Mom Start’s for Melissa Joan Heart, Cindy Crawford


mybestbirth This new site is MyBestBirth and they have the birth stories from the stars. It is on a social network created on Ning.

This is what I want to do with regular people. If you contact me I’ll share your birth story. If you want to do a vlog, sure I’ll interview you. or we can just let you write a post like other moms have. Joan Heart’s story was similar to mine. My son was not ready to come out so there were a lot of complications with the induction. However; with mine, he was so big if we had waited I would have had to have surgery. can also see stories from Cindy Crawford.

It’s equal I promise

Having two kids I’m trying to explain:

You have the exact same snack

You have the exact same amount

Look there are four cups for you and four cups for your brother

This is an equal stack of Legos you have plenty to play with.

I’m going to be saying this statement for the next 20 years, you have the same amount your sister does, you have the same amount your brother does. It’s equal I promise. I found myself saying that today. She has no idea.

IMG_0086 I know growing up my stepmom was always trying to make sure everything was equal. She was trying to make up for my stepsister’s dead beat dad. So all I saw was the unequal affection that my step sister was getting. I never saw what was going on while I was visiting my mom. I never saw how hurt my step sister was that I got to go visit my other parent and she didn’t. So maybe no matter how hard I try to get my children to understand that I am trying as hard as I can to make things equal, they will never understand until they have children of their own.

It’s the darn red cups I gave them to play with today. My daughter was playing with her crayons at the table and my son wanted something so I gave him four plastic red cups to play with, well as soon as my daughter saw this she wanted them. I had a COSTCO size bag of them so I gave her four cups to play with. The rest of the afternoon it was you both have enough cups.

I did get a little giggle though when I saw that my husband had the same issue with them. He took four of the cups away from one of them and gave them to the other. I mean it’s equal right?

My lap is another item they fight over constantly. Absolutely all the time they fight over my lap. One of them comes over and sits in my lat we’re cuddling and then jealousy spouts it’s evil head. Next thing I know I have two kids pushing each other and crying in my lap. I just want to get up and leave both of them there to duke it out. But I tell them there is plenty of me to share and try to calm them down. Like I said above, I have the next 20 years to listen to this argument with them both and I better love every minute of it.

Guest Post Alan Murray – After the birth of baby

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Immediately after the birth of your baby.. what to expect when you give birth in a hospital.

Giving birth is one of the most exciting time in a women’s life however not being prepared can also make it one of the most traumatic. It is therefore important that you find out as much as possible prior to the big event so that you are prepared for the unexpected as failing to prepare is preparing to fail!

What happens immediately after the birth all depends on whether you had a natural birth or a caesarean section?

Natural Birth

If you have had a natural birth then you will spend some time in the recovery suite prior to be taken away to one the wards. If you have had a natural birth and there have been no complications then you will spend only a relatively short period of time there.

If you have had an epidural and are still a bit groggy then you will spend more time here.

Here you will have plenty of opportunity to bond with your baby and give them that all important skin to skin contact. You will be emotional and exhausted however will spend plenty of times gazing in awe at your new arrival. Your baby will be placed in a plastic cot wrapped in a sheet. If you are breast feeding it is important that you try and get the baby to take some of your milk as this will stimulate and help the colostrum (initial breast milk containing all the important nutrients) come through.

After a short time both of you will be taken into the ward where you will be allocated a bed space and shown where the facilities are. This is the point where you should try and rest as you will need to rest as much as possible until you are released from hospital. You may find you are too excited to sleep but before long your baby will be crying looking for a feed and so the cycle begins.

Some hospitals let you leave hospital a few hours after you have given birth however this all depends on how traumatic the birth was and if you are breastfeeding or not. Expect to remain in hospital for at least a day or two when breastfeeding. This lets the midwives ensure your baby is feeding correctly and is able to latch on and get enough milk.

Caesarean Section

A Caesarean section is a totally different ball game as this is classed as major abdominal surgery however most females tend not to fret as much as they should about it.

The recovery time for this type of surgery is anything between six to eight weeks however most females are up and about the next day. This is more so with regards to females with other children where lying in bed is not an option! Most hospitals like you to remain in hospital for five days after giving birth especially if it is your first one. If it is your second child then three days is the general time for spending in hospital.

Immediately after surgery you will still feel very groggy. You may still very disorientated especially if you have had an epidural as well. Nausea is also very common but should pass as the effects of the drugs administered wear off.

You will be given the baby to hold and the midwife will encourage you to try and feed him almost immediately especially if breast feeding as again this is important for skin to skin contact.

After a short recovery time of approximately an hour or so you will be taken to the ward where you will undoubtedly be placed in a ward with other mothers who have given birth by a caesarean section.

The midwives will help you as much as possible whilst you are still feeling groggy and dazed especially with regards feeding and changing nappies. After this wears off you will be left on your own as it is important for the midwives to see you coping on your own. That is not to say they wont help you if you need it but it is important for you to do things on your own as you wont be in hospital for ever. They will not let you leave with your baby if they don’t think you can cope without them.


The amount of time between feeds will vary from baby to baby but no mid wife likes to leave it any longer than five hours between feeds. You will be given a card to mark up how much food you have given your baby or how long they have been feeding for. This card is also used to mark up nappy changes and to mark if wet or soiled. This card gives the midwives and pediatricians an indication if there are problems identified with the babies feeding and also if the baby is dehydrated through lack of wet and soiled nappies.

Most babies drop some weight after being born. This is a natural occurrence and is perfectly normal.

If your baby drops any more than 10 percent of their weight then this is an indication that they are not getting enough food and so there may be a problem if breastfeeding with latching on or if taking formula with the formula itself and might be disagreeing with the babies digestive system.


You will find that your time in hospital will pass in a blur and your time will be spent learning how to feed and look after your newborn and before you know it your family will arrive en masse for visiting times. There will be little time for that all important rest so it is important that you rest when your baby does. If your baby is tired during visiting ask your relations to leave early and this will ensure that you get a nap along with your baby. Don’t be afraid to say as there will be ample opportunities for family to come and see you at home when you get out.

This is your time to bond with your baby. It will be tiring and there will be times when you think you cannot cope but this will soon pass.

Baby Blues

The baby blues usually strike around day three but this is common. You will be tearful and very emotional but this should pass by the next day. If it does not then let your midwife know.

Having a baby is tiring, traumatic and life changing but there are far too many positives and hence the reason why families keep on growing! In the end its all worth it so much so that many women soon forget their pain and plan the next one not long after!



My Best friend’s first child

Courtney Chowning creator of Mom Giveaways, writer of A mom Speaks, and organizer for Faith Approved has decided to share the story of the birth of her first child. Courtney is a SAHM of two beautiful children and in the spare time that she doesn’t have like the rest of us, she blogs, designs websites, and helps other moms. She is a member of MOMS Club international just like me, and she also writes the newsletter for her local chapter just like me.

My Birth Story

The birth of my first born was very unexpected. Not to sure that I didn’t expect him to born I did, just not 8 weeks early. I was not near enough ready for him.

One early Sunday morning I woke up to blood – every expectant mother’s worst dream. I immediately associated all the blood to losing the baby. I called the doctor and was told to immediately come in the hospital. At the hospital I was told that the baby was fine, thanks goodness, and that I had just gone into preterm labor. I was not quite 32 weeks along. I spend 3 days in the hospital, the 2nd day on magnesium. I would never wish magnesium on my worst enemy! I had just about every side effect possible. It was not pretty. On the 3rd day the doctor told me the contractions had stopped and that I could go home. I was home for less than 24 hours when I started bleeding again. This time much worst. When I called the doctor’s office this time, they told me to just call 911 and get to the nearest hospital. I was panicking! The nearest hospital was not the hospital I was suppose to deliver at and was not where my doctor practiced. But of course we went.

Upon arrival at the hospital via an ambulance I was immediately seen by a OB. She did an ultrasound but could not see anything that would be causing the amount of bleeding I had nor could they stop the bleeding. Ultimately it was decided for both the baby and my help that an emergency c-section would be best. And boy am I glad they did. During the c-section the doctor was able to determine that my placenta had erupted, meaning it was no longer attached to the uterus. At the time I had no idea how serious this really was. All I was concerned about was my new baby boy. We were lucky in that he was as healthy as a preemie can be and was only in the NICU for a couple of weeks.

When I was released from the hospital I started researching what exactly a placenta eruption was. What I found scared me. When the placenta is no longer attached to the uterus, as was in my case, the baby becomes deprived of oxygen and nutrients. There is no telling the problems the lack of oxygen could have caused my baby. I thank the Lord everyday that He provided me a doctor that acted quickly, for any delay could have been deadly not only for me because of the blood lose but for my baby as well.

The birth of my son

Miles was an active baby from conception. I felt him so early and he never stopped moving. From 7 to 9 it was hyper active mode because mommy was actually trying to relax and watch TV. You could see him, he looked like “alien” and he was trying to break out of my stomach. I was so uncomfortable once me moved into the down position and he would hit his head against my pelvis.

We decided to induce and it was fairly a good choice, just because if we waiting any longer he might have been a ten pounder and I’m not sure my body frame could have handled that.

I had to go in and get a catheter put in to help me dilate to a four and we had to make sure that it was ok with the nurses before I went in. Apparently the hospital has an OB nurse shortage. My doctor didn’t give them a choice and told me to come on in.

We get there at noon and they put me on the monitors and start the medicine to create contractions. My little man decided he didn’t want to come out. Every time I felt like some action was going on the nurse would come in and turn down the medication and the contractions would stop. She said that the contractions were cutting off his circulation with as hard as they were.

I tried walking and a ball and all kinds of things to work through it but at five the nurse came in and said I think we’re going to send you home. I was pissed. My doctor came in as the nurse was getting ready to unhook everything and asked what was going on and said she’s going to break my water to get the show on the road. The nurse asked to speak to my doctor outside, and guess who won, my doctor.

She broke my water and OMG the pain was horrendous. If your doctor breaks your water get an epidural first. I got an epidural and then everything went wrong. My body is very sensitive to medicine. I pass out with one Benadryl. So the epidural made me shake, and shake and I felt like crap. Complete and total crap while I was shaking. I just wanted to go to sleep too. They lost my sons heart beat and when they found it it was very very low. Suddenly everything just didn’t seem real any more to me. My husband later told me he thought he was going to lose both of us.

My doctor was in the room the entire time and she was yelling at people to get me an OR. The nurse who called said they’re full, and she said, this is an emergency get one open NOW! The people in my room seemed like complete idiots in the case of an emergency. I remember hearing my doctor say what’s the problem people get her unhooked. Someone said something stupid and i think my doctor just started yanking cords out of the wall.

They ran me down to the OR and I started praying. My doctor was doing everything she could to get his heart rate back, she was massaging him while he was still inside me. We got to the OR and his heart rate came back, but the doctor said we have to get him out anyways so I started trying to push even though I couldn’t feel anything.

I delivered him naturally inside the OR because my doctor didn’t want to take any chances that we would lose his heart rate again. He was blue when he was born because he was tangled in his umbilical cord. He perked right up though and started screaming. I didn’t get to hold him for quite a while though because they had to make sure everything was ok with him and they had to make sure I was ok too.

I was completely exhausted but my son was alive and healthy and he is still the active little boy that he was when he was inside me. This kid does not know the meaning of sit still.

Read the story of my daughter’s birth.

A Mother’s HOPE


Today the mommy’s story is from Heather. H.E.Eigler is an aspiring writer who typically presses the delete key more than any other. She blogs at Maternal Spark – it’s where Creative Moms Shine.
She features creative moms and hosts giveaways while giving product reviews. She also has created her own meme Monday’s Muse.

Our daughters name is Hannah Olivia Pearl Eigler.  We decided on the names prior to her birth. My husband and I picked the first name because we loved it.  The middle names were chosen for her great grandmothers.  That her initials spell HOPE was a special touch but we had no idea how profound it would become until she was three days old.  On that day, June 15th 2007, I learned what it meant to hope, and more importantly, I received a lesson in motherhood that I would never forget.

Hannah’s arrival was not the natural delivery I had planned.  Nonetheless she powered through a failed induction and emergency c-section to make her way into our lives.  June 15th was the day we were to be discharged from the hospital.  I’d had enough of interrupted sleeps and needle pokes, bad food and the constant noise of many crying babies.  I longed for the quiet of our home and the comfort of my own bed.  I wanted to show our new baby her nursery and all of the things we had lovingly collected for her.

That morning I woke to the sound of Hannah throwing up in her hospital bassinet. She had thrown up the day before as well and the doctors and nurses told me she had excess mucus in her tiny system.  They told me not to worry about it, it was normal for c-section babies who don’t get all the gunk squeezed out of them during delivery.

I picked her up and calmed her. I could feel her warmth against my chest and the softness of her skin on mine.  Her small cries were lovely.  I changed her sleeper and blankets while imagining many more years of comforting her during childhood tummy upsets.  She continued to cry as I tried to nurse her.  She refused to eat.

Ejecting the mucous must have brought her some relief as she quieted down and fell into a deep, restful sleep.  I called for my nurse and told her that it had been at least four hours since my baby had eaten. I told her about how Hannah had thrown up and even showed her the soiled clothing I’d removed.  She reassured me that she must be getting colostrum – the high fat pre-milk because it was all over the soiled sleeper. She pointed out the yellow color of the stain.  I asked her if I should wake Hannah.  She said that we would allow her to sleep, if she didn’t wake soon then we would disturb her.

Shortly after she did awaken; she had soiled her diaper.  I picked her up and prepared to change her and I noticed she was quiet.  As I changed her she remained quiet.  I felt very uneasy as my new mommy instinct kicked in.   I knew something was wrong.  In my limited experience with my tiny baby Hannah, she liked to scream incessantly during diaper changes.  This time, she just lay there, listless and unaware of me.  Again I tried to breastfeed her but she refused.

I called the nurse again to express my concerns; it had now been about six hours since Hannah had eaten.  She was still not moving much and her face seemed a bit blue.  We moved out into the hallway to see her under better light.  Her cheeks pinked up a bit and

Hannah began to cry.  I was relieved to see this change.  The nurse agreed that she was just sleepy, and perhaps a little cold.  “Put a hat on her,” the nurse said, “the pediatrician will be by soon to discharge you.”

Still, my baby wouldn’t eat.  I began to feel nervous and concerned for my Hannah.  Did I really see the blue tint to her skin, or was it bad lighting in my room? Why wouldn’t she eat?  Did I have any clue what I was doing?  How could her little life be entrusted to me when I had just undergone surgery and could barely move? 

Days of pain and not enough sleep led me to place all trust in my nurse when I should have trusted in myself.

My husband Rob arrived and began loading our bags into the car.  We also began working on the paperwork required to declare parent status of the baby girl we waited nine long months for.  Hannah was sleeping peacefully. As every new mother does, I watched her chest and tummy moving up and down indicating she was breathing just fine. 

The pediatrician was running late, hours late.  We were becoming impatient and wondered if we would ever go home. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. The Dr. finally arrived around noon.  She was a tiny woman with mousy brown hair and bright blue eyes.  I immediately liked her; she had a kind smile and the soft demeanor of someone who loves their work with children.  The Dr. woke Hannah up and began to examine her.  Her color was good, she seemed alert and her tummy was soft.  The Dr. flipped Hannah to be able to listen to her chest better from the back.  “I’m just going to take her to the nursery,” she said.

Rob and I replied “OK” and finished our packing up.  We were oblivious to the fact that a team of NICU emergency staff were rushing down the hallways towards the nursery and our baby. Hannah had stopped breathing right next to me during the pediatrician’s examination. 

We were waiting for our daughter to be brought back when the Dr. returned without her.

“Your baby stopped breathing, I had to resuscitate her,” she said.  Her eyes were moist with tears. “She is ok now, we moved her to the NICU for observation.”

I was hit with instant fear and pain like nothing the 20 hours of labor and subsequent caesarean section had caused me.  My husband and I clung to each other, both trying to comprehend how our baby had come that close to death while sitting so near to us.

Within minutes a social worker came into our room and introduced herself to us.  I don’t remember what she looked like or what she said to us. I was too busy crying.  I do remember being angry at her presence but not knowing why.  I didn’t want to speak with her. I didn’t want to look at her.

She directed us to a waiting area and we made our way slowly to the NICU where Hannah was being fitted with an IV and hooked up to the monitors.  We were told her glucose levels were very low, probably because she had thrown up all she had eaten.  They said it was likely she choked on some mucous and didn’t have the strength to cough and overcome it.  Glucose was being pumped into her system through the IV in her little hand.

I was afraid to see my baby.  My eyes were swollen from crying and I could barely breathe during our walk down the hallway between rows and rows of bassinets.  Those bassinets were home to many tiny preemie babies.  Hannah was the biggest baby in the NICU as she was 41 weeks gestation and nearly eight pounds, but to me, she looked small and helpless with the wires and monitors all around her. 

I felt out of control of the situation and unable to help my Hannah.  Every two hours, around the clock, I journeyed down the hallways from my recovery room to the NICU.  The walk was painful but I needed to ensure she was eating enough.  Being on time for her feedings was the one thing I could control and I made sure I wasn’t late for a single nursing session. Her blood glucose was tested before each meal and she remained on the IV until her levels stabilized over two days. 

During our time in the NICU I hoped for a lot of things.  That she would eat well. That her glucose levels would increase.  I hoped that the IV would be removed quickly and that she would be ok.  I also hoped to have the skill needed to take care of her once we were discharged.  I learned that becoming a mother is more than giving birth to a child.  It is more than diaper changes and kissing booboos. 

Becoming a mother turns on a switch inside the heart – the Mommy instinct.  Something was wrong with my baby girl that day.  That day, I learned to trust in myself and what was right for my baby. I learned that nurses don’t have all the answers and I would have been right to wake my Hannah to feed her and if she wouldn’t nurse, asking to see the Dr. would have been ok.

On June 15th, the pediatrician who saved our baby’s life was running late.  If she had been on time, our little one might have stopped breathing at our house or in our car. 

June 15th was the best day of my life because our baby survived.

Becoming a Mom Overcoming Adversity


Today the mommy story is from Toni. Toni is the owner of  The Mud Bug. Toni writes product reviews, hosts giveaways and participates in weekly meme’s. She also works with me recruiting other bloggers to help drive Bloggers Give. So watch out she may be coming to your blog soon.

I have Crohn’s disease. In Feb 2007 I had two bowel resections because of an obstructed bowel and heavy infection r/t the Crohn’s. I was 39 years old and my hubby was 43 years old. It was then we decided we weren’t having anymore children. I needed to take medication that could be potentially dangerous to a fetus. We got rid of everything baby related (and I mean everything).

Four months later I was at work and had been feeling very sick to my stomach. I thought I was getting the flu but then realized I was late. I was in shock. Mind you we were only doing natural birth control methods as my body doesn’t like anything artificial. At that time, I worked the midnight shift. When I left work I went right to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test. I came home and went straight to take a test. No Hi to my hubby, lol. I took the test and it was positive. I was pregnant. I was in shock. I was worried. I was flabbergasted. I walked into the other room and all I could do was hold the test in front of my hubby’s face. He looked at it and then looked at me. All he said was ‘What’s this’? He knew but was shocked as well.

We now had to buy everything for this precious little baby that we just gave away. I had to do all kinds of tests to assure he was fine – fetal heart testing, amniocentesis, etc. I also had a history of pre-term labor and had to do weekly ultrasounds until I was 36 weeks along. At 26 weeks, sure enough, I went into pre-term labor. It was bed rest for me till I gave birth. I also had to do home monitoring and had to wear a infusion device that infused terbutaline 24/7 to keep away contractions. My cervix had also thinned.

Long story short, I made it to 38 weeks. I had a c-section due to a hernia I ended up with from my bowel resections. At that time I also had them tie my tubes. After giving birth, I ended up having a flare up of my Crohn’s because I couldn’t take my medicine for 8 months. I would have loved one more but needed to make sure I was here for my kids. My body couldn’t handle another pregnancy.

Once FMLA was finished I did end up losing my position at my job and there was not another one available. Bottom line – my little guy is a happy, healthy baby body. He did have pyloric stenosis and needed surgery at 2 weeks old but he is perfect now. Would I change anything…No way!

My daughter was born

I have decided that since my blog name is Momstart and my husband set it up for me to blog about becoming a mom. I wanted to share my story. I also want to share your stories so please contact me and share your story. I’ll feature you and link to your own blog.

I had a lot of trouble getting pregnant. It took us over two years. We started going to a fertility specialist and we were lucky because the first thing they did got me pregnant. I had my tubes flushed. Next thing I know I am pregnant.

I hated being pregnant but was very exciting about becoming a mother, and the closer the birth date came, the more nervous I became about pushing a baby out. I knew I would have a larger than average baby but she was smaller than I expected.

I had the option to do an induction and I was exciting to do it. I went in to have a catheter in (a balloon to make me dilate) and was cramping from that. The doctor and nurses said to expect some cramping. He also told my daughter it was his date night and not to come out until tomorrow morning when my appointment was scheduled.

As children never listen, she showed him. The cramps get worse and I’m just watching tv; telling my husband I think we’re going to have the baby today. He didn’t believe me, but what did I know it was my first time and labor is supposed to be horrible and long. I start timing my contractions and they were so irregular, between 1 and four minutes apart. We called the hospital and they said, oh no don’t come that’s just the catheter.

So I went back to watching my Alias DVD‘s and the pain was so much I had to do Sodoku to get my mind off of it. An hour after calling the hospital my water broke. It was like Niagara falls. I was so embarrassed I had to change clothes before going to the hospital. My husband called telling them we were coming and they still told us not to come in.

We went anyways. I remember feeling her drop while we were on the way. I thought, we’re not going to make it. My husband drove as safely as possible, only running one stop sign and parked in the drop off area and we went in. He asked me if I could walk and I said no way.

He got me a wheelchair and wheeled me in. They still didn’t believe I was going to have a baby for a while since it was my first time and all. They thought I was just over reacting. We called our friends and told them we were going to the hospital and once I was finally in a bed lying down I was asked if they could come in and see us. I was having contractions right on top of each other and said I don’t care just give me an epidural. I had a not from my doctor saying I could have an epidural if I wanted one. They said, nope that was if you had an induction we have to call him to find out if you can have an epidural now.

I was ready to push Zoe out by the time the epidural was ready and they said I can’t have it unless I can be perfectly still. NO WAY could I be still.

I asked if I could push(knowing that I was already pushing so it didn’t really matter what they said), they said, let’s wait until the delivery Dr comes down. The nurse said I’ll see how far along you are. I forgot to mention that when they got me in the bed they measured me and I was between four and five. So they still didn’t think I could be ready to push.

She looked and said you need to get the Dr. in here we’re about to have a baby. I didn’t meet the Dr. until it was all over. I had delivered Zoe in less than 45 minutes of being at the hospital. She was 8lbs 7 ounces. Our friends were in shock that Zoe came out so fast. I was in shock, but Zoe knew right what to do. She looked at us both and smiled and went straight to the breast.

Now I’ll tell you the story of my son on another day. He was the complete opposite.