Joella's Birth Story




Well, Hello! And Happy New Year! Yes, it's 2016, and I don't even want to talk about the last time I blogged! YIKES!!! My excuse is that I had the cutest little workspace in my "office closet" that got transformed into my daughters closet. I'm that weird writer that can only work efficiently if I have a workspace. So, my hubby worked hard transformed rooms around and I'm sitting in my gorgeous new office! I can't wait to get back to blogging and VLOGGING!! I have so many things in the works. I'm not going to set any goals, I'm just going to go with the flow, because what else do you do when you are responsible for FIVE human beings?

But, enough about that, I'm here to talk about the day my DAUGHTER was born. Yes, I can say that now! I have a D A U G H T E R. A mini me, a little bff! She is 5 months old today, and I'm still in shock!

Her birth was pretty dramatic, I'm sure because she was a girl. I was hospitalized for a week in July because I was already dilated to a 2 and was having pretty strong contractions at 33 weeks. I was released on the morning of my baby shower, and was on strict bedrest! I enjoyed my shower so much, my 85 year old madear even made it out. We got showered in PINK, and took it all home to where I had to give Brendan instructions on where to put everything since I was not to lift a FINGER!

We waited day and night for the next two weeks, as I was still having contractions for sweet girl to make her grand debut, but NOTHING. We were prepped, packed, and all ready to go. My doctor loves me so much that she agreed that I was suffering way too much, so she stripped my membranes the morning of August 5th. Easy cheesy, no pain, and we headed home to rest a little, because I got light headed and dizzy afterwards. After going home and napping, we headed to the mall so I could walk her out.

We walked, and walked, and I even did squats. We bought a few outfits for the hospital, and even some cute last minute things for her. We tried everything, and still nothing. My contractions would get bigger, then stop. My best friend,twin, midwife stayed the night with us so she could be here in case I went into labor, and I just knew that morning around 4 am that I was in labor. Hubs and I threw on some shoes and walked a block around the house. I got back home and bounced on the exercise ball, and.... yep. They stopped. So back to sleep we went.

I woke up the morning of the 6th ON A MISSION! I spent almost the whole day on the exercise ball, and with a last leap of faith, we tried nipple stimulation. Boy did that skyrocket me into labor. I bounced through contractions for an hour, then told daddy it was GO TIME! The car was already packed, and our babysitter was here, so we ran out and headed to the hospital. I was still unsure if it was real labor because I had been having contractions for so long, but once I had to sit still in the car, I knew for sure, and hubby knew. He placed his hand on my belly and prayed for our delivery right as we pulled up to the hospital.

The nurses had just seen me before so they knew me, and got me all set up. I was hoping I would be complete when they checked me, like with Brevin, but I was only at 4. She said she would check me again in an hour, and if I was progressing, we could have her. I knew I was progressing, because by now, my contractions were taking my breath away. I talked to my family to take my mind off of them, and sure enough, she checked me and I was at FIVE! Hallelujah! It was time to meet our baby girl!!!!

I kept telling all my nurses how fast my labors were and that they needed to keep checking me but they just went about their business and moved SLOW. I looked at hubby and asked him if he would judge me if I got an epidural. I told him I just wanted to enjoy my last labor ever, because I'd already done the natural thing twice. He laughed and said I could do whatever I wanted, so I requested an epidural.

For what seemed like HOURS I labored through the worst contractions I've ever had. The doctor on call (Same on that delivered Brevin) broke my waters, and I really started feeling them. I kept asking where the anesthesiologist was, and the nurse kept reassuring me that he was coming. By now I was getting a contraction every 30 seconds. FINALLY, he came. As he was placing the needle in my back, I felt it, BOOM! Baby dropped, and it was time to push. I moved, but everyone held me still, I had no choice but to wait until he was done.

As soon as he finished, I told the nurse to check me. I couldn't even lie flat on my back. She checked me as I was sitting up, and as soon as she did, she reached over and pressed the call button. I told Brendan..."her head is right there" and the nurse looked at me like "crap" of course she told me not to push, and I said "IM PUSHING DAMNIT" Doctor Gordon got there just in time, and in two pushes, out came our sweet girl.

We all held our breath to wait for her cry, and there it was. The most beautiful sound. I waited for him to say "It's a girl" and then I started breathing again. They placed her on my chest and I just couldn't stop looking at her! She was HERE!!!! By the way, the only thing that was numb was my big toe! But it didn't matter!

That whole first day I couldn't stop staring at her. I just couldn't believe it. I put on her first bow,and I almost died. I changed her diaper and was still in disbelief that there wasn't a penis there.

Here we are 5 months later and nothing much has changed. She's definitely the star of the show. She has to be the easiest baby there ever were, and we are all smitten. If you haven't seen her birth video, here is a link to it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyQ5cJgjuak






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