Storee's Birth Story:
On April 19th, we celebrated our 7 yr old's birthday party. The day before, I was put on bedrest because of low iron and fatigue. We decided to have a swim day and a movie night to celebrate, and my husband Ramar did all the work as I was bed bound for the day. That night, I joined my family in the living room for movies, pizza and popcorn. After watching the movie, I began to cramp. All of the kids were asleep, so I went to bed around 2:30 A.M. Around 5:30, I felt as though I had to pee but before I could get out of bed, it began to flow...all the while I am thinking to myself, "I know I am not peeing on myself." I jumped up and tried to run, but I felt a gush and I screamed Ramar's name to wake him up. I am screaming "My water broke!!!!" and he looks at me and asks me "How do I know?" lol Before I knew it, he was out of the bed, throwing clothes everywhere (I think our back seat was full of clothes by the time he was done) and all I could do was laugh at him.
Finally we were in the car and didn't even think of stopping for gas and halfway down the street, the car shut off!!! I can hear him now, "Tiffany are you freaking serious?" lol God was with us because I remember telling him to calm down and try it again. It cranked right up and we made it to get gas.
Finally we made it to the hospital and I get out the car and water is gushing everywhere and the panic began. Ramar was running all over the place looking for a wheelchair (again, this is all funny to me because I have never seen him this nervous). Finally he came back with the chair and I went up and checked in at 7:30 A.M. Finally, everything was calm and on its way. I was fine until around 11 A.M. and then the contractions started and I was ok. Ramar helped me breathe through them and I knew I could do it until my doctor walked in and checked and found me to still be 2 centimeters....just broke my heart. Now we needed to start a small amount of pitocin, which I was so upset about, but anything to achieve my VBAC goal. Within minutes, the contractions started to come back to back and with rage. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, I didn't know what to do. Ramar was great and tried to calm me down and get me through each one of them by telling me the numbers were going down (even though half of the time he was lying just to make me feel better) but by the next check I was at 4 centimeters, then 6, and that is when all hell broke loose. I remember profanity, screaming and demanding, but Ramar didn't mind. He went in, found the anesthesiologist and within 30 minutes I had my epidural. Afterwards I was checked and I went from 6/7 to 10 and fully effaced and it was time to push.
It was sort of hard to push because I couldn't feel anything accept in one little area where the epidural didn't numb for some reason and that is what I focused on. An hour from the time I got the epidural, I heard my doctor say "She is out!" and I felt like God let all his angels out to bring her down to me. It was the best feeling of my life and all I remember saying is "Cry, baby, cry" and when she did, she took my breath away.
2:11 P.M. 4/20/2014, Easter Sunday, I was given another angel but this time she was mine to keep on Earth.*
Storee weighed 7 lbs 14 oz and measured 20 1/2 inches.
*Tiffany's first cesarean was performed at 33 weeks due to placental abruption. Her baby, Ramar-Dishawn, was born 6/25/12, weighing 7 lbs and measuring 22 inches. Sadly, he passed away at 4 days old due to hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy (HIE) caused by the abruption. Tiffany also suffered disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC), which almost took her life.
Tiffany writes, "We finally got pregnant in August of 2013 after TTC 13 months. I was scared through the whole pregnancy. I went to the ER twice and was told I had suffered yet another loss, but at 12 weeks, I felt movement. I went to a free pregnancy clinic and there was my rainbow kicking away. I was terrified to VBAC because of my last pregnancy, but I knew a RCS was not what I wanted and I am so glad I did. I am now a wife, a mommy of 8 living kids and 1 angel and a VBAC success."
On April 19th, we celebrated our 7 yr old's birthday party. The day before, I was put on bedrest because of low iron and fatigue. We decided to have a swim day and a movie night to celebrate, and my husband Ramar did all the work as I was bed bound for the day. That night, I joined my family in the living room for movies, pizza and popcorn. After watching the movie, I began to cramp. All of the kids were asleep, so I went to bed around 2:30 A.M. Around 5:30, I felt as though I had to pee but before I could get out of bed, it began to flow...all the while I am thinking to myself, "I know I am not peeing on myself." I jumped up and tried to run, but I felt a gush and I screamed Ramar's name to wake him up. I am screaming "My water broke!!!!" and he looks at me and asks me "How do I know?" lol Before I knew it, he was out of the bed, throwing clothes everywhere (I think our back seat was full of clothes by the time he was done) and all I could do was laugh at him.
Finally we were in the car and didn't even think of stopping for gas and halfway down the street, the car shut off!!! I can hear him now, "Tiffany are you freaking serious?" lol God was with us because I remember telling him to calm down and try it again. It cranked right up and we made it to get gas.
Finally we made it to the hospital and I get out the car and water is gushing everywhere and the panic began. Ramar was running all over the place looking for a wheelchair (again, this is all funny to me because I have never seen him this nervous). Finally he came back with the chair and I went up and checked in at 7:30 A.M. Finally, everything was calm and on its way. I was fine until around 11 A.M. and then the contractions started and I was ok. Ramar helped me breathe through them and I knew I could do it until my doctor walked in and checked and found me to still be 2 centimeters....just broke my heart. Now we needed to start a small amount of pitocin, which I was so upset about, but anything to achieve my VBAC goal. Within minutes, the contractions started to come back to back and with rage. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, I didn't know what to do. Ramar was great and tried to calm me down and get me through each one of them by telling me the numbers were going down (even though half of the time he was lying just to make me feel better) but by the next check I was at 4 centimeters, then 6, and that is when all hell broke loose. I remember profanity, screaming and demanding, but Ramar didn't mind. He went in, found the anesthesiologist and within 30 minutes I had my epidural. Afterwards I was checked and I went from 6/7 to 10 and fully effaced and it was time to push.
It was sort of hard to push because I couldn't feel anything accept in one little area where the epidural didn't numb for some reason and that is what I focused on. An hour from the time I got the epidural, I heard my doctor say "She is out!" and I felt like God let all his angels out to bring her down to me. It was the best feeling of my life and all I remember saying is "Cry, baby, cry" and when she did, she took my breath away.
2:11 P.M. 4/20/2014, Easter Sunday, I was given another angel but this time she was mine to keep on Earth.*
Storee weighed 7 lbs 14 oz and measured 20 1/2 inches.
*Tiffany's first cesarean was performed at 33 weeks due to placental abruption. Her baby, Ramar-Dishawn, was born 6/25/12, weighing 7 lbs and measuring 22 inches. Sadly, he passed away at 4 days old due to hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy (HIE) caused by the abruption. Tiffany also suffered disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC), which almost took her life.
Tiffany writes, "We finally got pregnant in August of 2013 after TTC 13 months. I was scared through the whole pregnancy. I went to the ER twice and was told I had suffered yet another loss, but at 12 weeks, I felt movement. I went to a free pregnancy clinic and there was my rainbow kicking away. I was terrified to VBAC because of my last pregnancy, but I knew a RCS was not what I wanted and I am so glad I did. I am now a wife, a mommy of 8 living kids and 1 angel and a VBAC success."
Tiffany and baby Storee.
Baby Ramar-Dishawn. Tiffany says, " I know God does everything for a reason and this little man, with the short time he was on this Earth, completely changed my life."
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