An Amazing and Exciting Thing is Going to Happen

I have known about this amazing and exciting thing for a couple weeks. I just haven’t taken the time to write up a post about it yet! **Drum Roll**


I am going to have a fourth birth story to write soon!!!! That’s right! T (you may remember her from my posts ‘Supporting T‘ focusing on supporting a breastfeeding Mom) is going to be having her baby at the end of this month and she has asked me to be one of her support people when she goes into labor! And more then that, she has given me permission to blog anything I want about the experience! Isn’t she awesome!?! (wait… you weren’t thinking that I was pregnant and going to be telling a birth story about me in labor again were you? 🙂 ) 

So of course, I am super excited to have this experience with her. It is an amazing honor that she trusts me enough to be there for her, and feels that I am going to be an asset to her experience. And of course, I am very excited to get to experience birth from the other side. Not to mention, getting to meet Baby L before the rest of the world. Eee! 

T and I have had a couple very good conversations about what she wants/needs from me as one of her support people, and how I can also support Mr. T. I feel very confident that I am going to be what T and her hubs need, and I hope that I can help contribute to a positive and happy experience. 

To T, I want you to know, that I am going to do everything I can to make this a positive empowering experience for you. Remember, the pain is natural, and your body knows what it’s doing! Soon, you and Mr. T are going to be holding Baby L and all this icky pregnancy business will be behind you. You’re strong, brave and awesome! 

Love, hugs and more to come later!


All About Zoey

This is my third and last installment of my birth stories. This is the story of Miss Zoey-Ann Marie.

In August of 2012 I decided that I wanted another baby. Hubs and I had talked a little about it back and forth, but I had decided that I did, for sure, want another baby, and if we were going to have another baby we were going to start trying asap so the age gap would be similar to that of Alex and Nick.

Hubs was on board and so the trying began. We didn’t have to try very hard ha ha. Less than a month later on September 19th, 2012 we found out we were expecting our third little monster!

This pregnancy was amazingly different than the boys were. I flew through the first trimester with no morning sickness, and the second and third trimesters with minimal aches and pains.

This time around I was sure we were going to be having a girl. We chose the name Zoey-Ann Marie for a girl, after my mom who is Sherry-Ann Marie and  Zachary Ian for a boy.

On January 3rd, 2013 we found out that we were indeed going to be welcoming a little girl into our not-so-little family!


The original plan when I found out I was pregnant was to go out to MB in February and have the baby in Winnipeg with my mom. I went out to Winnipeg but there were some complications (in life, not my pregnancy) that resulted in me choosing to come back to New Brunswick on March 31st, 8 weeks before my due date, to have the baby here. One of the biggest reasons was the Dr I had in Winnipeg not taking my fears about my bladder retention issues seriously. To me it was a very big issue.

When I arrived back in New Brunswick and was assigned to an OB (I couldn’t get the same OB I had with the boys as he was booked full and I needed an OB right now.) We sat and discussed my issues and fears. Since the cause of the bladder retention issues with Nick was never discovered, we only had theories to work from. The theory was that the issue was caused by 1-The size of the babies (Alex was 7 lbs 14 oz and Nick was 8 lbs) 2- The length of time I spend pushing (4.5 and 2.5 hours respectively) 3- the use of the epidural leading to the use of catheters or some combination of the three.

The OB decided to closely monitor Zoey’s size, and induce if she seemed to be over the 7.5 lb mark. It was also decided that I would be induced on my due date at the very latest. He also decided that he didn’t want me pushing for more than an hour, and if at an hour she wasn’t almost out he was going to move me over for a c section and that we wanted to avoid having me catheterized if at all possible.

When I was 10 days before my due date, I lost feeling in my bladder. I could still pee on my own, but my body wasn’t telling me when I needed to. I was scheduled to be induced on May 18th, 7 days before my due date. Unfortunately my induction was pushed off until May 20th.

On May 20th I went into the hospital and I was given Cytotec (which is a pill inserted into the vagina) to help ripen my cervix and prepare my body for labor. I needed to lie down and be monitored for an hour after they inserted the pill and then I was sent home for 3 hours. When I went back to the hospital at 1:30pm my contractions were starting to get more frequent and regular. The nurse had me walking and sitting on a birthing ball to help me dilate more. This was the first time I had ever experienced labor without the use of pitocin and the contractions didn’t seem nearly as intense. When I was checked at 4, she didn’t tell me how far I was and I was begging for an epidural. (Even though I couldn’t have one) I was in pain, and I was waiting for the contractions to get stronger (the way they had on the pitocin)

Suddenly I had the urge to push. I was shocked at  first. I had never felt this urge before (thank you epidural!) after a couple more contractions I couldn’t resist the urge anymore and I got back up on the bed to start pushing. Less than 10 minutes later, at 4:55 PM weighing 7 lbs 3 ozs and 20 inches long, I gave birth to our amazing daughter.


Because I was out of the hospital so fast with Zoey, I actually don’t have any pictures of me holding her in the hospital.

Ironically, my three babies have 2 very interesting similarities. All three of them were due on the same day of the month (Alex Dec 25, Nick Mar 25, and Zoey May 25) and all three of them had the same size head and tore me the exact same resulting in me needed the same number of stitches!

I was released from the hospital 24 hours after I gave birth, (on my birthday!) and came home to join my wonderful family.


Since having Zoey, life has been an adventure. Thankfully, I have had no bladder retention issues (although I do occasionally lose feeling in my bladder and am currently waiting on an appointment to see my Dr about it) and the Postpartum depression and anxiety that were so prominent with Nick, are very mild. I have bad days/bad weeks but overall, it has been a lot better, which leaves me with some guilt, but that’s another post for another day!

Love, hugs and more to come later!


All About Alex

I have decided that I want to document everything I remember about my pregnancies and labors. Obviously since I had three of them I am going to do it in three posts.  I want to do this while most of the memories are still fresh(ish) in my mind. I hope two things come from these posts. 1- I hope it serves as something the kids can look back on. And 2- I hope mom’s can read this and see how different every labor can be, so having a bad experience doesn’t make them extremely anxious about going through the process again. This is part one. All About Alex.


On April 21st, 2010 I found out I was pregnant. Hubs and I were excited and shocked that we were already pregnant! We were so anxious to find out if we were going to be having a boy or a girl! Who the baby would be like, who he would look like. Our due date was December 25th. I couldn’t think of a better Christmas present.

The first trimester was ridden with morning sickness that was sometimes so bad I couldn’t even hold down water. Some smells set me off so so badly. Thankfully my Dr prescribed me some amazing pills (dicletic) that got rid of the morning sickness and nausea for me. After about week 12, I stopped taking them and the morning sickness had gone away.

Throughout my pregnancy I suffered from extreme hip pain as a result of a fracture that I got when I was 17. It hadn’t healed properly and being pregnant refractured it. NOT FUN. At all. By the time I was 18 weeks pregnant I was put on sick leave and couldn’t work anymore. Unfortunately I was short a few hours to qualify for Employment Insurance, and we suffered an income loss. We weren’t too stressed about it. We planned out how we were going to afford the baby, and second hand stuff is always great!!

Our ultrasound was scheduled for August 10. We were so excited! I was sure the baby was a boy, and we had already picked out our names. If we were having a boy it would be Alexander Mychael and a girl would be Madison Ann-Marie. Alexander is a family name on my husbands side, Mychael is the name of the person who introduced my husband and I, and Ann-Marie is from my mom’s name.

When August 10 finally rolled around, we were ecstatic to find out we were indeed going to be welcoming a little boy into our lives!


ignore the timestamp on this picture. my camera liked to reset anytime I changed the batteries.

August rolled into September, and things were progressing normally. Alex’s heartbeat was constantly around 160 bpm and he moved around like crazy. Except one day in September, he wasn’t moving around. At all. I panicked (as any mom would) and called the labor and delivery unit. I was advised that I should eat something sweet, drink some juice and lie on my left side for an hour. And call them back if I hadn’t felt any movement. I did this. And still felt nothing. I went into the Labor and Delivery unit at the hospital and was hooked up to the monitor. Of course, as soon as I was, he moved around like crazy, and thank God, was perfectly fine.

September slipped into October and then into November and then finally it was December. My pregnancy had been progressing normally and we spent December walking, trying anything and everything we could to get labor going.

On December 28th at 3am I woke up with stomach pains. I honestly thought I was constipated. I went to the washroom. After a little while I realized that the pains seemed pretty evenly spaced. So I went back to bed and started timing them. They were 10 minutes apart. And then 8. And then 5. At 5 mins apart (about 530) I woke my husband up. He was up and dressed before I even threw back the covers. He was ready to rush to the hospital right then. But I was confident I had time to spare. I wanted breakfast. And to take the Christmas tree down. Once that was all done, Hubs and I argued over whether 6am was too early to vacuum. (We lived in an apartment, so I guess it was) We called our parents, I repacked and we headed down to the car. Of course there was a TON of snow. And it was still storming out. At 730am we arrived at the hospital. (a normal 20 minute drive took over an hour) My contractions were about 4 minutes apart and slowly getting stronger.

At noon I had my water broken. At 5 pitocin was started. My contractions were not staying regular and they were not getting stronger. It was obvious my body needed some help. At 7pm they started administering drugs. This is where things start getting a little foggy for me. I was given fentanyl, and the nurse was administering it too often (I didn’t find this out until much much later) At the time I thought it was normal. There are parts of my labor and delivery that are blank. Around 8 or so I got an epidural. At 915pm the nurse checked me and told me that I would be ready to start pushing when she was back from her break as I was 9.5 cm. When she came back from her break at 945 pm she had me start pushing. She did not check me again. At midnight,  after I had been pushing for over 2 hours, the Dr came in to check me. I wasn’t fully thinned out or dilated. Nothing had happened since she last checked me. Except that I was exhausted. And the Dr realized that the baby’s head seemed twisted and stuck. He wanted me prepped for a C Section.

I didn’t want a C section. At all. It scared me. I wanted to do it myself. I was given papers to sign my consent (I don’t remember signing them) and I was prepped for C section. I was rolled into the OR and the anesthesiologist who had heard me repeatedly state that I didn’t want a C section, told the nurse that instead of wasting the contractions, I should push through them and maybe avoid the C section. (I didn’t know it then, but she knew if I could get the baby down far enough a C section would no longer be an option, and she knew the only reason I was being prepped for a C section was that my blood pressure was sky rocketing and they were worried about me laboring for much longer, they weren’t concerned about the baby, he was perfect)

So I pushed. And pushed and pushed some more. After pushing for 4.5 hours, an episiotomy and a forcep assisted birth, Alex was born on December 29, 2010 at 2:14 am. He had the cord around his neck 3 times. But he was a perfect 7 lbs 13 oz and 21 3/4 inches long.


After I had Alex I had a really bad bladder infection from the prolonged catheter use that was made necessary because I couldn’t pee on my own until 3 days after I had him. (Which was attributed to the swelling from the episiotomy) On January 1, 2011 I finally got to leave the hospital and bring my baby boy home.

Unfortunately, I didn’t heal properly from the episiotomy, but I didn’t know this until my 6 week check up. I thought the extreme pain was normal. Turns out that I had a really painful skin tag that needed to be burned off, By the time Alex was 8 weeks old, I felt normal again though. 🙂

That concludes Alex’s pregnancy/birth story. Nick and Zoey’s are coming soon!

Love, hugs, and more to come later!