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September 2011 Moms
How did you come into this world?
As a kid, I loved to hear the story about how I was born. Mine isn't all that interesting, but it's special because it's mine. It seems like we all have stories of origins (birthing, adoption, etc.), and I can't wait to tell my LO his/her's. So, I thought I'd ask: how did you get here?
Me: My mom says I was 11 days late, and I was never coming out--too comfortable in there! So she went to the doctor and said "this baby's got to go." So, the doctor cut her belly open (as a kid, I thought a C-section is when they cut you in half from head to toe and sewed you up like Frankenstein lol) and pulled me out. Then, everyone in the family and all the friends came to see me. My mom said my name was Dakota, and everyone said "you can't name a kid that!"And, that's how I came to be.
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Re: How did you come into this world?
I decided to come two weeks late, but when I decided to come I was in a hurry and was out withing a few hours. I was short and fat at 18 inches and 8 pounds 10 oz. My mom went completely natural and used the bradley method, which I intend to use as well.
I was the second kid. My sister was also born late, but only by a week and was about 7.5 pounds. So I'm guessing I am not going early.
My story is bittersweet. I woke my mom up in the early am of New Year's Day in a snow storm. My dad passed away unexpectedly 5 weeks before I was born, so my aunt (who was 26 and not thrilled I woke her up at 3am after NYE) got my grandmother to come over and watch my sister and brother...and then took my mom to the hospital. She dropped her off to make sure everything was settled at home (my brother was 3 1/2 at the time and crying and hiding because my dad had gone to the hospital 5 weeks earlier and never came back- he thought the same thing would happen to my mom
and then we she came back they asked "do you want to see her." My aunt thought the meant my mom, but they meant me (didn't know I would be a girl). They wheeled me in to her, lol. I was a c-section- so pretty quick.
Back then hospitals wouldn't let kids into labor and delivery because of germs, but they made an exception and let my brother come see my mom when they heard about his reaction.
Ah the story. My family, extended family, family friends, anyone who has ever known my parents, knows the story. (It sounds much more dramatic then it actually was but my parents had tried to have me for 8 years and they were finally successful so it was a big moment). These are my parents words not mine, insert dramatic and excited story telling voices [here]
It was the worst blizzard the city of Portland, OR had ever seen. My mom was in labor with me for 27 hours and they didn't want to do a CS because the power around the city was spotty and they didn't want any "unncessary surgeries" going in. Eventually, they pulled me out with tongs at 7:11 a.m. I weighed 7lbs 11oz. The entire city was shut down for three days because of the weather. Or as my parents like to say, because I was born and they all needed to rejoice and appreciate my birth.
Yeah, I swear I do not have a superiority complex because of this story.
My mother and father each (they are divorced) call me at 7:11 a.m. every year on my birthday and tell me the story. Seriously, just like Billy Crystal's mother in City Slickers. Now, my inlaws call me at 7:11 a.m. on my birthday also. Everyone I know from when I was born, tells me this story everytime they see me. Seriously. It's so sweet, but in the end I was a really long labor in bad weather conditions and that's about it.
I was the last of my moms 5 c-sections. The drs. kept pushing my moms due date to later and it got to be the end of December and my dad said they just needed to take me out! He was an accountant and wanted a tax deduction so on December 30th I came! I was 8lbs 6 oz and healthy so all is well.
Funny thing is I know several people with the same birthday and all of their dad are accountants as well...suspicious!
My mom was 16 and her water broke at 7 am, she had to walk down the road to a pay phone as she was home alone, had a friend pick her up. She got to the L&D and I was born at 7:38 am. I was 7lbs 3 ozs born on 7/30 and 21 inches long.
I was born the day after my Dad's college graduation (he was 25 - did not do the traditional college thing). My mom was in labor for the whole graduation - and for the party that was at thier house afterward. My grandfather noticed that my Mom was in labor - and sent everyone home. Then my Mom had my Dad take a nap (aka - sleep it off) and shower, then drive her to the hospital. I arrived after 23 hours of labor -- all natural -- at 8:15am.
I was 6 weeks early and my mom had to have an emergency c/s. Doctors asked my Dad "Which one do you want me to save, your wife or your baby? I can't save them both" After they got me out I was rushed to a waiting helicopter and flown to Sacramento Childrens Hospital from Nevada City. My grandfather asked the doctor what I was, and he said " A very sick little girl" My father got to see me after getting to Sacramento but my mom only saw pictures for 10 days until she was released from her hospital. I was able to go home 3 weeks later, both of us are very much alive and very healthy!!
I hear this story every year on my birthday (and at times throughout the year) from so many people that were there that day. My Mom calls my 2 things...her miracle baby, and her $43,000 dollar baby! That was a lot in 1982
The story goes that my dad knew I was going to be a PITA right from the start, because I interrupted a hockey game. It was at the local arena, so my mom called there when she went into labour, and they paged him. He got her to the hospital and all settled and went back to the game (very small town). I was born on my due date exactly. At about 10 after 4 in the morning. There were 3 other babies born between midnight and noon that day, 2 of whom became friends of mine.
It was a month past my mom's original due date. (Yes they know the original dute date was off, but I was also still late.) Since I was so late my mom was scheduled for a c-section the next day. She went in to labor and thought she was just constipated because no one told her about back labor. She was trying to do her hair imbetween the contractions so she would like nice for check-in.
The moon was full so there were a lot of women in labor. My mom got a room because of her scheduled c-section the next day, but was checked and confirmed to be in active labor. My grandfather was out of state on business and flew home early when he found out she was in labor. He arrived 20 minutes before I was born. I was born at 9:50pm on a Thursday. My dad got to be in the room.
My mom went into labor on exactly her due date, then stalled out. So they induced her. When that didn't take they took her in for a C-section. While the C-section was being done, her blood work results came back. Positive for Accute Lymphocetic Leukemia, which was basically a death sentence back then.
18 months of hellacious chemo and a bone marrow transplant later, she was cured, miraculously. I lived between my Grandmas and Aunts while it was going on.
I'm 25 now and she's still alive and healthier than I am.
I love that!
I came into the world in the middle of the night a few days before my due date, delivered by my dad. My dad's a doctor and he had just come home from working ER for 18 hours, and when my mother's water broke, he asked her if she should wait until he got a few hours sleep first!! He swears he was just kidding, but she holds it against him every time they have an argument. lol
From what I've been told, I must have really wanted out because my mom's labor was 3 hours from first pains to delivery! If only I could be so lucky when my time comes. I'm DREADING going through labor.
Oh my, your poor mom! She must have been so scared! At least you came fast for her.
I forgot to quote, this is in response to the lady who said her mom was 16 and had to walk to the pay phone.
I was a scheduled c-section. My older brother was too big for her narrow pelvic bones and she had to have a section with him. Back then, if you had one, all had to be.
But after I was born, the real fun started. The doctors and nurses knew that my mom wanted a girl cause she already had a boy. To screw with her in her woozy state, they told her I was a boy. For the first 30 minutes of my life, my mom called me Bobby.
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My mom always says I was her accomodating one. Lol.
She went into early labour while at church, but managed to eat lunch and go for a walk at the park before they made it to the hospital mid-afternoon. By the time they were checked in and she was in the room, I was on my way. Quite literally, if it wasn't for a nurse in the room right at that moment, I would have fallen on the floor ... all 9lbs, 2oz of me.
I am crossing my fingers for a birth like mine this time around!
We've got the same birthday!
My mom always tells me it was the hottest day of the year. I wouldn't come out (I guess I was stubborn even then) and was delivered with forceps. I was all black and blue in my hospital picture. Apparently Mom was a wuss and couldn't deal with child birth, because the doctor knocked her out completely to deliver my brother. My mom still has the outfit she brought me home in, and if I have a girl, I will bring her home in it as well.
I was a problem child - from the beginning! It was back when "once a c-section, always a c-section" was in effect although she thought she might not need one? Anyway, she went into labor 2 weeks early and I ended up being breech (butt first) so they did a c-section.
During the surgery they delivered me and immediately removed my dad from the room right after that with a nurse asking him "your daughter or your wife...you have to choose right now". He didn't even get time to think, or answer!, before the nurse went back in the OR. I don't know what was wrong with me for them to ask him that... but my mom was bleeding excessively and they couldn't stop it. Normally they deliver the placenta pretty soon after and hers would not detach. So, they had to cut it out, but it ended up being webbed into her uterus. They just kept cutting and cutting- which was why she was bleeding so much. She "died" three times on the table and they had to restart her heart over and over. Then they had to do an emergency full-hysterectomy (sp?).
I ended up not having a name for 2 weeks because she was in a medically-induced coma. They kept telling my dad.... we need a name to put on her birth certificate otherwise her first name will be "Baby". He wouldn't budge and said that my mom had to choose it! Finally, they took her out of the coma and she chose a name. She was in the hospital for a month after and on complete bedrest for 2 months after that.
I am hoping and praying for something much less traumatic! I've always been fearful after hearing this story so much!
Right after my parents got married they went to China to teach English. It took my mom a while to figure out that she was pregnant (she thought the strange food was making her sick). Also, the pregnancy test she took was negative.
Anyway, because she was a foreigner, she was to get special privileges at the nearby hospital--a room to herself and my dad was going to get to be there (that was pretty much unheard of in China then). However, my mom didn't end up using her special privileges. She had an extremely fast labor, and my mom and dad both knew there was no time to get to the hospital. My dad ran outside, and in his limited Chinese, got a taxi driver to go get someone who could help (he left my mother with my head crowning). He delivered the baby, and a Chinese midwife showed up. She was so shocked to see a foreigner in labor in a small on-campus apartment that she flung her glasses in surprise. They hit the wall and shattered. My dad likes to tease me about the fact that replacing her glasses was far less expensive than paying for my birth certificate!
The cool thing was that my husband and I taught English in China right after we were married and traveled 20 hours to the city where I was born. We got to go inside the apartment I was born in, and that was one of the coolest things that I've ever done.
oh jeeze. i've heard this story soooo many times from my mom.
it was my brother's first day of school (i think it was kindergarten) and they were waiting for his bus. shortly before the bus arrived my mom felt a twinge of some sort, but passed it off. she put my brother on the bus, and watched the bus go down the street- as her water broke.
she went home, called whomever it was that she called, got to the hospital. the problem was, it was september, i wasn't due until november. she labored for a bit, and then they decided that it was time for a c section.
i was born at four pounds two ounces and was actually baptised and given my last rites within fifteen minutes of each other.
obviously i survived, and when i was allowed to leave the hospital, my mom had a grand ole' time dressing me in doll clothes (as they were the only things that fit) she jokes all the time that my birth was as dramatic as my life, and that obviously impatience and recklessness are strong traits:)
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I came 15 days late. My momma went into labor naturally, got an epi, and was in active labor for 14 hours before they decided I wasn't coming out that way. So they cut her open and she found out I had wrapped myself up in my umbilical cord, which was why I wasn't moving down the birth canal. But I was fine, and roomed in with her; which she couldn't understand because she couldn't even stand up to get me out of my bassinet. My first brother was a VBAC, and he was in NICU for over a week. My youngest brother was scheduled c-section because my my mom was "old" (40), three weeks early, and he spent 5 days in an incubator because he had a hole in his heart. He was the oopsie baby. No one could hold either of them during their first week. Now I'm pregnant with my own oopsie baby.
My mom was at work when she started having contractions (37w). She called my dad who is a Physician's Assistant and he said it would be a while. He decided to go play a Labor Day (funny, huh?) show with his bluegrass band. He assured my mom that there would be plenty of time. She was not happy. But she finished her shift (I hope I'm as strong as her), got home, and labor started picking up quickly. She called my aunt, who came over and took her to the hospital. Legend has it that my grandmother, following behind in her blue VW bug, took out someone's front picket fence on the way. She was never known for her good driving...
My dad made it to the hospital just in time. My mom was there for less than 45 minutes before she gave birth to me, totally naturally. Dad's theory about my mom's labor probably being long was waaayyy off.
I really hope some of this is genetic and my baby's birth is as quick and natural! Thankfully, the hospital is only about 12 blocks away from our apartment.