The Birth Of Miss Orli Bloom...

A little back history first, this pregnancy has been completely different than the other two.  From the beginning it was rough, I had morning sickness the first trimester actually loosing about 10lbs.  I then got diagnosed with factor 5 Leiden.  I had to go on a blood thinner for factor 5 blood clot disorder (hereditary my mother and grandmother have it).  I was on a weight watch for my bad circulation in my legs which is a beautiful factor 5 blood disorder gift (being factious), also was stuck with the knowledge in my head that people on these types of blood thinners could have possible preterm labor, so until my little one was 36 weeks I literally had a sense of worry and panic in my heart.  I had to up my daily injection of blood thinner (which I actually can't stand) from once a day to 2 times daily at 36 weeks the med made me feel nauseous.  We had some personal setbacks in our household (everyone goes through them but I didn't need the malarkey right now ya dig).  On top of the idea that the blood thinner I had to go on post natal could effect my breast milk the first 6 weeks.  I mean when it comes down to it, it was an awful pregnancy.  The only exciting part was when she would move around , I would hear her heartbeat, and the dreams of meeting my little one.  I was trying so hard to stay positive, and some days it worked but for the most part I was kinda a cryer.  Cried more in the last 9 months then I have my whole life and that means a lot because I am movie crier.  So enough of the sob story, people have way more troubles in their pregnancies than I had, no pity party just a quick explanation of how this pregnancy was so different.  And now on to the fun stuff.

At 41 weeks I decided to have my membranes swept, this is huge for me because I am a worry wart and don't like any Medical interventions.  But I was excited to have gotten to my due date but I didn't want to go too long over because again another thing to be worried about (the blood thinner I was on makes it likely for the placenta to go bad before your due date).  Meaning me worrying like a crazy person.  My husband had started his new job and was scheduled to go on a business trip the following week so I wanted to try to get the ball rolling since him not being at the birth was out of the question and I was worried that she might be like my 2nd and go over 42 weeks.  Monday night at 7:00pm my midwife concluded.  And by 3:30 am Tuesday I was having pain.  I actually thought it was constipation for a very long time.  I just tried to sleep through it.  At around 6:30 am my mom had gotten to my house, the girls woke up and I still felt like although I maybe in labor it also still felt like constipation somewhat and I didn't want it to be a false labor again (which I had felt like 3 times in the last 3 weeks).  Little did I know (which I should've because Daphne my second was the same way) that although I felt like I was not even in active labor I indeed was.  We decided to go to the hospital and in the car I actually feel like I started to transition, didn't have time to even call my doula because in the car I was actually unable to catch my breath.  When we arrived I had to get blood work done (damn you factor 5 blood) and be monitored.  I.E. On my back.  Thank god it was like 20 minutes.  While having that done I asked for them to fill the tub.  They did and we went for a walk around birthing center until water was ready.  Now things get a little blurry but the cliff notes are I jumped in and out of the tub a few times and then finally jumped back in and started pushing.  Had no idea I was actually pushing, this labor was so quick I couldn't catch my breath.  I couldn't get into my hypnobirthing, I literally could only focus on my sweet daughter Daphne stroking my face and trying to catch my breath.  Finally I asked my midwife to check me and she said, you can feel what's happening more than I would be able to so I reached down and low and damn behold, the babies head was already out.  I had no idea I had been pushing the whole time.  I do remember kind of squealing in delight and said something along the lines of (oh my goodness, yay.....) and crying and then baring down to push her the rest of the way out.  And what I've been told because again this birth was so rapid I could not gauge anything time wise I was only in the tub pushing for like 6 minutes.  The midwife had time to walk in and said who is catching this baby?  My husband of course caught her and Orli Bloom was here.  And although everything was so fast and almost panicky for me she came out extremely peaceful, calming the whole room and literally shining her light.


This actual labor and delivery was 2 1/2 hours.  Daphne was 5hrs Bryten was 12hrs.  For me they have gotten shorter each time, but that is certainly not the case for everyone.  And although I was not able to reach the zen place I was able to with Daphne.  I still was comfortable enough.  I think that the panicky feeling was this annoying doubt that I or my baby was not going to be okay due to the whole factor 5 thing.  Which is annoying that I couldn't shake it, but thats life. And at the end of the day I got what I wanted, yet another natural childbirth and this time I actually made it into the tub lol...  Barely...  Orli was my first water birth baby.  Once she got here she put the peace in my heart I've lacked the last 9 months.  I rarely talk spirituality in my posts but I have to say she reassured me that I am a blessed beyond belief person.  She renewed my love of having faith, as well as giving it up to faith.  I won't be able to control anything in this life, and although sometimes I feel a hair unlucky.  I will never again see it as that I will see it as life, and what is supposed to happen.  To martial problems, financial problems, health problems, friends walking away, family problems, whatever the case...  Stuff will happen, I can't control it, I have to just give it up to the sky and know that if what I do is the right things the right things are bound to come back to me.  All these less than perfect moments I've learned from.  And I'm grateful for this less than charmed life, because it is blessed instead.  All my children have felt like a new day to me, a renewal of life.  But I think because Orli is our last she will always have a special place, she has taught me that I have to let anxiety in my heart go.  I am still going to be a mindful parent.  I.E. Use logical parenting tactics to raise healthy happy children, but I can't control the universe.  And that's okay.  I have to stop the worrying, I think I went from a silly heart free sprit to an over analyzing worry wart after becoming a mother.  I think with each girl they have taken a little of my spunk and spark away which I'm glad to give to them and I'm okay with that, being boring is where I like to be.  But I don't want to be a boring neurotic person (not so cute lol).  I think I have found the calm for that.  Merci Orli Bloom.  Her name means "giver of light" or "the light" in hebrew and she is certainly delivering that.

Tread lightly
Mel❤️