Our Baby’s Birth Story (Part III)

by Lara on November 5, 2012

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.  ~Rajneesh

Continued from Part I and Part II.   

We knew that I wanted to use the birthing center tub right away, but I would have to wait.  I was among the 25% of women who are Group B Strep positive, so I would need to receive an initial dose of antibiotics through an IV, and had to have a hep-lock kept in place for more doses as the labor continued.  Additionally it is standard procedure to be hooked up to an external fetal monitor for at least 20 minutes upon admittance, in order to get an initial read of the baby’s heart rate.

Thankfully the nurses honored our birth plan request that all monitoring after the initial strip be kept to a minimum and be done with a handheld device.  Being hooked up to the monitors for that first half hour or so made the contractions especially difficult to get through.  My mobility was severely limited, and all I could really do was bounce on the birth ball.

The baby’s heart rate was strong.  The contractions started to slow to 6 minutes apart, but were reaching a terrible pain level.  The tub was ready at 6:45pm, and I got in with the hope that the contractions would speed up and I could get some relief.

The hours I spent in that tub are one physically excruciating and emotionally draining blur.  I struggle to find the words to explain the agony of transition-level contractions, or the degree of exhaustion I was feeling after working through them on a 32-hour sleep deficit.

From 7pm until 8pm, the contractions moved back to being 4 minutes apart.  I knew that for the pain level I was feeling, they should have been much closer.  I started to panic in between contractions, asking Rachael why they weren’t moving closer together even though the pain was getting worse.  Having that much time in between might sound great, but it was terrible; the more time that passed from one contraction to the next, the harder the next one would hit when it finally did come.   When I did have the odd contraction that was right on top of the previous one, it wasn’t nearly as intense as when they were spaced out.  The ones that were spaced further apart were so much worse.  That time in between was spent recovering from the last contraction and anticipating the next one, when I would feel an excruciating SLAM in my body from the inside out.  Rachael had to remind me each time, “That one is gone.  It’s over.  It’s never coming back.”

But it did come back.  It came back worse.  I started shaking, crying, and showing classic signs of transition.  The nursing shifts changed and a new nurse, Kale, came in to introduce herself.  My nurse is named after a vegetable, I thought.  A vegetable that I hate.  Is this a dream?  My brain barely registered Mia coming in and out, Kale taking my vitals, Rachael telling me to breathe, and Matthew pouring hot water down my back.

“I can’t do this,” I cried.  You can, they said.  I was writhing, screaming, and shaking badly.  I felt like a wild animal, desperate to get out of my own body.  But I was stuck.

Rachael helped me focus.  When I made a high pitched scream, she told me to turn it into a low moan.  Then I turned inward, blocking everyone else out.  A line from The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was playing over and over in my head:  We can make the best or the worse of it.  I hope you make the best of it.  And I hope you see things that startle you.  I hope you feel things you never felt before.

I started to think about my mom, and how badly I wanted her to be there.  I remembered her telling me that birth was a privilege.

I started to think about my sisters and my aunties who labored before me.

With each contraction, I thought of someone different.  I dedicated that contraction to them.  I thought of my grandmother, who birthed eight children.  I thought of my other grandmother, who birthed four.  Every meaningful person I could think of, I would focus on with all my energy.

I started to feel the baby move after each contraction.  He’s telling you it’s okay, Matthew said.

By 8pm, the contractions had slowed even further and were now only 6-7 minutes apart.  More time passed.  At one point, Mia and Kale came in, trying to get a read of mine and the baby’s vitals. As Rachael eyed her phone to time the contractions, Matthew, Mia, and Kale all stared at the clock on the wall to time the baby’s heartbeat.  It was eerily quiet.  I knew what everyone was thinking: why aren’t these contractions coming quicker?

Mia wanted to check my progress.  Unlike the first time I was checked, this time I didn’t think twice about how far I might be.  I was positive it was almost time to push.

When Mia told me I had only progressed to 7cm and the baby was still at 0 station, I LOST IT.  Completely lost it.

“I can’t do one more contraction.  NOT ONE MORE!”  I screamed.  This was immediately followed by, “I want it!  I want it NOW!”

“You want what?” someone asked.

I couldn’t believe they were going to make me say it.  I couldn’t believe I was asking for it.  I wanted a natural childbirth.  With all my heart.  I had fought so hard for it.  But I was EXHAUSTED.  All I could think about was lying down.  The pain was unbearable, yes, but more than anything, I was tired.

I knew because I had asked for the epidural during a contraction that I wouldn’t be taken seriously.  Once it passed, I cried that I was sorry, so sorry, but I couldn’t do it anymore.  “Don’t trick me,” I begged, worried that they wouldn’t give in to my request.

In fact, I found out later that everyone was relieved when I finally asked for the epidural.  Though we had specified in our birth plan not to offer pain medication, Rachael told me that she was starting to get pressure to discuss it with me once it was clear that my labor had stalled, and the anesthesiologist was already on our floor.

I got help out of the tub, and ran, practically naked, back to our birthing suite.

Here’s the thing about pain medication during childbirth: once you decide you want it, you want it YESTERDAY.  I was told the epidural would take about 45 minutes.  I was beside myself.  A nurse offered me a narcotic that she said could be administered through my IV.  It would take immediate effect.

“YES!” I screamed.

Rachael, ever so respectfully, told me that I could get the drug if I wanted, but I should know that unlike the epidural, this would get to the baby.

Saying no to that drug was the hardest thing I have ever done.

Though I kept insisting that I couldn’t do one more contraction, I had to do about 15 more before the epidural was finally administered.  People have since asked me if the needle was scary, or if the insertion was painful.  My answer is that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, could have been worse than the contractions I was feeling.

Because we hadn’t planned on a medicated birth, I had to sign all the paperwork in the midst of the worst contractions yet.

I felt a mixture of immense relief and immense guilt.  Matthew said I appeared vacant and defeated.  Empty.  I remember thinking, I’ll probably need pitocin after this.  Who knows, maybe I’ll need a c-section.  But none of it mattered at the time.  I was lost.  I had forgotten we were there to have a baby, and that is a scary place to be.

They told me the epidural would need a while to take effect, but I felt instant relief.

Matthew crawled into bed with me, and in a matter of seconds, I was konked out into a hard, deep sleep.

It was an hour later when I semi-awoke to a flurry of activity.  I felt the sensors on my belly being adjusted and moved around.  Two nurses stood above me.  I was half asleep but managed to make out what they were saying.  My blood pressure had tanked.  They were going to give me medication to bring it back up.  They needed consent.

I remember thinking that I should have been more worried than I felt.  I hazily mumbled some words.  Yes to the meds.  Was the baby ok?  Yes.  More sleep.

I was checked again at 11:30pm.  I told Mia that I thought I felt my water break, and it had.  I was dilated to 9cm and was 100% effaced, but they were having trouble picking up the baby’s heart rate.  An internal fetal monitor would need to be inserted.

I was scared.  I knew from our birth classes that this monitor was like a screw in the baby’s head.  I was about to protest when I remembered something Mia said during the hospital tour, months prior:  If I ever suggest an internal fetal monitor, you want me to use it.  It means I’m worried about the baby’s heartbeat.  I consented and, once things were okay again, fell back asleep.

I woke up at 2am.  The room was quiet and dark.  Mia came in to check me, and I was at 10cm and the baby was at +2 station.  It was time to push.  Everyone in the room rejoiced.  Everyone but me.

In all my readings, I had heard about how natural childbirth gives you “the overwhelming urge to push” when your body is ready. For years, my mom has told me about how much she actually enjoyed pushing and what a relief it is, physically and mentally. I had looked forward to pushing to experience the natural urges of my body.

But because of the epidural, I was numb. I had no overwhelming urge to push. I was still exhausted and I couldn’t fathom how I would ever do it.

Rachael seemed to sense my hesitation and asked me what I was worried about. I told her I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do it.  I didn’t feel ready, and the lack of physical sensation made the idea of pushing seem forced and artificial.  She assured me that I would be able to, that my body had come this far and that it would carry me through. Epidural or not, my body was still doing the work to birth this baby.

Mia had to finish up another birth, but Kale said if we wanted to do a couple of “practice pushes” while we waited, it might help build my confidence.

Because I couldn’t lift my legs, I would need assistance. With Rachael on my left and Matthew on my right, they each lifted a leg. I was told to arch my back, curl my spine over my stomach, and push “like you are having a bowl movement.”

We waited for my next contraction to show up on the monitor. When it did, I took one deep breath, exhaled, took another deep breath, and pushed. From the very first push, they told me that they could see the baby’s head.

That was all I needed to hear.

Right then, I decided that I didn’t need to feel the urge in my body to push this baby out. I just needed to feel it in my heart.

In quick succession, I took two more breaths and pushed after each one, making the most of the contraction. Mia came in 15 minutes later and was impressed by my progress.

Even with the epidural, pushing was exhausting.  I could still feel an immense amount of pressure down there, and progress was hard to gauge.  As the time passed, my motivation was waning.  I was asked if I wanted a mirror to see the baby’s head.  I hesitated at first, but agreed.  The baby would come down, just to inch back up.  It was two steps forward, one step back.  But with each push, Mia said she saw the baby adjusting himself and getting into position.  She was shocked; he was helping me.  We were working together.

I pushed and pushed and pushed.  Matthew would watch the monitor and tell me when a contraction was starting, and I would push three times per one contraction, each time asking, “Again?  Can I push again?”

I had started to get nauseous and had to stop several times to ask for a bucket, but nothing ever came up.  Halfway though, I remembered we packed some Shot Bloks and I started chewing on those, which helped to boost my energy.

Two hours passed.  I was so focused on pushing that I hadn’t noticed the room was buzzing.  A cart was brought in and the warmer was turned on.  The baby nurse had arrived and was waiting.  Matthew had asked to catch the baby and cut the cord, so Mia instructed him that on her cue, he was to drop my leg and a nurse would take over holding it.  Everyone was ready, but there was still no baby.  I told Mia I needed some motivation.  She said, “Well, I’m pretty sure he has reddish blonde hair.”

That was when I remembered why I was there to begin with.

I barely recall that last 15 minutes of pushing.  Matthew later said that he has never seen me so determined, so focused.  I was no longer asking if I could keep pushing.  I would just push, sometimes five or six times in one contraction.  The whole room was cheering me on to keep going.

What came next happened so fast.

First I heard Matthew, who had been so gentle and quiet for the past 30+ hours, exclaim with pure, pure joy:  “Lara he’s coming!  Oh my God, he’s coming!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!”

Then I heard my baby.  I heard my baby, but I didn’t see my baby.  He was screaming before he’d even been fully born.

A nurse hastily unbuttoned the top of my hospital gown, and Matthew dropped my leg to “catch” him.  Before I knew it, he was placed on my chest.

{Try to enjoy the following photos and overlook, if you can, MY EIGHT CHINS}

I couldn’t believe how perfect he was.  I still can’t.

He got two 9’s on the APGAR.  (“He aced his first test!” said Matthew proudly.)  Kale (who, despite being named after my least favorite vegetable, was an incredible nurse) did his initial exams while he was still on my chest, where he stayed for the next two hours.

Never have I felt such tremendous gratitude in my life.

I turned to Rachael and, with great relief, sighed “It’s over.  It’s over.  Thank God it’s all over.”

She smiled and said, “Oh sweetheart, it’s not over.  It’s just beginning.”

 All photos in this post are courtesy of Aspin Photography.  Thank you, Brandi!

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Melissa November 5, 2012 at 5:25 pm

Oh Lara what a beautiful, harrowing, inspirational and amazing birth story you have to share! I love that line from the movie and love how you thought of all the women in your life who went through childbirth too. Beautifully written. And it’s so true … this is just the beginning. I loved reading this!!! Hugs!


Lara November 5, 2012 at 6:01 pm

Thank you, friend!


Sarah S. November 5, 2012 at 5:30 pm

YAY!!!! Oh my god, I’m sitting here in tears. YAY LARA!! Definitely worth the wait 🙂 Congratulations again.

I completely related to the moment when you decided you wanted that epidural – YESTERDAY. I had the same experience, having wanted a natural waterbirth. I don’t think I’ll protest so hard against the epi next time… 🙂


Lara November 5, 2012 at 6:02 pm

LOL. I don’t know about a next time 😉


Sarah S. November 5, 2012 at 6:03 pm

Haha! Just wait a few hundred more days. Eli’s suddenly a toddler and my nest feels empty. Motherhood just makes you plain crazy I guess 🙂


Purely Twins November 5, 2012 at 5:53 pm

beautiful story!!! so happy for you


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:06 am

Thank you!


tina November 5, 2012 at 5:56 pm

I’m sobbing right now. Thank you so much for sharing. I started tearing at the part where you were thinking about your mother and your grandmother and other women who have given birth before you. I’m 35 weeks pregnant and throughout this pregnancy I have been thinking a lot of my own mother as well (passed away when I was 5). Congratulations on your baby. I think you did a wonderful job and you were so brave. I’m am absolutely terrified, but I know that I will get through it. Thanks again!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:08 am

Thank you for such a nice comment, and congratulations on your pregnancy! Don’t be terrified…you will be amazed at what your body can do! Good luck!


Sana November 5, 2012 at 6:01 pm

Wow. Congrats on your beautiful family.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:10 am

Thanks Sana!


Stacy K November 5, 2012 at 6:31 pm

This was such a beautiful story Lara! I loved how you thought about all of the women in your life who have been through child birth. It makes me a little sad that our birth story is no where near where I imagined it would be, but I try to own it because it’s ours and it’s special just like yours.

I love the professional pictures too! You can really feel the emotion in them. Beautiful family congratulations xoxo


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:10 am

Thanks Stacy. Honestly I haven’t met one mom yet who got the birth she envisioned. And you’re right, each one is special, anyway.


Cortney November 5, 2012 at 6:50 pm

Finished your story with tears rolling down my cheeks. Childbirth is so beautiful no matter how the process happens. Thanks for sharing.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:11 am

So true. Thanks Cortney 🙂


Sarah @ Our Little Belly Bean November 5, 2012 at 7:24 pm

Sooo amazing! Reminded me of what it was like and the pure joy that a mother’s heart feels when she gets to hear, see, and hold her baby for the first time! Congratulations again!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:11 am

Indeed! Thanks Sarah.


Katie November 5, 2012 at 7:32 pm

A beautiful story, beautifully told.

I attended 5 labors as a student nurse, and each woman said “I can’t do this”. I remember swearing I wouldn’t say it during my first labor, and blurting it out regardless. I think EVERYONE says it. Labor is strange…when things are going right is when it feels the most wrong.

And as far as getting pain control, it is all relative. You had a loooong labor and battled through most of it completely on your own. Just because you can go through labor medication med free doesn’t mean you have to! You wouldn’t get dental work without it!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:13 am

Thank you so much for this comment and sharing your perspective! I have since thought the same thing about medication 😉


Sarah November 5, 2012 at 7:54 pm

And now I’m sobbing.

Just beautiful, Lara. You, your story, your family, the love you all share. Beautiful.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:15 am

Thanks so much, friend 🙂 Hope you get to meet him sometime when we finally make it down to your neck of the woods!


Jessie @ Graze With Me November 5, 2012 at 8:24 pm

Awww great ending! It’s funny how similar our birth stories are. I tell you what though, that moment when you’re sure you’re almost ready to push and they tell you you’re not even close – is SOUL crushing. Epidural please!!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:16 am

I’ll have to re-read your story now that I have a little perspective! Thanks Jessie 🙂


elise November 5, 2012 at 9:00 pm

hahaha. ok, so i dont mean to laugh, but a little bit into it, i was reallllly hoping youd get an epidural. dont get me wrong. i obviously have NO idea what childbirth will be like, but as a nurse, i hate seeing people in pain. and i can almost promise you ill be getting an epidural.

anyway, the photos are lovely and you guys are just the cutest parents ever. im so so happy for you.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 11:17 am

Haha, thanks Elise. Yeah, I thought I let everyone down when I got it, but actually everyone said they were so relieved!

Can’t wait to follow your baby journey too 🙂


Emily Malone November 5, 2012 at 9:15 pm

So much of this is eerily similar to my story – obviously the setting, the midwife (LOVE her!), the shotblocks, the breakdown in the tub, etc. (I actually had one of the same nurses too – the blonde girl in the background!) So beautiful – you definitely did G’s arrival justice. I hope that writing this out brought closure and pride – you did an incredible thing for both yourself and your family.

I’d love to see you and G again soon! Let me know when you need some fresh air. 🙂


Lara November 6, 2012 at 1:35 pm

I know! Crazy! I seem to remember I commented on your birth story when I was pregnant and said something along the lines of, “I love reading this because it could be OUR birth story, too!” And you replied with, “For your sake, I hope it’s shorter!” It was, thankfully, but not by as much as I would have liked 😉

I think I packed the Shot Blocks after reading about them on yours and Caitlin’s blog 😉

Thanks for the kind words and support. I’d love to get together for a walk when weather allows! Text me 🙂


Aline November 5, 2012 at 9:22 pm

Oh Lara, when I saw that first picture of you holding G, I had to cry.

Your story reminded me a lot of my own. I also wanted a natural birth but I was in early labor for five days. Unable to sleep for more than half an hour at a time, so by the time I was finally admitted to the hospital I was begging for the epidural. It was like heaven after those sleepless, pain-filled days. I had troubles pushing with the epidural for the first hour but then, like you, I got very determined. Also, the epidural started to wear off a bit. And like that, it all worked out. Though I have to say pushing was MUCH harder than I ever imagined and whenever I get pregnant with the next baby, I will make sure to workout through my whole pregnancy.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 1:36 pm

Five days…wow! That’s insane. Yes, the exhaustion is what got me. I’m convinced of it.


Leah November 5, 2012 at 11:03 pm

Again, you’ve captured this so well. Thank you for sharing it with us Lara. As someone who is waiting to go into labour basically any minute now I am so inspired by your story, no matter how it turned out, birth plan or not. G is so lucky to have such loving parents!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 1:43 pm

Thank you, Leah. It’s so great to feel supported by other mamas 🙂 I have no doubt you will labor as beautifully as this one as you did with Sophie! I am thinking of you. Please keep us updated!


Ruby @ Focus, Woman! November 6, 2012 at 1:48 am

What a beautiful story Lara! I hope this was therapeutic to write? I know you still feel uncertain about getting an epidural. I think that is the disadvantage of having to fight for a natural labour: it means that in your preparation, you leave no room for ‘maybe I’ll go natural’. I think you wriote about it in one of your posts on Bradley. There’s no way to measure or be given a point of reference where someone will say ‘if you feel X or have been labouring for x amount of time ask for an epidural’.

What I do believe though, is that the MOST important lesson we have to learn as mothers, is to TRUST our instincts, our bodies. It starts before the baby is born and continues through their whole lives: you have to let go of the rational and really listen to what your heart is saying.

You did fantastic my dear.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 1:44 pm

Thank you so much, Ruby! It was very therapeutic.
Your words are so true.


Cat November 6, 2012 at 2:14 am

Wow, what a beautiful story! I definitely started crying while reading it so thank you for sharing. I’m due in 12 days so it’s been great reading your pregnancy journey & now birth story!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 1:49 pm

Thanks for your comment! Good luck to you! 🙂


Katie @ Legally Fit November 6, 2012 at 4:34 am

Such a beautiful birth story! That quote at the beginning nearly brought me to tears. You’ve inspired me to finish writing Audrey’s birth story (thirteen months after the fact). You did an amazing job, mama!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 1:50 pm

Yay, I’d love to read it if you publish it. Love, love, love reading birth stories.


Caroline @ chocolate & carrots November 6, 2012 at 4:41 am

Yep, I cried. That was beautiful Lara! I too wanted a natural birth, but ended up with an epidural. Great job! He’s beautiful!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:00 pm

Thank you! Is your birth story written on your blog? I’d love to read it!


Caroline @ chocolate & carrots November 6, 2012 at 2:05 pm

Yep! It’s on the baby part of the blog called Crackers & Carrots! 🙂 Here’s the link to the birth story: http://chocolateandcarrots.com/crackersandcarrots/2012/06/the-birth-story


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:20 pm

Woo hoo!


Kim November 6, 2012 at 4:43 am

Yup, hysterical here. Beautifully written Lara. As someone who has yet to get pregnant (but hopefully in the next two years), thank you for being so honest about your experience. The three of you make an absolutely stunning family.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:22 pm

Thank you Kim. For you to say something is well written is a very big compliment.
Oh, and your kids with The Fella would be INSANE!


crystal November 6, 2012 at 6:04 am

i laughed. i cried. and i deeply sympathize with you! our labor and deliveries were quite similar with 2+ hours of pushing. tons of back labor + epidural + lots of pushing resulted in me not really embracing the moment when my son was born because i was exhausted and glad to have it over with ( i think i was in shock lol). regardless, there are so many good, relatable quotes in your post 🙂 thank you for writing this! maybe now i’ll have to finish Levi’s birth story….you know, with all the free time I have 😉


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:24 pm

Thank you, Crystal! Gosh I didn’t have back labor though. You are a champ!


mary @ what's cookin with mary November 6, 2012 at 8:00 am

Tears welled up in my eyes reading this Lara. Congrats to you and your husband! Such a beautifully honest story. Thank you for sharing this. You rocked it sister!!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:25 pm

Thank you so much! 🙂


Melissa @TryingtoHeal November 6, 2012 at 8:24 am

Ahhh…I’m crying like a small child on this end! You are such a brave and strong woman and I cannot even imagine the pain you went through. You are to be congratulated every single day!!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:26 pm

Such kind words, thank you Melissa 🙂


Katherine November 6, 2012 at 9:46 am

Absolutely beautiful, Lara. You, Matthew and G all worked together to do the most incredible and miraculous thing in this whole entire world. Never forget what incredible accomplishments are possible when you give yourself over to something so powerful and when you work together!!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:42 pm

Thank you so much, Katherine!


Andrea November 6, 2012 at 10:49 am

By far, the best birth story I’ve read. You are such an amazing writer and it is such a gift for all of us readers.
I first read Part III last night and I have to say, it was making a scheduled c-section for #2 (whenever that is) look mighty appealing. But then I got to the end and remembered that I still have a maternal desire to experience labor. I reread your story again this morning and I’m still jealous of your story and even more in awe of you. Amazing job, Lara.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 2:55 pm

Wow, thank you so much, Andrea. This means a lot.


glidingcalm November 6, 2012 at 12:47 pm

Oh my goshhhhhhhhh. I was so close to crying. This is so beautiful, Lara, and you are such an amazing writer! I think you would write an incredible novel, if you ever wanted to. Thank you for sharing your story!! I am also now terrified to have a baby! lol OH, and the shot blocks for energy?! so genius!! only a blogger would think to do that! lol

love you!


Lara November 6, 2012 at 3:06 pm

Oh don’t be scared to have a baby! It was the experience of my life. You will be amazing.

Thank you for the sweet words <3


KatyBug November 6, 2012 at 1:04 pm

Ahhhhhh I feel like you and I shared the exact same feelings, especially during transition and at 7cm. You are such an amazing person, and I’m so relieved you got a break, even though it was short. The pictures are absolutely GORGEOUS and G is so lucky to have you as a mom.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 3:07 pm

I just reread yours, Katy. You were such a champ! Thanks for your comment <3


Kiran @ KiranTarun.com November 6, 2012 at 2:00 pm

Oh my gosh, Lara. Your posts brought tears to my eyes. What a harrowing and emotional birth story. I’m so glad you shared your experience with us all.

ps: Matthew’s expressions were priceless.


Lara November 6, 2012 at 3:08 pm

Thank you Kiran 🙂


Heather November 6, 2012 at 2:39 pm

Being 7+ months pregnant makes me extra emotional right now, but this was such a beautiful story. Being pregnant has taught me that so many things are out of my control. I can see you learned that as well, and you handled it beautifully. Congratulations to you and your beautiful family.


Lara November 8, 2012 at 9:22 am

I can’t believe you’re over seven months already! Thank you for the comment 🙂 I’m so excited to “meet” Baby R!


Andrea@WellnessNotes November 10, 2012 at 9:26 am

Your wrote down your journey so beautifully. Many years from now you will be so thankful that you wrote it all down and that you have photos from along the way…


Lara November 11, 2012 at 11:24 am

Thank you Andrea. I am already so grateful for the photos!


miunds November 10, 2012 at 1:41 pm

beautiful story, Lara. I’m here counting the days and very inspired by this. Thanks for sharing 🙂


Lara November 11, 2012 at 11:25 am

Thank you! Good luck to you, how exciting!


Marie-Sophie November 15, 2012 at 2:36 am

Absolutely beautifully written!! (and beautifully photographed, too!)

When I was around 17 years old, I had to do a 6 week internship in a hospital and I did it in the maternity ward. I was able to witness a birth during that time. And even though I was only 17 and I could see how painful it must have been … everything kind of faded when the baby was born! Suddenly there was another person in the room! And whenever people asked if I still wanted kids after that experience, I said “of course, you can see that it’s so worth it when she gets the baby placed on her chest”.

And after reading your birth story – honestly, I can’t wait to have kids soon!! Thanks for writing all this down and for sharing it, Lara!


Lara July 17, 2013 at 7:31 pm

Late to respond to this…sorry!
I love what you said, “Suddenly there was another person in the room!” That sums it up perfectly 😉


Beckie July 8, 2013 at 1:29 pm

Lara, I’m a mother of four and grandmother of 6. Just came across your birth story, and really enjoyed reading it as I held my little almost two-month old grandson (also named Graham, by the way). You express yourself very well. Thanks for writing it.


Lara July 17, 2013 at 7:30 pm

Thank you Beckie, and congratulations to your family!


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