Here's our birth story.....
So as a lot of you know, ever since I discovered I was pregnant I wanted to try to have a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) Well, my doctor didn't schedule me to be induced because she didn't think I would make it to 39 weeks since I was already 80% effaced, dilated to a 3, lost my mucus plug and the baby's head was so low. I had an appointment on November 23rd, the 8th day of the 10 days that I had a chance to have a VBAC since my doctor would be available (see previous post). At my appointment my doctor asked if I wanted to be induced the next day. This surprised me, but I told her I would, but only if the baby would be ok. She said she wasn't allowed to induce anyone before 39 weeks, but that if I was going to try to have a VBAC, then this would be the time to do it, since she would still be available. She told me she would also talk to the doc that would be at the hospital to watch me since she herself would have to be at the office with appointments (in order for me to have a VBAC a doctor would have to be in the hospital the whole time in case something went wrong, but since she never scheduled me, she had to have her partner there all day; when it came time for me to deliver, my doc would still be the one to come and deliver our baby). She put me on the monitor to see if I was contracting any, and if I was she could induce me. Unfortunately I was only contracting a little. Another problem was that the hospital was full and there wasn't any room for me. My doctor told me to arrive at the hospital at 6:30 AM the next day and go to triage anyway. Hopefully I would be contracting more then and they would make room for me. I then asked her what I could do to contract more. She leaned over and whispered, "Go on a really long walk,"and then mentioned...a couple other suggestions.
I called Jon and told him the plan and asked him what he thought about me being induced. He felt it was the right decision and felt good about our baby being alright. Unfortunately during our conversation he told me that Adon had gotten sick and threw up a couple of times. I felt bad for the poor little guy, but at the same time I couldn't help but think, "What timing! This isn't a good time to get sick!" I ran an errand and when I got home I did what she suggested. Jon and I arranged for the boys to be watched the next morning so we could go to the hospital to have our baby. The next morning I was still worried that I wouldn't be contracting enough, so when we arrived at the hospital, we parked the car in the garage and walked the long way to the opposite side of the hospital to check in. I wanted to make sure I was doing enough to contract. If I wasn't, I was afraid they would turn us away.
When I got to triage, they had me get into my hospital gown and put me on the monitor. Everything worked! I was contracting about every 5 minutes. After being in the triage for about 10 minutes the phone rang. It was my doctor! She told them to admit me to the hospital because I would be having a baby. We were admitted, and around 8:00 AM my doctor came in and broke my water and shortly thereafter put me on pitocin. By the time I got my epidural I was around 4 cm to 5 cm. My contractions were pretty intense at this point. Around noon they checked me again and I was already 8 cm. An hour later around 1:00 PM I was at 10 cm, so my nurse told me I could push whenever I was ready. But I had just gotten a popsicle, so I asked if I could finish it first :) It felt really weird, I couldn't believe I was already at 10 cm and I could push whenever I wanted. They weren't in any hurry because my doc said I could "labor down" for a little while (that's when I continue contracting without pushing, since it can help give the baby a head start, but it's easier on my uterus than actively pushing). After I was done with my popsicle I told my nurses I was ready to push. I pushed for a while and made progress, but our daugther's head got stuck on my pelvis. We tried a couple of things, but she wasn't budging so after trying a few more times my doc arrived and took action. She didn't want my scarred uterus laboring for hours, so did what she could to speed up the delivery. She had to use forceps, and gave me a episiotomy, and then she was out in no time! They placed her on my belly as they cleaned her off. She was so beautiful! Jon was able to cut her umbilical cord and soon after, she was cleaned off and weighed etc. I was able to hold her in my arms for the first time!
It was such a wonderful experience! This experience was so special to me (and Jon) since we didn't get to do this before. Everything we hoped for with the boys turned out completely differently. Either way I am glad I have been able to experience both. I can relate to mother's who have had similar experiences to mine and for that I am grateful! Unfortunately, as I was in the hospital, Karsten got sick and threw up, like Adon had before. On Thanksgiving day when Jon came to pick me up he got sick and two days later I also got it! It was a tough few days, but fortunately our baby girl didn't get it. We had a lot of help from a lot of good friends and family and appreciate all of your help and support especially when we needed you the most. Thanks so much!
Here are some pictures.....
The morning I was admitted; on our way to triage!
Dr. Weisert with our NEW little girl!
Right out of the oven!









This was a Happy Thanksgiving--one that we'll never forget! We are most grateful for our Heavenly Father for coming through for us. He always does. We knew he would. We are also grateful for a fantastic doctor who did everything she could to help us have a VBAC. She really came through for us. As a result, we now have a new beautiful baby girl and had a dream come true! We have appreciated all of your thoughts, support, and prayers! Thanks again!






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