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The holidays are a mix of magic and remembrance for us.
Magic, now that our miracle baby is here with us. Remembrance of what the holidays were to us for the years leading up to him joining our family. I remember the past holidays full of "when will you grow your family?", seeing the joy of other families with little ones and the added "babies look good on you two. It's time." Each comment crushing my soul a little more. We'd been married four years, and everyone in the world (or so it seemed) wanted to see us with children.
The thing that most didn't know at the time was that we WERE trying. And we too wanted to see us with children. We had been trying. For three years we tried, both with and without medical intervention, to grow our family.
The Christmas season of 2015 brought much joy when we found out we were expecting, however, just three short weeks later we'd learn that the baby was not viable and we experienced a great loss a week before Christmas. In those moments I was grateful to be surrounded with family, holiday obligations and business, but my heart ached for the "almost".
A year later, almost exactly to the day, we found out we were expecting Grey and I literally fell to my knees in gratefulness and pure joy. We had changed our protocol with our doctors and something worked to bring us our sweet boy.
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So if you've read Part One and Part Two of Grey's birth story you would have read that I was in labor for 26 hours and pushed for 4 hours. We had a completely medication, intervention free natural labor and birth that was not without it's complications.
Within moments of Grey being born I started losing a lot of blood. My uterus had worked so hard, too hard, and I had to be administered many medications to get my bleeding under control. I was also in a great deal of pain, having also torn in multiple places, and skin to skin wasn't what I had always imagined it to be. I had to ask Mr. Charming to take him from my chest. 26 hours of natural labor to feel connected, euphoric, and that endorphin rush was elusive.
I felt robbed of that moment, and it took me a long time to accept what had happened. What had gone wrong. I wanted to feel empowered, strong, and I know now that I am. But it messed with my mind a lot, that had I done that, birthed him naturally in the exact way that I did, anywhere but in a hospital, I probably would have died.
And that shook me to my core.
In the days following his birth I had to have a double blood transfusion because of the blood loss and I will be honest and say fear totally stepped in at that point. But with MUCH prayer, an AMAZING nursing staff, a competent doctor and my beautiful husband and baby to distract me, I got through it. Praise Jesus yet again. And again and again. And in everything, always.
Following the traumatic experience I endured, our little one became severely jaundiced and had to be put under lights for 18 hours. They brought him to me to nurse every three hours though, so I got my cuddles in and Mr. Charming walked to check on him often. While he was in the nursery the hospital treated the hubs and I to a filet mignon dinner with sparkling cider to celebrate and we stayed up well into the night talking and having our last date night before we'd go home as a family of three!
We stayed in the hospital an extra day to watch both mine and Grey's recovery and then we got to pack up to take our babes home!
He is a dream. Our son, our moon and our stars and we now see why God's timing is perfect. If it wasn't at this time, it wouldn't be Grey, and we can't picture our little one being anyone but him. Our mini Mr. Charming. Our little love. Our rainbow.
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Continued from Part One...
Once in a delivery room we continued in our pattern set by our doula. Three contractions on the ball, three in the bed, three standing (those sucked the most), three on the toilet and walk around, repeat. My room had a shower though and I will tell you, when my labor progressed to 8, 9 centimeters that shower was a GOD SEND. Hot water felt SO good.
I must take a moment to speak about my labor in general. I grew up an anxious person. I grew up fearing the day I'd have to give birth. Before marrying Mr. Charming I actually had decided I wouldn't birth children. That the pain looked to great for "someone like me" and I'd just adopt. Then I married my other half. And I wanted, more than anything, to see the beautiful babies we could make together and God put it in our hearts to make a baby together. And while we were on the long journey to finally meeting our rainbow baby, I prayed. I prayed that God would be with me EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. That he would hold me fiercly and tightly and not let go. That I could know His peace in birth the way I knew His peace during our first loss and He didn't let me down. Because He is God.
I had affirmations and Bible verses play on a screen during my entire labor, Christian songs I had downloaded that speak of strength, purpose in pain, God's love and of motherhood played in the hospital room, our doula and Mr. Charming spoke love and affirmations to me the entire time and my sister recited bible verses over me in labor. It was pure beauty and I can say, with all the gratefulness in my heart, that I felt God's immense peace THE ENTIRE TIME. From the moment I felt my first contraction until I was holding our son in my arms, I wasn't anxious once. I never felt an ounce of fear. I never felt I couldn't do it.
Was it painful? The most painful thing I've ever endured.
Was it hard? Yes. Really hard.
I said a couple of times "Guys, not sure I'm still cool with this" haha, I even did joke a couple of times. Maybe not toward the very end, haha. But yes, of course it was hard and intense and I wasn't sure I'd want to do it again in those moments. But He got me through it. Using my amazing birth team and being in that room with us the entire time, He showed me a strength I never knew could come from within me. And it was because I called upon HIS strength and not my own, to birth my son into this world. And, it was just beautiful.
Fast forward HOURS. I stayed between 7 and 8 centimeters from 3pm until 1am on August 5th. Yep, guys. That was not awesome. But I didn't want intervention and baby's heart rate was PERFECT the entire time (praise Jesus!) so there wasn't a medical need for anything else to move us forward but time itself and so we kept working hard.
At around 12 we came to the conclusion, along with my amazing nurse and doctor, that the baby was stuck on my pelvic bone (not a shock to me with how messed up I've been down there from an old dance injury) and that it would take a lot of work for me to birth him naturally at this point.
I was determined. I was determined not to have drugs. I was determined not to have surgery. For him. For myself too. But mostly for him.
at 1 AM I had reached almost ten centimeters and at 2:27 I was able to start pushing! What I thought was the short light at the end of the tunnel ended up being another lengthy part of the process and it took me four hours to push little man out into the world.
At 5 am, and beyond exhausted, I wanted to be done. My doctor actually had a flight to catch and said we could administer Pitocin as my contractions had slowed and become weaker due to my uterus being so worn out. I knew I DIDN'T want drugs and in my exhausted haze I actually told her I'd rather have an episiotomy and the use of the vacuum. My doula and husband suggested of those two options to take the Pitocin. Seeing this exchange my doctor stepped out of the room and cancelled her flight (which I didn't know until much later, she is an angel) and said we were going to do this the natural way. No drugs, no cutting, just hard work.
So I pushed. And pushed. And pushed. And at 6:13 our baby Grey was born. Mr. Charming looked at him and cried and I fell deeper in love with my husband in that moment. A big beautiful love. Beyond anything I could have fathomed.
And then I held him. Our little miracle. Our wonder of wonders and I just couldn't believe the beauty I saw in him.
Unfortunately, due to what my body had to endure, complications arose immediately following his birth, read Part Three to understand why it's taken me many months to finally write our story.
And of course to see many more photos of this cutie.
It's taken me a little longer to write this story than I planned. And much longer than most bloggers take to write their little one's birth stories. There were reasons, physical and mental, that went into the reasoning behind that. Reasons that will be touched on here. But I feel my heart is ready to share the story about how our little man entered this world early one summer morning.
At 35 weeks we met with our doula to come up with a game plan of how the day would go if I was able to go into labor on my own. This was something I was praying HARD for as I didn't want to be induced if little man decided to take his time arriving. My goal was to have a medication-free, intervention-free birth at the local hospital. My OB was great throughout my whole pregnancy and knows my healthy crunchy mama way and supported this plan from the get-go.
We had spoken about how when I went into early labor, that I was to eat and shower and sleep if I could. That I could work on the computer and take a walk. Basically a plan to maintain normalcy until active labor started. At that time we were to call her and she would come over and try to keep me at home until we hit transition so we could make our way to the hospital. Our hospital is across the street so I trusted her with this plan.
However, God, my body and little man had a different plan to how things would progress. At around 2 am on August 4th I started getting contractions. Hard and three minutes apart. I had been a little uncomfortable the day before, but not with anything I would have thought to call contractions or early labor. Just sme braxton hicks tightening and a little mucous lost but nothing major. I thought for sure he'd be staying in until 41 or 42 weeks based on my symptoms thus far.
I was totally wrong.
After over an hour of these contractions, still coming hard and 3 minutes apart (to which my contraction app kept saying in ALL CAPS - GO TO THE HOSPITAL - I thought surely I had a ton of time because this must be early labor still, I JUST STARTED. Haha.
At around 3:30AM I had Mr. Charming call our doula because things were getting REAL folks. She had him put me on the phone and she told me to try to lay down (ha) and that when things got to the point where I couldn't really talk anymore to get into a warm bath and that she would head over. By 6am it was painful beyond wanting to speak so I got into the tub and by 7:30 am she was by my side, along with my hubs. I met our doula, Ashley Wain of Lovebug Doula, at a local event just two months prior and I firmly believe God led us straight to her. She has such a warm personality, amazing heart and I will say this a million times in our story, we couldn't have done it, I couldn't have gotten through this the way that I did without first and foremost God, her and my husband as a rock star birth team.
I labored with her and Mr. Charming until noon or so, when I decided I may want to head to the hospital. The contractions were STILL coming 3 minutes apart, however, it didn't feel much different than it had all night. Ashley had me walk the stairs (that suuuuuuuuucked, but probably helped the baby move down) and I labored in bed, then on the toilet, back in the bathtub, on the yoga ball, being held by both Mr. Charming and Ashley and we kept up this rotation to help progress my labor.
Having struggled with pelvic floor issues for years, Ashley thought that that may be a reason to my stalling labor and why I was in a strange pattern so she called a pelvic floor therapist who makes house calls. At 1pm an amazing pelvic floor therapist was at the house to work on my sacrum, pelvic floor and hips to try to open me a little more to encourage baby. While it was super awesome painful, I was excited to see if it would help. I also asked her to guess my dilation and she guessed a 2.
A 2. I wanted to cry. I also felt like something telling me to go to the hospital. We did one more round of bed, toilet, yoga ball contractions and then Mr. Charming got me, and our hospital bags, into the car and zoomed us to the hospital by 2:30 PM on August 4th.
Ashley wheeled me to labor and delivery while Mr. Charming parked the car. We arrived and got checked-in (not before I snapped at some family members who were there to see someone else having a baby because I was in total pain, STILL sorry by the way.)
Once we got to triage (with me still disappointed that I was only dilated 2) I was checked and it turns out I had gotten to 6 or 7 at home! With me being that far along they sent me straight to a delivery room, as we thought surely the baby would be making an appearance soon!
Again. We were so wrong. Haha.
Read More and Watch Us Welcome Baby In Part Two
How far along? 32 Weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Up about 20-25 lbs. Basketball belly & some swelling in feet and face.
Clothing Options? Hahaha. I live in Mr. Charming's boxers and tees at home. Maternity dresses when we go out. Feeling super sexy right now. Haha.
Pregnancy Symptoms? Fatigue. Hormonal from wanting everything done before baby comes. Feet are starting to swell if I'm in the heat too long.
Sleep: Peeing about 5x a night. So. In between that, it's been off and on.
Best moment of month EIGHT: Quiet moments in bed with Mr. Charming feeling the baby kick.
Biggest Fear of Month EIGHT: It's getting SO CLOSE.
Movement: TONS! :) Baby has grown so its different, but lots of swirls and little jabs.
Food cravings: Back to veggies! And sometimes cupcakes.
Gender: Still a surprise!
Belly Button in or out? So out. Haha
Mood: Sleepy and a little moody when I stress over how much I'm still working.
Labor Signs: None
Looking forward to: Finishing the nursery
In other news, we had our big meeting with our doula and are as prepared as we can be for this little nugget to arrive. Starting red raspberry tea, perineum massage and dates this week!
I have so many thoughts lately that blogging has been a challenge because I have so much to say. That, mixed with no time to really think or process or write it out TO say it. I'm actually really excited for maternity leave. Focus issues and fatigue are NO JOKE at Week 35. People don't just say it. It's legit.
29 days, guys. 29 days until my due date and it's become really real. Mr. Charming finished the wainscoting this past weekend and tonight he paints. Then all of the furniture can go back and decorating can resume! We are waiting until Baby P arrives to add a majority of the "decor" elements because of the color palettes we chose, but there will be enough to make it feel homey and lovely and ready for our little boy or girl to come home to.
We've been receiving beautiful neutral baby gifts ever since the baby shower, like the adorable grey onesie and shoes in the nursery above. Mr. Charming and I have been reading book after book after book devouring all the information we can on birth partnering, the Bradley Method, natural birth and naturally birthing in a hospital setting. Which brings me to our big decision.
We decided to hire a doula.
Now, for most of you who are readers or clients of mine, it probably wouldn't shock you so much since you know my lifestyle and most of you live a similar lifestyle. And natural labor and birth care is just the norm. However, I knew this decision would be a controversial one in family and friend circles and I actually took pause before making the choice. Then I realized, this is my birth. This is our baby and our experience. No one elses. So I called her, signed the contract and something in me relaxed. To have that extra professional support for Mr. Charming and myself through the biggest day of our lives is something that was important to me.
Having gone back and forth on it, and studying it like crazy like I do, Mr. Charming and I both got on board and I feel like God led me to the right birth team for me. And that's all that matters. I have to remember that. Little people pleasing Mandi needs to remember that.
She's been a wonderful coach thus far and got me going on Red Raspberry Leaf tea to prepare my uterus, dates to prepare my cervix and my chiropractor has been an awesome part of our team as well to help align everything for the birth. We are coming down to the wire to where it's just going to be us, having studied and prepared as much as we could, labor and birth is going to be what it is going to be.
It's going to be what God planned it to be. And I'm telling myself daily, I can fight it or accept it. And I know in my heart, mind and soul, that accepting it is the only option, haha.
Off to start packing my hospital bag!
9 Months tomorrow. Where did time go?
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Pregnancy is filled with many amazing moments .
Feeling your baby kick. That connection to a little human you've never seen. The "glow". The longer hair and nails. The attention and care for your well being from pretty much any and everyone.
But, if you've been there, you know it's not always paradise in pregnant town. There's the flip side, the side that is still totally worth it, but the side that makes the nine months feel a little more like a few years. Or is that just me? No?
That side, ladies, is what I'm touching on today and how it pertains to how we can still be functioning, beautiful, fit creatures on this roller coaster of an emotional, nauseated, tired, moody, incontinent journey to motherhood.
It was important to me to maintain some resemblance of my Paleo diet and fitness regime through my pregnancy.
In the first trimester it was still easy to fit into my cute, tiny yoga attire and due to the fact my morning sickness was so bad I didn't worry about gaining weight. We were more worried I would lose to much. I was also put on a no-workout restriction due to being a high risk first trimester - so skipping ahead to...
The second trimester. This is called the pregnancy honeymoon phase for a reason. My energy soared, my morning sickness tapered off around four months and there were days when aside from my burgeoning bump, I sometimes forgot I was pregnant. This was when prenatal yoga was still a breeze and walking and hiking was still something I tried to do on a regular basis. Even though doing so left me a little winded and proved that my reality was that I was, in fact, growing another human being and needed to start listening to my body and its new, foreign limitations.
Now, the third trimester, where I am currently residing with puffy feet, crazy cravings and all, brings about the greatest challenges for going about your day It's where your body really starts to ramp up to labor day. The baby grows at lightning speeds, your muscles stretch to their max and your bodily functions change up a bit. And ladies, if we are being honest that can mean gas issues, incontinence when your gleefully getting in a light jog or sinus pressure like you reside in a ragweed meadow.
Again, totally worth it to cuddle that little human that will be here before you know it. But still, a challenge.
To help you be prepared, I have put together my workout arsenal, along with my favorite Tena products, to help you feel as confident and ready to take on whatever the day brings.
Water, water & more water - Carrying another human, it's only natural for your nutritional needs to increase and water is no exception, it's actually number one. Even though somedays tacos can feel like number one. Mmm, tacos. For your water intake, aim for 1-2 glasses more a day than normal, 3-4 additional on days you work out.
Non-Restrictive Attire - You want to be comfortable and able to move freely. Maternity yoga pants, a long, fitted maternity shirt and a supportive bra is my personal go-to. And comfortable shoes!! Having support for your legs and feet is crucial to help balance the extra weight you are carrying.
Light Weights - Pregnancy isn't a time for heavy lifting, but it is important to keep muscles toned. I carry a small pair of 2 or 3 lb. weights to curl when I'm walking or at the gym doing a stretch session by the mirrors.
An Extra Hand Towel - Living in Arizona, where it is currently 120 degrees today in my third trimester, no joke, I sweat. A lot. I actually hardly ever broke a sweat, even during hard workouts pre-baby, so this is very new and very unpleasant to me. So I throw an extra hand towel in my bag for really hot days or harder workouts.
TENA Overnights or Pads - Many women deal with bladder control issues in the last trimester of pregnancy (and many times, beyond) Ah, the joys of motherhood. Depending on your level of need, whether it be light or heavy when exerting yourself through excercise, TENA makes a whole line of products to match your personal needs. TENA allows us women to feel confident and supports us so that we don't have to forgo a workout or any other life activity where a leak may happen.
Healthy snacks - This one isn't just for the gym. Carrying healthy snacks wherever you go can keep your blood sugars even and help you avoid unhealthy splurges. Protein bars, protein balls, crisp veggies, apple slices or a hearty trail mix is my go to in both my gym bag and purse.
What have been the greatest tools in your Third Trimester Pregnancy workout bag? Share in the comments below!
I sat in your nursery tonight and cried a little as I listened to music and folded your soft little blankets. It was one of the few times during this pregnancy I've actually cried (I seriously thought I'd cry a lot more). This time it was not out of frustration over being sick (hello, first trimester) nor was it out of fear for how you're getting here (hello natural birth!) but for other things.
For how tiny your hands will be.
For how you will be swaddled in the blankets I'm lovingly folding.
For how fiercely your daddy is going to love you.
For how it's made him and I closer.
And for how long we have waited to fill the role of your mom and dad.
I have been pregnant with you for 214 glorious days. And at just over 30 weeks in, I feel you move and see you move and your dad and I can't wait to meet this little person that's making me feel oh so huge. Oh so hungry. And oh so very tired.
My third trimester has had its up and downs. Ups are of course feeling and seeing our babe move around. Our beautiful baby shower and the countdown that is now in the double digits. You are very active little one and I can't wait to see your little personality.
Sleeping has gotten challenging, but your heartbeat is strong and wonderful. So the tossing and turning is totally worth it. The bladder kicks, eh we can talk about that when you get here. ;)
We are packing our hospital bag soon, so of course I've been on Pinterest everyday getting the best tips. I'm also making my birth playlists (one with lyrics of Christian music, the other just soft instrumentals in case I don't want to hear vocals) if you have any great Christian song suggestions as a focal point for natural birth PLEASE leave in the comments below. I only have 4-5 so far. Which only takes me through 12-15 minutes of labor. Haha. I'm going to need some more.
Other than that, the biggest thing that's been on our hearts and minds lately is my placenta. I have a low lying placenta and if it doesn't move I will have to have a C-Section, which we really want to avoid. So we are asking for prayers that as my uterus continues to grow God will move it up and out of the way so I can labor and deliver the babes as naturally as possible.
But, I know. It's in His hands. Whatever will be, will be. And in the end a beautiful baby will arrive.
And we just couldn't be more excited.
This past weekend Mr. Charming and I celebrated a day I've been dreaming about my whole life. As a lover of celebrations, babies and all things party planning, I prayed that one day I'd have a baby shower of my very own.
This was a huge life milestone for us. After the loss of our first pregnancy and over three years of trying to get pregnant, this day felt like it may never come and as the months ticked by in this pregnancy and my sister in law offered to throw us a shower at her home, the anticipation grew and grew right up until the day of the party.
It's hard to describe in words what this day meant to us and felt like for me, but below through details and photos, I hope to share with you, that very special day.
Walking into the party was absolutely magical and as I caught a glimpse of each detail, my heart soared. My sister-in-law, along with my sisters, didn't forget a thing and it was truly the Pinterest shower of my dreams, haha.
As I walked in I saw old photographs of Mr. Charming and I as babies, with places for guests to offer us advice and suggest baby names (because we still have no idea what to call this little nugget.) My niece Amber, an artist, painted a beautiful tree on canvas for guests to use stamps to guess the baby's gender that we are so excited to hang in the nursery. (75% Boy, 25% Girl it came out to by the way.)
Along with colorful swags and delicate touches, my sister Felicia (who flew in from Wyoming and whom I hadn't seen in 15 years) painted an adorable 'P' sign to use as our guest book.
The room was filled with adorable pieces that we can cherish and keep forever.
My sisters had planned an array of fun games for all the guests. Measure the Belly was humorous because, I think out of 60 guests, all but three totally overshot. Thank goodness for a small baby bump! haha. They also played a "Guess What's In The Baby Basket" game and afterwards I got to take home the basket filled with all kinds of amazing goodies and natural baby care products.
There was also a baby word scramble and a pool to guess the baby's birthday. My due date is August 5th, so the people that guessed August 11th and 12th aren't allowed at the next party, haha, jk. No but seriously.
During one of the games, it was nice to have a moment alone with my mama. We didn't get a chance to see each other for Mother's Day, so we snuck off and exchanged gifts. I had framed her an ultrasound photo of Baby P's latest photo. It was special to be able to give her one of the baby's first pictures.
Since so many family parties, events and holidays revolve around food I can't eat, it was important that the food at my baby shower would be safe foods that both I myself, and my guests with similar food sensitivities, auto immune disorders or allergies could enjoy as well. I wanted to make all my guests comfortable in a setting one is rarely comfortable in with those food obstacles.
The chicken salad, fresh meat and cheese spread (both dairy AND vegan cheese options available!) went over great and were paired with vegetables, fruit skewers, Paleo almond herb crackers, gluten-free chips and more. It was delicious and very filling!
The dessert table was BEAUTIFUL and featured traditional desserts and regular cupcakes, as well as my own recipe for my gluten-free and dairy-free frosted white naked cake.
It was my first time making a party cake and it went over AMAZINGLY well. It showed me I definitely need to make larger ones in the future. It was gone before anyone touched a traditional cupcakes. Due to the fact I used coconut sugar instead of white sugar, it almost had a hint of spice cake flavor. I used an organic frosting and dye-free sprinkles to top it off and make it festive! The recipe and more details on the cake can be seen here.
The table was sweet and colorful and matched the pastel rainbow theme. The reason behind the rainbow theme was three fold and so, so special. First, because Baby P is our Rainbow Baby (or miracle baby after a loss), second, pastel colors worked with not knowing the baby's gender and third, Somewhere Over The Rainbow was one of the reasons I became a singer at such a young age. So I was swooning over all of the decor.
Not only were we showered with love, we were showered with so many amazing things to take home for Baby. All the gifts were so special and many people asked what my favorite things of the day were. While I loved every single thing, there were some items that really stuck out and that grabbed a place in my heart.
My mother-in-law bought us a piece of art I'd been eyeing for the nursery that read "I never knew how much I loved your father, until I saw how much he loves you." Baby P isn't even here yet, and I know there is so much truth to that. I adore my husband more each day I'm married to him, but picturing him holding our baby, I just melt into a puddle of goo.
Some of the clothes were just too cute to handle, and the handmade blankets and baby books showed so much love and support for our little growing family.
There were just SO many favorite moments of the day and my heart was just so full and still is. I am beyond blessed and so grateful and can't wait for this baby to experience all the love and support I know is here for him or her.
Another huge thank you to my hostesses, my sister in law Tiffani and my sister Ashley (both pictured above with me and Mr. Charming.) It was perfectly perfect and a day I'll remember forever.
Again, if you want the recipe to my Dye-Free Rainbow Sprinkled Naked White Cake, click here.
What was your favorite part of your baby shower? Do you have a go-to gluten-free party cake recipe that is always a hit? I'd love to hear in the comments below!