The Birth of my Firstborn-Part I

I have two kids. A four year old and a two year old. Their birth stories are very different. Extremely different. One was Au Natural, although not by choice, and the other was epidural friendly. I want to share them both because I know expectant Moms love a good birth story. It’s like a battle scar that Moms have, that they want to lift up their shirt, show the stretch marks, and say, “See? I’m amazing!” Because we are. Having a baby isn’t easy, no matter what your birth story is. But, we all know it is worth it.

My first baby, I was like any other Mom. I didn’t know what to expect. I wanted to listen to anyone’s and everyone’s experiences. I tried to imagine what my birth would be like. I made a birthing plan. But, I didn’t go to classes. I thought that I was “built to have babies” as my Mother would say, and it would be no problem for me. It’s a good thing I had that mentality going in because my birth plan quickly got thrown out the window, and the birth of my firstborn was not how I had imagined.

I was 4 days out from my due date, in the middle of a hot summer in Philadelphia, waddling like any 9 month pregnant woman does, and I was at the mall with my Mom and sister. I had a few little contractions here and there that were not that painful, but I still wasn’t worried. Until I felt something wet. Yep, my water broke at the mall. At least it wasn’t like you see in the movies with my legs spread and a giant puddle on the floor. It was much more discreet. We ran to the bathroom, and sure enough, I was pretty soaked, and needed to run home. We were 20 minutes away. I didn’t have my doc’s number on me. My husband wasn’t with me. But, I was excited. I thought, “Great, my water broke, that’s my ticket in. I’m going to the hospital. WOO HOO!”

When we got home, I called the doc. She told me that I didn’t sound like I was in any pain, and to hang out at home. I was having contractions, but they didn’t seem to hurt that bad. I was working through them fine. So, I was disappointed, and sat down to eat dinner. Then we called again an hour later. Contractions were still sporadic, anywhere from 7-10 minutes apart. When I called, she told me that I still didn’t sound like I was in enough pain, and to hold on. I held on until 11pm, when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep a wink, and I wanted to go to the hospital. The contractions were coming on stronger now. I was officially in pain.

Check here for part two of my story.

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About Meredith

Meredith is a native Texan who is currently living in Salt Lake City, UT. She graduated from the University of Utah in 2002 with a B.A. degree in Psychology and a minor in Human Development and Family Studies. She has been married for almost 10 years and has three beautiful children who consume most of her time. However, she started blogging in 2007 and has fallen in love with the idea of becoming a writer. She started scrapbooking over 10 years ago, and has become obsessed with that as well. She also dreams of the day when someone will pay her to scrapbook for them! When she is not scrapbooking, or blogging, she loves to people watch, and analyze what makes people tick. Meredith is proud to be a Mormon, and even served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints where she fell in love with the Latin culture and learned to speak Spanish. Visit Meredith on her personal blog at