Sep 18, 2018 | Epidural, Hospital Birth, Lamaze, Long Labor, Midwife Attended, Pain, Partner Attended, Pitocin
On July 30, 2018, at 6:21 a.m., Grady Tate Hobson was born. He clocked in weighing 8 pounds 7 ounces and measuring 21 inches. Despite being my fourth baby, his labor was the slowest. After mentioning that to my midwife and OB, they both said that tends to happen often...
Sep 10, 2018 | Hospital Birth, Midwife Attended, Partner Attended, Speaking up, Twins, Vaginal Birth
Two hearts??? I asked. Yes, she repeated… I asked her why does my baby have two hearts. She laughed and said you have two babies. I asked HOW WHAT WHO WHEN. She laughed even more and turned the screen towards me and should me two little alien figures and two...
Jul 30, 2018 | Doula Attended, Empowered, Fast labor, Hospital Birth, Pain, Partner Attended, Spiritual, Vaginal Birth, Yoga
On the morning of Friday, June 22nd, my husband left for his one early shift of the week at around 1:30am. He hugged and kissed me before he left per usual. I drifted in/out of sleep as always, anticipating getting up for work in just a few short hours. At 2 am, I...
Jul 23, 2018 | Doula Attended, Epidural, Hospital Birth, Long Labor, Pain, Partner Attended, Pitocin, Preeclampsia, Spiritual, Vaginal Birth
At our 35-week prenatal appointment, my husband, Shaun, and I were not looking forward to the long wait time at the doctor’s office. The pregnancy had been relatively uneventful. The highlights of the pregnancy had been the ultrasounds, from the first trimester one...
Jul 16, 2018 | Epidural, Hospital Birth, Pain, Partner Attended, Vaginal Birth
When I was pregnant with my second baby, I was under the care of a high-risk OB due to my history – previous miscarriages (one in the second trimester), and a subchorionic hematoma. At my regularly scheduled 39 week appointment with my doctor, I told her I was really...
Aug 31, 2017 | Empowered, First Birth, Hospital Birth, Pain, Partner Attended, Vaginal Birth
Freckles It was autumn when I peed on a stick and saw two pink lines. The very word “autumn” brings a flood of sensory memories, suffused with nausea: cool, crisp days; the colorful trees of old St. Louis neighborhoods; the Indian masala chai my husband used to make...
