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Misty_Morning

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Just read one of Maeves posts about her first born child.


And it got me to thinking....how much did you weigh at birth and are there any associated stories concerning just what a big ass baby you were and the pain you caused your mother?


Just curious.


Oh, and I have a story to tell as was related to me by my mother MANY, MANY times. But that will wait till I hear some of your tales.....
 
2 months early. Couldn't be all that much smaller and still survive.
 
You know, I've never actually heard any tales from my mom...
...and I'm not even sure how much I weighed.

Best "birthing story" I have is about coaching. I took it very seriously, watching the clock, all that... I was complimented both times by the attendents, along the lines of most guys not staying so calm and even tempered and how it helped... (I suspect they do a measure of that with all men though...)

Anyway, during the birth of our daughter I was doing as I was asked and encouraging my wife not to push yet stuff like that... and I guess my wife, who was being rather loud :eek: )(imagine that. pain does that...) got tired of me not giving in. So instead of calling out to me, she started in on the nurse...

I can still hear it... "Kristie! Kristie!"

And the next day, I was walking the halls with another new father, trading stories...

...and he says to me, "Hey, did you hear the lesbian couple having their baby?"
 
I was 6.lb 9oz - a month premature and an emergency caesarian. Mum's only story about that was her outrage at having to sign the forms for the surgery, instead of dad, who had gone home :eek:
 
I was born premature, 4 pounds, 4 ounces. I did start crying before I was completely born and my parents joke I haven't shut up since. My mom never mentioned anything about the pain.

My first son's labour was great once I got the epidural. It did last 31 hours but I was induced so it wasn't that rough. Unfortunate since I can't use it against my hubbie.

Erin
 
Next door neighbors swapped due dates. One 3 weeks early and I was 3 weeks late. 8LBS 3OZS and 22 inches, nothing extrordinary.
 
I was over 7 pounds and my mother still insists I was "premature". ;)
 
I think I was 8 pounds. Mom went into labor in the perverbial middle of the night. Storm etc. Dad supposedly had to go pick up the nurse and bring her to the Hospital.


Funniest (now) story I have is from when I was in Germany in the service. Three floors, three apartments, three US Soldier families. I was on the middle floor, alone at that time while family was visiting the states. Guy's wife downstairs was in a German hospital due at any minute. Come evening, he had had a rough day. I had told him I was going to drink that night. He almost never drank. I am talking three years between drinks. He decided that night would be a good night for a drink....or two. Picture tumbler glasses, three quarters full of bourbon. Between the two of us, we killed most of a fifth. He had gone downstairs for the night, when the phone rang. Yep, she had gone into labor. He needed to go to the hospital. He started to ask me and then decided that was not such a good idea. The guy upstairs had a beer or two, but felt able to drive to the hospital. So off we go, the three amigos. Once there, we heard her in labor. And every time she had a pain, my buddy trotted off to the bathroom to vomit. It was quite some time before she forgave him, and for some reason even longer before she forgave me...:D
 
I was 8 lbs. 11 oz. Oddly, I never heard about causing my mother pain in that way.

I have a good one, though, about my last daughter. She was right at 9 lbs (we induced a week early) and my husband still teases me about the fact that after her head was out and I was working on the shoulders I looked straight at the OB and said "She has Refrigerator Perry's shoulders, doesn't she?" She did, and continues to, be quite broad in the shoulder.
 
I'm firstborn. Two weeks early. The midwife, a lovely lady by all accounts, flat out refused to go home until I was born. The idiot of a consultant told mum it would be a long time, I was first born etc etc, sent her for a walk...

... I was nearly born in the damn corridor!
 
How about this one.

I was 11 lbs. 6 oz. and I refused to leave the womb so my mother had to have a Caesarian. She also said she was awake during the surgery but paralyzed due to the anethesia. :eek:

Apparently, although uncommon, this happens the most with surgery on pregnant women, because the anethesiologists don't want to harm the baby.

Anyhow, my mother said she wasn't awake during the entire thing. She said she heard them talking and tried to tell them she was awake but couldn't move. She said she felt them cut into her and felt a warm wet gush, and the next thing she knew she was waking up in the recovery room.
 
I was in the 8lb range i do believe and a Ceasarian -I was late, too. Mum was completely out, so for a while she honestly wasn't sure I was hers but on Dad's insistance she started to beleive it *L* My poor mother was in hospital for over 2 weeks "cos her stices got infected. Poor mum.

My labour was great, 3 1/2 hours long, baby was 7lb 6 1/2oz all that was fine.

However, I was induced (my blood pressure was very high) and they had to get a blood sample and had to get a drip in. I was poked with needles erm, must have been 20+ times and finally they got an anestetic bloke (name too long to type *LOL*) who after a few false starts had to go in at my groin for the blood and put the drip in my foot!!!!

I was covered in bruises on my arms and hands when they'd finished with me and the nurse kept telling me how patient i was -well, what else could I do? *L* It's a good job I'm not needle-phobic.
 
I really don't know. I'll ask my mom if she knows the birth weight, its not on my birth certificate. But since my birth mother didn't even remember having me for years, I doubt she remembers anything about the birth. *shrugs*

My mom has told me other horror stories relating to my first 6 months but thats as much as she knows I think.

and the short statistics of my labor with the little diva. 31 hours, 8 minute contractions, taught the English staff a few American words;), c-section, one bouncing baby girl weighing 6lbs 4 oz! :D
 
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Was a 6lb 8oz and early myself... however, my sister birthed her first baby (ultimately by Ceasarian) at 10lb 2oz. Her second birth was twins! She held up til 2 weeks before due date and had an emergency Ceasarian. One baby was 8lb 1oz.. the other was 7lb 8oz. Figure that's nearly 16 lbs of baby! She said the pain was forgotten once she saw her babes. She's now in heaven looking down on her sweet ones. Gone too soon.. rest in peace. Sorry for the downer post... Lost my sis a year ago come 3/28 and have been thinking about her lots lately.
 
I was 9 weeks premature, born in august, pretty much spent all that time till christmas in an incubator.

I was born at home...Dad delivered me.

I was so small my dad could support me fully in one hand.

And i was barely longer than my first teddy.

I shall try to find out the weight.

I was a surprise early birth- pretty much slipped out.

My sister was caesarean, and the youngest was the first natural birth mum had...(i saw the entire thing...EUUUUUGH)
 
I was nearly a month late - my mum says I've been late ever since, she threatens to put it on my gravestone - The Late Vermilion.

I was only just over 7lbs though, so I reckon the drs cocked up the due date.

I had my back to my mum's back so they had to use keenan's (is that right spelling?) forceps (reeeeeeeeally big ones apparently) to turn me. My poor mum had epidural, episiotomy, stitches - and all this in a teaching hospital so there were a bunch of students standing around!

me personally? I'm getting hypnotised otherwise I'm gonna freak out - I don;t do well with being out of control... I've read up, too - apparently if my mum had crawled around and lain front down on a beanbag and stuff for a while before I was born (so she was stomach down basically) I might have flipped over naturally due to weight distribution and gravity. She said 'thanks for the info, but it's a bit late now darling.'

Tomorrow is the anniversary of that interesting event. Must be weird for mums, remembering that x number of years ago today I was doing such and such...

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I was nearly a month late - my mum says I've been late ever since, she threatens to put it on my gravestone - The Late Vermilion.

She said 'thanks for the info, but it's a bit late now darling.'

Tomorrow is the anniversary of that interesting event. Must be weird for mums, remembering that x number of years ago today I was doing such and such...

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V

You made me laugh, i just imagined you saying all of that as if we were face to face over lunch...and the thought made me laugh :D
 
You made me laugh, i just imagined you saying all of that as if we were face to face over lunch...and the thought made me laugh :D

I have told the story before in the past :) Have it well rehearsed!

Thanks for pulling me up on the typo, I completely missed it.
See you soon missus, don;t worry.
xx
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I have told the story before in the past :) Have it well rehearsed!

Thanks for pulling me up on the typo, I completely missed it.
See you soon missus, don;t worry.
xx
V

I just found it amusing, imagine if it was mispelled on your tombstone? :p

Yus :kiss: soon. London beware!!!! hehehe...
 
I was about 8 lbs, and born 3 weeks early. Our family is known for big babies. :rolleyes:

I was the second and last born. My mother went into labor and Dad took her to the hospital - it was within walking distance of the house - and she got settled in, no problems. The doc checked her dilation, turned to Dad and said, "Looks like it will be a while. Want to get breakfast with me in the cafeteria?" So Dad and the doc went and ate breakfast, leaving my mother there with the nurse. They got back in time for the doc to put gloves on and catch.

My labors were quick, even though they were big babies and the labor itself was considered to be life threatening. I had epidurals with all three, but could still feel everything. The sensation was there, just not the pain.

The oldest (and biggest) I was in hard labor for less than an hour. The second (smallest) the doctor had time to put his gloves on and catch. The third, the doc came in to check my dilation - so already had gloves on - or she would have hit the floor. Three big pushes. I counted.
 
My nephews were twins at 7lbs 7oz and 8lbs 3oz.

They are now 6'7" tall.

Me? Only an 8lb but I had lanugo - more hair than I have now. I looked like a baby gorilla. I was also born in a caul which means I'm supposed to be impossible to drown.

Og
 
Damn! I am so left out of the will!
I forgot mum's other big story about my birth - that she was lying there and an ob/gyn wandered in with an attendant flock of students to discuss her age and the fact that she hadn't had a child for 12 (yes, count them - 12) years.
I don't think she's ever forgiven me.
 
I was 7 lbs 7 ounces. My mom always says it wasn't so bad, lol. A lot less pain than the teenage years, I'm sure.

My grandpa, however, was around 11 pounds and born at home. He was great grandma's second child and back then, they only had something like ether(I think they called it "day sleep") to ease the pain. They say she had him at lunch time and got up out of bed to cook dinner that night.

My son weighed 9 lbs 8 oz. and my spinal block had worn off by the time I had him. No one at our tiny hospital had bothered to mention that they didn't do epidurals there! All those people who say you forget the pain are just too traumatized to remember. I remember it very well. *scream* My doctor was like, "Oh wow, he's a big one." I attribute his birth weight to McDonald's bringing back the McChicken. :rolleyes:
 
I weighed around 8 lbs and have never heard any birth stories. My mum doesn't talk about those things, I don't know why.

My brother was the huge one. He weighed almost 11 lbs. He was always a lot bigger than our cousin, who's five months older than he is; people used to ask my mom, timidly but with pity, what was wrong with him, because he was so huge and he couldn't hold his head up - they thought he was mentally retarded.
 
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