My Birth Story: Wrenley
This is my birth story of my daughter, Wrenley. More often than not, pregnant women get told horrific stories about birth, which in turn terrifies them about their own birth. My hope in telling my birth experiences is that it gives terrified mothers hope that they can have a positive experience too. .
10/11/20243 min read
The birth of my daughter was everything I could’ve ever wanted. If you read my birth story of my son, then you know I said I would never get induced again unless I had to. I chose to be induced with him, which made my contractions and pain very intense, very fast. There was just a lot going on and afterwards I decided I’d never do that again unless medically necessary. That being said, my second pregnancy with my daughter was a total 180. My birth with her was much easier but my pregnancy was actually worse, I was nauseas 24/7 which I never had with my son, I was in pain all the time, and I could never sleep. One thing that was the same was she was being stubborn just like her brother about coming out. Wrenley was born February 19th, 2024 – 5 days after her due date. I was 40 weeks 5 days when I went into labor on my own.
I made it clear to my midwives from the beginning I did not want to be induced unless I had to be so once I got to 39 weeks, I was doing everything I could at home to go into labor as were my midwives. I got my membranes stripped for the first time at 39 weeks. It clearly did nothing for me, so I got them stripped again at 40 weeks and I was only 2cm/50% effaced. At my 40-week appt my midwife told me if I had not gone into labor by 41 weeks, I would have to be induced. Baby girl was cutting it close, but luckily the morning I hit 40 week 5 days, I woke up at 7:30 that morning in full blown labor.
I was not entirely sure what to look for considering I didn’t go into labor naturally with my son, but that morning, I was woken up at 7:30 with pain in my belly that just felt different. I thought to myself maybe I just need to use the bathroom, but it kept coming and going and getting stronger, so I knew it was time. I told my husband, took a shower, and labored at home as long as I could. After about 2 hours of laboring at home, I decided I was ready to go to the hospital. We lived about 10 minutes away, so we got to the hospital right after 9:30am. I checked in, went back to triage, got hooked up to all the monitors, had my cervix checked – I was 5cm by this point, and then was moved to my room. Once in my room, I told my nurse I wanted an epidural as soon as possible. My contractions were coming back-to-back, my bloodwork finally came back so I could get my epidural. By the time I got it, I was 8-8.5 cm.
After the epidural, it was quite literally smooth sailing from there. I labored for about another 1.5 hours. My midwife came in to check me and said I was at 10cm and we could start pushing if I was ready. I don’t know if it was because I had done this before or if I was just determined to get her out, but I pushed for 10 minutes total and my little girl was out. She was 7lbs 7 ounces of perfection and I wouldn’t change a single thing. It was beautiful and perfect just like a baby girl.
This is my birth story of my daughter Wrenley. If you took the time to read this entire story, I just want to say thank you. If you have any questions about anything you feel you want to know more about, please reach out. If you want to share your story, send me a message. Thank you for reading. <3
