Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Tytus's birth



Tytus Jamie born July 18, 2007:

Went to bed as normal - couldn’t get to sleep so went and slept on the couch. 2:30AM up from ‘gas’ which was really contractions. I just didn’t feel well. I got up and did some little tasks like wiped counters, checked email, etc. Realizing it was probably labor and not gas or ‘sickness’ I started timing contractions at 3ish. They were about 3 minutes apart and 15-20 seconds long but not too strong. The doctor said to call when the contractions were 5 minutes apart for an hour. I hopped in the shower hoping to lul the pain and thinking I better enjoy 1 more shower before birth. I got out, with no success lulling the pain the contractions were only stronger, but still 3 minutes apart for 20 secondsish. Around 3:30 I called the doctor (an hour finally passed!) and he said we should probably mozy on in as Alexia’s labor wasn’t extremely long and my contractions were pretty close together. I got the OK from the Dr. so I woke Mark up (yes he was sleeping through this). I called Mom W. and told her the news and that she should head over. I packed up some stuff and we headed to the hospital - arriving at 4am. They checked me and I was dialated to 5cm (I thought this was disappointing as I was dialated to 7cm when we arrived with Alexia). I prepared myself mentally for a long labor. They asked about ‘drugs’ and I was sure I wanted Staedol ASAP and Mark insisted on an epidural but I was not too sure about that. It took FOREVER for them to get me the Staedol - I didn’t get it until 6AM!! I decided to try the epidural so they called the anesthesiologist and once again it took what seemed like forever and I got the epidural around 7am (at which time the Staedol was about worn off so I was ready for more pain relief!). OK I am convinced, Mark was right, epidurals are AMAZING! Soon after I dozed off and Mark attempted to rest also. 9:30am the nurse came in for a routine check and I had fully dialated (what! already! I didn’t feel a thing!) so it was time to have a baby. They called the doctor and he headed over. He arrived around 9:45 and he broke my water. The nurses came back in and had me start pushing. I gave a couple pushes and then they said STOP! (what?! stop!?) they almost had to deliver! Doctor came back in and a little baby BOY was born at 9:57am! I had pushed for about 7 minutes total and didn’t rip or tear at all (that is so great!) We enjoyed lokking at and holding our new son while the doctor and nurses scurried around doing who knows what (we didn’t pay attention to them we had an amazing son to pay attention too!) I felt amazing after giving birth - a completely different experience then Alexia.

Welcome to the world Tytus Jamie!

Alexia's birth



Alexia Rae born June 10, 2005:

June 10, 2005 5:07am you arrived! It was a Friday. I went in to work on June 9 at 8am and worked until about 4:30. When I went into work I was already having contractions, but since I had never had Braxton hicks I just assumed that’s what the cramping was. When I got home from work I realized the “Braxton hicks” seemed to be somewhat regular, so I decided to take it easy for an hour and time them while I read quotes. The contractions were between 4 and 6 minutes apart, but didn’t seem very strong – so I just hung out for a while. At 8:00ish I called Mark at work to ask him how things were going and tell him I thought we had some “action” going on. He came home soon after. He said “I thought we were supposed to call the doctor when they were five minutes apart-I think you should call.” So I did. Dr. Geerlings said – “Try and wait till midnight, plus then you don’t have to pay for the extra day” (Yes he’s Dutch). So at 9:30ish Mark and I decided to go for a walk to the Soft Spot – an ice cream parlor in Borculo. I got a small chocolate twist and mark got a small deer tracks. The contractions started getting worse on the walk back home. When we got home Mark decided to try and get a quick nap before we left. The contractions definitely were getting worse. At 11:30 I woke him and said – lets get ready to go – it’s getting more painful. He got up and packed the car. The ride to the hospital was painful but short (thankfully the doctor had called ahead so they knew we were coming around midnight.) They brought us right to a labor delivery room at Zeeland Community Hospital. I asked for drugs immediately as things were getting VERY painful. They checked your and my vitals and everything looked well so out they gave me some drugs. I got my first dose around 12:40am June 10 and that made things a bit better. When I got to the hospital and they checked me I was already dilated to 7cm and the nurse said “You did some work before you came in.” I thought ‘good, because it sure felt like it!’ I started pushing around 3:30 and my water broke just after I started pushing (yes I pushed for 1 ½ hours). The doctor barely made it – you almost came before the doctor arrived. Man did it feel good once you were out! You sure were a surprise to me as a little girl ~ but either gender I was very in love. The doctor and most of our friends and family thought you were going to be a boy, but boy were they wrong! You had so much dark hair! You immediately pooped and then as they wiped you off it was smeared all over you! You let out a good scream when you were born too. Mark cut the cord – what a proud new daddy! Mommy was proud too.



Welcome Alexia Rae Vander Pol

Monday, April 21, 2008

Niklas's Birth Story

I was four days overdue when going to bed on Monday night. DH had been at work and said he could not really concentrate since he was anxious to meet the baby and to start three weeks parental leave. We fell asleep and I soon woke up with a weird sensation. It felt like something was happening, but I thought I was being over sensitive and just went to bathroom thinking I should pee (happened like five - six times a night in my third trimester). I had asked my mother and friends what contractions feel like, and everyone was like "Oh, you'll know, you can't stand straight, you can't talk, and when the labour starts you've never been so uncomfortable in your life". It was not like that at all. I was awake for about an hour, feeling the new sensation, and then DH woke up. I guess I had started to breathe heavily. I said I think there's something going on, and DH wanted to start timing. I said I was not sure if I had contractions, but the urge to breathe heavily came every 4 minutes. We called the number they had given us to the hospital, and they told me to wait for an hour, take a shower, and then call again. After an hour I was already leaning to the wall and contractions were 3 minutes apart. We did call to announce we were on our way. It was 5 a.m. when we took the 10 minute drive to hospital - I was very excited and could not wait to finally get into business! When DH was driving I remember seeing everything very clearly, it was very dark and very quiet. We were talking with excitement, and wondering what was ahead.


We arrived at hospital at approx 5:30 a.m. A nurse measured my cervix, and I was already 4 cm dilated. I was enlightened to learn this having heard horror stories of moms being in horrible pain and labor not proceeding. We were guided directly to delivery room. A morning shift had just started, and I was lucky to have the same midwife from start until the baby was born. She was young, in her mid-20´s, and 5 months pregnant :) I put the hospital gown on, and wanted to try welcoming contractions sitting on a huge gym ball. It felt good, contractions were still 2-3 min apart, I was rolling my hips from side to side and DH was rubbing my lower back. I was holding a laughing gas mask on my other hand, and took a deep breath of the gas with every contraction. I can't say if it helped - I felt really good in any case, and was thinking that if it was going to be like this all the way, the pain was bearable and I would be able to make it! Then the midwife suggested I'd take a shower, and I rose up to notice my waters had started to leak. The midwife examined the fluid and confirmed it was the water. I never made it to shower when contractions suddenly got A LOT more painful and there was only a very short break in between - I kind of a have a memory gap here, the next thing I remember is lying on my side on a hospital bed holding the gas mask like it's my last straw.


It was approx 9 a.m. when doctors had their round, and I was told to lie down on my back so that they could examine me. It was awful. I felt like I was no longer connected to my body, and when I was lying on my back there was no gap between contractions. The doctor examined me and said I was still 4 cm dilated - the same than three hours earlier! They finally said I could turn on my side again, I tried to get comfortable, but still there was just one huge contraction with no gap in between, and I felt like my whole body was cramping, and I was not able to move along with contractions anymore. When we visited the hospital and met the midwife three weeks before giving birth they asked if I wanted any medication. I said I wanted to try without, but if I felt like the pain was unbearable, I wanted the epidural immediately. When I learned there was no progress in three hours I was thinking "Ok I think I'm going to be in this delivery room for some time, this is one of those horror labours that lasts for 48 hours, I need some rest". I thought I could rest for two hours while the medication lasts, and then have new energy and be readier to push. I managed to gasp from behind the mask "canIpleasehaveanepiduralplease". Luckily the anaesthatic doctor was available, and he came right away. I got the epidural at 09:45, and was almost asleep by ten. It was a funny sensation - I was still able to feel the waves of contractions, but the pain was completely gone. I was half asleep, and DH was reading a book on a bed by the window (I think it was very thoughtful from the hospital to provide a bed for dad too!)


Soon I felt like I had to poop. I had heard that's what it feels like when you're fully dilated and ready to start pushing. I said to the midwife that I think I should start pushing- She examined me, and confirmed I was fully dilated. It was 11:00 by then. At this point I was a little bummed I took the epidural - if I had known I'd be ready to push in one hour, I totally would've gone without! The midwife told me to turn face down on my knees and start to push gently whenever I felt the urge. At this point things started to get serious. There was a heart rate monitor attached to baby's head, and his heart rate started to drop when I started to push. Midwife told me to stop pushing and go into "prayer position", face down and bum up - this gives the baby most space to breathe. The heart rate corrected, but dropped immediately when I started to push again. Midwife paged a delivery doctor, and suddenly the room was full of people. There were two midwives, two delivery doctors and one pediatric doctor. A beautiful young lady doctor was guiding me, and said she's here to help the baby and we need to co-operate seamlessly. She was very professional and I had no fear, I felt like we were in good hands. She attached a ventouse onto baby's head, made eye contact, called my first name with a demanding tone and said "PUSH NOW!" The cup de-attached, and the doctors panicked a little. They attached the ventouse quickly again, and within the next push the baby was on doctor's arms.


DH looked really worried. Doctor's rushed my baby to be examined - he cried with a small voice, and I was at complete peace. I felt wonderfully happy - in spite of all the drama I knew my baby was well, and I had taken a huge leap into world of motherhood.

Thursday, April 17, 2008





The Birth of Miette Grace Hamilton
Sunday 22nd July, 2007
Sunshine Hospital, Melbourne, Victoria.

Due to my Dr going overseas 9 days past my due date he was in a hurry to induce me. I was booked to be induced on Monday 23rd July but we never made it that far.

Friday 20th July - 40w6d
It was my brothers 21st Birthday so we had a very busy day. We went into the Casino for breakfast and also out for dinner. Once we got home at about 9pm i realised that i hadn't felt baby move more than 4 times all day. My baby had been VERY active since 22w so it was very strange not to feel any movement. I rang the hospital and they suggested to come in, so we did. I packed my bags just incase hoping they would keep me in and i'd have a baby sooner rather than later.

10pm: We were hooked up to the monitors and all was fine. Baby was kicking but i just couldn't feel it. The midwife convinced the powers that be to let me stay overnight and be induced, i can't tell you how excited i was but little did i know that was the begining of the longest 30hrs of my life! The jell was inserted at midnight and we stayed the night in the birthing suite.

Saturday 21st July - 41w
7am: My Dr came in and broke my waters, this was rather painful, as were the internals which i hated!! He left pretty much straight away and i was left in the care of the midwives who were fantastic. Contractions started pretty much straight away and i used the gas which didn't do much other than give me something to focus on for a while.

I'm not sure what time it happened, but i was given a shot of pethadine which took the edge of the contractions, however it wore of very quickly. I was getting 3 and 4 30+ second contractions one after the other with no break, then i'd have 5 minutes where i had nothing. I think it was about lunch time when they gave me more pethadine, it was a big dose this time and worked really well. Although the same thing happened with the contractions. To get through them i used the gas and rubbed by belly with the other hand, this helped me focus on something other than the pain.

Time gets away from me here, i'm not sure exactly what time the rest of this stuff all happened. By about 2 or 3pm i was desperate for more pain relief so i asked for an epidural which is something i really didn't want. My dr was due to be back by 4pm so they asked me to wait for him and he wanted to do an internal. I wait for him and he didn't arrive until 6.30pm. By this stage i'd had no pain relief since lunch time and i was having contraction after contraction - i was in hell. I had an internal and they realised i was only about 5 cm dilated, i was absolutely guttered and just cried. All that pain and i was only half way... What crap! At this point we'd been at it for about 11 to 12 hours and i couldn't imagine going through another 12 hours in all that pain so we agreed an epi was the way to go.

After the epi i was in paradise, but unfortunately this slowed the contractions down a lot. My husband and cousin went home at midnight since my dr said it would be about breakfast time (on the sunday) before we'd have a baby.

Sunday 22nd July - 41w1d
2am: I woke up with the urge to poo, the midwife checked me out and said i was 9cm dilated. YAY! I rang Adam who had just gone to sleep (poor thing) and he and my cousin came back by 3am.

4 to 5am: I started pushing and OMG the pain! I felt like i had an orange bulging out my butt... I was crying again as the epidural did nothing for the pain in the butt, i could feel everything. I had pushed for almost 2 hours when my dr finally arrived. When he got there he said something like 'You've had a rough time love, i'm going to help you get this baby out'. I was very happy but i had no idea what he meant, it all happened so quickly.

6.45ish am: Apparently my little baby was sideways so i was never going to push her out myself. My dr started with the forceps (sp?) and i would also need a Kellans (sp?) delivery (which is when they turn her). This was so very painful. I just remember crying and begging for the dr to 'get it out'. I also had an episiotomy at some stage too. Then my cousin said 'the heads out' and about 5 seconds later she started saying 'Hayley, it's a girl... OMG, hayley it's a girl!' I had thought i was having a boy, i got my student midwife to look at my ultrasound video and she said she thought it was about 80% a boy. I hadn't told anyone but my cousin that it was a boy and i'd secretly been buying boys clothes and even a name plaque with LUCAS on it! All along we desperately wanted a little girl, so it was the most amazing surprise in the world!

6.55am: My little girl, Miette Grace was born. Weighing 7lb 14oz. They put her on my chest for half a second and then took her away. She wasn't breathing and was very blue. Her AGPAR score was 2 :( It took them 2 minutes to revive her (none of this i was aware of at the time) and all i kept saying was 'Are you sure it's a girl?' lol...

All up, my labour went for 24hrs and was NOT what i wanted. However, i now have my gorgeous little girl and i dont care how she got here. She had to spend 6 hours in the special care nursery but then she was fine and got to come to the room with us.

Writing this she is almost 4 weeks old and it the highlight of my life. It just amazes me how much you can love someone you've only just met, she's such a blessing to us and our family. Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Amazing underwater birth photo



Hehe, I thought this was so cute! My Dad sent it to me in an email today!