Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
5 of my Favorite Hospital Essentials

It's time to get ready to welcome Richie!! We are two weeks out and thankfully we are packed and loaded. Game time here we come!
I am a proud over packer and feel no shame appearing as though I might be moving wherever I go. I HATE needing something, so I make sure to take everything. Even if I don't use it all, at least I have it...just in case.
The hospital is no different, I do not want to nee something that I hesitated to pack. I know this, I plan for this and I am always happy I overpacked because I rarely want for anything...aside from a cool glass of rosé. Just kidding. Kind of.
But in reality, aside from all the cozy clothes, all the fresh linens I bring from home and all the other millions of items I can't live without, these 5 essentials I would never forget!
PS, I did not include my best friend/barf bowl on this list, but please know she is by far NUMBER 1.

1. SWEET/SASSY ROBE. Those first pictures with that fresh baby can go one of two ways. You can look like a hot tired mess who just went through the marathon of birth. OR you can look like a hot tired mess who just went through the marathon of birth...but has a great robe on. I choose the second option. Since I birth in only a bralette (if that), what I put on for those first few pictures (aside from blending the sweat into my hair and applying some fresh chapstick) is muy importante. I always opt for something that is A. Comfortable and B. Photo worthy, which for me, usually means florals. It is like an instant "freshen" and photo ready move to make...way cuter than any gross hospital gown in my opinion.
CLICK & BUY! |
2. SLIPPERS. Cooties are gross. Hospital cooties are the grossest. I keep my slippers right at next to that bed and slip them on and off for my bathroom trips. Clean feet = clean bed = happy mommy. I like my toes free and these floral cuties (with bow of course) are light weight, easy to fold/pack as needed and after a good wash can be re-worn once you get home.
3. 40 BLINKS EYE MASK. Now this is not just a hospital favorite for me, but a life favorite. However, in the case of my hospital trip, it is great to block out stimuli during labor AND great to wear after when you want to send those sweet nurses a hard message to please, kindly F off and let you sleep in peace and darkness. Lash friendly, great price and wonderful when you want to "black out" and relax.
4. EARTH MAMA PERINEAL BALM. Birth does quite a little number on your lady parts, as it should. I mean a human AND self created organ are leaving your body, so obvi it's going to be a little swollen for a bit. Thankfully, that magic vag muscle goes back, but while you wait for that to happen, why not alleviate some of that discomfort. This balm (you can get the spray too...it is like a spa day for down unda) makes it allllll better while nature takes its healing course.
CLICK & BUY! |
3. 40 BLINKS EYE MASK. Now this is not just a hospital favorite for me, but a life favorite. However, in the case of my hospital trip, it is great to block out stimuli during labor AND great to wear after when you want to send those sweet nurses a hard message to please, kindly F off and let you sleep in peace and darkness. Lash friendly, great price and wonderful when you want to "black out" and relax.
CLICK & BUY! |
CLICK & BUY! |
5. EARTH MAMA NIPPLE BUTTER. Those of us who have breastfed in the past know that those first few weeks can be absolute torture!! Turning those nipples into leather is no easy feat and I am thrilled to be using this nipple butter yet again to make the process not so absolutely, positively miserable. Best of all it is not only super safe for mommy but baby too! No more having to wipe off raw nipples coated in lanolin while the baby goes back for seconds, thirds and pretty much sucks around the clock. Earth Mama does it again as always!
While I could continue this list forever, I will spare you and let you watch the details unfold on InstaTV. Season 1, Episode 3 in the Birth-y series is ready to be watched my Thrivers! Enjoy!
Strive to thrive,
Em
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
6 Ways to Prepare for a Thriving VBAC

I am very open and honest about my first birth experience and how it was NOT at all what I wanted, prepared or planned for. While I knew that "special circumstances" could arise (especially with twins) and had said the affirmation over and over, I still hoped I wouldn't have go through a C-section, but I did.
Thankfully, with Dude, I was dedicated to making all my birth dreams come true. Starting with of course, him coming out of my lady parts. And that is exactly what he did. He was my birth dream come true (in terms of goals. Trust, it was no walk on the beach...unless your version of the beach is a lot of vomit). I successfully had the unmedicated VBAC I had set out to achieve.

What is a VBAC you ask?
VBAC stands for Vaginal Birth After Cesarean. While I thought this was no big thang, I was in fact quite wrong. Maybe this was because whenever I talked about my next birth being totally different people "seemed" supportive. Maybe it was because I had laser-beam focus and was so committed to a natural, vaginal birth that I didn't realize that people weren't all that supportive. Whatever it was, it was not an easy task to find a doctor to take me on the first time around.
I had reached out to a number of local doctors and was denied by all of them, apparently having a VBAC was not an option in my "rural" community.

I was incredibly upset and thankfully had a locked and loaded birth guru in my corner 24/7, my doula and TW Nic. She hooked me up with some resources to check out (first on the list, ICAN, International Cesarean Awareness Network.) and I eventually found the doctor of my dreams, only a short drive away in San Diego.
I again found myself fighting for the right to birth the baby inside MY body how I wanted. I gave a local doctor a good run in an effort to make it easier on myself and my boys (the appointments in San Diego can be tricky with so many kids not to mention my husband's panic about the hospital being nearly an hour away), but halfway through my pregnancy I realized that it was far more important to be supported unconditionally and went back with my AMAZING Dr. Cap.
So while I am ready for this guy to make his smooth, easy exit from my body in a few short weeks, I also know that not everyone is as lucky as I am when it comes to finding a match to support you and your wishes for birth.
With that said...
Here are my suggestions on how to best prepare for a VBAC -
- Educate Yourself. Apparently there are some safety concerns surrounding VBACs (this was news to me of course), like uterine rupture. Well, the research indicates that the possibility of that is less than 1%. A risk I am more than willing to take. However, not all women feel the same which is of course understandable. But, take the time to educate yourself with evidence based research and make sure you are confident moving forward in whatever path you choose for you and your baby.
- Take Classes. As a second time around mommy, I assumed I didn't need any classes besides a little HypnoBirthing refresher. Well, I was wrong. Not only did I freshen up on my Hypno skills but I also took an amazing class designed for VBAC moms. Not only was the class incredibly therapeutic as we connected and shared our stories, but it provided more information to boost my confidence levels even higher. I also took a Labor Comfort Measures class which allowed my TH and I to re-create what we saw for our next experience. The Birth Education Center of San Diego was an excellent resource and Care is an absolute dream!! Now that I am going in again, I didn't take the classes and more centered my mind around what was going to happen and refreshed some of my Hypno skills.
- Release. I still have some negative memories with the twins birth (back labor nightmare) that sometimes haunts me, but I have to let it go. I try and focus on all the positive things that happened during Dude's labor and imagine that it will be the same...but faster! And he was FAST!
- Create A New Experience. I am now sending energy to my new experience. I see myself starting to feel surges and welcome them calmly. I let my family know it is time to go, kiss the boys and slowly walk to the car. We make an easy drive to the hospital, I get checked in, relax into my body and my baby...and two minutes later I am engaging in my favorite part of the whole experience...breathing him out and feeling him leave my body along with my purple leg syndrome...
- Find Support. Every pregnancy is different and every mother requires a different level of support. Since I had found a doctor who I trusted completely I knew the only other birth support person I needed besides my TH was a doula. My doula, Nic. I cannot recommend a doula enough. Granted, I am lucky enough to have a doula wrapped in a bestie, but this service is truly one I wouldn't want to be without. Having someone there to help not only you, but also your partner is huge. Whatever support you feel you need, you should get. It is well worth the investment.
- Get excited. Every birth is different and should be treated as such. For those of us who desperately want a VBAC (or a second one), this is the time to get super excited. I know I can do this, I've done it before. I know things may arise, but I am choosing to send energy to a smooth/easy birth...did I mention fast too?

Whether or not you want to be a repeat cesarean mommy, have a VBAC or pretend the baby will never come out and do nothing to prepare, just make sure the choice is yours. There is no wrong way to bring a baby from a loving womb into a loving mommy's arms. From my experience, I never want anyone to feel the self-doubt, despair and confusion I did before having Dude. I refused to accept someone telling me what was best for me and my baby. Remember to trust your body, your instincts and follow your gut. We are strong, powerful Thriving Women who have been given the gift of co-creating, sustaining and delivering HUMAN LIFE. I mean, is there anything more freaking cool than that?! I think not.
I look forward to sharing my birth story in the upcoming weeks as I welcome my last sweet baby boy. I am hoping to help other Thriving Mommies take another look at their birth choices and find the strength I momentarily lost...then got back ten fold when I made that VBAC my b*%@#.
*Here are some additional resources that I found helpful and empowering**
Strive to thrive,
Em
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Letter to Juniper - A Home HypnoBirth Story
It's almost a new year and what better way to ring in 2017 than to share a beautiful story of a 2016 birth?!
Nic had the great fortune of being reconnected with her little sister from Alpha Phi at San Francisco State when her midwife sent an email asking if she could help get another client's home birth reimbursed by insurance. She couldn't believe the coincidence and immediately arranged for a play date as they both had toddlers born in the same month. Of course the conversation quickly turned to birth, and Krystal decided to take Nic's HypnoBirthing class since her first birth had been a traumatic and medicalized hospital birth so she was hoping to learn some better coping skills. A friendship re-blossomed as Krystal's belly grew and the two met somewhat regularly for playdates and saw each other in class. 6 months after the birth of her little Juniper, Krystal wrote the most beautiful birth story so we couldn't dream of keeping it from you as it's just amazing! Read on to see for yourself, and grab some tissues while you are at it!
(All photos taken by Krystal & Nic's amazing midwife Lindsey Meehleis.)
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Mac's Birth Story

As I am sure we all know, I really wanted to experience an unmedicated, vaginal birth. Since I had the boys via C-section, I struggled to find a doctor that would support my dreams of a VBAC. After finding my medical match and preparing for this magical experience all I had to do was wait....and wait I did.
On Tuesday, October 11th, just one day before my 40 week mark I was feeling rather icky. Whether it was because I was SURE he would have come already, or had to go back to work for another day, all in all, I felt not in the mood. I dragged myself to work, slapped on a happy face and decided on my prep to grab some Del Taco burritos loaded with hot sauce and take some laps around Target...I was determined to get this baby OUT asap.
When I got home that afternoon, I started to feel a little something. It wasn't much, but since it was seriously time, I paid a bit more attention. When I got home, I mentioned it to my mom and Thriving Husband (who was at work) and of course, my doula Nic. I went about my regular mommy duties (dinner making, cleaning floors, bath time, ect) that evening and noted that my surges kept getting stronger.
After I put the boys down at 7 PM I decided to finish up my nightly chores and get into the "birth zone". At 8 PM I poured myself a little glass of red wine (oh what a glorious moment that was), drew a warm bath complete with essential oils and epsom salt, lit some candles, hit play on my affirmation playlist and got to relaxing. Then, it was time to get some rest. I had a big day ahead of me and needed to be well rested!
After a little cat napping (I won't lie, I was pretty excited) the surges started to get much stronger and closer together. Around 10pm, my dreaded nausea kicked in. I had prepared to be throwing up through this entire labor as I did last time, so I grabbed my trusty vintage barf bowl and some ginger ale to sip on. I also started tracking my surges and sending them to Nic for guidance. So far they were about 9 minutes apart and lasting only 30 seconds. I decided to call my Thriving Mommy to come over and keep me company as I tried to stay hypno-focused between barf sessions.
At about midnight I lost my mucus plug and knew it was game on. I called my Thriving Husband and told him he should start heading home as his commute takes nearly an hour and I knew once he got home we had another 45 minutes to the hospital.
By the time he arrived I was having surges every 7 minutes lasting 45 seconds and they were getting stronger each time. Because I had tested GBS positive this pregnancy, I knew I had to head into the hospital earlier than normal as I needed to get all the appropriate doses of antibiotics. With the windows down, affirmations blaring and my cycle of breathing, puking, breathing, puking we finally arrived at the hospital at about 3:15 AM on Wednesday, October 12th, my official 40 week due date.
We checked in, got situated and waited for the amazing Doula Nic to arrive. She made it to the hospital shortly after we did and we updated her on the latest developments. While my surges were consistent, I was only 2 cm dilated (booooooo). The nurse reviewed my "please leave me alone in darkness" birth plan and decided to wait until my doctor came in for rounds at 7am before checking me again. Nic helped me stay as comfortable as possible trying new positions and supporting me through each surge as my delirious Thriving Husband stayed at my side and did whatever he could to keep me feeling good. Which sadly was making sure my barf bowl was empty and I kept drinking liquids so I had something to puke up. Gross.
I was given IV fluids and some Zofran in an effort to keep the nausea down so I could concentrate. Sadly, it didn't work. The writhing, gut wrenching stomach pain was showing no signs of stopping (as to be expected), I just hoped it stayed coming out this way and not the other...if you get what I mean.
At around 5:30 AM the back labor kicked in. This was one of the moments I was dreading most. As I had experienced HORRIBLE back labor with the twins I was terrified of having it happen again. I had done so much to keep this from haunting me again (swimming, always sitting upright and never reclining, visualization), but alas, here we were again. Nic wore her hands to utter exhaustion massaging my back as I tried to not focus on the discomfort. It just kept getting worse and worse.
I pushed and pushed and pushed. Everyone told me to stop, breathe through my surges. I immediately transported back to the twins birth when all I did was push (way too early) and my cervix became incredibly swollen and I was forced to face a C-section. I was terrified history was going to repeat itself. Nic did her best to keep me motivated and remind me of my goal, but I openly told her to screw herself, that I was a failure and didn't care about anything I had said, I wanted the baby OUT or I wanted drugs...NNOOOWW! Instead, I laid on my side, pushed and well....pooped...lots.
Shortly after 7am, the nurses were changing and heard my pushing. They were not happy. "Oh honey, are you pushing? Don't do that. I better check you now"... My response..."Umm, I can't really stop, so I am going to keep doing what feels right to me"...Her response..."Oh My God, you are at 9cm, how long has she been bleeding like this?! CALL THE DOCTOR!!!!!!"...My response, "Say what?! Thank F, let's do this"...Nic's response..."You did it!! You are there!! I knew you could do it!"...My response, "I hate everyone, hope you all die, I am pushing this baby out now and that is the end of that". Despite all I had practiced I had convinced myself that when the doctor showed up he was going to sigh and tell me I was only at like 4 cm and was doomed like I was last time. Trust, when I heard it was showtime I nearly fell out of that bed I had been clawing at for the past hour...Guess I won't be moving rooms after all...
She rolled me over to help my cervix efface that last centimeter and felt his little head right where it needed to be. As mass chaos ensued all around me (Had someone paged the doctor? Get the doctor on call! Bring in a table! She is having this baby now! She hasn't been admitted? Oh LORD!) the moment I had been waiting for was finally here. My surges had literally been on top of each other, and I should have known it was close. My stupid monitors kept falling off and since no one was fixing them no one knew just how serious this situation was getting.
That last centimeter melted away and it was on. My beloved doctor came in and was as calm and cool as ever. He was just the kind of energy I needed. I continued to lay on my side, grabbed my hamstrings, took in a deep breath and channeled all my strength down.
As the ring of fire took hold (all I could think of was Jonny Cash), I was filled with such energy and motivation. Sure I hadn't slept, hadn't eaten and had removed everything in my body for the past week but I suddenly was my usual beast and was so fired up I could have jumped from that table. Three surges/monster pushes later his little head was out. YES! Man, I could do this all day, the pushing felt like heaven. Him emerging into the world felt like I was touched by an angel. This was just the workout I had been waiting for and thank G it was here! A few more and out came his shoulders then blluuppprrrppp the rest of him just sort of fell out. At 8:30AM, a mere 5 hours after we arrived at the hospital, my little poop covered man made his way to my chest and all I could think and feel was utter pride. We did it.
I am so thankful to my TH and Doula Nic for being there for us every step of the way. While this birth was a blink of an eye compared to my first, it was still a long night for Mac's birth team. I can't say enough about Nic and her ability to be everything I need when I am birthing my baby and beyond. I am one lukcy Thriving Wife to have her.
Big brother Peanut sharing his love of trucks and cars with his new baby |
Not sure about that fourth baby as of now....but only time will tell!
Strive to thrive,
Em