Birth Stories

Luna’s Birth Story

It was July 17th, Tuesday afternoon when my doctors office called me. I had just turned in a 24 hour sample the day before after feeling unwell that previous Friday. The nurse explained it was urgent and that we needed to pack our bags and head to the hospital where a room was waiting for us and I would be induced the minute we got there. They had found through my sample that my urine protein levels were skyrocketing, resulting in my body going into the early stages of preeclampsia. We grabbed our things in a hurry and began calling our family and our photographer.

My heart was racing the entire 30 minute drive to St David’s Hospital. This was was not how I envisioned our birthing experience. I was so worried for the health of our little girl and anxious to have her in my arms safe.

We arrived to the hospital around 2:30 and were immediately checked in. We were introduced to our sweet nurses for the evening and escorted to our room. The nurses started an IV and made sure we were comfortable and cozy. My midwife came in around 3 to meet with us, she went over the induction process and told us what to expect. She checked my cervix and found that I was completely closed and 0% effaced. They decided to start the induction by giving me an insert called cervadil to help soften the cervix. She explained there was a small chance the cervadil insert would start labor but that it was uncommon for that alone to do much. She left for the evening and told me to get some rest for a big day tomorrow.

It was 5:00 A.M when I woke up with contractions, they were 4 minutes apart and felt to be getting stronger and stronger. The nurse came in about an hour later to check my progress again and I was dilated to a one and my cervix wasn’t really thinning at all. They came back in two hours later to check again and I was dilated to a two and 50 percent effaced, yay! They told us that labor had officially started. I was so nervous but so so excited to meet our little girl. The nurses and midwife waited until I was dilated to a 4 and then decided to start pitocin. The contractions were getting stronger and stronger, I decided to go ahead and get the epidural.

They came back in around 3pm to break my water. The baby was having deep variables in her heart rate with every contraction so the Obgyn decided to apply inter vaginal sensors to the top of her head to monitor her more closely. They allowed me to labor for a few more hours and came to check on us again around 5 P.M. I hadn’t made any progress with dilation and the baby was not handling the induction well. Her heart rate would drop dramatically with every contraction. We were all on edge and getting super nervous for her safety, our hospital team decided to stop the pitocin and give her a break. Around 6 they started an amnio fusion to try and help regulate her heart rate. Shortly after the pitocin was stopped my contractions slowed down and became less regular and less intense. However the babies heart rate regulated back out and that was the most important thing. A few hours later around 9 the midwife on call came in to check on us. She decided to start the pitocin again and try to get things moving along. Just minutes into it the babies heart rate started to drop again, more dramatically than it had before getting down into the 60’s. Every time her heart rate would drop our nurses would run in and flip me to the side to try and help reposition her, attempting to get her heart rate back up. This went on for 30 minutes, we were terrified for our daughters safety and finally asked the nurse if we could stop the pitocin and opt for a cesarian.

This was completely opposite of what we both had envisioned, we wanted an all natural birth with minimal interference. But we couldn’t imagine anything happening to our baby. We knew this would be the safest option for her. The nurse seemed to light up when we asked about a cesarian, she said she was so thankful we brought that up because our daughter was not doing well. She immediately got the midwifes approval and they stopped the pitocin. Just minutes later the OBGYN on call for the evening came to our room to greet us. He went over the process for a cesarean and we got to meet our anesthesiologist and surgery team. Everyone was extremely nice and so supportive, we felt relieved and so anxious to meet our little girl.

The anesthesiologist made sure I had no feeling from my belly button down. I was wheeled back to a cold, bright room where I was laid back on a table and a white sheet was placed in front of me. My heart was racing and I couldn’t stop shaking. My boyfriend was finally allowed in the room and he held my hand the entire time. I could feel extreme tugging and pulling. It was so intense I kept passing in and out of consciousness, in the moments when I was awake I had to give it everything I could not to vomit. It was a feeling I can hardly explain. About 10 minutes into the tugging and pulling and my OBGYN tells us he is about to deliver her. He tells me to expect an immense amount of pressure and seconds later we could hear her crying.

At 10:22 Pm we welcomed our little girl, Luna Iva Marie Baza into the world. She weighed 6 pounds, 4 ounces, was 20 inches long and more perfect than what I could imagine. I cried tears of relief and kept my consciousness just long enough to see her and kiss her face when my boyfriend brought her over. After that I immediately passed out and don’t remember waking up until we were in recovery. Once in recovery I was finally able to hold her. She was so tiny and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The obgyn came and explained to us that her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck and that things could have gotten worse had we not done the cesarean. Although It was the hardest, most challenging experience I have ever been through it was so worth it to have her here safely and I’d do it 100 times over. Best day ever.

Margaret’s Birth Story


On Thursday, March 22, I scheduled a prenatal massage at 1pm hoping that it would kick start labor like it did with my daughter, Eleanor. I had sporadic contractions starting at 4am, but they stopped shortly after 6am. By the end of the appointment, I began to have regular contractions. My husband and I decided to see how the late afternoon progressed because they weren’t very strong, so we took a walk and ran some errands.

When we got home, the contractions picked up and were consistently 3-4 minutes apart and lasted 30-45 seconds. They still weren’t very strong or painful, but noticeable. I called my midwives around 7:30pm to let them know what was happening. In my gut I didn’t feel like I was in active labor, but my midwives, Monika and Tara, wanted to check me just to make sure because they knew things could move fast. We called our birth photographer and my friend Cassie to come over too just in case. Everyone arrived shortly after 8pm. The midwives checked me and I was 1cm dilated, 90% effaced and -1 station.

When the midwives listened to baby’s heart tones, they were concerned about some occasional drops to the lower end of the normal range. They had me lay on my side because it seemed that baby liked it better when I rested on my right side. They also decided to stay another hour to check baby’s heart tones intermittently as well as see if I made any progress with labor. At that point, my mind went into panic mode. I worried that something was wrong. It felt like I was going to lose out again on having the home birth experience I wanted. Several minutes later they sent my husband into the bedroom. I broke down in big, ugly, gut wrenching sobs. Ryan wrapped his arms around me and we prayed that baby’s heart would be strong, the cord wouldn’t have any issues, and that God would grant me my heart’s desire for a peaceful home birth. We agreed that our main priority was baby’s safety as we didn’t know if the drop meant an issue with the cord, or something else (I had a partial abruption with Eleanor, which ended in a hospital transfer). As he left the room, the song You’re Gonna Be OK by Jenn and Brian Johnson started to play. I knew in my heart that God had His hands wrapped around this baby and me.

The midwives stayed an additional three hours to check baby’s heart tones. After that initial check, the heart tones never dipped back down again. Praise God! Unfortunately, labor never progressed and my contractions were spacing out to 6 minutes apart. The midwives decided to leave, but I was told to contact them if I felt things shift. Per their instructions, I had a glass of wine and went to bed.

I expected labor to pick up the following day, but nothing happened. Monika called me that afternoon and stressed that the drops in heart tones normally wouldn’t bother anyone, but that she wanted to be super careful. She also said that she felt that yesterday happened for a reason: I was supposed to confront my fear of another transfer.

Later that day, Ryan and I decided it would be good to take a walk around our local mall and Target. Contractions were basically nonexistent and we hoped they’d pick up again if I walked a lot. For the rest of the day I felt frustrated and restless. That night, my body emptied itself and I lost a lot of my mucus plug. Ah! There was hope! Contractions were still nonexistent for the most part, but I called Monika to let her know my body was making some progress. She said these were all good signs and to get as much sleep as I could.

On Saturday, March 24th, I woke up at 4am with contractions that were 3-4 minutes apart. They didn’t feel strong — it actually felt like another repeat of Thursday night. I woke Ryan up to see if we should call the midwives. We waited, counted contractions and eventually agreed to try to get more sleep and wait until they got stronger and closer together. I slept a little but was wide awake at 6am. The contractions, though not strong, were still 3-4 minutes apart. I felt excited. This had to be it! I used the bathroom and lost even more of my mucus plug and this time had bloody show (something I never experienced with my first pregnancy). I let Ryan sleep until Eleanor woke up at 7am. By 7:30am the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and getting stronger. They weren’t painful at all, but I had to focus through them. I alternated between leaning on my birthing ball and bouncing on it to help keep labor going. I finally felt like I was in active labor. Ryan called the midwives, alerted the birth photographer, and then called my best friend, Cassie, who we made arrangements with to watch Eleanor while I was in labor.

Cassie arrived around 8:30am to pick up Eleanor. I gave her an extra hug and cried a little as she left. We told her when she came back home she’d have a little brother or sister. Tarra arrived around 8:45am and took my vitals. Monika arrived around 9am and did a vaginal exam. It was such a relief to learn that I was making good progress. I was dilated 3cm. Contractions continued to be painless, but they were strong and came every 3-4 minutes. Monika was concerned that I needed rest since I didn’t sleep well the night before. I laid down for a good hour and a half listening to worship music. The midwives came in every 15-20 minutes to check on baby’s heart tones. Everything sounded great.

Around 11:35am Monika asked if I felt ready to get things moving. I said “yes!” I really wanted to meet my baby. We decided to go for a walk since it was so beautiful outside. Monika, Ryan and I walked around our block a couple times and then walked the greenbelt behind our home. It felt good to move. I’ll never forget how beautiful that walk was. The bluebonnets were in bloom, the sun was shining, and I walked hand in hand with my husband through contractions. I was even able to laugh and talk in between them. I was amazed that there wasn’t any pain. With Eleanor’s birth, I endured excruciating back labor for hours. As we walked, I continued to focus and breathe through the contractions. They felt good. With each one, I took slow steady breaths, imagined my baby working his/her way down and said, “I’m elastic, I’m open, this is just a muscle tightening.”

30-minutes into our walk, I felt like we had to go home. I never stopped walking through the contractions and I felt them beginning to strengthen and get closer together. At 12:10pm, the moment we walked in the door, it was like a light switch turned on and I immediately went into transition. I began pacing the house and moaning low moans. There still wasn’t any pain, but I had to completely focus through them. Ryan called the birth photographer to let her know to come right away. Monika and Tara rushed to get the birth pool filled. I couldn’t stop moving. Ryan followed me around and tried to rub my shoulders. I snapped at him to get away from me. He motioned to Tara and told her that he believed I was in second stage. At that moment I felt the baby drop. My body was pushing the baby out by itself. I panicked and flagged down Monika. I heard her say, “Oh shit. OK. It’s time to get on the bed.” The birth pool was only partially filled, so I couldn’t get in it. Monika had me get on hands and knees on my bed. A few moments passed and Candice, our birth photographer, walked through the door.

While on my hands and knees my back began to feel like it was on fire. I panicked: it felt exactly like back labor. For the first time, I felt the pain of each contraction and the baby making its way down through my pelvis. I yelled for someone to help ease the pain in my back. With Tara’s help I was able to semi-focus again and regain a little more control of the pain, which is when my water broke. It sounded like a huge water balloon exploded. I looked down to find my knees swimming in brown tinged fluid. I pushed the fear back of another hospital transfer. As Tara changed the chux pads on the bed, Monika stressed the importance of me getting off my hands and knees and birthing the baby quickly because of the meconium stained amniotic fluid. The contractions were right on top of each other, so it felt impossible to move. Monika and Tara guided me to a side lying position and I tried to push the baby out with the next contraction. My leg was on Ryan’s shoulder and it felt all wrong. I exclaimed to Monika how horrible of a job I felt I was doing and she agreed and said I needed to be on my back. Ryan moved behind me with a pillow so I could recline on him and bring my legs up. This felt so much better! Another contraction began and after my second deep breath, I felt my body working with the contraction to push the baby down. What an amazing feeling! I almost wanted to laugh in excitement because it was completely different than my experience pushing Eleanor out. With the next contraction, the baby crowned. Monika asked me if I wanted to feel the baby’s head. I said no out of fear of losing momentum. Ryan excitedly exclaimed, “the baby has a ton of hair!” With another push the head was out, such a relief! Monika told me to push slowly with the next contraction. Tara helped the baby rotate as its shoulders and body were born. Time then seemed stop. I immediately started crying as the baby was brought to my chest. I was oblivious to the gender. All I cared about was that my baby was here. In all the commotion of cleaning up the baby and basking in the high after labor, I was shocked to hear Ryan say “Margaret is here! We have another girl.”

Less than 10 minutes later I birthed the placenta. Monika and Tara checked the placenta and cord and found that they weren’t stained with meconium. Praise God! Debra, another one of my midwives, arrived a half hour later. Shortly after Debra’s arrival, Ryan cut the cord. The midwives helped me get comfortable on fresh clean sheets while Ryan got me some food. I laid with Margaret in bed for several hours, nursing and doing skin to skin while the midwives cleaned up and filled out the necessary paperwork. Monika examined me and found that I had a small 1st degree tear to my perineum. Ryan and Candice took Margaret to the living room while I was sutured. Afterwards, Ryan and I snuggled back into bed with Margaret.

Margaret was born at 12:45pm and was 7lbs 14oz and 21” long. Her labor was around 5 hours long. I was in transition for only 35 minutes once we came home from our walk. I don’t consider Eleanor’s birth traumatic, even with the hospital transfer, but I will say that Margaret’s birth healed the disappointments I carried with it not going the way I wanted it to. We are so in love with Margaret and feel lucky to be her parents.