice how much I felt like I was part of a “business." I explained how the in and out atmosphere of the obstetric/gynecology clinic was not how I envisioned my first prenatal experience to be. I was almost teary eyed while on the phone thinking about the cervical check I just had, and how uncomfortable it was. I was also told that my cervix was “not dilated and that the baby was pretty high in my pelvis."  I hung up the phone with my friend that day thinking that this experience was the norm, and I would soon have my baby. I had no plan! I was going into the hospital to have a baby just like many of my friends and family had done! I was scared, but trusted my healthcare (birth) team. 

I went into labor on my own (there had been some mild discussion with OB regarding induction). This day would change my life forever! My first birth looked nothing like I imagined. There was oxygen, a blood pressure cuff, IV pitocin, IVmagnesium Sulfate, an epidural, several cervical checks, a continuous fetal monitor and a Foley catheter.  On October 25th2012, my first born (son) entered the world via an unnecessary cesarean (under general anesthesia due to a high spinal).  The next few days were a blur! Over the next few weeks when I was fully oriented I processed my birth experience, I was happy, sad, confused, and broken!

In March of 2014 we found out we were pregnant with our second child. This was a very pleasant surprise! This time would be different, this time I would be prepared! The past year I had researched VBAC as an option for subsequent births, I joined a local Positive Birth Group after being unable to find an ICAN group that was local, I talked to women who had given birth naturally, watched several natural births online and I had not read as much since my college days. There was no question surrounding how I would deliver this baby, I was NOT having another cesarean. It did not take long for my husband and me to decide that this baby would be born vaginally. I wanted this VBAC with every inch of my being. I educated myself, hired a hypno doula, hired a midwife, took a hypnobabies class, received chiropractic care, walked 1-2 miles a day, made nutrition/hydration/supplements a priority, and most importantly I believed in myself! My husband was on board, and was a huge supporter, this was all I needed.

The closer I was to my guess date, the more I became confident and positive about my VBAC. Those friends and family who were supportive were given updates as my birthing time neared. Sunday December 7th I was reminded by a few friends and family that there was a full moon, and I recall a few Braxton hicks that evening. I remained calm, but excited! I knew that I would meet our new addition soon. Monday December 8th my doula visited us at our home for our last prenatal visit shortly after dinner. I really needed this visit, it gave me a pick me up! This visit was very casual, my husband and son were both present. It was relaxing and affirming for me, we spent this time talking, discussing placenta encapsulation, birthing time, hypnobabies practice, and we even went over some positions and exercises to insure optimal position for the baby such as pelvic rocks and rebozo. I also recall losing huge chunks of my mucous plug and having some waves on this day. I would soon be holding my little one!

On Tuesday December 9th I believe that God gave my son and I some time before birthing to be alone, just he and I. He was a little under the weather and stayed home from daycare. I called into work and took care of him. We stayed in our pajamas and rested most of the day. My birth photographer/friend sent me a very encouraging HBAC story, and we of course went back and forth communicating that day about my upcoming birthing time. This made me feel even more empowered.  I had what would be my last prenatal appointment at 4:00 PM with my midwife. My son and I went to this appointment, and it went well as usual.  My midwife mentioned to me that the baby was “still up high”. She told me to sleep on my left side as much as possible, and to make sure I am doing pelvic rocks at home and return to see her the following week. My appointment was made for the following Tuesday. The evening was uneventful. I spent the evening running after my toddler who was feeling much better. I remember having dinner and doing a little cleaning that night. My cousin came to visit, and we had a few laughs. I went to bed a little later than usual, but felt fine when I went to bed around 10:30 PM.  At midnight when I made a trip to the bathroom I lost a little bit more of my plug and had some bloody show.

Wednesday December 10th I was 39+5, I was awakened at 2:30 am by one pressure wave. I decided to empty my bladder and took a few sips of water to see what would happen. I didn’t have any more waves so I returned to bed. At 3:30 AM I was awakened again by another wave, but this time they were consistent and did not go away. I knew that this was it, my birthing time had begun. My husband was due to leave for work at 4:30 AM and I usually take my son to school around 8:30 AM before I travel to work. As my husband planned to get into the shower, I let him know that my birthing time had begun. I don’t think he believed this was the real deal, but after a few more pressure waves, and me explaining pretty sternly it was go time, he got it! The waves were about 6-7 minutes apart, and tolerable. My husband and I decided that we would go ahead and send my son to daycare. We decided months prior that we didn’t want our two year old son to see me during my birthing. So, my husband gathered everything I needed and I locked myself inside our bedroom. I had a blanket, my hypnobabies bag, CD player with ear buds, birthing ball, water, greek yogurt, and pretzels. I decided it was a little early to contact my midwife or doula. I spent the next few hours moving from the bed to the floor listening to my birthday affirmation CD. I found that opening my mouth and moaning during each wave made me feel more comfortable. My son would wake around 6 or 6:30 AM. At 5:30 AM I decided I should contact my doula, being I may need her pretty soon. I still didn’t think it was time to contact my midwife my husband was in and out of the room checking on me while he waited for my son to wake. I text my doula to let her know that I was in my birthing time. She wanted to know more about the timing of my waves, and whether or not I was in hypnosis. At this time, I was drinking water, and taking small bites of yogurt, and was listening to some positive affirmation on the CD player. I made sure I was emptying my bladder as well. My waves were now 5 minutes apart, lasting 40 seconds, and were very regular. I kept thinking about how long my birthing time would probably be, and I had not had but maybe four-five hours of sleep. I was not feeling any pressure in my back; it was menstrual type pressure only.  I was in denial which turned out to be a great thing. I would later find out that this birth would not be long at all.

Although my doula suggested I try to sleep a little between waves on my left side, I knew that I couldn’t. However, I was drinking, pottying resting and snacking. My doula suggested listening to the hypnobabies deepening CD to get deeper into hypnosis, and turn my light switch to off which pretty much means to shut your mind and body completely down in hypnobabies language.  I got my deepening CD, and got on my birthing ball around 6 AM. Being on the birthing ball felt really good. I spent the next few hours resting in the bed, bouncing on the birthing ball and sitting backwards on the toilet seat. I was clothes less, and the temperature in the room was perfect. I used a heating pad for a short period on my lower back, but since I wasn’t having much back pain it didn’t help much. My husband was gone for about an hour to take my son to daycare and run a few errands. He returned and checked on me periodically, and this seemed to work perfect. I had everything I needed. I could not believe birthing time was going this well when compared to my first birth experience, I actually felt pretty comfortable! At 9:45 AM I started feeling some pressure while bouncing on the birth ball listening to the deepening CD. I felt and heard a loud pop! My husband must have heard it too; he rushed in the room to check on me. I had previously called my midwife around 7:30 AM who told me she would head to the birth center, but it was too early for me to come in (which I wanted to wait as long as possible). From our home to the birth center is approximately 15 miles. I let my doula know that my water had broke, we discussed its appearance which was not abnormal, and she let me know that she would be heading to my home (an hour drive for her). I remember feeling calm, and felt in control.

My waves became much more intense once my water broke. They became closer and longer. I recall one wave lasting 2 minutes with only seconds between the next. At 10 AM I contacted my doula to let her know that my waves were much more intense. She was able to listen as I had a few over the phone.  She left it up to me to contact my midwife again. I decided to not contact my midwife at that time. I was in denial about how close I was getting. I got into the tub for a warm bath which was very relaxing. I used that time to do some visualization, but began to have the urge to push while in the bath tub. My husband began to become anxious once he learned I had the urge to push. At 10:15 AM I contacted my doula to let her know that I was having the urge to push, but it was not a rectal type pressure that everyone had previously described to me. This was a pressure that felt as if I had to urinate. She let me know that she would meet me at the birth center, and to breathe as if I was "blowing out a candle". I attempted to breathe as she described, but wasn't too successful. I then called my midwife to let her know that I was on my way to the birth center, she was already there. She heard me pushing while on the phone and urged me to come in ASAP. My doula had been in contact with my birth photographer, so she knew to be in route as well. Since having the urge to push, I no longer had waves and pushing felt wonderful. My husband gathered our things and we headed to the car to make the short drive to the birth center. My doula instructed we listened to easy first stage during the drive to the birth center to help us prepare for the baby’s fast approaching arrival. I was on hands and knees in the back seat in the car while the CD played which helped to keep me calm as we were in route. Although my husband had the emergency flashers on and seemed very anxious, I believe the CD kept him calm as well.

My midwife called to check in and see where we were located in route. I am sure my last conversation with her while pushing had her a little anxious as well.  We arrived at the birth center at 11:15 AM and greeted my entire birth team. They were very calm, speaking to me in such soft voices. This happened to not be a prenatal day so the birth center was empty. My doula helped me out of the car and up the stairs. As soon as I got in the door of the birth center, I had the urge to push. I had been pushing the entire trip to the birth center in the car. I knew that I would not make it upstairs to a birthing room. I slowly squatted down to the lobby floor to push while my birth team gathered pillows, pads and other supplies. I remember being so excited! It happened so fast, my doula on one side and my husband letting me squeeze his hand on the other; I pushed four times and birthed my beautiful baby boy onto the lobby floor of the birth center at 11:19 AM. There were tears and smiles and not much talking during this time. My doula whispered in my ear, “you’re not broken, you’re whole."  There were many tears during this time.

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This entire experience was so much different from my first birth experience.  I was awake and immediately held my baby; my husband was able to cut his cord. Once I was upstairs in the bed, I had skin to skin and was able to breastfeed. I immediately drank fluids, I was able to have a few bites of soup, and I took an herbal bath with baby. I spent the next 4-5 hours at the birth center for observation. My oldest son and mom later joined us, which completed what was one of the best days of my life! I made informed decisions during this experience that empowered me, my family, and many women I will meet for a long time. This is my amazing, healing VBAC journey!

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To view more pictures and a slideshow of Tasha's birth, click the link at the top of the story to view it on her blog.
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Quest's Home VBAC

6/8/2015

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First and foremost before telling my story about my successful HBAC (Homebirth after C-section), I would like to briefly retell the story of my firsts birth. The birth of my first son was anything but a gentle welcome to parenthood. Instead it was the exact opposite it left parts of me traumatized, broken, and incomplete. Everything I was led to believe for the reasons behind my C-section with my first had been proven a lie. When I obtained my medical records from the hospital I realized how much I was lied to. It took 3 years of research, studying, and preparation before I could ever feel confident or safe in my ability to birth again. I’ve waited 3 years to tell this story and to wait for a healing birth. Prior to conceiving I had found a midwife who supported my plans for HBAC and a doula who was able to relate to the trauma I had experienced and knew the implications and outcomes of how difficult birth is to achieve for women of color. Although my doula did not have experience with homebirth she knew how realistic the outcomes were for women of color and she knew how we were treated in the hospital system because she was a mother and also a woman of color. Without further notice here is my birth story of my second son, Orion:

On June 5th, 2015 at 3:30 am I was having dreams of pushing out a baby in the midst of those dreams I woke up to contractions. My first thought was, this better not be labor, I have plans to go over 41 weeks like I did with my first! I had thought I would go at least a week over with this baby like I did with my son and I was not ready for labor. I thought I had all this time to get the rest of things together before my maternity leave and everything, which was not the case. I ended up texting my friend Rae at first since she was all up and we lived in different time zones. I told her I was going to take a shower because I was having some pains but was not sure it was labor. So we texted back and forth about life and random things for the next hour. Next I texted my doula to just give her a heads up. I told her I doubted it was truly labor but just wanted to let her know in case. The contractions did not ease up regardless of me taking a shower and trying to walk them away. I pulled out my yoga mat thinking if I were to do a couple of poses it would help relieve the pain. My doula texted me back around 6 in the morning to see how I was doing. The contractions were somewhat intense I told her to come on over and I sent her a screen shot of how far the contractions were going. Once she was there I was able to relax and drift off into labor land, while her and my midwife communicated via text. I asked my doula if my midwife was on the way and she called her to make sure. I think after hearing me say some unpleasant words or more like an alphabet of them she and her assistant were headed on their way.

Around 8:30 am I had decided to get in the shower again to help through the waves and peaks of the contractions while my doula help my hand and reminded me to breathe through them. I had a hard time relaxing and flowing with the contractions to the point each contraction would send me on my tippy toes clinching to fight them. My husband had woke up around that time and was confused at so many people being at our home because I did not bother to wake him up to let him know I was in labor. During my labor he made sure to check up on me between helping with our older son and what he could handle. It worked for us, because I knew he couldn’t handle watching me in pain and I felt I needed to be surrounded by women who could help talk me through this experience. I still fought contractions until my doula and the midwife’s assistant reminded me to breathe through them and to try to relax. After hours of tensing up I was ready to listen and to help get this baby out. I started to try to relax through them and to tell them to help me talk me through each roaring wave of contractions.

I had the early urge to push which concerned my midwife and her assistant so we decided to do a vaginal exam to see if I was far enough along to push, needless to say it didn’t work out and it had hurt too much. They were concerned that the baby was posterior because of my back labor and urge to push but I felt it was too painful to see how far dilated I was and could not finish the exam. Later on in the afternoon my midwife kept saying it was a beautiful day and it was a lovely time to go for a walk. I did not pick up on the hint that she expected me to walk outside for a little bit. I looked at her with puppy dog eyes and said I really don’t want to. I did not want to do anything and all I wanted to do was sleep and get this baby out. My midwife convinced me to take a walk with my doula and her assistant which helped a little bit but the back labor was so strong I worried about having to transfer for pain relief so I went along and did what they said. While we were outside pushing I had contractions bring me to my knees and I just sat there in the grass. I thought about my baby, the back pain, and if there was something I could do about it. We had tried essential oils and massage but the assistant had gave me another alternative, sterile water injections. I decided to do the water injections which were very painful to inject but took the most of the back pain out of labor so I could focus. Once we returned inside my midwife and her assistant wanted me to do the miles circuit to help turn baby into the right position. Well, truly that was some very intense positioning during contractions. The miles circuit felt like torture but I knew it was worth getting baby to turn if it meant I had to move into certain positions for a certain amount of time. I made sure my midwife kept up with the time because I did not want to be in those positions for longer than what I needed to be during intense contractions. After doing the miles circuit I asked for a second round of water injections because the back pain was coming back even more intense. I even told my midwife that I needed the injections, then I would rest, and finally I would be ready to have this baby. With my music turned on and after the injections, I drifted in and out of sleep not realizing my body was involuntarily pushing. After an hour or two I told my midwife I was ready to try some more positions and she had my doula take me to the bathroom. When going to the bathroom my water literally exploded all over the toilet and the contractions got intense. They asked if I wanted to use the birthing stool which I said yes but they had to go get it out of my midwives car. By then I had changed my mind and wanted a bath because I felt dirty and while in the tub my body started grunting and pushing involuntarily. I started to feel hot and the water was making me feel dizzy. My midwife asked to do a check just to make sure I was pushing effectively. She told me maybe the tub was not best for me pushing and eventually I should make my way out and they would bring the birthing stool into the bathroom. I agreed to get out of the tub “eventually” and while I was getting out of the tub, I naturally lunged my leg over the tub and pushed baby out further. I was able to make it onto the birthing stool and kept feeling all the pain in my back and I pushed my baby boy out. The feeling of pushing my baby out felt similar to a phoenix born from the ashes. He weighed 6lbs 12oz, 3kgs (3 more ounces than my first who I was the reasons for the C-section were CPD, OP, FTP) born at 6:09 pm on June 5th 2015

There were times when we laughed even during the intense parts of labor because I had felt jinxed when a week prior my midwives assistant jinxed me to have the baby on the 5th which I told her repeatedly how mad I was at her for it. I also know without being surrounded by these supportive women, I wouldn’t have been able to birth the way I wanted or to focus on birth the way I needed. I also wanted to thank the many supportive women from the VBAC forums and even Meleek who runs black women do VBAC because little does she know that before I conceived she had gave me the courage to try and to even conceive again. 

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Jessica's VBAC

1/7/2015

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Tuesday December 23rd, 2014 I was 40.6 and was scheduled for an appointment with my midwife.  I really couldn't believe that I was still pregnant because I went into labor at 38.5 weeks with our first so I thought the same would happen this time around...wrong. So on this day I had a NST, an ultrasound, and regular checkup.  She wanted to sweep my membranes on Friday bc the following Monday (41.5) they were planning on inducing me. I REALLY did not want to be induced, I was planning an all natural birth with no interventions, so all I could do was hope and pray our daughter came on her own before Monday. 

So that Tuesday night after the appointment I started having mild contractions. They were around 10-12 minutes apart and were accompanied with a tightening of my stomach so I wasn't sure if they were real or Braxton Hicks. This lasted most of the night and I woke up Wednesday (Christmas Eve) morning, officially a week past my "due date."  I got something to eat while I had an appetite in case I would be going into labor soon.  The contractions stayed pretty much where they were most of the day and I went about my regular day.  Around  4 o'clock I laid down for a nap, more out of frustration than actually being tired, and while in the bed I heard a kind of loud "pop" and was like what in the world was that? I later realized the "pop" sound was my water breaking but no water leaked out then because she quickly dropped down much lower into my pelvis and "plugged up the hole." I then went to the bathroom and my plug had dislodged, and it was a lot. 

After that I had my first "real" contraction, and thought to myself, "whoaaa that was different from the rest of the contractions."  I texted my husband and told him to please come home ASAP. Then called my doula and told her about the latest happenings, she wanted me to labor a bit longer and let her know how things were progressing. Labored at home with hubby for 30 minutes and I started to feel like it was time to leave to go to the hospital even though the plan was to labor at home much longer. My husband called the midwife and she wanted to listen to me labor, I could tell by her voice she didn't think it was the real thing...but because I was  GBS positive she had me come in just to be on the safe side.

So I head downstairs slowly, my little brother puts my shoes and coat on and as soon as I hit the front door I get this huge rush of water gushing down my leg....and I'm thinking wow all of this is new lol. On the road to the hospital I'm sitting on the floor of the passenger seat and hugging the back of the seat while going through contractions and then all of a sudden I get the urge to push. I never got to the pushing stage with our first so honestly I thought I just had to have a bowel movement, I didn't know it was actually the baby ready to come out lol. Luckily we weren't too far from the hospital at this point. 

We make it to the hospital and I get out of the car and drop down on all fours on the sidewalk...in the rain...and grunt through another contraction. I get up, brush myself off, and walk into the hospital doors, while my husband is saying, "MY WIFE IS IN LABOR." I guess to them because looked so calm they figured I wasn't far along so they were taking their sweet time, making jokes and chatting. Then another contraction comes around at the check in table and I got the urge to push again and they were like oh my gosh  she's pushing get her upstairs lol! 

So we get in the labor and delivery room, they didn't have time to hook me up to any machines, I'm checked and at a 9.5 and she says, "honey if you have the urge...push." By the way my labor stalled with our first at about a 6 so upon hearing the news I was at a 9.5 I was doing the happy dance on the inside. Meanwhile, they're giving me instructions on how to push  (bear down, put your chin to chest, hand behind knees, etc.) and I feel like it was going in one ear and out the other lol.  I kept asking, "Am I making any progress?" And the look on the midwife's face, told me, "Nope". After about 15 minutes of not so effective pushing, she says we may need to use the vacuum because the baby's heart rate has been low for a little while. As soon as I heard that I said, "No, no vacuum" and she said, "well push this baby out!" And push I did, I pushed with everything I had and my husband says, "I can see the head!" and then her body came out with the next push. So our daughter was born about 25 minutes after we arrived at the hospital, which was totally different from our first where we were at the hospital 20 hours prior to a c section being called. This time around they didn't have time to ask me a million questions or hook me up to any machines, or pump me full of Iv fluids, and I signed the consent form to perform a c-section if need be, after she was already born. I was on cloud 9 and  I  didn't even look at her immediately I just started crying bc I couldn't believe I had achieved exactly the birth I wanted. An unmedicated, fast, problem free, intervention free, VBAC! 
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Things were so different this time around, with her birth my husband and I were both actively involved in the birthing process (the first time I was confined to my hospital bed watching monitors), we had immediate skin to skin, I was coherent and not foggy from all the drugs, and I was able to get up and move around freely soon after giving birth. My recovery also has been SIGNIFICANTLY easier than the first go round and for that I'm happy.

The initial cesarean  section was for "failure to progress" and the OB told me afterwards that I would have never been able to push him out because of "the way my pelvis was shaped" and I was "lucky" to have had a c-section. Also I was a little lady (5'2 110lbs) so that was supposedly working against me as well. Our daughter, born at 6.9lbs 20 inches, was not a large baby, but still larger than our c section baby. I was told I need not waste my time trying to attempt a vaginal birth because it would be another long birth that would ultimately end in another section. Again, I felt my first "real" contraction around 4pm and she was born at 5:51pm, I don't think anyone would classify that as a long birth.

As soon as I came to the conclusion that I wanted a VBAC I did as much research as I could, I changed my doctor and the hospital I would be birthing at, hired a doula because I was planning on going unmedicated, and built up my faith that I would have exactly the birth i wanted. My husband prayed with me and over me throughout the whole process and believed with me that I would not have another surgical birth.  I stayed positive throughout a gestational diabetes diagnosis and kept confessing that all would work out in our favor in the end, and that's exactly what happened. I couldn't have asked for a better birthing experience. I've read so many birth stories over the course of my pregnancy that further encouraged me and kept me focused on my goal, I pray this little story does the same for you all. Given the right circumstances your body CAN and will do exactly what God created it to do! VBAC on ladies!
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Dynesha's Home VBAC

12/20/2014

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10/24: I was way past my EDD sitting at 41+2 and very uncomfortable. The days leading up my husband was doing acupressure and then found a place for me to get acupuncture. I went at 11am on this day and boy was it amazing. I was so relaxed and I could feel my stomach tightening and some pressure as I laid there for 2 hours. Came home nice and calm and relaxed and ended up with some light contractions that evening that lasted for a couple hours. Finally I was able to go to sleep since I had another appointment the next day. 

10/25: 41+3 and I honestly couldn't believe I was still pregnant. Another session of acupuncture. Yet again tight stomach, pressure, and waves being felt. Slept the whole time. Came home and everyone was sleep. Told my husband I was going to the mall to walk. Went and walked for a couple of hours. Came home and boy was I hungry. I ate all night. Mind you this entire pregnancy I was not able to keep food down. Went to bed and woke up in the middle of the night for a snack. Sat on the couch and ate and watched TV. Ended up falling asleep.

10/26: 41+4 and husband gets me up at around 10 and tells me to go in the room and lay down he will care for our son. So I go into the room and before I lay down I email my midwife asking her what am I going to do? I can't believe I'm still pregnant. Laid down and went to sleep. All of a sudden I wake up and I feel this huge dropping feeling in my pelvis. My husband comes in and ask if I still want to go to the park. I look at the phone to see the time and it's noon. I said no I'll stay home. I feel this huge contraction that takes my breath away. I think nothing of it. I keep going. I feel another one shortly. I tell him I'll come with them. I start getting dressed and feel another and another. They actually start bringing me to my knees. I tell him never mind, that I would stay here you and they could go to the park. Glad I did because they kept coming. So I'm alone. I go to my room and turn on my music to relax me. Thought maybe try laying down. Not going to happen. That made them painful. Got up took my clothes off and turned on my bath water. Got in and felt so much better. Contractions kept coming. They were 1-2 minutes apart lasting almost 2 minutes. I did this for an hour by myself before calling my midwife. When I called her and she answered, all I could do was moan. She knew it was time and told me she was on her way. Called my husband to come home and my mom to come over to watch our son. Midwife arrives a little after one. When she gets here I had forgotten to unlock the door. I had to run out of the bathroom and unlock the door and then get back. I was completely naked and didn't care. After she got set up she checks me and I am already 9.5cm with a little lip. I laughed because I never made it this far with my son. Soon my husband arrives, the assistant, and my mother. A little after 2 I start wanting to push with every contraction. I start pushing and pushing and I put my hand down there and I can feel the top of his head. I said, "What is that?" Midwife says, "It's your baby's head sweetie." That was incredible to touch it.  A couple more pushes I get his head out and boy does that feel good to get all that pressure out. Well he wouldn't turn properly so she made me a paddle on the floor. I got out with a full head sticking out. Got on all 4s and gave a couple little pushes so she could help turn him and before I knew it next contraction pushed the rest of him out. She catches him and puts him between my legs to give to me. I was so happy. All I could say was, "I DID IT!!! I DID IT!!! I DID IT MOMMY!!!! THANK YOU JESUS! THANK YOU JESUS!!!!" Still couldn't believe how quiet he was and to be able to do what my body was made for. Holding him right after pushing him out was the best feeling. Having my family and the support there made it even better.  A beautiful HBAC lasting 2 hours and 40 minutes.
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Benjamin Thomas Heckeler 
10/26/14 @2:39pm
8lbs 6oz 21.5inches
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