Levi’s Birth Story; Part Two.

If you missed the first half, head here.

So, After about 15 minutes of frantic packing, we piled into the car.

Side note, on the way out to the car my lovely neighbor stopped us for a quick chat. Gotta love apartment living;)

Anyway so Kaydee’s in her car, Seth’s driving ours and I’m lying across the back seat, still groaning.

It was 4:45pm, on a friday afternoon.

And the hospital we were going to was downtown.

And I was pushing 8 CMs.

I just want to pause and have a brief minute of silence for all the mother who have had to transition in the back seat of a car. Especially a small Elantra like mine.

On my list of things I never want to do again, that one is for sure in the top ten. Maybe even 3.

Anyways, 5pm on friday. #NotIdeal.

We hit the freeway, get stuck in traffic straight away.

And then get a call from kaydee saying that she had called the hospital to tell them we were coming in and we were pretty far along, only to have them say they had no rooms avalible.

Fitting, around christmas time. Ha.

To be honest there was no way we were going to make it down there before this babe, so that really was a blessing in the long run. I don’t know, but I can imgaine having a baby on the side of the 15 is less than ideal. (Jason & Ruth, Did you wanna chime in about that;)

So, with a change of plans we headed to the local hospital and I continued transition in the back seat of a small hyundai while stuck in peak hour traffic.

I know, I know y’all are jealous. It’s fun;)

We pulled up to the hopsital, seth ran in, and a whole crew of people ran out. I crawled out of the back seat and in to a wheelchair, still yelling #OfCourse.

The next few minutes were a blur as the pushed me into emergency and into a room to “Asses” me. Though we all know everyone in that hospital new what was happening, not sure how much assessing was needed.

I got onto a bed and they started poking and talking and who know what cause all i kept saying, between yells, was SOMEONE give me SOMETHING for the PAIN. My back is going to BREAK. It was at this time that our sweet little guy flipped face down, which in the long run is awesome, but during the flipping mean agony. And I felt every single second. Add to that the only “Pain Relief” i’d had was a huff of peppermint oil, I wasnt super thrilled.

Then some male Dr in his 30s told me to just lie still, don’t move, stop yelling and answer the questions they were asking, which was some thing about my insurance and pain level.

If I was more with it I would have swung at him. Truth.

Seth just stared at him.

After apparently listing to my complaints about pain and getting annoyed that I wasnt “Lying still on my back being still” * UM HELLO SOMEONE’S HEAD IS TWISTING IN MY ACTUAL PELVIS* he yells, SOMEONE get this woman SOMETHING for pain.

They decide morphine is the drug of choice and are about to administer when a Labour nurse over hears and says that morphine actually cause babies to stop breathing.


So she kicks out the Dr, yells at everyone to stop and I get nothing. But I don’t even care at this point because A) Transition is done and B) I LIKE MY BABIES BREATHING THANKS.

She wheels me to Labour and Develiery.

Its around 6 pm. A full 5 hours after my first contractions.

Looking back Im glad I had nothing, (which is how I wanted it actually!) because once transition was done, I relaxed. Unlike the end of active labour, when contractions came one after the other with no break, post transition I started getting a break. Which was bliss.

Then the rest was pretty calm. I started pushing around 6;30, and he was here under an hour later.

I will say that during that hour I was pretty dang whooped. The Dr noticed I was having contractions but not pushing, to which I mumbled, I’m too tired, I’m just going to ignore them.

And I did. Ha.

Apparently that’s not recommended though.

I was reminded that the more I push the sooner it stops, so I got back to it 😉

He came out and the first thing that was said was look at his hair!!

And then, look how big his head is. (Both these he gets from his dad;)

He was alert from the start and took to feeding straight away. He was 8.3 pounds and around 22inches, which for someone who is 5.1ft and normaly 110, is pretty dang big.

We passed all our checks with flying colors, and I really felt amazing. We headed home the next day and our new life started.

Im not going to lie and say it was easy breezy but it was pretty incredible. Hard hard work, but amazing.

And as soon as i saw him I was all, who was 14 days late? What pain? What morning sickness?

Smitten from the start.

We are so thankful for this little guy.

Children really are a blessing!


New Little *Mama* Wife

Levi’s Birth Story; Part One.

I know y’all love a good birth story 😉

Never fear, I wont be getting super descriptive or anything.  Levi is down for a nap, and despite my mother telling me I should nap too, I’m writing out the crazy birth of our little man.

And crazy is not and understatement.

Before I begin though, I would just like to say that when I was doing all of this, I was under the care of an awesome midwife who was checking on me and giving advice. So we weren’t in any danger or anything!

We begin. I was a week overdue, looking huge and pretty done being pregnant. My midwife assured me that I was progressing in the right way, and that it was surely soon.

I had ALL the labour signs, (literally every one of them, apart from my water breaking!) yet the days crawled by.

Even my family were a little fed up waiting.

I had tried everything. Walking miles, spicy food, beach walks, pineapple, stairs, squats, other techniques;) – you name it, I tried it.

And still this little babe would not budge.

By the time 41.5 weeks rolled around, they started talking about a hospital induction. And I was less than thrilled.

Don’t get me wrong, if there was some problem or need, I for sure would. But I was doing great, despite the extra 50 (YES 50!) pounds I was dragging around.

So on thursday (Nov 30th) my lovely doula/midwife Kaydee called to check in and I told her we were on the clock, I was done, and this babe needed to come.

She said she knew a few ways, it wouldn’t be pleasant, but was pretty effective, and Lord Willing, would work.

And here is were we begin.

5 am Friday morning, I took my first milkshake made with milk, ice cream and…

Castor oil.

I was up, making this little beauty at the crack of dawn and chugging it down.

And then again at 6.

And the third time was meant to be 7, only we never got there.

Around 6;30 I started vomitting.

And not just like a small amount. I mean. Vomitting.

I texted my midwife and told her. So she said stop, get back in bed and sleep.

There were other things we could try, and we would, but sleep was needed.

After I took my nap, I ate something, showered and text her saying I was feeling good, a little more rested and…. was going to start it all again.


She said that was fine, if i felt up to it, but to take less and drink it over a longer period of time and relax.

Watch TV, read a book take another nap but just chill.

So around 10;30 I started again.

I made my shake and sat down to watch come TV.

A little after 11:30 I made the next lot drank it, and went back to laying on the couch.

Up til this point I hadn’t felt much in the way of contractions/labour ect (but plenty in the way of stomach and bowels.. ahem).

Around 12:30 I was relaxing on the couch when all of a sudden my water broke. I’m gonna be real and say at first i thought id just wet myself. #Truth

Since I was 42 weeks and huge and ALWAYS PEEING I was pretty chill about it.. till I realized this aint what I think it is;)

So I hobbled into the bathroom and rung Seth and told him what happened and that he needed to head my way pretty quick. He was excited of course, I on the other hand was a little nervous. #WorkTimeForMama.  And then it all happened.

My water broken, I was home alone and FINALLY gonna have this baby.

I had prepped a labour box full of food, water, heat pads, motivational verse cards, ect.

They told me I would likely have a “long hard labour”. He was posterior facing with his hand at a strange angle and my first baby.

Read Long, Literally back breaking labour

Boy were they wrong.

Around 1:15 pm I had a kinda contraction. And i was like, HURRAH. Progress.

And then after that they were.. Intense.

And close together. They felt more painful and closer together than I was expecting them to be, but then, first labour so #Newbie.

So I timed them, just to see.


I sent a jumbled text to Seth saying something about please hurry, these hurt.

By the time seth got home around 1;30, i couldn’t talk or walk thru them. They were long and strong and coming like mad. He got home, and set to work helping me through them. He was pretty surprised that they were so intense and started asking me questions, which i tried to answer between grunts and groans.

Around 2;30 He called our doula and explained that labour was in full swing, and my contractions were about three minutes apart and had been for a while.

She said it would probably still be a while, but she could head our way whenever we wanted.

Again, because #Newbie we had no idea how long it would be, so we told her we’d call later when we really needed her.

We lasted half and hour. Ha.

She came round about 3;30pm. And when she arrived, she got straight to work beating my lower back because posterior baby + big baby = wicked back labour.

And when I say beat, I mean beat, Capital B. Counter pressure, the shower and my lovely Birth ball were the only things that kinda eased it. Don’t even try to walk or move or nothing.

She later told us that she was pretty dang surprised at how far along I was when she pulled up. Cause when she got there, she started timing and I was at 2 minutes. We were only 4 fours along from my water breaking, and around three from my first real contraction.

Apparently when this boy decided to do something, aint no one gonna stop him.

At this point I was pretty much  groaning & yelling with each contraction, which now crazy long and made my back feel like it was about to snap. So we got into the bath.

And this is were I lost my ever loving mind and started saying things like “ Can we just stop for an hour so I can take a nap?” And “Is thing actually doing anything” And “This hurts. Like. Hurts. I don’t like it”

Around the time I started smacking my head against the shower wall, Kaydee calmly  announced that maybe we should check how far along I was.

After a fair bit of manervouring, and a whole lot more yelling, we realized that I was over 7.


Not really registering what she said, and apparently forgetting that I was only going to get to ten, and seven and ten are kinda close, I mumbled something about when do we go to the hopsital.  To which she said. Ah, now.

Like, NOW.

Anyway, this is getting lengthy and we have a lot more to cover so…




New Little *Labouring* Wife

Introducing; Levi Honour.

He is here!

We were blessed with a beautiful baby boy on Dec 1st. For those of you who know me, you would know that I was around 2 weeks overdue and looking HUGE #NotTheFunnest.


This was a WEEK before he came, i only got bigger too! #NotABasketball 

Finally he made an appearance, not without a little coaxing, but all was forgotten when we saw this sweet little face!

First photo taken about 10 minutes after he was born, and second one about 20 🙂

Levi Honour was born around 7;24 pm and weighing in at a decent 8.3lbs. He has his dad’s full and crazy hair and my little elf ears.

We are absolutely smitten.

Seth got to take two weeks off, which was bliss, and we have just spent the last 10 weeks getting to know this little guy. Although life has keep on too! Seth quit his job and He started a new one the next week. We had my lovely parents over for a while helping with house work and getting their cuddles in, and a few others things like leaking roofs and dryer problems. #Life

He has been an amazing baby, so far and it is all just going way way to quick.

Thank you all for all your thoughts, prayers and love. We feel beyond blessed.

*Cue the onslaught of photos;)*