August 6, 2014.  I was already four days past my due date.  Three weeks earlier, my OB-GYN said I had started dilating and was 1-2 centimeters.  I started telling close friends I could go into labor at any minute.  But here I was…on this Tuesday morning…41 weeks pregnant – and still roaming the streets.

The day before, I went in for the fun-filled cervix check.  My doc came in…“you’re still here???”  She rammed…I mean – checked my cervix…I was 4-5cm dilated.  But no signs of labor.  She scheduled me to be induced on that Friday.  I was upset.  I really didn’t want to be induced again…what’s the deal with my babies wanting to stay all cozied up in my womb?

I called my awesome doula, Na’imah Delpeche, to share the update.  Na’imah had been by my side during my first delivery – and she was one of the first calls I made when I found out I was pregnant again.  She suggested I book an induction massage and I was able to get her contact to come to my house the same day.  For two hours, she massaged my feet focusing on all the key pressure point areas that would help to naturally induce labor.  I was willing to try anything.  I even let my sister come over later that night with her special “Woosah oil” and rub my belly with it….I even fell for my husband’s pitch late that night.  “You know they say sex will help induce labor…maybe we can give it a shot? ” 41 weeks in…feeling like a whale…and super uncomfortable – sex was the last thing on my mind.  But at that point – I was willing to try it all.

Between the Woosah oil, induction massage and sex – I expected my water to break in the middle of the night.  I jumped up a few times, feeling the sheets, in hopes of finding a wet spot.  Nope…nothing.  I had a dentist appointment the next morning and I had enough people telling me I shouldn’t be driving at that point…so I asked Bob to take me.  But first, I wanted to grab breakfast at a local diner that I’ve been wanting to take him to.  I kissed Miss Bobbi (my 18 month old) good-bye and as I was leaving, I told our nanny that I was starting to feel funny…but I would be home right after the appointment.  And so begins the journey:

The night before going into labor, my sister came over and rubbed castor oil all over my belly.
The night before going into labor, my sister came over and rubbed her special blend of oils all over my belly. She calls it the “Woosah oil” made to help you go into full relaxation mode.

8:30 AM – We arrive at Bagel Cove diner and order breakfast.  I decide to go all out…eggs, bacon, bagel, grits and apple juice.  A side of pastries.  Might as well.  I will later curse myself for this moment of gluttony.

8:45 AM – I start feeling some contractions, but I chalk it up as Braxton Hicks that I had been feeling for a few weeks.  I mention the feeling to my husband casually as I get up to use the restroom.

8:55 AM – Food arrives…I’m happy…I go in.

9:00 AM – “I wonder if I’m having real contractions babe.  This stuff has been coming and going for about 20 minutes…this might be a good time to use my contraction app”…in between bites of eggs and bacon.

9:01 AM – I call Na’imah: “Hey girl…I’m feeling funny…think I’m having contractions…not sure…but I have a dentist appointment to get to.  Yes…I’m fine…no worries…I’m good…I’ll just go to my appointment and head home after – to relax.

9:06AM – First recorded contraction.

9:10 AM – Second recorded contraction.  “damn babe…i’m like 5 minutes apart!!!”  in between bites of eggs and bacon.

9:12 AM:  I call Na’imah again: “Hey girl…looking like I’m 5 minutes apart!  But I’m feeling fine!  Really…I’m fine! I think I can still go to the dentist…but let’s play it by ear.  I’ll keep you posted.”  in between bites of eggs and bacon. And a big scoop of grits.

9:18 AM:  Check please…babe….get. the. check.

9:19 AM:  Car please…babe….go get the car…IN. PAIN. (threw my Martinellii Apple Juice jar in my purse…not leaving that behind!)

9:25 AM:  Babe…call Na’imah…can’t. talk.  (grips door, grips dashboard, grips anything in sight).  Naimah suggests we head home and she’ll meet us there.  I agree.

9:25:30 AM:  I disagree.  I see the highway sign for 95 North.  I know my hospital is off of 95 North.  Damn going home.  We head 95 North.

9:26 AM:  Babe…call dentist.  don’t. think. I’m. gonna. make. it. (cause calling the dentist was important at this very moment.)

9:58 AM:  We pull up to the hospital valet. I’m in pain.  I’m in tears.  My husband asks for a wheelchair.  Valet gives us specific instructions on where we should enter to register.  We follow those specific instructions as he wheels me into the entrance and I fall in line behind a few people trying to register.  In pain.  In tears.  The lady at the front desks says:  Ma’am – what are you here for???  I look at her.  I look at my super huge, protruding belly…I look at her again and say thru clinched teeth..I. AM. IN. LABOR.  She looks at me and says – “well you came in the wrong entrance.” I began cursing and boohoo crying all at once.

10:30 AM:  Still getting registered and signing papers…yelling “I NEED EPIDURAL!!!!

10:35 AM:  Finally was taken into labor triage – which is where they check to see how far you are BEFORE they get you into the labor unit.  I get rammed again to see how far I’ve dilated.  I hear a nurse say “Oh she’s definitely in labor!  She’s 6 centimeters…get her to a room.”  My response in my head:  “No shit sherlock.”  My response outloud:  I NEED EPIDURAL!!!!  Bob reports in:  The doula is on her way!  Thanks Bob!

Sidenote:  At that moment, I was feeling a level of pain that I cannot explain.  I am trembling.  I am sweating…alot. I am shaking and I can’t calm down.  This pain is unbearable.  I need to use the bathroom.  I need to throw up.  I curse myself for eating all that damn bacon…the eggs….the grits.  They all reappeared during this timeframe.  7 times.  SEVEN TIMES!!!  Yes.  I threw up seven times.  And I cursed bacon for eternity. Forever ever…

11:00 AM:  I’m in the labor unit…yes!!!!  I finally can get my epidural.  See here’s the thing with epidural.  I started both pregnancies saying I wanted a drug free natural birth.  With Miss Bobbi – I didn’t really have a choice.  Being induced and getting pitocin is no joke.  I lasted 3 hours before I asked for the epi…and when that needle hit my back and the pain started to give way to the drugs – I said WHY???? Why would anyone CHOSE to go natural when they can have this AMAZING feeling sweep thru their body – and feel at least half of the pain of what you would normally feel?  WHY????

11:05 AM:  Me:  WHERE’S MY EPIDURAL????

Nurse:  “Ma’am – we’re waiting for your labs to come back to make sure we can give it to you”…then my doula suggests that we get checked, again…to see how far along I was.

Let’s back up…Na’imah and I met a few months earlier and discussed my birth plan.  I said to her that if I get a chance to have this baby naturally – then I would try to go without the epidural – BUTTTT…I wasn’t opposed to it either.  I would give it a shot – but if the pain was too much…I would TAKE the shot.  She suggested that once that moment comes – we would see how far along we were and determine if it was really needed.  Cut to – 11:07AM

11:07 AM:  Me, to anyone in the room:  “I don’t care HOW far along I am…I want the damn epidural.  I get rammed.  Cervix check.  8 centimeters along.  I see it in Naimah’s face…you don’t need the drugs…you’re so close!”

My sister was also in the room with me.  She was there for my first delivery as well.  “Lis…oh my god…you are doing soooo great!  You don’t need the epidural.  You’re almost there.”

Bob:  “Babe…you got this….I don’t think you need to do this….we’re here with you.”  Me.  In my head:  SHUT UP BOB…YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!

At that moment – the anesthesiologist rolls in with the shot…like a pusher.  I’m in pain.  I’m in tears.  I know this drug will make me feel gooooodddd…I’m confused.  Can I do this?  What about all of the other women who have delivered naturally?  Wait – who cares about them? I’m in pain.  I asked the nurse: what should I do????  The nurse says “you’re honestly doing such a great job – I don’t think you need it!”  I look at my sister – she shakes her head…I look at Na’imah:  “this is the worst level of pain you’re going to experience.  If you made it this far – it won’t get any worse.”

She lied. But I digress.

I’m now making this epidural decision by committee.  The pusher, I mean anesthesiologist says to me: “If you’re in pain – I got what you need.”  I’m tempted….but I have a quick moment with myself.  Didn’t I say I wanted to do this without drugs?  I can do this.  My sister, my aunts, my mom, friends…so many women around me have done this.  I will feel like a failure if I give in now, simply because I was fearful. And I chose to acknowledge my fear, but still proceed in spite of it.

The pain gets worse. Much worse.  Na’imah had me out of bed – in different positions to move the baby around.  I was exerting so much energy during contractions – that I fell asleep in between them…my time in yoga (both normal and prenatal) helped me breathe thru the pain…alot of times in a low humming voice.  I realized this is all mental. Once each contraction hit – I reminded myself that in a few seconds – it will pass.  I remind myself that there is light at the end of the tunnel…my child is making its way down to enter this world.  I hyped myself up because I spent 9 months not knowing what was growing inside of me – girl?  boy?   And for each painful contraction – I reminded myself of the awesome feeling that I will experience once I discover who this person is.

1:00 PM  The nurse decides to check me again.  10 centimeters.  Its time.  They call the doctor.  I’m scared. I’m in pain.  Bob is holding my hand.  His cell phone rings.  He goes to answer it.  I’m in the middle of a contraction.  He fumbles.  Yes…He drops the phone…on my head.  Not just the phone…the corner end of the phone…hits my head…its still ringing. I’m in pain.  The room stops. I can feel everyone literally stop breathing.  I’m in too much pain to curse.  Too much pain to say a word…but WHO DOES THAT?????!!!!!!  WHO TRIES TO ANSWER A PHONE CALL WHILE THEIR WIFE IS SECONDS AWAY FROM HAVING A BABY…better yet…WHO DROPS THE PHONE ON TOP OF THEIR WIFE’S HEAD – WHO IS IN LABOR – SECONDS AWAY FROM HAVING A BABY. Bob did that.  I was pissed…but the pain overtook my pissivity.  We had a lengthy and lively conversation about this moment the following day.  Only Bob.

1:15 PM  The doctor comes in. “I’m gonna break your water and see if we can get the baby to move down and out…”  She broke the water. At this point, the pain is numbing so I don’t even feel it.

“Lisa – let’s try to push and see what we can get.  On the count of 3…push for me.”  1…2….3.


I. am. shaking.  ALL OVER THE BED.  I see lights.  I mean, they were the lights in the ceiling…but at that moment – the lights look like something else.  Like I was having an outta body experience. My legs are going in different directions. My mind just went somewhere else.  I am gone.  I am a movie.  And I have an audience. And my audience tries to snap me back.

Lisa…LISA…if you want to have this baby…if you want the baby to come out – you have to push the right way.  

Me:  What? Why am I pushing again????  (moment of brilliance right there)

Doc:  The baby Lisa…we are trying to get the baby out…but you have to push like this…push and hold your breath.

Me:  That’s what I just did!  But I think its coming out of my ass!!!!!

Audience:  Lisa – hold your breath.  Lisa – stay focused.  Lisa – you’re almost there.  Babe – you got this.  (SHUT UP BOB!!!!!!!!)

Doc:  Let’s try this again…push.

Later that night, Bob and my sister recounts the scene from that first push.  They told me that I looked like I was going thru an exorcism, to put it mildly.  My eyes turned blood shot red and for a minute…I scared them!  Well…imagine how I felt.  I was scared.  I didn’t wanna push again.  Not after what I just felt.  How is this baby ever gonna come out of me???  How is this physically possible???  Damn. I should’ve taken that epidural.

1:29 PM: I want this baby out.  Its gotta happen so might as well go for it.  Second try…I focus.  I breathe.  I push.  HARDDDD.  “We see a head…keep going Lisa…you’re doing great!!!”  I push again.  I am not myself.  There is a greater power within me taking over.  I feel the baby come out of me.  Every inch.  I feel it.  I hear it cry.  What the hell just happened???  I see the baby.  They put the baby on top of me.  It’s a boy.  And it’s all over.  I hold him.  I’m still in shock.  But I feel no pain. Did I just do that?

Yes I did.  And with all the pain and exorcism – I would do it all over again.


2nd delivery at Memorial Regional Hospital in Hallandale, FL.  They have an amazing staff and a great maternity ward.
2nd delivery at Memorial Regional Hospital in Hallandale, FL. They have an amazing staff and a great maternity ward.
Delivery room view
Hospital monitoring stuff
My Doula for both pregnancies
Naimah, the doula. She helped me stay on track with having an all natural delivery, Blessed to have her be part of both babies entrance into the world. She was so very necessary for my journey.
My sister holding my hand during delivery.
My sister, Donna. Thankful that she held my hand and encouraged me thru the process.
Experiencing a contraction
Look, I didn’t have time to take out the cornrows….ok? More important things going on right about now…like trying a new position to help bring the baby down.
Hubby support during delivery
The moment after he dropped his phone on my head…all of a sudden – he’s attentive and engaged.
Delivery room tools
In pain during delivery
So much pain! Naimah is making me as comfortable as possible. Bob is on his phone.
Sister and husband. These two were my biggest cheerleaders...I also wanted to choke them a few times in the process. I love them tho.
Sister and husband. These two were my biggest cheerleaders…I also wanted to choke them a few times in the process. I love them tho.
AJ's entrance into the world!!!
Amarii’s big debut!!!
Baby delivery!
My face. Bob’s face. Tells two different stories.
Newborn...fresh out the wound
I’m still in shock by what I just experienced.
Delivery time
Thanks to my girl Erica Rodriquez of Mau Loa Photography. She was in the delivery room with me to capture all the details…like the birth time. So happy I decided to document this journey.
High fives
Bob, the cheerleader.
First footprint photo
Amarii’s footprint.
Holding Daddy's hand for the first time.
Holding Daddy’s hand for the first time. Amarii was born with six fingers on both hands…a common occurance in babies called Polydactyly. Its genetic – so we have his dad and older brother to thank for the extra digits. We’ve since got one tied off..but the other one will have to be surgically removed since it has a small bone. We’ll get around to doing that once he’s a little older. Until then – its all high sixes instead of high fives 🙂
Getting measured! At birth - he was 8 pounds and 15 ounces. 21 inches. Big boy!
Getting measured! At birth – he was 8 pounds and 15 ounces. 21 inches. Big boy!
Amarii's first photo shoot - naked.
Amarii’s first photo shoot – naked.
Birth Certificate
Bob and I couldn’t agree on a name…so he was nameless for 4 hours. Elijah was our first choice, but we knew too many people with that name. Ali was a close second but we landed on Amarii, which means Promised by God. We decided that his middle name would be Joseph…he and I now share the same middle name 🙂
Birth Journey
Once he was born – his blood sugar dropped really low. Even though I planned on breastfeeding – they had to give him formula to see if his blood sugar level would go up. It was in the low 20’s at birth when it should have been in the 40’s. At the moment of this feeding (and photo), they told me they may have to admit him into NICU if it didn’t go up. I was scared, nervous, but prayerful. Thankfully, his levels went up and steadily increased to normal levels by day 3. No NICU for this guy! Docs explained that the low blood sugar could have been because he was a big baby.
First photos; birth journey
I was in my maternity suite a few short hours later…first thing I did was remove the cornrows!
Newborn and sister
Had to represent for Miss Bobbi Elle!
Newborn; birth journey
So much newness!
First feeding
First feeding. Breastfeeding is always such a challenge – but he was a great latcher first time out.
Proud dad sending text messages
The phone that fell on my head. Proud dad sending out new baby alert – safely away from me.
usies with auntie
First usie with Auntie!
Heading to maternity ward
Thankful for a safe delivery…and being able to take my new baby to the maternity ward with me!
The one good thing about a drug free delivery was that I felt like myself almost immediately. So much so - I was up in the middle of the night organizing my hospital suite.
The one good thing about a drug free delivery was that I felt like myself almost immediately. So much so – I was up in the middle of the night organizing my hospital suite.
Low blood sugar levels, failed hearing test first time around, a case of Jaundice, was an eventful first few days in the world. But thankful that was all we had to deal with and he came home with a clean bill of health.
Low blood sugar levels, failed hearing test first time around, a case of Jaundice, circumcision…it was an eventful first few days in the world. But thankful that was all we had to deal with and he came home with a clean bill of health.
My new baby boy - AJ; our birth journey
Throughout the pregnancy, I kept saying I was scared to have a boy…that I’m not a boy’s mom. #SHELIED. I’m so in LOVE with my son and I’m grateful to have the chance to raise a young man in this world.

Becoming a mom is a wonderful and powerful thing!  I have a new found respect for women.  We are unstoppable!  #GIRLPOWER

— The End.


  1. I'm in tears right now because I loved your story and too experienced some of what u did. My son was born on Aug.10, 2014 and like u I'm so in love. Thx for sharing. I read your tweets often. U inspire me.
    • thanks so much for sharing! babies are the best! Best of luck with your little one!
    • enjoyed this..your a great writer. I had two Csection.. One emergency so I never experienced half of what you went through... I never had contractions... But I lived it through your journey... Thanks for sharing
      • C-sections has its own journey and level of emotions - I'm sure! thanks for your feedback!
  2. Wow!! Thank you for sharing. I'm expecting #2 and you echoed my sentiments almost perfectly. Thanks for sharing your doula and not wanting to be induced again experience. Hopefully with those tools I too can have a similar birth story (minus the Excorcist part, lol). Thank you again for sharing. You Rock!
    • Wishing you a speedy and safe delivery! thanks for sharing your feedback!
  3. Lynnette
    Thanks for sharing your lovely birth experience. I have two kids myself and just reading the authenticity and genuineness of your story got me smiling. You sound like a fun loving person. God bless you and your family.
  4. Lisa, thank you for writing this. I 'm due any day now and have been open to the idea of natural birth as well as open to the idea of epidural but this post gave me a glimpse into both - with such honesty! Congratulations!
    • Best of luck...follow your gut and decide what's best for you and the baby! Wishing you a safe and speedy delivery!
  5. Rana SaintGermain
    Lisa, thank you for your story. Well put together. Your event was the same with me of not having any EPI for our births. With my 2nd son (kam) due to medical issues i hand to endure all the pain for 8 hours and turnaround had an emergency c-section; at the end it was all worth it. (no pain no gain) right. Our boys b day falls on the same month 8/8/04. One thing i can say Congratulation and yes! we rock, and remember you already a great Mom and you will continue to be a Girlpower Mom for Amarii. Be Bless in everything that you do. Rana
  6. Thanks for sharing your journey. It brought back so many memories of my first and only birthing experience, especially now that my daughter is 21. But you just can't ever forget those moments as you put it "But I think its coming out of my ass!!!!!" and an environment of hysteria and shock all at once. Kudos for going natural and congrats on the new addition.
  7. Love your story! Can't wait to experience it. You made it sound so easy LOL.
    • Haha! Definitely not easy, but it was quick compared to a lot of others...and each delivery is soooo different...just pray that you have one that is drama free! thanks for reading!
  8. Lisa, thank you for sharing your beautiful story "The True Miracle of Life" I laughed, I cried and said a few OMGs. Congratulations once again.
  9. Kimberly
    Thank you Lisa for sharing your experience. I felt like I was in the moment with you. You are a great writer. God bless you and your amazing family. Looking forward to more stories about family life. You can make it a mini series on YouTube.
  10. Am at work presently and reading this.... am in tears and everyone is asking me what is wrong. I wish u joy and thanks for sharing your experience. With luv
  11. Wow...mother of 3 myself. Two girls and a boy in the middle. This just made me appreciate my experience, tho none of my kids inherited my six finger process which was also snatched at birth. Thanks for sharing your journey! I still suffer effects from my first epidermal, but I'll do it all the same, that pain is for reallllll...enjoy this experience it goes sooooo fast. Blessings to you and Bob on raising them babies!

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