Lindsey + Olympia

I wasn't trying to get pregnant. It was a surprise pregnancy! This is lucky baby number seven (my sixth, and my husbands seventh)! We are a beautiful madhouse. This pregnancy basically happened by a failed pullout method.

 

My first trimester was easy-breezy until around ten weeks when I got an epic migraine and started bleeding. After a hospital visit it was determined that I had a subchronic hematoma, which is the pooling of blood in the uterus. Baby looked good but my anxiety officially set in and so did my fear of miscarrying. My husband, Dan The Man. AKA: Hot Dad or 7Xthefun was very supportive and much more positive than I was this pregnancy. I had some super scary test results and I really had to learn to surrender and let go. He remained optimistic when I was thinking and expecting the worst. He helped me through some pretty dark moments during this pregnancy.

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My dearest girlfriends threw me a Blessingway. Knowing that I was supported and loved by my friends on this childbearing journey is enough to make me tear up even talking about it now. I think that I had such an amazing birth and postpartum period because of the space that they were holding for me. When I was 8 months pregnant, I was so big and awkward that I stumbled on my own two feet and banged my shin on the corner of my bed. I ended up needing to go to the hospital for a bunch of stitches. While sitting in the ER I looked at my husband and said that this was probably our last date for awhile. Why was I having another baby? Lol.

 

Nothing usually ever goes as planned when it comes to giving birth. I switched from a home birth to an OB and then back to a home birth at 34 weeks. So I ended up delivering at home. I hoped to avoid unnecessary interventions. I wanted a healthy baby and a calm and peaceful environment. I must have traded a shitty and stressful pregnancy for an "easy" birth. I was extremely fortunate to have a beautiful birth. I was curled up in bed when I went into labor.  My other 5 kiddos and my husband were all sound asleep. 

 

My labor unfolded lighting fast and I couldn't  really even catch my breath. I texted my midwife when my labor started at 2:25am and my daughter was born at 3:46am. I didn't really know when it was time to push. 

 

During contractions I was clutching a large chunk of rose quartz trying to breathe into the contraction. The mantra "the power and intensity of your contractions cannot be stronger than you, because it is you" was running through my head. The next contraction was so strong that I threw the rock and was like fuck this. NO. I kept thinking of how the hell can I get out of this. I had my husband pressing on my hips and sacrum but nothing was really helping. The room was candle-lit and it smelled like roses. My dog was pacing around the bed and my husband and midwife were chatting softly. My doula Samantha was in-transit. My kids were snoozing in the room next to mine. It was perfect. 

  1. Lindsey
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When I first saw Olympia I was in a such a crazy fog because it all happened so fast. I remember looking down and thinking WOAH, I just had a fucking baby!!! Once I snapped back to reality I noticed how pretty and pink she was. She had a full head of dark hair. My husband passed her to me and she hasn't really been out of my arms for six months. My body is fucking amazing. Birth is rad.