birth stories

A Birth Story by Courtney

March 31, 2011

The “plan” was for me to go into labor before my due date and have a successful VBAC.

Well, that did not happening!

We needed to move to plan b which was having a scheduled c-section on my due date.

Weeks leading up to my due date, I must admit I felt disappointed and frustrated even considering plan b. But as I approached my due date, I let it all go and knew it was meant to be. I was to have my little princess via c-section and all would be well.

I thought how weird it would be to just drive calmly to the hospital, check in and then have my baby; so different from my experience with my son. I was in hard labor with him and the record time my husband made to the hospital felt like hours.

Would it be like checking into a hotel this time? Not exactly…

Apparently, Little L thought she needed a little drama on her birthday as well. So, there we were… me and Kris, the morning of the c-section. We had to be at the hospital at 5:30 AM. Yikes!

We got up early. I showered and actually put a little make-up on. My mother-in-law slept at our house, so my son could have a somewhat normal morning and join us later. It was 5:00 AM and we headed out the door.

Kris loaded up the car… my bag and a bag for Little L. It was raining, but we were excited. We both got in the car, looked at each other with anxious smiles and Kris said “Tts a lot different this time” (referring to the drama of hard labor last time and the mad dash to the hospital). And then it happened. He turned the key and NOTHING. Yes, that’s right. My car was dead. We looked just looked at each other. See, Kris had moved all the cars in the driveway the night before. My mother-in-law’s, his car and then mine, which was blocking everyone’s in.

Seems like a few lights were left on by mistake; killing my battery. I started to panic. Kris tried to jump the car.


My car would not go into neutral (in an attempt to move in onto the road) and we were stuck. Then Kris decided to do a little off roading. We had a baby to meet and there was no way we were going to wait any longer.

Moving his mother’s car onto the side yard, he swung his around, taking out my beautiful hydrangea flowers and driving down our front yard onto the street. Mind you, its raining which equals a wet, muddy ground. I watched all of this from the porch and thought (through the panic) this will seem comical one day.

He pulled over and opened the door. We were on our way with smiles once again…and thinking to ourselves what in the world just happened…

We arrived a half an hour late (I called the hospital to let them know) and the nurses and my wonderful doctor thought the story was truly hilarious and made good time prepping me and making sure our little princess would still have an early morning debut.

Little L arrived at 8:30 AM. She was 8 pounds 4 ounces and 21 inches long.

My c-section went well; definitely so different than my son’s. His was an emergency C and there was no time to panic. This time, my anxiety got the best of me for a few minutes and I had a hard time in the beginning. But with wonderful doctors and nurses and most importantly answered prayers, as quickly as the panic rolled in, it rolled away and Kris and I enjoyed the birth and first cries of our little girl! She was certainly wonderfully made.

Recovery has been harder this time; the baby blues lasted longer and were more intense. But Kris and I are settling into our new family life and loving these two precious gifts and loving each other even more…

From Courtney of Mommie Blogs. You can read about her son’s birth here.


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