Morgan's birth story

btw DH= dear husband
DS= dear son
VBAC= vaginal birth after cesarean
LO= little one


Name: Olivia Morgan Glynn
Due date: June 16th, 2010
DOB: May 30th, 2010
Weight: 5lbs 11oz
Length: 18 ½ in long

At 1am on Sunday May 30th, 2010 with a really stiff contraction, this seemed oddly familiar (LOL). Anyways I stayed lying down for awhile to confirm what was really going on. All the while I’m trying to convince myself that I am not in labor and that I’m just getting my hopes up and I should just go back to sleep. I tried dozing off but I could not for the life of me get comfortable and I tossed and turned trying to get through the contractions that I was desperately trying to ignore. Eventually I knew I wasn’t going to be able to doze off so I jumped into the bathtub and the contractions didn’t stop. I woke up my husband and I told him that I was going to walk up and down the block a few times to see what happened. I began my walk and was timing the contractions and they were coming five minutes apart and getting stronger and lasting longer each time. I knew this was it and I needed to go back inside and make sure that my babysitter was still lined up and I had everything I needed.
When I got inside I noticed that my DH was sitting up in bed, he apparently couldn’t get back to sleep either. He got up and helped me double check the bags and get Julen up and ready to go to his grandma Rosie’s. Morgan’s God-mommy Crystal was unfortunately stuck at work and near having an aneurism trying to figure out how to get to the hospital. By the time Rosie and Bre’Anna arrived my contractions were already getting stronger and closer together but I figured I was going to be in this for the long haul since my labor with Julen was 17hours long! We got to the hospital and went up to L&D checking in to the bright faces of my midwives. When I got into the room I was put on the monitors (which had to be continuous due to my attempting a VBAC) and checked. I was 4-5cms and 80% effaced with baby at -1 station. I labored for a bit pacing then walking the halls with my DH who tried to keep my spirits up and was there for me when I felt myself start to panic. One strong contraction hit and he suggested we head back to the room since my pain was getting up there. When I reached the room they gave me the “just-in-case” IV port. I was checked again and I was at 6cms. By this point in time my labor was really starting to ramp up and I asked to get into the tub even though it had made my labor HELL with Julen.
When I got into the tub Donna helped me to get into a relaxed zone which worked so well I actually got through four or five really strong contractions by maintaining my focus. After that though things REALLY started to speed up, I could feel my cervix stretching with each and every contraction. The pressure started to increase and I actually began OHMing! The vocalization helped for a bit but then I knew things were getting intense. I was starting to get a little desperate for some relief and I started talking to Morgan telling her “down, down, down” and boy did she listen. My midwife wanted to check me to see where I was at and I knew it was time to get the f*** out of the tub! I barely made it to the bed and was checked when I was told that I was at 9cms and fully effaced. I was told that when Morgan pushed I could “push back” about 3 contractions later I started getting to the “I just want to be done and see my little girl!” stage. After a couple times “pushing back” my contractions were coming one on top of the other I was checked again quickly and was told I was complete and it was time to start pushing!
DH and a nurse held my legs as my midwife led directed pushing. I was scared that I was going to suck at it since it was my first time, I was actually told that I’m a “fantastic pusher” haha. I got a really bad case of hiccups mid pushing which in hindsight is hilarious! My husband was amazing, he helped me the most of anyone in the room. His eyes soothed me when I thought that I wanted to give up but he kept telling me I could do it and he could see her head and that our baby was almost there. Every time he looked down I could see the excitement welling in him and it spurred me on completely. I felt her starting to get close to crowning and the sensation put me into a zone where all I could think of was puuuuushing from that place and getting her out. An assisting nurse called out “aaaawe she has red hair!” to which I replied “WHAT?!?!?!??!” I broke my own water shortly after and then that made everything suddenly much more “real and close”. I pushed as hard as I can and I felt her crown I pushed three times through it and I threw my head back and DH said “she’s here!” It almost didn’t register to me and I whispered “what?” before looking back down and seeing my beautiful daughter in my midwife’s hands and I lost it. I was elated and full of the most indescribable happiness. I felt so accomplished, so strong, like I could do anything!
They put her to my chest and I just held her and told her how beautiful she was. She looked so small! I had her skin to skin and was just unbelievably emotional. It was such a difference from my son’s birth experience. She has been feeding well, she’s very tired and I’ve been hosting guests and trying to keep everything in order while trying to build that amazing bond with my baby. For you moms out there who are pregnant with your second baby and you may be thinking that you might not love your second as much as your first I SWEAR you will!
DS came and saw his little sister this evening, he’s still pretty much oblivious to her existence and I’m hoping that things go well when we go home. I’m gonna go now so I can take care of LO and try to get some rest GOOD LUCK GIRLS!!!