Pregnancy After 40 (my story) part 2

One of my fantasies while pregnant was holding my newborn dressed in a long silk nightgown ( think Victorias Secret ) in a comfy rocker blissfully breast feeding, happy, rested and at peace. What universe was I living in??!! 

When I was pregnant I decided to give birth at a hospital with the help of a doula, unlike a midwife who delivers the baby, a doula is a professional trained in childbirth who provides emotional, physical and informational support to the mother who is expecting and during the birthing experience. My doula was also the teacher of our birthing class my husband and I attended called hypno- birthing; breathing exercises that train you to calmly get through your contractions in a relaxed state instead of tensing up and screaming through them. Our doula also recommended a drug free birth, meaning no epidural, a natural birth in other words. 

I was on board I wanted the best for my unborn baby and that included eating healthy, being in a calm state of mind as often as possible and not allowing any drugs into my body during the birth that would be ultimately transferred to my innocent baby.

Fifteen hours into my natural birthing process where I had been unbelievably calm through-out, (hypno birthing works) excruciating  contractions, they started to come non stop without a break to breath, I couldn't scream, I could only cry, I finally begged for an epidural and forty five minutes later I had real relief, for a moment anyway. I could finally relax for a moment and notice what was going on around me, why were the nurses running in and out of the room, turning me from one side to the other and back again, my husband looked worried, what was going on? How could I have not noticed this before? It's called mind altering pain.

What no one was telling me was that the umbilical cord had been wrapped around my baby's neck and depending on how they moved me the cord would be loosened a bit so the baby's vitals would go back to normal, but only for minutes at a time, my team as like to call them were on top of every move the baby made to make sure he was getting enough oxygen. Holy SH#%>!!!

The nurse looked at me and must have seen terror written all over my face since she calmly but firmly said "You need to breath and stay calm for your baby", I did exactly what she said, in that moment  I truly became a Mother, I've never been more scared. My doctor ended up having to use forceps to pull our son from me since he wasn't coming out naturally and a c section would have taken too long, this was an emergency situation.

He did emerge somewhat purple but quickly faded to a yummy healthy pink color, my doula who had been a life saver and serious hard worker throughout laid him on my chest, I let out a huge sigh of relief and stared at this amazing being that had already started to change life as I knew it.

  Our son with his gorgeous cousin Jordan, with Ringo the poodle and wearing ray bans.

Pregnancy After 40 is Possible (My Story) Part 1

I always wanted children, because that's what your supposed to do right? After around thirty I began to feel the emotional tug of wanting a baby for a few weeks at a time then it would go away, come back again, and so on and so forth till my husband and I decided to adopt a baby from China many years later. Something I had dreamed of doing ever since China opened international adoptions of their "unwanted" daughters, my thinking at the time was that the world didn't need any more children but to help the babies that needed us the most.

A year after filling out mounds of paperwork, home studies, health examines, and basically spilling every detail of our lives, our paper work was sent to China with a log in date of May 12 2007.

When we first started the adoption journey we were told it would be about 1-2 years before we would be matched with our baby girl. Quickly I realized this just wasn't going to be the case as the increase in family's that were adopting from China seemed to dramatically slow down the adoption system to a snails pace. My husband and I were antsy and felt overly ready to be parents. We had never tried to get pregnant, I'd always tried Not to, but I was beginning to have second thoughts.

So we decided to give it a go, we would still adopt from China, but now our Chinese daughter would have an older brother or sister. Low and behold I conceived the second month, wow we were beyond over the moon, funny how quickly you fantasize about what you'll do as a family, how life will be, Disney World, school plays, we heard the baby's heart beat, it was heavenly, then I miscarried in my third month. 

From the highest high to lowest low in a moment laying on the OBGYN's table, "I am so sorry I don't hear a heart beat" he said and rest is a blur as I began to sob, and didn't stop for days. Eventually I peeled myself out of a depression that only in the slowest sense began to heal a little day after day, why did this hit me like a ton of bricks? 

Well not only is miscarriage a serious and painful loss, but I started to think that maybe my only chance to conceive was gone, I was 42 after all. Not a fun time, but in typical character I began to think positively about conceiving again to the point of buying positive and inspirational CDs for my car and listening non stop. Anytime a negative thought or fear about getting pregnant came into my head I would push the crap out of it with a positive!! A Lot of sex and positivity later we were blessed with a healthy pregnancy and birth almost exactly a year later, I was 44.

My Cutie at 7 months