Every birth is different, and each one of them is special in its own way. I have three awesome sons, and they each came into the world in their own unique time and with their own unique story.


Eli was my first baby. I was 24 years old when he was born. I was so excited to be a mom. After he was born, I planned to stay at home with him indefinitely, and I was ready to start down that path. I gave my notice and left my job two weeks before my due date. And then waited. And waited. And waited some more.



My mom and grandma came out to be with us (we lived in Texarkana, TX at the time), and they came around my due date, which was November 12. We did everything we could think of to jostle him around and get him to come out. Eating spicy foods, doing jumping jacks, you know, REALLY useful stuff. But he wouldn’t budge. Around 7 days overdue, I finally let my doctor set up an induction date. So at o-dark-thirty on November 21, we went into the hospital and got induced.


My birth plan was pretty complicated at the time, to be honest. I wanted a natural birth, and I probably went a bit overboard with all of the requests that I wanted the hospital to follow. I had wanted a home birth, but my husband was not keen on that idea, so we settled on a hospital birth. I was less than keen on that idea myself, as I am terrified of needles. This is why, after arriving at the hospital and being shown into a room, I nearly passed out when they put in the IV. My vision went blurry and I got all cold and clammy.



A natural birth was what I wanted, so I had not intended to take any medication at all. I especially didn’t want an epidural, because a needle in my spine is one of the worst things I can imagine. But once those induction contractions started slamming into me, I really started questioning my choices and asked the nurse if there were any options. She told me that they could put in an IV drug that would help with the pain, and I was on board with that plan.


IV drugs were not my savior that day, I will say. They did basically nothing to dull the pain, but they made me so sleepy that I would fall asleep in between every contraction, and then wake up in massive amounts of pain and then fall asleep again, so it was like having one neverending contraction.


At one point, my doctor walked into the room, all casual-like, holding a Mountain Dew and a Snickers bar. He takes one look at me, says, “Nope, you’re not ready yet” and walks out. I think I might have had murder in my eyes at that moment (my doctor was fantastic, his humor just didn’t go over well with my pain-filled brain).


When I hit transition, I started throwing up. I tell you what, throwing up during labor is about a thousand times worse than just throwing up. I felt like it had to be payback for not throwing up during my first trimester. If that’s the case, then it was excellent payback, because it is one of the worst experiences I have ever had.


I finally made it through transition and got to the point where it was time to push. And it was such a relief! Pushing was so much better than the contractions up to that point. And I actually felt like I was doing something.



And that’s it. That’s all I remember. He was born around 3 a.m. on November 22, a mere 10 days late, after nearly 24 hours of labor. I don’t remember seeing him for the first time. I’ve forgotten everything. I have one picture that my husband took of me with him after he’d been all cleaned up. It really helps me to remember how I felt. After that, all I remember is taking a picture with my mom and grandma the next morning before they got on a plane home.



Eli is now 11 years old. He is a very compassionate person and someday wants to be a doctor (or a nurse, because he wants to spend more time with each person). He is going into the 6th grade and is nearly as tall as I am with feet that are already nearly my size. He is a wonderful person and I am so glad to be his mom.


Photo Credit: Rachel K Photo

Photo Credit: Rachel K Photo

How do you feel about your own birth story? Share something that you remember from your baby’s birth in the comments below.

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  1. Jazmin Bahena

    It’s great you’re documenting your birth stories. Eli was just too comfy to come on his due date! Noah arrived unlike I had hoped as well, but what stands out the most with him is my water broke in the middle of the night at 39 weeks, and I requested a mirror. Seeing him crowning encouraged me to push. Births are marvelous miracles!

    • That’s really interesting! I know that some people do that, but I don’t think I ever even thought of it.

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