Wyatt James Sex: boy Born: 06 April, 2010 Age: 1 years & 315 days Birthday in: 50 days Starsign: Aries Development: See the 22 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Birth details

Original due date: March 25th, 2010
Type of delivery: Vaginal (with pain relief)
Duration of labor: 25 hours
Weight @ birth: 9lbs 5oz
Length @ birth: 22.5 inches

Labor was exhausting! Basically laid there for 25 hours… Started at 7am Monday morning and didn’t finish til 8:15am Tuesday. The had started a pitocin drip Monday. It got contractions started but then, just like the first time, they petered out and eventually quit. The pit got turned off around 5pm and they had me walk around and wanted to see if I was off it for a couple hours, if it would give my body a chance to rest so that labor would start again once the pit was started. I wasn’t put back on it later on. The OB came in and talked to me about Cytotec. It’s a tiny pill they insert vaginally and it releases hormones. The best part of it though was that I COULD EAT!!! I had 3 cups of broth that day and I even snuck a couple crackers. I think I lost at least 5 lbs before I even had the baby!
Got the pill at 8 and was able to fall asleep. They checked me at midnight (the pill dosage is every 4 hours) and I was having contractions that I didn’t feel. But at least I was having them! Got another pill inserted after they checked me (did I mention I had been 2cm from Thursday til the 2nd dose of Cytotec?!) That second pill got things fired up. They were talking about starting the pit back up once my contractions were pretty regular but never did. My body took off on its own and man oh man did it HURT! I was able to sleep from midnight til around 4, since the contractions didn’t start off bad. From 4-5am I laid in bed concentrating on breathing. They weren’t horrible but not dull enough to where I could sleep. At 5:30 my water broke on its own (they were planning on breaking it at 6 when the OB got back up there) and from then on it was horrible. I breathed through what I could while Kamil sat next to me rubbing my arm. I feel kind of sorry for men when it comes to this… as silly as it sounds lol. At least I do for Kamil! Kind of. Just because he sat there and didn’t know how to help me. He would just rub my arm and try to take my mind off the pain. When my water broke I think I was about a 4 or 5. Each time I had a contraction, I begged Kamil to get me the epi. It was on its way but it seems they like to take their time! I went between crying while contracting, which doesn’t help the case and breathing… I’m sure I looked like a football player. My face was all scrunched up as I tried to breath hahaha. They finally came in to take some blood and then FINALLY the anest. Came in to give me my epi. It was the same one that did my epi when I was having Alyvia. I didn’t tell her that, but I did tell her that the epi never worked with Alyvia and I demanded it work this time. It actually did! I was much more calm as they put it in, even while contracting.

After getting the epi, I was checked and was 6-7cm. Kamil came back in and I was having contractions on my right side, down in the spot that’s been hurting me the last couple of months. I was laying on that side, seeing if the epi juice would flow that way, since the nurse told me it’s kind of gravitational. Within 10 mins, the contractions went away and returned in my butt. I HATE THAT FEELING! Pooping is one thing but man. When they hit your butt and all that pressure… BAH! I told the nurse that I felt like I had to poop and she laughed and checked me again. I had jumped from 6-7cm to pretty much a 10. She said there was still a sliver that needed to finish but if I felt the urge to push, to try and maybe that would help it along. Maybe 3 mins later the pressure got a lot worse, she checked me and I was ready to go! They helped me flip on my back and told me when I felt I had to push, to grab the bars on the side of the bed and give it all I had. For one contraction, I would push really well. The next contraction, my body would give out and I’d fall back crying, telling them I couldn’t do it anymore. I was so emotional and so exhausted from laboring for basically 25 hours.. I couldn’t decide what I wanted or what I could do!

I really loved the nurse that had been with me and helped deliver me. She reminded me of a NICE biker chick. She had a Harley Davidson pin on her scrub top, short hair that was kind of purply and was just really awesome. She held on to me while I pushed and kept whispering to me that I was almost there, that she knew how tired I was but I was ALMOST THERE. I could feel the baby’s head inching its way down the birth canal and I hate that feeling too lol. Finally I felt his head pushing against my cervix and unlike last time, instead of screaming out something I shouldn’t have screamed, I yelled once, grunted and there was his head! My OB (she delivered Alyvia too!) wanted me to stop pushing so she could suction his nose and mouth but I was yelling I couldn’t stop. I don’t know how they think you can! So she told me to keep going and out he came :D I looked at him when they laid him on my belly then closed my eyes and… started LAUGHING… hahahahah. I have no idea why. I had the OB and nurses cracking up, especially Stephanie, the one that had been holding on to me. They asked me if I wanted to see him before they took him to the warming bed. I said no, I already seen him (I think part of me wanted to throw up.. lol) and then asked Kamil if he wanted to cut the cord. He said no and kept sitting, rubbing my arm. I thought it was weird but later on, I figured that it had been 12 hours since he had ate anything and had he stood up to cut the cord, he would have seen everything else and would have had to sit right back down (he told me he felt queasy later on).

Ahhhh it felt so great to get him out! I didn’t have to be cut and I didn’t tear. The OB congratulated me, saying that this one was A LOT more controlled than my first delivery and that was probably why I didn’t. I didn’t pass out when they got me up to pee, either! Twice, when Stephanie came to mash my belly, she kept telling me I had to pee cuz my full bladder was stopping my uterus from contracting and getting smaller like it was supposed to. I had ordered breakfast and got really light headed and asked her to just put a cathader (sp!) in cuz I didn’t trust myself to get up yet. Once I did get up though, I only fell right before I sat on the toilet cuz my left leg, which had been completely numb, gave out. But a nurse caught me. It was great! I feel pretty good too, besides being tired and my back hurting. I don’t think the epi messed me up. I think it’s probably because of the crappy beds they have and from trying to learn how to move not being pregnant and holding/nursing Wyatt.

I'm so happy to have him now. He'll be two weeks old tomorrow (4.20) and time is flying by way too quickly! His little sister loves him to death. I was so nervous about how she would act around him. Especially since she hadn't seen me or her daddy for a few days and then couldn't come up to the hospital cuz she got sick. Then the night she comes home finally was the night we brought Wyatt home... so instead of just getting mommy and daddy to herself, she had a baby brother too. It took her a bit to warm up to him, but now she loves him :) She always wants to hold him, she tells him "no cry, Wut!" when he's crying and will constantly love on him. I love being a mommy of two!!

Alyvia Paige Nerwuca Sex: girl Born: 28 May, 2008 Age: 3 years & 263 days Birthday in: 102 days Starsign: Gemini Development: See the 32 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Birth details

Alyvia-Paige-Nerwuca`s birthstory

Kamil & I woke up Tuesday morning (the 27th) rather early, cuz he had to help my dad out at the warehouse. I went with him, and took our bunny Booh - she had a vet appt. later that day. On our way in, I got some pretty strong contractions. They actually took my breath away! But of course, they were so few and far between, we didn't bother timing them. I just took them as a sign that within a few days, I'd be holding my baby girl.

Once we got back home that afternoon, I was online, talking to a few girls I had become friends with - all complaining we STILL hadn't had our babies! While sitting at the computer, I had this weird feeling, and felt like I may have peed myself. I ran into the bathroom, yanked my pants down, and sat down. I peed. On my panty liner though, I had noticed a rather large wet spot, and got kind of excited. I yelled out to Kamil "Babe!! I think my water just broke!!" He heard this before, so he didn't get excited hahah. He just told me to sit around and wait to see what happens. So I did just that. I went right back to the computer, and it happened again. I started to get excited, and ripped my pants off in the middle of the living room, and some fluid started to leak out. I called out to Kamil again - "Babe, I DEFINITELY THINK MY WATER BROKE!" He says "what are we supposed to do now?" I just stood there and stared at him, then shrugged my shoulders. I thought for sure I knew what should happen, but my mind blanked! (This was around 1:00 pm)

He got up and started running around the house, grabbing things, saying "we need to pack our bag! We need to get the car packed!" I waddled upstairs to help him pack our big bag, grabbing random things and throwing them on the bed. Once we got everything in the car, we headed for the hospital. I was getting nervous, and thought that once we got there, they'd just tell me I peed myself, and to quit being a silly girl and go home! Kamil mentioned that he liked the fact that we didn't know if I was really in labor, cuz he could calmly drive to the hospital, instead of driving like a maniac. I just rolled my eyes.

Once we got there, it was almost 2 pm, I waddled into L&D with Kamil at my side, told the lady at the front desk I thought my water had broke, and she took us into an observation room, and sent a midwife in. The midwife had me strip from the waist down so she could check to see if I was dialated, effaced, and to swab my insides to see if my water had truly broken. I was 1 cm dialated and 80% effaced. She took the swab and went to test it, saying she'd be back as soon as the test was done. At first, before swabbing, she said that she really thought my water had broke. But after swabbing, she said now she didn't think so! So I was rather discouraged. I laid there, talking to Kamil, waiting for her to come back. About 10 mins before she did, I felt a big gush, and looked at Kamil wide - eyed, saying "if my water hadn't broke this morning, it definitely did just now!" When the midwife got back, I told her I just had a big gush of fluid, so she checked again. She didn't even have to swab that time - she was 100% positive it was my water! Before taking us to a L&D room, she asked me a million and one questions, and had me change into a gown. Kamil grabbed our stuff, and we followed her into our room. Because my water had broke, but I wasn't having any serious contractons, they put an IV into my right arm, and started a pitocin drip. Mind you, I went in there completely sent on having a natural delivery. (I think around 5 or 6 pm. My time is all messed up!)

Within in 5 mins of getting the pitocin started, my contractions started coming in waves. At first, they weren't so bad, I could breath through them, and then I was ok. I was checked again, and at that point, I was 1.5 cm dialated and almost completely effaced. Kamil started to call my dad, my mom, and his parents, to let them know that I was in labor, and that in at least a day, we'd have our baby girl. Everybody got real excited, and my mom tried to invite herself into the delivery room. Again.. Lol.

Around 8 pm, my contractions were at least a minute apart, and were absolutely HORRIBLE. The nurse I had at that time suggested that I try getting into the jacuzzi, to see if that helped. As I sat on the edge of the bed and hung onto Kamil, she started the water, told us how it worked, and left, saying she'd be back in a half hour to check my progress. I stepped in and sat down. The water was great, it helped my back. But it did nothing for the contractions. It felt like a knife was being shoved into my abdomen and dragged across. Everytime I felt one coming, I'd wrap my arms around Kamil's neck and bury my face into his chest, trying to breath. He kept telling me "just breath. Find a happy place, and it won't hurt as bad. You're doing great.. just breath." He was SUCH a good labor coach - he really amazed me. He stuck by my side and helped me through each and every contraction. After only 5 mins in the tub, I couldn't stand it anymore. I was crying and telling him I just wanted to go home, I didn't want to be in labor, and kept asking him to please make the pain go away. He told me I could get the epi, and he wouldn't think any less of me. I told him I wanted it, but was so scared to get a needle in my back, that I just didn't think I could do it. But then, I couldn't do it naturally, either! He helped me out of the tub and by the time the nurse got back, I was dried off and dressed in my gown. I told her the tub didn't help a bit, and she suggested walking this time. I was only 2 cm dialated.

Kamil & I walked the halls of the L&D unit. He pulled the IV cart behind him, and let me hang on to him while we walked. Whenever a contraction hit, he'd pull me over to the wall, wrap his arms around my waist so I could wrap my arms around his neck, and he'd gently sway side to side as I'd rotate my hips. He'd whisper in my ear how great of a job I was doing, and was constantly telling me to find a happy place and go there. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. We got back to the room, and he left to find our nurse, and told her I needed the epidural. She came in, checked me again (I was still only 2 cm), and went to put the order into the anesthesiologist. Within 20 mins, she was there, along with our new nurse cuz they had a shift change. While I was being prepped for the epi, Kamil was told he wasn't allowed to be in the room while I was getting it done. This made me cry, and I think he may have had a couple tears in his eyes - he really doesn't like to see me in pain. As he walked out the door, I started to cry again, and the nurse, Jessica, asked me what was wrong. I told her how scared I was, and didn't think I could do this. She encouraged me, and gave me her hand to hold.

The epi really wasn't that bad. It didn't hurt besides when I was given a local numbing shot. It was just all the weird feelings I got as the catheder was being put in that scared me. By the time it was all done, my right leg was going numb, and Kamil was allowed back in the room. My right side was numb, except from my knee down, but that was still tingly and I couldn't move it without help. I could feel everything on my left side :(

Eventually the contractions on my left side died down, even though they still hurt like crazy. An hour after getting the epi, I was checked, and I had jumped from 2-4. This was around 11:30 pm. I laid on my left side, in the dark, while Kamil tried to take a nap. I tried getting some rest, cuz the nurses didn't think I'd deliver until the next afternoon. My contractions moved from my left side to my butt. Every time I got one, I felt bad pain and a lot of pressure in my butt. It was weird! I'd breath through those - at least they were more bareable than the ones in my belly. At around 12:30 am, Kamil went to get the nurse to tell her that I was feeling a lot of pressure. She checked me and I was a 5. She left, and as soon as she did, the contractions got worse and worse. I was crying and couldn't control my breathing. He ran to get the nurse again (almost 1 am) and when she came back to check me again, instead of saying how far dialated I was, she said "Ok. I need to call the doctor right now." Kamil looked at her wide eyed and asked if I was ready to push. She said "oh yea."

As they turned on the lights and got all the equipment at the foot of the bed, I was in so much pain. I couldn't really comprehend what was going on. I asked if the epi would get more stuff shoved through it to take it away, and was told no, that I was ready to deliver. Before the DR even got there, I was ready to push. I couldn't control my breathing still, and yelled out "I HAVE TO PUSH NOW!!" They nodded and told me to go ahead. So I pushed. And pushed. And pushed. I hated that feeling. It really was like you had to take the biggest crap of your life! The dr. got there 5 mins later, and told me we were gonna get serious about pushing. The nurse had to help me hold up my right leg cuz I still couldn't feel it. When I felt a contraction coming, I grabbed my thighs and lifted myself up and curled around my belly and pushed like there was no tomorrow. By the time she was crowning, I was screaming. I remember screaming out 'MOTHER FUCKER'. They told me to quit screaming and concentrate on pushing. I felt her head crown, and they quickly suctioned out her nose and mouth, and told me to give another super big push. I gave them what they wanted, and I felt her slipping out. Within seconds, my baby girl was on my belly. She was covered in the grossest stuff I had ever seen, but I still grabbed on to her and started to cry. I looked at Kamil and he had tears running down his eyes. He cut the cord, and they took her over to the baby warmer to get her cleaned up. Kamil kept looking from me to her, and didn't know if he should stay with me or follow her. I smiled and told him to go see his baby girl. He grinned and went over there and started snapping away with the camera. I laid there as they tried to clean me up. Jessica (L&D nurse) told me to just look at her, not look down at the dr cuz of all the blood. Dr. Berg was mashing on my uterus, and I really wanted to kick her, it hurt so bad. She was trying to mop up the blood from my crotch with a towel, and I swatted her hand away. I didn't want her touching me, I was so sensitive. She told me she had to stop the bleeding, otherwise I wouldn't be in very good shape. She eventually stopped it, and had to stitch me up - I had a 1st degree tear.

After a few hours of breast feeding and staring at my beautiful baby girl, they came to take us to our recovery room. They had me slowly stand up so I could pee. I took 3 nurses and Kamil leading the way to get me into the bathroom. As soon as I sat on the toilet, Kamil yelled "she's going!" and I passed out. I woke back up after they shoved one of those ammonia things in my face, but my vision was still very blurry, and I could barely hear what they were saying to me. Out I went again. I ended up passing out 3 times because of the amount of blood I lost, and had 4 salt things broke open in my face. They got me on the bathroom floor and propped my feet up, and pushed a bag of fluid through my IV to put some volume back in me, so it wouldn't happen again. They had to straight cath me so that they could empty my bladder. They got me back in bed, and after a couple hours, came to check on us. They took Alyvia to the nursey to give her a bath, and took Kamil and I to our new room. The baby was brought in a few hours later, and we all slept.

Good luck to you ladies waiting for your babies. It's the best thing in the world.