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Zoe Soleil Howell Sex: girl Born: 30 May, 2008 Age: 0 years & 57 days Birthday in: 308 days Starsign: Gemini Development: See the 1 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Birth details

Type of delivery: Vaginal (without pain relief)
Duration of labor: 16 hours
Weight @ birth: 7 lbs 14 oz
Length @ birth: 22 inches

Zoe-Soleil-Howell`s birthstory

I feel like I got hit by a bus. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I`ll do an update later. She`s gorgeous!!!!
Labor was BRUTAL...omg...however, I didn`t rip and I didn`t need stitches, thank you LORD!!!

Ok, if I can be the international spokesperson for membrane sweeps, I'd do it FREE OF CHARGE. After the membrane sweep, I felt fine. I came home and sat on the couch and started talking my usual smack about how the doctor didn't know what he was doing. I started getting a few minor period-like cramps with sloppy bowel movements, so in my mind, I'm thinking, "Oh, I'll probably go into REAL labor tomorrow". If anybody out there watches "The Wire", then you MUST feel me on this next statement.
"SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT"







By the time 9 pm came around, I LITERALLY thought I was going to die. Those little minor cramps turned into...I have no idea. I started to become really sick to my stomach, but I didn't think I was going to throw up. BOY WAS I WRONG.

The lesson learned of that night was to ALWAYS VOMIT WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED. For about 3 hours, Kam had to hold a plastic bag about an inch from my face. I've always heard that this could happen to pregnant women, but I never thought that I would be one of the lucky ones to become extremely sick during labor. Once I started to vomit, it was like I couldn't stop. I literally couldn't control it! It was like...some evil entity was holding my mouth open and making me dry heave even when nothing was coming out.
Eventually I managed to sit my behind in the bathtub, which was a good and bad experience. The good? I stopped vomiting and my contractions became less painful. The bad? Instead of having my contractions every 5 minutes (I vowed not to go to the hospital until they were at least 2 minutes apart), my contractions were now coming 10 minutes apart. I feared that being in that tub was going to slow down my labor, but I didn't really give a hell at this point and time. I stayed in that bathtub for a good 2 hours, draining out the cold water and filling it up with warm water abouuuuuuuut...hmmm, lets say 30-40 times.
When I got out of the bathtub, I couldn't even put my own panties on. So Kam and my mom had to lotion me up. I thought it was kind of suspect how my mom threw a towel around my head and kind of rushed me past the mirror, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. I just layed out on the bed, stark booty naked, and let them put lotion on me and get me dressed for the hospital. No more than 5 minutes out of the bathtub, those wretched contractions came back with a vengence.

*sidenote* THIS WENCH OF A NURSE JUST CAME INTO MY ROOM EARLY AS HELL WITH A SERIOUS ATTITUDE...I guess she wasn't a nurse...more like a janitor, hell, I really don't care. I guess she was here to switch out the towels and change the bed pads...she didn't even GREET me, didn't even speak...she's slamming the doors super loud and woke up Kam...thank God the baby is in the nursery...I seriously had to stop typing and stare at her *ss with a full frontal side-eye, hoping she'd see me and say, "Oh, I'm sorry, am I too loud?" This trollop just continued to bang sh*t around!!! PLEASE let me be released from this hospital today. These people that work at this hospital are all evil. If you aren't good with people, let me tell you, DO NOT WORK WITH PEOPLE. Leave your problems at the got d*mn door B*TCH!!!!!!!

For all of the women who are currently pregnant that may be reading this...I really don't want to scare you, so I'll leave out the details of the pain. I mean, it really went by as a blur. But every time a contraction came, I screamed at my mom and Kam for not helping me. (I feel awful now that I think about it, because there was nothing they could really do) Every time Kam broke down and asked the nurse if I could get an epidural, I screamed at him for not thinking I was strong enough. (I really think I lost my mind) This went on for a good 5 hours. Eventually, I just had to succumb to the pain. It was to the point where I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry...I was literally praying for God not to take me higher until my daughter was born safely into this world. I couldn't walk to use the bathroom, I couldn't do anything...I had to get a catheter without ANY type of numbing medicine or anything because the nurse didn't want me to start peeing everywhere...as a matter of fact...did I? *shrug* Eventually I broke down and said I couldn't take it anymore. I demanded an epidural, and eventually the tears came. I felt like such a failure, but I just KNEW I was going to die if I didn't get it. The nurse came in and checked me, and said the best words I've ever heard. "You're already at 10!"
My nurses name was Madonna, and I love her. No, seriously, I considered naming my child Madonna for a quick second because I felt I owed my life to her. My mother who is Mrs. Natural-woman started asking her questions about episiotomey, (f*cka spell check right now, I'm lazy and angry) and told her how I didn't want one. For some reason at that hospital, the doctors give out episiotomies (I know I spelled it wrong again) to be on the "safe side", but I don't agree with cutting! Anyhoo, Madonna said something to me about rubbing something on my peri-something area, and she began going in CIRCLES around my vagina. The weirdest feeling in the world. But apparently, this helped me 100%, because I didn't tear, rip, or need stitches. The actual delivery...pain isn't an adequate word to describe it. With 40 minutes of pushing with 4 ppl holding my legs down and me screaming at the top of my lungs "I CAN'T DO THIS SHIT!!!!"

Zoe Soleil Howell was born at 1:20 pm. My biggest regret: NOT GETTING AN EPIDURAL. I will never punish myself like that again! I got what I asked for; I've learned my lesson!!
What I don't regret: NOT BEING MEDICALLY INDUCED!!! My baby was born COMPLETELY healthy...no meconium on the inside...her heart rate never fluctuated...she was never in distress, and she was a nice size.
Oh, remember when my mother kind of rushed me past the mirror? When I was finally able to make it to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and SCREAMED. My left eye is BLOOD RED. Yup, I popped a blood vessel when I was puking, and I've been diagnosed with eye strain. So for the first day and night, I could barely see straight. Isn't that wretched? Kam, who is very "manly" with his emotions broke down crying when Zoe was born, which was extremely sweet but VERY weird for me to see...its kind of like seeing your Dad cry for the first time...wait...or is it? *shrug* He is in LOVE with her. He actually sings to her and he's awesome with her, and he changes all of her meconium diapers!!!
Ok, I have people coming in every 5 minutes since like, 6 am...they knock and open the door at the same d*mn time...and they stand out in the hallway and talk loud, saying things like "OOOOOOOOOOOH CHIIIILE, AINT THAT THA TRUTH?!!!" and they cackle...like they've been smoking since they were 13. Who hires the help? I mean really...

I have pics on my Myspace page. Its easier to upload, vs trying to upload the pics on this page and only getting black images. I can't, therefore I won't. :)

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