People love to talk about the birth of their children.
Regardless of what happens,
It’s one of the most memorable and important days of your life.
Tell us about it!
I’d love to hear your story.
The day my son was born started very, very early in the morning.
I had a c-section scheduled for like 7am so I had to be at the hospital at like 5am.
Me, my husband and sister arrived exactly on time.
The baby’s daddies were about ten minutes late,
But they got Starbucks for everyone (not me of course) so it was cool.
While we were all waiting for me to go in the OR,
They told us the name of the baby.
It was so beautiful and unique.
Also his first name and middle name began with the first letters of my husband and my name.
Right about the time I was emotional they wheeled me off to the OR and I got a giant needle in my back.
Worst feeling ever.
The nurses kept saying “It’s for the good of the baby” so I endured.
After getting the little curtain up (so you can’t see your own surgery) I lost all feeling in my lower body.
The doctor and my husband came in and we got to business.
The look in my husband’s eyes was priceless.
He definitely saw some of my guts and didn’t want to.
But he held my hand and told me how great I was doing.
The hospital made an exception and allowed my sister and the daddies to stand in the hall right outside the OR so they could hear when the baby was born.
Usually people have to wait in the regular waiting room.
After seemingly forever,
We heard that super distinct panicky newborn baby screaming and the doctor announcing he was a boy.
I knew he was a boy but we had asked not to know until birth.
My husband and I immediately started crying.
After a little bit of me, my husband and our newborn baby crying, the baby had to go to be examined while I got sewn up.
That’s when I started changing our very planned out, set in stone birth plan.
I told my husband I wanted him to stay with the baby and leave me.
He did.
So it was just me and the anesthesiologist at this point.
She was also getting emotional.
She told me she could give me “the good drugs” now and I delightfully accepted.
More to come.
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Honestly, it was an awful experience. My oxygen dipped so low my whole body and face were twitching like crazy. Then they realized they hadn’t been checking my oxygen at all. So they gave me oxygen. But then my heart struggled with the labor and my dr started running down the hall with my bed to get me to cardiology as fast as possible. It was a total sh*t show. My daughter was facing the wrong way and it was excruciatingly painful. I tore not only full on the outside but on the inside too. But, once she was there and everything was ok, it was all worth it. I love her completely. She’s a beautiful soul
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Even the more traumatizing birth stories are beautiful in their own way.
What we’re willing to put up with for the sake of our children is ■■■■■■■ incredible.
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Yeah. You’re right.
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I was pregnant with twins. Our first and only children. I was seeing a maternal fetal specialist since I was carrying twins, along with an OB. The specialist told me that my son dropped from 25 percentile to 5 percentile and that he needed to be born right now. It was the only time the doctor came out to talk to me at one of those appointments.
I was 38 weeks. At 34 weeks I went into early labor because I think I was measuring 40 weeks. The doctor stopped the labor with morphine.
Anyway, they called my OB. Then I talked with her. She said to go to the hospital that evening and they would give me pitocin to start the labor process. Well, the pitocin didn’t work.
My daughter was baby A or the first one in line to be born. The doctor broke her water the next day around noon. The labor progressed really quickly after that. The doctor said it was a tough bag of water that needed to be broken for labor to progress and that’s why they weren’t born sooner. From 34 weeks on I was dilated to a 3-4 and 70-80% effaced.
They finally wheeled me to the operating room. I had to give birth there in case one of them turned and I needed a c-section. They were born at 1:39 and 1:42. It was a regular birth. My husband and I cried when they were born.
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Thanks @Charles_Foster!
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After I got “the good drugs” super chatty.
Told the anesthesiologist I wanted to open a restaurant.
I have never wanted to open a restaurant in my life.
I must have been soaring.
After surgery I got wheeled into recovery where my morphine drip and sister were waiting for me.
I asked how the baby was and she told me he was great.
That he was doing skin to skin contact with his daddies.
They recommend that.
The birth plan began to change again when I said I wanted to see the baby.
My plan was to recover day one and allow the daddies that first day alone with him.
But I was all wonky on pain killers and emotional.
My sister said that was fine and she got my husband.
My husband tried to tell me it wasn’t part of the birth plan but I didn’t care and at that time,
He was still solely my child so I pulled that card and they brought me my baby.
Together we (me, my sister, husband and daddies) went to what we now refer to as “the princess suite”.
It was not only the biggest private room in the OB, but in the hospital.
I held him and everybody kind of stood around.
He looked just like my husband.
One of the daddies pointed out some features that were more similar to me,
But all I could see was how very much he looked like my husband.
I let the daddies have the baby back and they went to their own room.
My sister, husband and I cried for what seemed like forever.
I knew I was about to give the most important part of me away and it hurt in my very soul more than any other pain I’ve felt before or since.
The hospital staff was really nice.
The second day, I couldn’t get a hold of myself.
I wasn’t crying anymore, I was just wailing
The guys wanted me to see the baby again and I wanted to see him too.
I didn’t want to cry in front of the guys, I really didn’t, but I just couldn’t stop.
They looked so scared when they brought in the baby.
Until that point I hadn’t considered what they might be feeling.
Fear that I may not go through with the adoption,
Possibly guilt for the pain I was feeling,
And undoubtably a lot of anxiety about the whole process.
We got a group picture.
I don’t remember the rest of that day because they started giving me a lot of benzos on top of the pain killers after that.
I was getting a little hysterical.
More to come.
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The third day was the worst day.
The attorney was supposed to meet us at the hospital in the morning at 9am.
She didn’t arrive until after noon.
I was in so much physical and emotional pain.
The daddies were a nervous wreck.
I remember signing the adoption papers.
The daddies weren’t allowed to be in the room.
I was crying so much I could hardly see my own signature much less read any of it.
I know what it said.
We had our own attorney that had made everything very clear months and months before.
When I was done with the papers, we left the hospital.
As we left, tearful nurses told me it was their honor to be my nurse and gave me all their best wishes.
One doctor, who was an Navy vet, opened the door for me to walk out into the world.
He was crying about as much as I was.
Clearly our story had circulated among staff.
I know the daddies left shortly after I did.
We met up a couple days later when I started producing milk.
I got to see him, hold him and feed him.
It was good to see the three of them as a new family unit.
They looked like they always belonged together even though the baby was just born.
We saw them every week or so until the adoption was finalized by a judge.
After that they moved to another country for their work.
My son is 9 now and we see him a couple times a year and video chat monthly.
Just the way we said we’d do while I was still pregnant.
The daddies have been amazing parents.
My only concern is that he’s a little spoiled,
But that’s a good problem to have.
That’s my birth story!
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Thank you for listening, guys!
That was very therapeutic.
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Not the one who gave birth, but I was there for it. Have a funny story if folks are interested.
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I’d love to hear it.
It was a dark and stormy night…
I knew a woman,
Kind of a hypochondriac,
That went to the hospital several times with false alarms.
She thought she was in labor almost every day.
The hospital would send her home almost immediately.
Well, one time they turned her away, she walked out into the parking lot and it happened.
She gave birth to her daughter right there at the front of the emergency department on the sidewalk.
I forgot to add that my epidural was so strong (in case I needed a c-section) that I could barely feel the contractions.
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They gave my wife an epidural prior to the birth. Inserting it is kind of painful. She was facing me and tried to bunch up my shirt in her hands while they were inserting it. Except she wasn’t bunching up my shirt, she actually had handfuls of my skin. A week later we’re at home in bed and Jen is looking at my chest, which is all blue and yellow…
“What happened to you???”
“YOU.”
Also of interest, the kid was 10 lbs, 12 oz. and 23 1/2 inches long. None of the newborn clothing diapers we had fit - bought more stuff on the way home with her.
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I’ve had five babies. All five were csections, but they were all different.
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Was the only c section planned at 38 weeks. He was breech. He came out perfectly though.
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I went for my 36 week checkup to the doctor. I was deep in ecclampsia. They delivered two hours later. Best hospital room ever, though.
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I was in the hospital for seven weeks straight on strict bed rest before she was born. I spent 4th of July watching the fireworks outside my room. It was beautiful. I had a seizure eventually and they delivered immediately. I had ecclampsia again. She was born only three weeks early though. I bled badly. Had to have emergency support to save me.
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She was born at 36 weeks. My biggest baby, 11lbs, 12 oz. I could barely walk towards the end. Uncontrolled diabetes. She was born screaming as they were pulling her out. Still loves to be loud.
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My worst pregnancy. I developed HELLP at 26 weeks. They told me I was going to die as I was bleeding internally and they had to deliver immediately. The emergency doctor told us while he was cutting me open, that she wasn’t going to live. She was born at 1 lb, 4oz. Was in NICU for three hellish months. But now she’s eight and perfectly healthy.
Sometimes I wish I had normal pregnancies, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.
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Those are some incredible stories, @anon55031185.
I also had eclampsia and it’s the reason for my c-section.
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They’re perfect.
Beautiful family, @anon55031185.
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