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Truman's Birth Story

Throughout my pregnancy I absolutely loved soaking in all things birth-related. I wanted to read stories of other women so that I could better prepare myself for all of the possibilities that lie in the birthing process. I wanted to hear both easy and difficult, positive and negative, long and quick, natural and medicated, vaginal and cesarean, and happy or scary stories. And yet, reading all of those stories could never have totally prepared me for my own experience. Giving birth to my son was one of the most intense, joyous, painful, emotional and surreal experiences of my entire life. No matter what I write here I could never put into words how amazing it was. But I will do my best to capture at least some of the dream-like world that is Truman's birth story.

And if words aren't enough, here is his birth in pictures

I'll start from where I left off after my 'Hospital Fun' post. If you do recall, the end of my pregnancy was rather chaotic with bedrest due to Pre-Eclampsia then the decision to induce at 38 weeks. You can look at my story in one of two ways as far as speed goes: two whole days full of induced labor with a 4 night hospital stay OR you could focus on the fact that from the time my water broke to the time he was born was a total of 3 hours. THREE FREAKING HOURS for a first-time pregnancy is insanely fast, right? I'm still reeling from it:)

So as I said in my last post, I was feeling more positive about the second day of induction because I had more cramping and the contractions were now more intense. Nate was doing homework in one chair and I was painting my nails, doing crossword puzzles, and attempting to flip through a few magazines to keep my mind at bay. Oh, and I was going to the bathroom like it was my full time job. At 11:00 I rolled my IV pole and pregnant self into the bathroom yet again and felt the infamous POP when I stood back up from the toilet. I thought to myself, 'Did I just imagine that?' and waited for the gush of water but instead I just felt the urge to pee again. It took me a few seconds but I finally realized that this was not pee because it wouldn't stop and was a little bloody. I yelled to Nate, 'Baby? I think my water just broke!' and my head started to spin with the implications. I was not going to need the nurses to break my water like we thought! This was really happening on it's own and maybe a C-section wasn't in my future after all. As I came out of the bathroom Nate had already called the nurse and was standing there with the cutest look on his face: both excited and nervous and ready to do the darn thing already.

The nurses got me in bed to check me and I felt my first intense contraction. I was 2.5 cm dilated, 70% effaced and at a -1 station which was already a lot better than my measly 1 cm and -3 station from the day before. My best friend, the blood pressure cuff, spit out a reading that had my nurses worried with a big fatty 155/102. They mentioned the possibility of Magnesium to prevent me from having a seizure but thankfully I didn't need it because apparently it makes you 'feel like crap', as per my nurse. Could it really get much worse? Um, yes. Yes it could.

The contractions went from intense but spaced a few minutes apart to FREAKING INSANE and just a few seconds apart. I was doing my best to stay relaxed and in control, breathing through each contraction but I wasn't catching a break in between. And that, my friends, is the beauty of Pitocin running through your veins for two whole days: less space between contractions = no time to wrap my head around what was even happening. By 11:45, just 45 minutes after they last checked me, my nurse said that I sounded like a person who was much further along than 2.5 cm and they wanted to check again. I told her that if I was still only 2.5 and in this much pain they might as well just knock me out because I would absolutely die. Sure enough, I was at 5 cm, 80% effaced, and -1 station. The nurses were sort of freaking out about how quickly this was going and I said I needed something to make me more comfortable. They knew that I really wanted to avoid an epidural for as long as possible and respected that decision offering me Stadol instead to 'take the edge off'. It was supposed to feel like a cocktail and I was totally craving an ice cold margarita at this point if it meant getting a little relief.

As they left to get the meds things went from bad to worse with my pain intensity. I seriously cannot describe the amount of pain I was feeling but all I can say is if you imagine the worst pain in the world you have to multiply that by about 100 to even come close to what I felt. I was crying, screaming, hoo-ing and haa-ing, and finally succumbed to cursing like a sailor. I am not kidding when I say it was like my evil twin emerged and spouted off enough obscenities to last me a lifetime. The funny part is that I would apologize to Nate and the nurses in between contractions, saying, 'I'm sorry I'm being so loud and obnoxious and obscene but I just can't help it!' I absolutely could not remain in control of myself and began to feel very anxious, telling Nate that I had heard Pitocin sometimes causes uterine rupture and I was worried that's what I was feeling. He informed me that I HAD to stop being so negative, that I could do this, and everything was just fine. I wanted to believe him but I informed him that all I wanted was just a minute break to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. Nate, with good intentions, said, 'Well you aren't going to get a break right now, baby' and I almost cut through his heart with my death glare. All I meant was I needed the contractions to slow down enough for me to regain composure but it was a total lost cause at this point. They couldn't turn off the Pitocin because they were worried it would slow me down too much but promised not to amp it up anymore. Gee thanks! :)

My nurses returned to the room after hearing Julia-The-Evil-Twin's screams throughout the hospital. They said that they were worried this was happening way too fast, that I was wearing myself out and wouldn't have the energy to push--which they thought would be very soon according to how I looked (what, I didn't look like a supermodel at this point then?). Before they could even finish their sentence I said, 'I'll take the epidural, just as long as it doesn't stall my labor. I cannot do this much longer and will die before I have to push.' From that point until the time the anesthesiologist came is a total blur but I know they were trying to get me to sit up at the edge of the bed and I literally could not move or even open my eyes the pain was so severe. Once they did get me up to place the Epi I informed them that I felt like I could push right this second, which of course scared the heck out of them. He finally got the Epi in me somehow at noon and I know it took a few contractions to work right away because I remember yelling at the poor guy about how it was NOT working and he needed to re-do it. Just a few minutes later I felt the immense relief that everyone talks about to the point where I was falling asleep in between contractions. I could still move my legs because it was a 'walking epidural' but the pain was gone--only pressure. I am told I had one helluva epidural and I have to agree.

The nurses checked me at 12:20 and I was already at an 8. They frantically paged my OB who was not on call that date but wanted to deliver me since she started the induction process, which basically makes her my favorite person in the entire world (aside from that anesthesiologist that I verbally assaulted). I don't remember anything until she entered the room at 1:00 with a halo around her head and took one look at the monitors to say, 'What is that all about?' I was so out of it I had no idea what they were talking about so I asked Nate to translate it for me. Apparently my BP had dropped to the 130s/80s after the epidural which is still high but lower for me, and baby's heart rate dropped into the 90s. So she gave me epinephrine to raise my pressure and had me try a few different positions to get baby better aligned and his rate back up. Somehow I maneuvered my exhausted and partially numb body into all fours, then both sides but none of them worked. Finally my OB suggested I give a practice push, even though I still had a small 'lip' of my cervix left at this point and that worked. Baby's heart rate went back up and I was completely dilated all of a sudden, but not before I peed all over the doctor. FABULOUS, right? :)

So there we were, ready to push at 1:00 after my water had broken at 11:00. My OB told her assistant to cancel her patients back at the clinic for the next hour because she was guessing it might take me that long. In my overly-fatigued and dreamy state I thought she was joking and it would take about three pushes then be over. I have no idea why I thought that but let's remember I was pretty much having an out of body experience at this time and wasn't thinking clearly. The OB and nurses kept telling me how amazing I was doing for a first time mom and thanked me for being athletic, but my epidural was so strong that it really did make it hard for me to time the pushes. Eventually I asked them to turn it down a bit so I could really focus because all I wanted to do was sleep. Then all of a sudden my OB says, 'How do you feel about looking in a mirror for this?' I never in a million years thought I would be okay with that but heard myself say, 'Oh, why not?' so they wheeled in a giant full length mirror for me to get the view of a freaking lifetime. The image of my lady parts in that position will forever be burned into my retinas but I can honestly say it was freaking incredible to look down and see my son's head ready to emerge. I heard Nate say, 'Look, he has more hair than I do!' and he was holding my right leg and head coaching me through each push. And yes, Nate was even watching in the mirror which I would have never predicted but it totally made sense at that moment.

I had to push with every ounce of strength in my body to get his head under my pubic bone but once that happened I could see he was almost out. At this point I asked if I could just keep pushing without waiting for a contraction because I really wanted it all to be finished, and my OB sort of raised her eyebrow in astonishment and said, 'Go for it!' I had been pushing for just a little over an hour just like she predicted.

With Nate on my right, my nurse on my left, and what seemed to be another 10 people in the room waiting for baby to arrive, I pushed my son out of my body at 2:11 pm and saw the most beautiful human being in the entire world for the first time. Both Nate and I were crying and in such shock the doctor had to ask, 'Well? What is the name?' I muttered, 'Truman Anthony' and could not believe he was finally here. The took him over to the warming table to clean him off and I told Nate to go with him as I could not move my eyes from that side of the room watching my baby boy. I have no recollection of what my OB was even saying to me at this point, other than I had a small second degree tear, because all I could do was try to wrap my head around this whole experience. His cry was loud and he was pinking up right away. When I asked how much he weighed and Nate told me '7 pounds 10 ounces' I was floored. I totally prepared myself for a 6 pound baby because he was a whole 2 weeks early but at 7.10 he was bigger than I was at birth (I was 7.8) and longer than me at 21.5 inches. His lungs were completely normal, his Apgar scores were 8-9, and my baby boy---who I spent inconceivable amounts of time worrying about his early arrival---was totally fine. I asked how much longer I'd have to wait to hold him and they said they were done with their assessments and brought him to me. Again, the tears started to flow as I stared as his preciously greasy and perfect face. I looked up and Nate and back to our son with the purest sense of joy I've ever had in my life.

My parents were in the waiting room and came in shortly after, which was exactly how it was supposed to be. Nate got to hold Truman next and the grin on his face immediately made him a candidate for 'Best Daddy of the Year', in my opinion. The rest of the evening was spent staring at Truman, visiting with my parents and also Nate's parents, and stretching out my sore biceps. Seriously, they were the most sore part of my entire body from pulling my legs up to my chest and even 5 days later they are still not back to normal. I could barely even nurse Truman for the first day because it was so painful to hold him in my arms but of course he was a total trooper and showed me exactly what needed to be done for him to get his food.

Speaking of him being a trooper, poor little buddy had to have a full vile of blood taken from his arm right after delivery. A little heel prick wouldn't do because they needed to do a full blood culture. I was Strep B positive which is no big deal except you have to get 4 rounds of antibiotics in before you deliver so that the baby doesn't risk getting a serious pneumonia. Well because my labor went SO fast the nurses didn't have time to get all 4 rounds in so they had to test and watch Truman very closely. The mean lab tech could NOT get his tiny vein and even called him 'a little fart' as she was trying. Even though I was out of it and tired I kind of wanted to rip her head off for hurting my mister man which means I'm definitely a mom. My own mother went over there to supervise to make sure she didn't hurt him too much and although his little hand is still bruised he acted like it wasn't that big of a deal at all.

I think throughout this birth experience one thing resonates with me and that is Truman is one tough little bugger. Two weeks early? No biggie. Tons of Pitocin? Eh, whatever. A quick and intense labor? Barely affected him. It's as if he's telling me, 'Mom--chill out. I'm okay. Just relax' and I think I needed to hear that from him:) I love him more than words can describe and the black-out pain I went through to get him here was well worth it.

So there you have it: a birth story that is both long but short, and very intense. I'm not disappointed in myself for getting the epidural because in all honesty, there is no way I could have survived Pitocin-laden contractions for much longer without going certifiably insane. Of course, next time I'm hoping to avoid an induction (Pre-E can kiss it and stay the heck away from me forever!) and maybe that will be different for me, giving me more time to catch my breath and focus between 'natural' contractions. But the ultimate goal for me was to have a healthy baby and possibly even avoid a c-section. You can bet I'm pretty satisfied with my experience when I get the privilege of holding baby Truman every day.

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51 comments:

  1. Congratulations! He's just beautiful and you did a fantastic job playing the hand you were dealt. Happy Mommyhood!

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  2. Julia, you did great. I'm so sorry that the pain was so intense, and I don't care what people say-- you don't "forget" the pain even after the precious baby arrives. But he is beautiful and this story brought tears to my eyes. You. Are. A. Trooper.

    Truman is a trooper, too, but you are a rockstar! Way to go, mama! He's amazing and you have so much to be proud of!

    I farted in my first push, so don't worry about the pee! But I had a catheter after I got my epidural, so there was no chance I was peeing on anyone.

    Pretty sure your readers didn't want to read that last paragraph!

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  3. Congratulations Julie. He is beautiful. Thanks for sharing your story. So happy for you guys! :)

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  4. "The image of my lady parts in that position will forever be burned into my retinas"-- i'm cying i'm laughing so hard!!!

    congrats! he's beautiful. i commend even your attempt at giving birth without an epidural.

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  5. congrats julia! i was also induced so i know what you mean about the contractions on top of each other! that photo is adorable and I think he looks a lot like his dad!

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  6. Amazing! I'm so glad you made it through, and I'm also so proud of you for making the right decision for your body. Sometimes birth plans change, and you just can't control it. Little man is so cute!

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  7. Congratulations! What a beautiful story and written with such love for a new son and wonderful husband. I am due with our first the beginning of July thus your story held much meaning to it.

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  8. Thanks for sharing, Julia! So proud of you! I'm so excited for you to share stories about the new cutie pie!

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  9. AMAZING STORY. Congrats! Hats off to you, you are my hero...
    He is so perfect and handsome!

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  10. Love that you had a mirror! My doula took pictures of Isaac emerging, so while the image is not burned into my retinas, it is burned into my computer screen. And a whole hour of pushing? Yikes! Way to go! Great birth story, Julia!

    Oh and I have to add, I disagree with the poster above - you do forget the pain. I know labor was the most awful pain I've ever experienced, but I can not remember it in detail to save my life. Not only that, but I'm totally ready to do it again when the time comes. It's amazing to me how that happens, especially after how traumatized I was after Isaac's birth!

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  11. That's a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing! I'm so glad your birth went so well. Congratulations!

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  12. Oh Julia...he is just gorgeous! All that matters is that he is here, he is healthy, you are healthy and you are a family! What a blessing! I wish you all the best!

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  13. He is so beautiful! It sounds like you did an amazing job. I hope I never have to feel those Pitocin contractions! Isn't it amazing how husbands will step up and surprise you with their involvement and their amazing unconditional love? I get teary every time I think about how my husband helped deliver our daughter.

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  14. he is beyond handsome and adorable! and this story is amazing. wishing you, nate, truman and henry all the happiness in the world...and then some more.

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  15. Aww he's so adorable.
    That was quite the story. I feel like after you have given birth other people's birth stories mean so much more. I feel like I could identify so much with you (minus the horrible horrible pain)

    Congrats momma!

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  16. Oh how absolutely precious!!!

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  17. congratulations my dear - he is an incredibly beautiful baby and i'm so glad that both of you are healthy and happy!

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  18. Sounds like you needed 'cousin-in-law Michelle' to draw Mr. Man's blood. I get it EVERY time and I would NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER call anyone's babe "a little fart" how horrible! Glad you both are great and cant wait to meet him!

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  19. OMG. That picture is adorable. He is a heartbreaker already!!!! Thanks for sharing your story with us. As someone who is currently TTC, I enjoy reading all birth stories to give me a realistic view of what I might go through someday. Your experience bought tears to my eyes. Enjoy the time with your little man.

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  20. He is beautiful! Congratulations!

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  21. I was so excited to see that you'd posted your birth story and I enjoyed it so much! It sounds so intense - and I just can't even imagine what those Pitocin-induced contractions were like because just the NORMAL contractions I had after my water broke, one on top of another, made me feel like I was dying!!!

    You did an awesome job and Truman is just so precious and perfect. I'm so happy for you! Looking forward to hearing more about how your first days with him have gone. ;) Congrats again, mama!!

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  22. Wow! I'm amazed...and your story hasn't scared me off from trying a VBAC next time.

    I would have paid money to hear you swear like that, but since it was because you were in pain, it's not that funny. But, still...swearing. you. like a trucker.

    I'm with you -- if it were natural labor, you definitely would have been able to handle it.

    I'm glad you are doing so well and he is just so adorable! thank you for sharing!

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  23. He's gorgeous and you're awesome. You should be so proud :).

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  24. So precious...your story brought tears to my eyes. You can tell you are one proud mama! Congratulations!

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  25. Now that's a story! What a beautiful result. You done good mama!

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  26. Omg Julia, this story is amazing! I've been following your blog for months now and I cannot even express how proud and happy I am for you, and I don't even know you! But as a Missourian and an MU alum, I have to tell you I LOVE the name Truman!! You're seriously tough and my new hero! This is one of the best new baby stories I've ever heard. Congratulations on you new precious little baby boy and best wishes for your new family. Can't wait to hear more about baby!

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  27. Congratulations! What a BEAUTIFUL baby! And a beautiful birth story- it reminds me a lot of my own (totally had the same mirror experience! ha!) so glad it turned out well for you all.

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  28. Oh girl that was an amazing story. Thanks so much for writing it. I'm getting so scared with my delivery coming up so quickly, but I can't wait to meet my litle boy. I'm so happy for you all, he's an absolute doll!

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  29. Yay! The birth story :) I don't know whether to look forward to Baby E's arrival or tell him to stay put FOREVER! But you are a trooper and Truman is a trooper! You have a lot to be proud of :)

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  30. What a beautiful birth story for such a beautiful baby. I am so happy for you guys and that the c-section didn't happen. You did a great job, girl! Enjoy your little man!

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  31. He's so precious, Julia! Thanks for sharing your story, you did awesome. :)

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  32. Congrats, again! Thanks for sharing your birth story!

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  33. Thank you so much for being so honest! This is a great story. I think you are amazing!

    Truman is just perfect. Congrats again on your family!

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  34. Wow! What an awesome birth story! I am a firm believer (after giving birth once already) that no matter how you picture your birth in your head or how much you plan nothing can prepare you for the ACTUAL truth of what your birth ends up becoming.

    You did great, mama! I can't imagine how painful those pit-induced contrax must have been. Yuck! Don't worry about screaming profanity at the Anesthesiologist. My sister gives epidurals for a living and she gets yelled at and then becomes the mom's best friend in a matter of minutes ;) You couldn't help it!

    Truman is perfect and his story is perfect because it is HIS story. You should be very proud of yourself for handling this fast birth the way you did. You're gonna be a great mama indeed.

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  35. Thanks for sharing! Reading yours brought back memories for me- especially when you said it was an out of body experience. I felt the exact same way. Sort of like "am I really birthing a baby right now". It's beyond words.

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  36. Amazing Birth Story! Thank you for sharing. Congrats again and enjoy your new addition to your family!

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  37. I know how you feel girl those contractions on pitocin are beyond words, I was out and out begging the nurses for my epidural after a day and half of contractions! He is just precious and perfect I am so excited for you and your family! Thanks for sharing

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  38. what a wonderful story, it made me laugh and cry. thank you for sharing with us. you have an adorable baby boy!

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  39. Lovely retelling Julia. I always appreciate reading stories that are completely honest. Not brutally honest (trying to make childbirth sound like the worst thing ever and scare everyone out of it), but real and truthful, and full of acceptance regarding how things went. Truman is adorable and I'm loving the name.

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  40. Holy crap your baby is so cute...like ridiculously cute! Do you think he favors you or Nate more? Not going to lie...feeling a little terrified from your birth story but I do really appreciate you posting it. Congrats on your beautiful boy!

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  41. That was a GREAT birth story! Holy cow -- if MM and I have a baby, I am TOTALLY getting an epidural. I always thought I'd try it w/o and see how it goes, but it sounds truly awful. He's ADORABLE (honestly, I usually think neonates look like aliens, and never know what to say to the parents, but he is actually cute!) and you look AMAZING the next day! You'd never even guess you'd just been through such a grueling ordeal. Congratulations on your expanding family!

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  42. Truman is so adorable! Thanks for sharing your birth story. I am so happy for you and Nate (and Henry).

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  43. He is absolutely precious! Thanks for sharing your story - it was amazing to read and get an inside look to such a special time in your lives :)

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  44. He is absolutely adorable!! Way to get through that delivery process. You are my hero!

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  45. Truman is adorable! Congratulations to all of you.

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  46. Hey J!
    Reading this made me cry little tears of joy for you and Nate. Glad to hear that Mom was a champion and Dad was an awesome coach(Way-ta-go-Nate!!). Glad to hear you are okay J and that you were strong b/c giving birth is CRAZY/AWESOME...and now you know.:)
    Love you all soooooo much!! Welcome baby Truman!!
    God Bless,
    XOXOXOX
    Milldogg :)

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  47. ...Oh yeah, and LOOK at Truman's CUTE FACE!! I see Nelson B. holding up his hand to show us how it's done.
    LOVE YA!!
    Milldogg

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  48. You are a rock star, Julia. I'm glad you shared all the details. I'm definitely trying to prepare myself for the unpreparable... it seems like just yesterday you announced you were pregnant!

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  49. I love all these honest birth stories. Thank you so much for sharing. Truman is very handsome!!!

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  50. Congratulations! Your son is beautiful! I have to tell you, I stumbled upon your blog right when you found out you were pregnant, and have been monitoring it every couple of months to watch your belly grow and to finally see your precious son! It has been so great to 'get to know' you.
    My little girl will turn two in July, and let me tell you, I still remember her birth day like it was yesterday! I had a very similar experience with the not wanting an epi and then 19 hours and two+ bags of pitocen later knowing there was no possible way I could muster the strength to push!
    But even after all that, I hope to not need one next time...I know, people think I'm crazy! But I want to try it again!
    Thank you for sharing your story! It brings back memories! It truly is amazing that we can go through that much and live to tell about it...and want to do it again!! :) Amazing! And good for you for allowing the mirror!! They asked me if I wanted one and I said yes..then very quickly changed my mind...I thought I would be too scared of it to push!! LOL!
    God bless you and your family! I can't wait to read more!

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  51. So a little over a month, and I finally read your full story. I'm wiping my tears away at work - you made me cry! Beautiful story! You were such a trooper!

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