Thus far in the history of Beautiful Beginnings, Adrienne gets the award for being the most anxious and excited to use our services. Liiike, I’m not even sure the second line on her pregnancy test was fully showing before we received her inquiry.After hanging out with her, it totally makes sense to me now. She’s a planner. She likes to be prompt. And she’s a very very bubbly person who is just plain excited about life! We need more people like you in this world, lady! Bentley’s arrival was smooth, relaxing and exactly on his due date. He clearly takes after his mama.Adrienne and Colt are photographers as well, so I’m glad they were able to be engaged in Bentley’s birth without worrying about capturing the moment. It’s hard for us photographers, you know. To just watch the beauty unfold, without seeing it through our view finder. I’m so glad everything went so “textbook” for you! Bentley was clearly born into a big ole loving, supporting family. He’s adorable and I can’t wait to see him grow in your photographs! Congrats! Love, Melanie.
Happy birthday big boy! Slideshow coming soon!
Happy birthday baby boy! Slideshow coming soon!
Priscilla is a friend of ours who used to practice yoga with us, and then she had to go and move far away. Lame. Maybe one day she will journey back to the westside for us! I’m thinking right around the time Walker is mobile and she needs the tuesday night peace and quiet!Every birth is SO different for sure. Good work P! You looked dang good post birth! You are such an inspiration. Congrats, he is so cute, we need to meet him! Thanks for sharing! Love, Melanie and Kelly.
My firstborn was due on April 15 and was born on April 11, four days early. I woke up at 4 a.m. with contractions, lost my plug around 10 a.m. went to work in labor from 1-5 p.m. and worked through the contractions. On my way home from work I realized I am really starting to have some pain here. Decided after regular contractions to head to the hospital around 7 p.m. Got the epidural by 11 p.m. or so and delivered at 2:30 a.m. Easy breezy delivery!!
Simon was due on September 17th and was born on September 27, 10 days late. Three days before he was born I had my membranes stripped to try to induce labor. I also walked about two hours the day before he was born. I was three days from our scheduled induction (the midwife practice would not allow me to go past 14 days late) and I was getting desperate to meet my baby. Simon was posterior and I was in hard painful labor for 8 hours. Those 8 hours Eric was putting pressure on my back constantly. The pain was constant even between contractions. I chose a natural birth with Simon and it was to date one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had. Eric and I proved to be an amazing team together and we experienced a new level of bonding. It was incredible! The labor was very tough but when the pain got to be too much, I dug so deep within and went into “the zone” and I felt super human when it was over.
Walker was due on April 10 and was born on April 22, 12 days late. I was having very regular Braxton Hicks contractions for Walker for six to eight weeks prior to delivery. I was walking almost every day about 2 miles. I was ready for Walker’s arrival at least a month prior to his birth. Waiting is not my strong suit and when Eric started getting anxious I knew this was not good b/c he has the patience of a saint. One week passed and we were headed into the second week overdue and were contemplating an induction at 10 days overdue so that we could take advantage of a weekend birth. We decided though to wait the weekend out and would look at an induction on day 14 or 15 overdue. On Sunday, April 22 I woke up at 7 a.m. with regular contractions, but I had learned not to look into that too much because I had experienced a lot of regular and even painful contractions before. But I did start praying and I text my Mom, Rachel and Sarah and said we need to pray for a baby today. I struggle with praying theologically. My prayer has been for peace and contentment and surrender for a plan bigger than my own. Who am I to ask to have a baby on a specific day? I really believe that baby’s come when they are ready but as we continued to crawl past our due date, I lost sight of that at times. On Sunday, I was ready to start praying for the Lord to bring baby Walker and at 8 a.m. my water broke! Yes!!!!
I called Dr. Bowen and we decided I could either come in or wait it out a bit. I had Group B Strep so we had a window of time to play with before we would need to get me in to start antibiotics for the GBS. My parents came and Eric and I started walking. As we walked contractions picked up in pain level and frequency. We decided to head on in around 11 a.m. By 12:30 we were in our room, meds administering for GBS and non stress test going. We then walked the halls for a while and labor began to pick up. Our friend, Sarah arrived around 1-1:30 and she was there to help support us and she also took all of the amazing black and white photos. My parents arrived around 2:15 and as they were coming in I was starting to have some painful contractions. At 3:05 I had my nurse check me again and I was at 6 cm. She said I had a lip on my cervix that had not given yet on my right side and that if I would lay on my right side it might give way. Thank goodness for her wisdom!!! The last thing I wanted to do was lay on my side but I did it and I never got up. I was pushing at 3:35 just 30 minutes later. Once I got on my side the pain intensified incredibly and I lost it. I never got into “the zone”. I felt and acted out of control. I kept telling Eric and Sarah that I could not do this. If I had known I was going from a 6 to full and ready to push in those thirty minutes, I would have been fine mentally but the pain was so intense so fast I was scared to death. I really did not think I could endure that pain for too much longer. All of a sudden I felt something hot coming out and I knew it was blood. Eric paged the nurse and when she came in she called to break down the bed and it was GO TIME! I was yelling during contractions, “He’s coming right now! I can feel him coming!” It was so insanely different from Simon’s natural birth. I was in so much pain I didn’t think I could move from my side. The nurse wanted to check me and I remember clamping my legs together as hard as I could. I couldn’t bare the thought of being touched. At this point Eric had text my Mom, Dad and Rachel (who were down the hall in the waiting room) and told them to come NOW! And about 6 more medical personnel had joined the room. I remember asking what we were waiting on and the response was my Dr. “No we aren’t!!!,” I said. We’re doing this NOW! From this point, I felt like the room erupted into chaos. And this is the part of Walker’s birth story I don’t like. His heart rate dropped and I felt like everyone was yelling at me to push. At some point they put oxygen on me. I was pushing but I was fretting. The resident OB was standing away from me looking like a dear in headlights and the bed wasn’t broken down. No one was taking charge in the room. Some loud nurse to my left kept saying that I need to push now. We need to get the baby out NOW. And then I was asking if he was ok. Ugh. I believe my Dr. would have calmed down that room in 2 seconds. He did come in while I was pushing and coached the resident on how to catch baby Walker. Whew! (On a sidenote: I wish I had waited for my Dr. in hindsight. But in the moment, the ring of fire was saying I had to push right then!!)
When the labor was over, I didn’t feel relief or accomplishment like I did with Simon. I think I was in shock for a while. Once all those crazy back ups got out of the room and it was just my calm and collected Dr., my beloved natural birth momma Nurse and my support folk, the room took on a lighter feel and I could begin to relax. I really don’t know how dangerous things got but the very last thing any natural birthing momma needs or wants is chaos in the birth room. Yikes! I wished I had been in the zone and calm and level headed but I was not this time. I was scared and it was not a calm environment but he is here and he is beautiful! And I would have another baby tomorrow! It’s so worth all of the pain and ALL of the WAITING! If I am able to have another baby, I should know to just scoot my due date back a few weeks next time
They say every birth is different and that could never be truer for me. My mom has always been nervous about me getting to the hospital on time because she had me in the car. Similar to my experience with Walker, if I had waited until the pain was unbearable I would not have made it to the hospital. Never have I been more convinced than now that the baby’s position makes all the difference in a delivery. Walker was in great position and it didn’t take as much time for him to come.
An important part of friendship is to celebrate the highs together, but more importantly carry each other through the lowest of lows. Joe and Laura have been two of our closest friends for over a decade. We have experienced many joys together, but also more heart ache than most should before 30yrs old. It was quite a journey for them to make it to this day, letting go twice, to their children during pregnancies. With two baby angels and Laura’s mom looking over them, she was able to have the birth story she wanted. I couldn’t be happier for them!
Her water started leaking Thursday afternoon which landed them admission to the hospital around dinner time. She was a walking 4+ cm prior, so all they needed to do was kick start some contractions with pitocin. A couple hours later her body took over, they turned off the pit and put in the epidural. By morning she was pushing out the baby they’d been dreaming about for almost two years. The sex was a surprise so the excitement and anxiety levels were through the roof. Once out, it was such an honor to hear Joe exclaim, “We have an OLIVER JOSEPH!!” He was just a teeny guy, 6.15lbs, 19 3/4″ long, born at 7:18am.
Joe’s parents had been camping out in the waiting room the previous 12+ hrs by the time he was able to deliver the news. By morning Laura’s dad, stepmom and Joe’s baby sis waited on the edge of their seats. (Literally. Each time I walked out through the night, they jumped up hoping I had some news!) With them all being huge baseball fans, he tossed the grandpas a baseball (they had pink softballs if it was a girl) with Oliver’s name and footprint. How clever! Emotions flooded the room as they met the new lttle bundle, especially Joe’s family welcoming their first grandbaby!
Experiencing the miracle of birth, the new parent’s thrill, those first skin to skin moments, the smell of fresh baby…it is always refreshing. However, doing it all with your close friends/family, there is nothing more incredible. You guys are so blessed with that perfect, handsome little boy. I’m so eager to watch you as parents and our kids become besties. Love you guys, Mel.