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Lyra's Birth Story

{Please note that this is a birth story. There are pictures of nipples, pregnant bellies, and the sight of blood and other bodily fluids. If you don’t want to see pictures of any of the above, come back to the blog later.}

{Also, many people have asked about my thoughts on being pregnant and giving birth in Mexico versus in the United States. You can read those thoughts here. This post, however, is for Lyra only. It tells the story of how she came into the world. If you have specific questions, feel free to ask them in the comments section and I will try to answer them in the blog post with the comparison of the two systems.

My doula, Amanda, has also written her own version of Lyra's birth which you can read here.}

Lyra’s birth

The cast of characters:

Me (Charlotte)
Eric (the father)
Cora (our 2.5 year old daughter)
Amanda (our doula)
Sariah (my sister)
Doctor Laura Garcia (our OBGYN)

Me and Eric, only an hour after finding out I was pregnant. Still in shock.

My pregnancy with Lyra had been a true whirlwind, from finding out I was pregnant only six weeks after deciding we were leaving early for our world sailing trip, to seasickness on our shakedown cruise, to flying to my sister’s with Cora while Eric single-handed the boat to Puerto Vallarta on his own. I experienced kidney stones, unexplained pre-term contractions, and the stress of moving to another country, on a sailboat, with a two year old, when I was seven months pregnant.

Me and Cora, sick as dogs at sea.

When we did arrive in Puerto Vallarta (more specifically, in the town of La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, just about 45 minutes north of Puerto Vallarta) I needed a lot of time to rest and regroup. The slow, sleepy village of La Cruz gave me that respite. As my due date approached we decided to rent an apartment for the month surrounding her estimated due date (February 15th) for several reasons:

36 weeks pregnant and finally relaxed and doing okay

  • Mexico, like the United States, is notorious for having a high C-section rate. I had no interest in a C-section, but was worried that if I ended up with one I wouldn’t be able to recover properly on our boat.
  • I really wanted help this time around and had asked my sister, Sariah, to fly down to lend a hand. Having her on the boat would have just been too cramped for all of us.
  • I wanted to be able to have meals prepared in advance and our tiny boat fridge, plus no freezer, wouldn’t make that possible.
  • My doula, Amanda, and her family were coming down for a family vacation and renting a studio in the same building we were looking at. By having a nice, big apartment near them, we would have a place to mingle with our friends, for our daughters to play together, and to have plenty of room to see visitors as they came and went.

Each step towards the end of Lyra’s pregnancy was a calculation. When you are hoping for a natural birth, you can’t really know when the baby will actually come. So we decided to gamble that she would arrive a  little sooner or very near her due date. Amanda made her travel plans around that guess, and my sister arrived just three days prior to the estimated due date to try to give us as much of her help, post-birth, as possible.

Like I said, it was a gamble. Babies can grow quite happily inside of you well beyond an estimated due date and as Friday, February 15th loomed closer and closer I began to despair. So much of our planning rested on her arriving early, or at least on time, and I had no real signs that she was on her way. Like most full-term pregnant women, I would get contractions in the evening but they never became consistent and would peter out by morning. I tried lots of physical activity to get things moving. I tried talking to her and letting her know that we were so, so ready for her to come. I climbed hundreds of stairs. Seriously.

39 weeks and two days away from labor.

When all of my efforts resulted in several days of zero contractions and ‘just feeling great’ I started to consider other methods. We had a bottle of castor oil and some labor cocktails we could try. My OB talked to me about what induction with Cervadril would look like. 

I pondered and considered. Eric said he would support my wishes no matter what. On the night I did go into labor my sister had already been in town for two days and I knew that having her help post-baby would be paramount in a smooth transition phase for our little family. That evening (Wednesday the 13th) I sent an email to my OB telling her that if nothing had happened by our next appointment on Friday (my due date) I wanted her to sweep my membranes. If that didn’t get things moving, I wanted to talk to her about the possibility of induction with Cervadril on Sunday or Monday. She wrote back quickly saying no problem and with that I closed my laptop and felt a tremendous sense of peace wash over me. It was like something warm and cozy was telling me that everything would work out just fine. I felt so confident in the new plan that when Eric came home from grabbing tacos with friends I felt positively abuzz with happiness.

I sent that email to my doctor at 8:49pm paying no heed to the nightly contractions which had started about two hours previously. Instead, I fed off of the feeling of peace and started writing  this blog post to share with people how happy and supported I felt. Around 9:30pm Eric asked me if I wanted to watch an episode of West Wing but I told him I wanted to finish the blog post first, so to shoot for a 10:00pm start time. As soon as I said that, I had a slightly more uncomfortable contraction but I thought it was because I had been sitting in the same position for so long on our bed. I took my laptop out to the table to finish the blog post sitting upright and by the time I hit ‘publish’ I remarked to myself for the first time that the contractions actually were getting more consistent and that I was starting to feel them roll from my back to my front as well.

Hmmmm. Could be something starting! I silently cheered, thinking this could be the start of a few days of ‘real contractions’ before things finally got moving. I walked back into the bedroom and told Eric that maybe Lyra would come around her due date with the way the contractions were starting to feel and suggested that we start the episode of West Wing. I had heard that laying on one’s side would slow down contractions that weren’t the real thing.

Throughout the show Eric kept looking over and asking how I was feeling. To be honest, I was feeling excited. I still had no idea that the contractions meant labor would be coming so quickly. I just knew that they were the start of the “beginning,” whatever that meant. I thought perhaps I’d have them all night and then head in during the day to have Lyra. By the time the show ended it was 11:00pm and the contractions had not slowed or gone away. I got up to brush my teeth and get ready for bed and had to pause through one.

Eric eyed me cautiously, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just had to stop moving through that one. I’m going to lay down and see if I can get some sleep.”

We both laid down on our huge (for us) bed and turned our backs away from each other. I’d like to imagine we were both thinking our own thoughts about the upcoming birth, but I can only speak for myself. I tried to will myself to sleep. After 12 hours of labor with Cora’s birth, I knew I would need as much rest as possible. I laid there for forty five minutes and at 11:45 I had a contraction that made me moan. It was so uncomfortable that I knew it was the real thing. I waited and about three minutes later, another hit. I moaned aloud again and Eric’s voice called from the other side of the bed,


Flinging back the covers I stood up and announced, “I’m waking up Sariah. This is it.” It was almost exactly midnight.

Eric jumped up too and nodded his head saying, “Ok, I’m going to take a shower.”

I remember thinking to myself, why in the heck would he take a shower at a time like this, but I didn’t have a moment to discuss it with him because another contraction hit as I was walking across the hall to Sariah’s room.

When I shook her awake she had that crazed half asleep-half alert mom gaze that all mothers cull over years of random, nighttime awakenings from their own offspring. Owl-like, her eyes peered through the dark while I explained. Doubting that labor had come on so suddenly she asked how long I had been having contractions but then stopped as she watched me duck my head to breathe through one. I couldn’t answer her until it was done, and by then, veteran mom of three that she is, she was already up and moving me toward my hospital bag.

“Please. Go wake up Amanda.” She nodded and slipped out to the downstairs apartment.

Of course, Cora, who sleeps through fireworks and the raucous whine of police and ambulance sirens, popped her head up from bed like she hadn’t been sleeping for the last several hours and looked at me funny.

“Baby sister is coming, Cora! We are going to the hospital!”

“Oh, you and daddy? And daddy will come and get me to see baby sister later?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” I hugged her and told her to lay down again, which, surprisingly, she did for a few moments.

When I walked into the bathroom Eric was still showering and before I could sit down to pee I had another contraction, which again, I moaned through. Eric’s voice rang through the steamy air,

“There’s a sound I haven’t heard in two and a half years.”

Yep. It was real labor.

Soon Amanda showed up and she only had a small bag with her. For some reason I focused on this, like I thought a doula should show up with a ginormous bag of tricks. She smiled serenely and explained that was all she was bringing. She stood by me as I rested on the bed waiting for Eric to be ready. His voice rang out from the bathroom,

“Did you pack my toothbrush?”

I was too busy working through a contraction to answer but in my head I wanted to shout, “No, I didn’t pack your effing toothbrush!!” Eric is not a fan of my 'taking care of him.' He is very independent, so when I packed for the hospital, I packed for me and Lyra only.

I called our friend and neighborhood taxi driver, Oscar, who we first met when we came to La Cruz. Since then he had shuttled us many places and had already offered to be on call, day or night, for when the baby came. He was clearly sleeping before he answered the phone. In Spanish I explained that it was ‘go time’ and he could hear in my voice that I was serious. He said he would be there in 10-15 minutes.

At this point I told Amanda I wanted to pee again and she came with me. Wisely, she instructed me to put on a pad for the ride to the hospital. I didn’t think I would need one since my water hadn’t broken, but a woman in labor is not very rational. I listened to my doula.

Eric started to bring the bags I had packed up the stairs but Cora poked her head up at this point and watched me hang on to Sariah during a contraction.

Holding on to Sariah as Amanda looks on.

“Oh!” Cora exclaimed. “Baby sister is moving!!” 

Cora, I thought, you have no idea.

I was too out of it to talk to Cora anymore, but Eric walked over and chatted with her a bit as I tried to call our doctor. Doctor Laura had also been asleep but she quickly ascertained who I was as I explained that I was coming in. A contraction mid-call stopped me and Amanda grabbed the phone and finished giving her the details of the contractions and how fast they were coming.

By now things were moving fast. As each contraction hit I stopped everything to work through them. Oscar showed up and Amanda and Eric helped me up the stairs and to the awaiting taxi... Only it wasn’t Oscar’s taxi waiting for us, it was a huge van he must have borrowed for the occasion. As long as Oscar was driving, and Eric and Amanda were there, I didn’t care. In I climbed. Oscar had graciously brought a pile of blankets so I grabbed one and shoved it between my legs just in case my water did break and I could prevent myself from making a huge mess all over the nice vehicle.

There was no way I could sit forward-facing in the van as I dealt with contractions so I turned backwards, on my knees, and hugged the seat for dear life. Oscar pulled away and my heart stopped when I realized the van couldn’t make it up the steep incline of the driveway ramp to our apartment.


Another contraction hit and I moaned through it thinking of nothing else as Oscar tried again and again to climb the hill. Soon Eric and Oscar’s friend (we never did find out who his friend was, maybe the owner of the van?) had jumped out of the van and were trying to help Oscar back the van down from the hill without it clipping the side of the driveway or hitting any of the cars in the parking lot below. This FREAKED ME THE HECK OUT. At times Eric was behind the van or far too close for comfort and I could just see Oscar letting go of the brakes for a second and Eric being crushed.

I was not okay. I yelled, yes yelled, at Amanda to tell Eric to get out of the f’ing way. Amanda, awesome doula that she is, relayed the message almost exactly. This did much to maintain my trust in her but, of course, irritated Eric to no end.

At this point I tried to turn my moaning during contractions to the mantra, “Open.” I chanted it over and over as the contractions washed over me. I was beginning to panic realizing how quickly I was progressing and I was terrified that I was stuck in some pregnant woman’s purgatory as several men stood around a vehicle scratching their head trying to figure out what to do. Eventually all the men were back in the van and I hollered to Eric that I needed an ambulance or another taxi, immediately.

“Hold on honey, we’re going to try to go up the other side of the hill.”

In my head, I was coherent enough to think, you mean, the other side of the hill, that is the same exact incline as the one we already can’t get up? But a contraction came and all I could moan, was, “Ooooooopen, open, open.”

And open I did. As the van tried to climb the other side of the hill, to no avail, my water broke. I could literally feel my cervix wrenching itself open, getting wider and wider as Lyra came closer and closer to the world. I wondered if I would give birth in the van and I panicked.

“Amanda, Eric! I NEED an ambulance or a taxi!” If I had known the number for 911 in Mexico I would have just called it myself. I began to beg Oscar, since Eric had jumped out of the van again, to get me a taxi or an ambulance. “Por favor!” I begged him. “Call another taxi!” I heard him say okay and apologize to me but then I also heard him curse as he muttered that he couldn’t reach anyone on the phone.

And then I heard a new voice. Eric was talking to a woman outside the van. I saw her face for a split second and then another contraction hit. As soon as it was done, I called out to that voice that I needed a taxi or an ambulance but didn’t know if she heard me. And then the door opened and Amanda told me to get out and come with her and Eric.

I have to pause here for a moment and tell you that Amanda was an incredible doula for the entire birth process. While we sat rocking in that van, up and down the hill, to the smell of burning rubber and brakes, she yelled things to Eric for me, she told me he was safe, that we would be okay, and she was always there to help me through each contraction.

Eric and Amanda guided me to a waiting car. The woman’s voice I had heard was calling from a small, VW Golf-like car. Someone explained that the man in the driver’s seat and the woman, were our neighbors and they were now giving us a ride to the hospital. The woman, whose name was Georgina, told me to get in the front. I assumed the same position, on my knees, facing backwards, hugging the seat as everyone else piled in the car. Her husband, Danny, drove. Georgina crammed herself into her daughter’s car seat (her daughter was being watched by a babysitter while they had been out on a date that night), Amanda smooshed in the middle, and Eric was in the back behind the driver.

In between contractions I told both Georgina and Danny that I loved them.

Mind you. I had never met these people. Danny had a wonderful British accent and Georgina was Mexican with the luxurious accent of someone speaking English who has grown up in Mexico City. I don’t know what their faces looked like. I still don’t have a picture of either of them and we never got a chance to meet them after the birth as I was recovering. I hope we can meet them to say thanks before we leave La Cruz.

As we got on the main road from La Cruz to Puerto Vallarta, Danny hit the gas and I started to really focus on my contractions. When they came I could do nothing other than concentrate on getting through them. I thought of several methods. My friend Helen’s voice rang in my ears, “think of every contraction as one more you never have to experience again.”

I tried.

And then I thought of the quote by Ina May Gaskin, “Don’t think of it as pain. Think of it as an interesting sensation that requires all of your attention.”

And so I did. For two contractions I tried to say, “Interesting...” but YOU try and moan, “INTERESTING,” when your cervix is prying itself open. Not very easy. I also tried to moan, “Sensational.” Neither worked. Both words are too high-pitched and multi-syllabic for effective moaning. No, I went back to “Open, open, open.”

Police escort, top right. Me kneeling backwards in the seat, bottom right.
I can’t tell you how uncomfortable laboring, on your knees, backwards in a car seat, while hurtling 80 mph down the highway is, but try to trust me when I say, it’s tough. My shoulders were sore for days afterward from the death grip I had on the seat. I’m pretty sure I drooled all over their upholstery. The only thing that got me through the trip was Georgina and Eric’s ongoing narrative of where exactly we were along the way. They’d tell me landmarks to encourage me and let me know how close we were getting. 

And, Amanda’s voice in my ear helped me too. She was in the middle seat in the back of the car so she could easily lean forward and just talk into my ear as each contraction came. Sometimes she would count through them and I loved that. As soon as I heard her start, “1, 2, 3...” I knew there would be an end in sight. Her ever-present, warm voice in my ear was like a salve letting me know I wasn’t alone. And since she was there to support me, Eric was free to take pictures and be funny, two things I had asked him to do in advance.

I remember hearing Georginana’s voice as she chided her husband for slowing down at red lights instead of barreling through them. “Go ahead, go for it!!!” she urged. But then his reassuring British accent would respond,

“Listen, I’m trying to be safe.”

I’m not sure who saw the cop first but someone pointed to him as we flew down the highway and Georgina rolled down her window and gesticulated to me in the front seat asking for a police escort. Eric told me later that the guy didn’t even blink. He just reached forward, flipped on his lights, and sped ahead of us creating a path through any nighttime traffic on the highway.

If I thought I was uncomfortable before, I got really uncomfortable then. 

“Sooo fast,” I bellowed. “Owwwwww!”

“We’re almost there honey," Eric practically yelled ‘giddyap!’ as we followed our escort and he shot this brief video on his camera for posterity.

I don’t remember at what point my contractions changed in the car but eventually they did. For a while I was really proud of myself. Compared with my birth with Cora I was much better prepared mentally. So far, I had handled each one and got through it. Amanda’s calm voice was like a personal coach right in my ear. Now that I’ve had time to think about the birth, I’m pretty sure that what changed was that they got both longer and more intense. It was the length that did me in. I couldn’t effectively breathe through them anymore. They just lasted too long.

At some point in my head, I knew I wanted an epidural. I had a good angel/bad angel conversation internally as two voices warred for the natural birth I had hoped for and the relief of an epidural once we arrived. We were almost to the hospital when an especially bad contraction also made me want to push. When I felt that pain, there was no longer any doubt that I wanted an epidural.

Amanda never left my side. Best.doula.ever.
And finally we were there and someone was telling me to get out of the car as Eric thanked our good Samaritan neighbors. Of course, I couldn’t move until the contraction I was working through finished.

As soon as we got into the check-in room I immediately asked the Doctor for an epidural. I had written a birth plan in advance and on it I had asked that in the event I did ask for pain relief that first I be encouraged at how far I had come before they gave me anything. Both Doctor Laura and Amanda respected this and persuaded me to get checked first before we went forward with the epidural.

It was so hard to lay down during a contraction. When the doctor said I was at a four, I had a hard time believing her. I was now consistently feeling the need to push so I thought I must be closer to ten than that, but hearing her announcement of four only confirmed what I had thought, “Epidural. Please!”

I don't remember this picture being taken, but I'm glad I have it. Eric was also the birth dj and played a song I loved over and over when I told him it was helping me.
We arrived at the hospital around 1:30am and I got the epidural about 30-40 minutes later. As with Cora’s birth, I was so grateful for the pain relief. The contractions had become so strong that if a river had been nearby, I would have tried to throw myself in it. I wanted to die. I wanted them to end. I’m not trying to be dramatic. If someone had told me, “No, there is no pain relief, you have to do this naturally,” I would have wanted to kill myself. I sincerely was thinking thoughts like this. I’m not writing this to scare people. I’m writing it to remember what I was thinking in my head at the time.

It turns out that Lyra’s position inside me, head down, sunny side up, is what was making me feel the need to push before I was fully dilated. Once the epidural took effect, Doctor Laura literally reached inside me with her hands and grabbed Lyra’s head and turned her so she was facing backwards. I’m so grateful I didn’t have to feel the pain of that maneuver!

Once Lyra was turned, I was wheeled into the delivery room and things started moving very fast. It was around 2:15am and I kept telling the Doctor that I needed to push, but she was busy getting on her scrubs and getting me ready and told me to wait. Eric and Amanda had disappeared to also put on scrubs and eventually the feeling to push was so strong that I ignored the Doctor and started to push when I needed to. I thought to myself, this baby is ready to come out. I hope Eric makes it in time!

At last, a smile on my face, and Eric keeps up the jokes.
They did make it in time. I mentioned earlier that I had asked Eric to bring some humor to the birth this time, and that he did. Having Amanda around to be my emotional support really freed Eric to make me laugh and to take photos (I SO wanted photos of this experience).

Official picture of me and Eric before we become parents of TWO kids.
Once the team was all assembled it was about 2:40am and Amanda had the forethought to take a final picture of Eric and I before our baby arrived. We have one like this, from right before Cora arrived too.

And then we got down to the business of pushing.

My "let's do this" face.
I remembered that it would take a little getting used to the pushing, but I felt like I had a cheering squad between Amanda, Eric, and Doctor Laura. I could see by the looks on their faces that Lyra was coming out fast and I began to get emotional as a new spirit prepared to enter the world.

“Does she have hair?” I asked them.

“Yes! A lot,” someone answered.

You can be as prepared as a Boy Scout to have a baby, but nothing ever makes you ready to meet the new life you grew inside of you. The Doctor knew that I wanted her placed on my chest immediately after birth, skin to skin, so as she came out I whipped up my hospital gown to prepare to hold my baby girl for the first time earth side.

And then she was with us. And she was perfect. So big, just like her sister. With the same eyes and the same head of hair. I was overcome.

We caressed her and told her we were her parents and we loved her. Eric reached out and touched her hand, just like he had with Cora.

She was a bit blue and very limp and I knew that the doctors were just waiting to take her away and check her. Once they did, Eric was with Lyra non-stop and Amanda moved back to my side.

I kept asking if she was okay as the Doctor helped me to deliver the placenta and gave me two stitches for small tears. Once I heard her big, lusty cries, I knew she was going to be fine and then I heard Eric laughing and talking to her telling Lyra how strong she was.

Lyra Estrella Kaufman was born at 3:00am on February 14. Our Valentine’s Baby. She was one day early from her expected due date.

While I know I had been having contractions since about 7:00pm the night previously, they weren’t any different than the normal nightly contractions I had been having, so for me, ‘real’ labor started around 11pm when they became stronger and more painful. So, four hours of labor, and about 20 minutes of pushing. Not too shabby for a second birth.

We are so honored to have her as part of our family.

Of course, Lyra’s birth story wouldn’t be complete without showing what it was like to bring her home and introduce the two sisters to each other. We were discharged less than 24 hours after I gave birth and thrilled to be able to go home and recover there.

Cora was ecstatic to meet and hold Lyra.

She wants to hold her and kiss her all the time.

And our new little family of four is complete.

Reader Comments (23)

Such a wonderful story! Now that is an exciting tale!

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMeegs

Oh, Charlotte- what an amazing story. Thanks for writing it, and congratulations to you, Eric, and Cora!

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterChani

Such a lovely story. It brought me to tears as I remembered similar feelings at my birth.

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterVeronica

What a wonderful birth story. It gave me happy tears. Congrats again to you and your beautiful family!

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterErin

Awww, simply beautiful!! So thrilled for the Kaufman's!! What and amazing birth story!! I loved the video!! Besos y abrazos:D

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterSandee

Congratulations!! What a wonderful story to tell her when she gets older. I am so pleased for you all. A beautiful family. Thank you for sharing. Xxx

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterHelen

Wow! What a great story! Congrats to all of you.

Looking forward to the Mexico vs US hospital post. But I suspect we are going to read the level of care in Mexico was just fine and the cost was cheap. Will Lyra be eligible for Mexican citizenship as well?

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMike

Had smiles and laughter throughout your story, along with a couple of, "oh no's". Congratulations you guys!! Look forward to meeting the new addition upon your return. Have a blast continuing your journey!!

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJason L.

Awwww I loved reading that, it made me laugh cry and gave me chills, my favorite part was when the dr said you were only a 4 and you said Epidural please, that was so me with Averie, too funny! She is beautiful and now your family is complete! Love you so much and thankful for FB and you blog, so I can continue to stay connected to you!! Xo sister!
Love You!

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterErin

I wasn't sure if Johnny would have a chance to sit and read this anytime soon, so I literally gave him the play by play while sitting next to him on the couch. To quote myself, "Oh my gosh! I'm so enthralled right now!!! They are stuck in a steep driveway and her water broke...no way!!! A police escort?! This should be a Lifetime movie!" I am amazed! What a story! And the pictures of your face as you first got to hold Lyra....precious. I cried. That moment....I remember it so clearly with Ollie. And there is just NOTHING in the world like it. Big hugs to you all. A beautiful story.

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterSabrina

Beautiful story! Congrats to your amazing family and many blessings in your continued babymoon.

March 11, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJoann Woolley

Wonderful story andloved the pictures...congratulations...Marilyn

March 12, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMarilyn

beautifully written, Charlotte....I had no idea of the taxi drama- yikes, what a distraction for you! As an OB nurse, I love your descriptions of your labor sensations..you coped so well and knew when you needed assistance..focus on a positive birth experience and not an endurance labor. Good for you....Love to Lyra, My Cora and you parents!!

March 12, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJune

Oh wow Charlotte! What a great story. You had me all teary eyed when you finally held Lyra for the first time. So great that you got photos and even a video of it all.

Thanks for sharing these private moments with the world. Just beautiful!

March 14, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterDani

What an amazing story, and what an amazing way to start a life. Congratulations, guys, on your new beautiful family member!

March 14, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterAttila

Thanks for sharing your beautiful story.
Beautiful Baby!
Beautiful Big Sister!
Beautiful Fat Mama!
Beautiful Family!
Good Luck & Congrats!!!!

June 30, 2013 | Unregistered Commentermeme

I love your story !!! :) Congratulations to you all and the new family, Im sure i wrote before but i cant see my post ... hope you guys come back to la cruz de huanacaxtle one day!!

July 12, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterGeorgina Couto Kelly

Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful, beautiful story. I wanted more expecting moms to see it, so I've shared a link on my own site in a collection of birth stories. Ah! I think I've read this story three times and I still want to cry. Thank you!

October 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMelissa West

A beautiful birth story! I think it is very important to write it down ( and even better if your birth partners can also write down their view point on the experience too !) it's such a wonderful
gift to give our children for the future, and there is always LOTS we forget lol! It sounds like your prep for your pregnancy & birth experience was very similar to mine ( including starting our sailing adventure in early pregnancy with a 2 yr old ) I did hypno birthing for both pregnancies , read the beautiful book, spiritual midwifery and had 2 birth partners as a necessity for 2 pretty long labours!!
I too told my hubby to be prepared to make me laugh - we were going to look at auto correct .com cause it also makes me giggle! But I was able to labour in a bath in a beautiful birth centre in Mackay Australia , only a midwife ( doctors in hospital next door did not come into the BC , if intervention was needed , we went to hospital ). We also had my friend bring in my 2.5 yr old in the final stages of labour and she saw her baby sister being born ( well - she saw her fall out of me as they stood me up when she crowned while I was sitting in the toilet !) it was beautiful for her to experience it. I've said enough ! I just love birth stories and happy endings !! Oh and all my labour / post labour photos are boobs , blood and body parts too - how do woman NOT get boobs in the shot !? Lol!

November 9, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterNicole Rudan

Wow, Nicole, thanks for sharing your own story too. Sounds awesome. So impressed your 2 year old got to see as well. And yes, I don't know how they do it without showing boobs in post photo shots!!! :)

November 11, 2013 | Registered CommenterCharlotte

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