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.



After I had Eli, we moved to Huntsville. So when I got pregnant with Isaac, I had to decide all over again what I wanted to do. I still wanted a home birth, but at the time, having a midwife was illegal in Alabama. I searched for good doctors in the area and found a few that I decided I wanted to talk to, but after meeting with them, I just felt that they were too c-section inclined and that is not what I was hoping for. Then I found out that at the Athens hospital there was a registered midwife that worked through the hospital. I was super excited about that, and I ended up seeing her for the pregnancy. She was exactly what I was looking for.


Isaac was also late. I was so tired of having late babies! Why couldn’t I be like other women who had their babies a week early? I am not good at waiting. So on day 7 after his due date, I woke up at 5:30 in the morning, realized I was still not in labor, and got really annoyed. I went in to use the bathroom and when I came back and lay in bed with my husband, I realized after a few minutes that I was, in fact, in labor. I felt a little bad about being so annoyed.


I labored at home for a few hours, even though my mom was stressed out and wanted us to go to the hospital. When the pain felt enough that I thought we should go, I told my husband that when we got to the hospital and they checked me, he was not allowed to tell me how dilated I was unless I was more than a six. When they finally checked me, I was a six.



I stayed around a six or seven for hours. I was having terrible back labor and I was miserable. To make matters worse, when I hit transition I started throwing up, just like my last labor. And I will reiterate what I said before – throwing up during labor is one of the worst experiences I have ever had. I kept thinking to myself, “I just have to make it to pushing, and then it will get better.” News flash, it did not get better. Pushing was severely painful and by the time he got out, I felt like I had been through the wringer.



Once again, I do not remember seeing him for the first time. All I remember was feeling completely wiped out after 12 hours of labor. I remember introducing him to Eli and I remember taking him home with a bunch of special equipment because he was jaundiced, but that is it. I always wonder if everyone forgets that much or if I just have a very bad memory.


Isaac is now 10 years old. He is one of the kindest people I have ever met. He loves animals so much he chose to be a vegetarian. He loves art and plays guitar. He is going into the 5th grade and is very smart and does well in school. I truly enjoy being around him.


Photo Credit: Rachel K Photo

Photo Credit: Rachel K Photo

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  1. Jazmin Bahena

    I had a midwife with Samuel too! She was the best! That and the back labor are unique to him out of my three.

    • That’s funny that it was both of our middle babies!

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