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Little Monster… Baby #2


Well… now we have a boy & a girl!  This little Monster was born on Saturday, February 20 early in the morning.  My pregnancy was so different than with our son… probably because he was a boy?!  Anyway, I had A LOT of false labor this time (where I had NONE with Monkey).  So I was constantly thinking, “This is it!”  Monkey was born at 38 weeks… not Monster… he waited till 41 ½ weeks before making his appearance.  Oi… it was so hard.  Note to self: don’t expect the timing to be the same every time!

On February 19th at 5pm I was having painful contractions but I didn’t bother timing them because they were far apart & irregular & not getting any more intense… and I’d had this before so I didn’t get overly excited this time.  We were at church so I was just sitting there, so at 5:30 I did start timing.  I only got one time written down before I got called out because Monkey had a fever, so I held her through the rest of the service.  I don’t think I even had any more contractions anyway.   At 9pm Jesse & I were in bed & the contractions were painful… for 1.5 hours they were 5 minutes apart & I thought they might be getting more intense so I decided to get up.  At 10pm I got up & started using my yoga ball… leaning over it on my knees.  Contractions continued to intensify.  Jesse was still sleeping & I decided to let him sleep since if this was it, he was going to be one busy dad for the next week or so.  At 10:30pm I was pretty sure it was labor so I started laying out all the birth supplies on the kitchen table. Got the coffee station & snacks set up for people who would be here.  Contractions became even more intense & were 2 minutes apart.  Got Jesse up… called the midwife (Carrie).  Carrie & Becky would come in 30 minutes.

At 11pm Carrie arrived. Contractions were too intense to talk through.  I stayed on the ball until I got in the pool we set up in the living room.  I was only feeling a slight urge to push.  I drank some orange juice because I was feeling faint.  At 1am I got in the pool… I was 9cm.  The urge to push was getting stronger… and I was SCARED.  I tore a little bit with Monkey and had to get a bunch of stitches.  I was so nervous that it would happen again.   Even though Carrie told me I could work with the urge to push, I still fought it.  Somewhere in there I started feeling really nauseous & threw up that orange juice … from between contractions right through the next one.  Ugh… that was awful.  NOTE TO SELF: Don’t ever drink orange juice when in labor.  During contractions & in between I was alert enough mentally this time to pray, read the titles of the worship songs playing on the TV, & concentrate on keeping my tones low or just blowing air.  The contractions were further apart in the pool so I got more of a break between, but they were more intense.

At 1:30am Carrie said that the bag of waters was bulging enough that if I gave one hard push & it would break & the Monster would come really soon.  I pushed, beyond the contraction a little, until it broke.  The little Monster’s head flew forward & I felt it crown. My back started to hurt soooo bad.  Carrie told me to just float in the water, so I let my hips rise & just float. The next pushes… SERIOUS pain!  Ring of fire seemed more intense than with Monkey. There was also an awful stinging pain inside that when Carrie poked her finger in to check, ended up being the little Monster’s hand & fingernails scraping me on the way out.  When she touched his hand, he grabbed her finger!  During the delivery of his head I clung to Jesse’s arms behind me struggling to keep my tones low.  I think I pushed about five times to deliver his head & one arm.  When his head came I was finally able to release Jesse’s arms because that awful stinging pain from his hand was over.  Then between that last head push & the next contraction I touched the little Monster’s head & face & little hand.  It was precious.  I could tell he had hair just like Monkey did.  The next contraction I was holding his head & neck with my hands & I pushed & pushed & pushed until he finally popped out & I brought him up out of the water onto my chest.  THAT was incredible! I got to catch him myself!

Shortly after the little Monster was born & we were out of the pool, Monkey (15 months old) woke up. Jesse brought her out to meet her little brother.  She kept signing “Baby… baby… baby” and looking at him with the cutest little expressions on her face.

By 4am we were all back in bed for the rest of the night.  Carrie & Becky were gone & would return in the morning to check on us.

I am so glad we chose to have our little Monster at home.  It would have been free to have him at the hospital with Medicade, but then we would have been stuck in the hospital for however long & I wouldn’t have been able to catch him myself or birth in the water.  I am sooo thankful we were at home.  I was comfortable, it was peaceful, familiar & our Monkey could be there too to see her little brother when he was first born.  I wouldn’t trade my homebirth for anything.  We’ll do it again when #3 happens!!  I also feel so strong & powerful after birthing naturally.  I feel like I am the strongest woman in the world… like I can do anything! It’s an amazing empowering feeling.

Our Little Monkey… Baby #1


I had just started working a new job at our church & had worked for two weeks… when I found out I was pregnant again.  This time we had insurance so we were going to go to a doctor.  In the weeks before the first appointment I started coughing.  I wasn’t sick, just coughing.

At 9 weeks, I experienced the same symptoms i had experienced with our first baby… all my pregnancy signs went away – no more morning sickness, no more sleepiness… I got really scared.  I went to the doc & he did an ultrasound & found the baby & the heartbeat.  I was relieved.  However, over the course of the first trimester he just kept prescribing medications for the cough that the pharmacists would say were not good for the baby.  On top of that, I was just not comfortable with the doctor.  So, I called Dayspring & made an appointment!  I was so relieved to be in the care of people I felt cared about me & my baby.  I later discovered that the cough was due to acid reflux from being pregnant!

All my care at Dayspring was so wonderful.  The massages were so relaxing (thanks Susie!), my doula (thanks Becky!) was a wonderful support, Inga was amazingly encouraging and supportive.  On top of that, I felt very supported & encouraged in my desire to have a natural drug-free pregnancy & birth.

I quit working as planned on November 7th which was the first day I really felt any Braxton Hicks contractions.  I didn’t think much of it since I was only 38 weeks.  Then on Saturday, I had the contractions all day.  Nothing was painful, so again I thought nothing of it.  I went to Costco, bought all the stuff I thought I’d need for a long labor (my mom took 26 hours with me), & on the way home, the car broke down.  So, Jesse & I stayed up Saturday night changing out the alternator!  I held the flashlight & he swapped out the bad alternator for a good one!  We went to bed at about 10pm.

I slept soundly that night until about 1:30am when I started to toss & turn.  I got up thinking I didn’t want to wake Jesse up.  I started myself a pot of hot cereal because I was so hungry & while waiting for that, I lay down on the couch to read my Bible when all of a sudden I felt a very painful “spasm” in my cervix.  Then, a gush of fluid!  My eyes popped open… I just laid there in shock for a couple minutes & then got up.  My eyes still wide open, I laid down on the bed next to Jesse trying to figure out how to tell him our little Monkey’s birthday was going to be today!  I gently pushed on his shoulder… in a sense I didn’t want to say it because I was so afraid that it was time… was I going to be able to do this?  Was the pain going to be too much for me?  How long would it take?  Finally I got up the courage (after a couple painful contractions) to wake Jesse up.  He asked me if I should call Becky.  I said I didn’t really want to call her now because it was probably going to take a long time & I might as well just wait until it wasn’t such an ungodly hour of the day.  Thirty minutes later I decided to call!  Becky said to give it a little time & to trust my instincts & call her if I wanted to come in.  I really wanted to stay at home as long as possible.  Again, 30 minutes later, I called her up & said I was coming in!  We met at Dayspring at 4:30am.  I started pushing at 5:45am.  One of my worst fears was being a “screamer”, so the first couple times I started to scream I would clap my hand over my mouth!  I think I even shouted out during a contraction that I was doing this without drugs… I remember Inga laughing!  Forty minutes later our little Monkey was born & as beautiful as ever!  She was a healthy, 7 pound 5 ounce little girl with the thickest dark black hair you’ve ever seen!  She was perfect.  She is perfect!

Our little Monkey is such a blessing.  I hung her picture on the wall next to Gabriel’s … our little growing family.

I have so much to thank God & the team at Dayspring for.  They supported me through the pain of our first pregnancy & were an amazing support & encouragement through this one.  Their calm professionalism at the birth kept me focused & confident.  I knew I could do it… just one more push… just one more push.  And then, the little Monkey was born!  I did it!  The feeling of accomplishment was so strong.  I felt like a stronger woman on the way home!  Oh, that reminds me… we went HOME at 11:30am – when our Monkey was just 5 hours old!  I got to go home!  That was a beautiful thing.  I couldn’t stop talking to Jesse on the way home about how beautiful our little girl was & how I couldn’t believe that I had done that!  Naturally… no drugs.  So many people along the way told me that I’d give in & ask for drugs.  I’m so thankful that I pushed through the pain & did what was best for my baby.

LaLa… Baby #3


This is the story of the birth of our third child.  She was a Mother’s Day baby.


Who knows when “pre-labor” was… I suppose I could say three weeks ago it started!!  I tried timing contractions at Costco at lunchtime on Mother’s Day, but I’d forget to push the stop button on the timer so I couldn’t really tell if they were getting longer, stronger, closer together!  I quit timing because it just wasn’t painful enough to be considered labor.

At 4:00ish I laid on the couch to rest & read Monkey & Monster a story.  Monkey was sitting on my shoulders, Monster on my hips as I laid on my side on the couch reading a book.  Then I got a phone call from the sprinkler guy & I was talking to him & the kids were crawling all over me.  Shortly after I got off the phone I felt a large POP!  I swear I could almost hear it. …


POW!!!  “Oh my gosh, I think my water just broke!”

Jesse from the bathroom: “What?! Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure, just a sec.”  I stand up and GUSH!  “Um… yes, that’s affirmative, can I use the bathroom?

Monkey (turning 2½ the next day) follows me into the bathroom & notices my undies on the floor.  She leaves & in a second comes back with more undies & then grabs a pad from under the sink!  Anyway, I sit there for about three minutes texting my birth team (photographer, videographer, babysitter).  Then I get up, and before I got to the kitchen table, I was having a brutal contraction.  Now THIS is worth of timing!  Time to call the birth crew!!!  Ha ha!

So, I called, and got a voicemail… one of the midwives’ personal voicemail.  I just hung up and called again.  Same thing, so I left a message.  She called back soon after & I started blabbing … she interrupted and said, “Honey, I don’t have the phone.”  Okay… so how did I just call her… anyway… phone patched through to the wrong persons personal line.  She called the midwife on duty and a second later Inga called me… at which point I was in the middle of another doozie.  Inga said, “Hard at work?”  I said, “Ugh!”  She said, “On my way, go lay on the couch.”  So I did!  And how much I hated laboring lying down!  It was AWFUL!  A couple contractions after lying down I said, “I need to push!”  Jesse said, “Don’t you dare!”

So, I have no idea what time people started showing up… I was just in the middle of all this mayhem… trying to keep track of Monkey (2½ years) & Monster (14½ months) while Jesse got the pool set up & all the labor/birth supplies out, all while trying to monitor the turkey we had in the oven for dinner!  Monster was getting into the pump for the pool so Monkey “babysat” him while Jesse was busy!  It was chaotic to say the least.  I was in HARD labor, all of a sudden!  Jesse ended up asking the kids to stay on the couch, where they stayed until Lorie (friend & babysitter!) arrived.

So… I think the first person to arrive was Kim and she started helping out with the setup.  Then Inga arrived.  I made some comment about how much I hated being on the couch.  Inga said I could get up, she just didn’t want LaLa arriving before she did!  So I got up & knelt before my birth ball.  The relief was incredible.  Between contractions I talked to my kids who were still obediently sitting on the couch.  Monster was pretty traumatized, eyes as wide as saucers.  I wish I could have hugged him & loved on him some, but the contractions were coming too fast.

Finally, Lorie arrived (my friend, babysitter!)… the kids could be out of the room, and I could concentrate on the task at hand.

Everyone was still scurrying around the room setting up… Jesse was hauling hot water from the bathtub in a large pot while the hose tried desperately to fill the pool from the sink! Brittany was snapping pictures & shooting video.  Inga & Kim were testing the water & doing whatever else they do to get ready!  It was a race!  I was pushing, hard, but trying not to!  Inga finally said I could get in the pool but I’d have to sit because there wasn’t quite enough water.  I didn’t care… but I’d have to have this one more contraction out of the water.  Dang it!

As I lowered myself into the water I felt waves of relief wash over me!  Aaaaahhhh… I can do this… again!  It was so intense… I hadn’t had time to “get in the zone”… I didn’t have time to think!  It was just happening so fast.  A few contractions later I felt for her head inside of me & was surprised that she was so close.  A little later… the ring of fire hit & in the middle of a contraction I squeaked, “She’s coming already!”  I was so surprised!  As I pushed her head began to emerge.  I held her half-way out clear through to the next contraction.  Then I pushed, her head came, I gave another push & there she was!  Jesse & Inga both looked at the clock & said “58 mintues!”  Yeesh!


I tell you what, I’m glad I plan on delivering at home!  LaLa would have been born somewhere on the freeway or in the hospital lobby had not been a home-birther!

LaLa’s’ birth was the most intense of all three births… exciting, chaotic, rushed… but at the same time there was the peace & comfort of being in my own home knowing that I was being taken care of by people I loved & trusted.  I had no fear during the whole process, even though I wasn’t able to get into that place of complete control because I didn’t have time to get there.  It was a beautiful experience that I will never forget!  And the best Mother’s Day present ever!  I’m so thankful for my LaLa!