Birth Stories

Your Birth Stories are Important

 | March 20, 2019 | Posted by:

Here at Edenway we just had an open house where we invited ladies to come hear some of our client’s birth stories and have their questions answered concerning out of hospital birth.

It struck me how important birth stories are; how beneficial it is to tell and for others to hear.

As women, we have need of one another.

We have the need to share experiences that have made us into who we are today. We want to know and be known.

Birth is a raw and real experience. It takes every ounce of everything we have. It doesn’t leave us the way it found us.

It’s a metamorphosis; the turning from one thing into another.

This is true no matter how many births you’ve had. Every child changes you. Every birth furthers you in your journey. Every life is a miracle that expands your whole outlook.

No matter what your births have looked like, it’s something worth talking about because it has made you who you are today.

Lindsey’s Story

 | November 22, 2016 | Posted by:



My story is not about an amazing birth experience. My story is raw and painful to tell. My story is the one that you don’t talk about at baby showers.

But it’s mine. And I’m not ashamed of it.

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The Birth of Julia Leigh

 | October 19, 2016 | Posted by:



It was about 1:00 am on March 25th, when a sharp pain in my stomach woke me. Since this was one day before my due date, I knew there was a great chance it was labor beginning. I didn’t want to overthink it because just weeks before I had experienced days of false labor.

 At my check-ups with Rosetta and Kayci, I was dilated the same for about 2 weeks. At every appointment I would tell myself not to get my hopes up. I knew Julia would come when she was ready, but waiting when you’re feeling so huge and uncomfortable seems almost impossible!

The day before when I had another routine check-up I was secretly hoping it was my last! To my surprise and excitement, I was 4 cm dilated and Julia was completely engaged against my cervix. Even though Rosetta didn’t tell me then, she later said that she knew that it was going to be my last check up. Part of me knew something was different that day so I spent time playing and cuddling with Kinsley just soaking in those precious moments of her being our only child.

As I laid there at 1 am, trying to assess the pain I just felt, I started praying that the Lord would give me strength if this indeed was labor. I went to the bathroom and then laid back down in bed. Shortly after, another one came. The difference between these contractions and the ones I had during false labor were noticeable! I decided to get out of bed and rock on my exercise ball. This is what I had done during my whole labor with Kinsley, and I knew it was a great way to help labor progress if this was the real deal. I leaned against our bed and rocked as I listened to the Gilmore Girls episode that was playing on our TV.

After an hour of contractions coming at exactly 5 minutes apart, I woke up Jared. He sat up quickly and said, “Where are we going??” I had a good laugh and told him nowhere but that I was in labor. I called Rosetta and told her I was sure this was it. To make sure it wasn’t false labor, she suggested that I take a shower and see what my contractions did. I stood in there for probably close to an hour and knew my contractions were getting closer together. It felt so good to have that hot water pour down my back when they were getting so intense. Jared sat in the bathroom and timed them and they were 3 minutes apart so I had him call Rosetta so she could come. She lived 45 minutes away so I didn’t want to take any chances!

1The shower was no longer cutting it. I got out and sat on my exercise ball in the bathroom. I had praise and worship music playing and mentally talked myself through each contraction. Since I had Kinsley with a midwife at a Birth Center, I knew exactly what I needed to do to work through the contractions. Knowing I was able to stay home and not have to get in a car to drive anywhere was a relief to me.

At this point, I knew my contractions were 2 minutes or less apart. Just from hearing songs start and end, I could figure out timing. I had Jared rubbing Young Living’s Valor essential oil on my lower back, and I would rub Lavender all over my stomach. It truly did give me some relief. That didn’t last long though! My contractions were very close together and I found myself moaning through them. I’m a quiet sufferer so when I started doing that, I knew I had to be getting close to pushing.

The contractions were so intense I started thinking, “I don’t think I can handle much more of this.” From my previous birth, along with reading and prepping for labor, I knew this thought process was a sign of transition. Reminding myself of how close I was during the break in between contractions, I knew I could do this. I heard the front door open and I knew Rosetta and Kayci had made it.

It was now 4:00 am. The first thing they did was assess me and check Julia’s heart rate. It was strong! The contractions were coming so close together that I barely got a break. I wanted to get in the tub because this was ideally how I wanted to deliver Julia. They helped me get in and I drank some Gatorade because I knew I was going to need strength to push.

With the next contraction in the tub, I felt my body bear down and I knew I needed to push. As soon as I did, my water broke and the pressure was unlike anything I have ever felt! I immediately got onto my knees because I felt as though I couldn’t sit down. Rosetta told me that if I was going to deliver in the tub then I had to actually be in the water because at that moment, I was almost completely out. I felt a little frantic because I felt Julia coming and I wasn’t even trying to push. I decided to get out and sit on the toilet for a minute.

When the next contraction hit I felt Julia’s head coming and Jared said he could see it. I reached down and felt that squishy, little head that was crowning. I stood up and Rosetta had me hold onto Jared as I squatted and pushed. It didn’t take much and she had me stop so my body could stretch to accommodate Julia’s head. With another little push her head come out and one more, her body. It was the BEST feeling! I felt so much joy and relief all wrapped together.

She was born at 4:29 am, just 29 minutes after Rosetta, Kayci, and the team had gotten there! 3

After she came out, I sat down on the toilet because I was exhausted and it was the closest seat. All I could say was, “I did it!” Jared leaned down and kissed me and all I could think about was what an amazing husband I have to have supported me through this, now twice.  He knew I could do it and sharing these moments together was in-explainable.

4I sat there and looked down at this beautiful, red-headed beauty! Her hair was just too much! I couldn’t help but tell her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. 

After they cut Julia’s chord, Jared held her and they helped me back to my bed. Jared, Julia, and I laid there for about an hour as they monitored all my vitals.


It was now getting close to 7:00 am and, after receiving some stitches, I was able to get in the herbal bath with Julia. This is when Kinsley woke up. Jared got her up and brought her in to see her new sister. Still sleepy from just waking up, she didn’t say much. She was actually more concerned with the water and why it was brown. She later asked me if it was poop. Oh the mind of a toddler!

7During the herbal bath, the midwifery team that also consisted of another head midwife, and two more assistants, stripped our bed and got our sheets on it and ready for me to crawl in. Best feeling ever! They continued to check my vitals while Jared got me something to eat. I had just finished one of the biggest workouts of my life so I was starving! When he got back, our team prayed over our family before they left. Talk about a special moment! I know this experience would not have been the same without them. They prayed with us constantly, always had encouraging words when I was worried or down, and truly made their imprints as members of our family. I’m beyond thankful for them! Jared and my mom were with me every step of the way and literally took care of EVERYTHING so I didn’t have to worry about a thing.

Julia Leigh Hudgins made her entrance in about 3 ½ hours, which beat her big sister’s 5-hour labor and delivery. It was fast and furious, but the Lord gave me strength I didn’t know I possessed. He gave me peace when many would panic. And, he brought me another priceless jewel that has already changed our lives. He is so good, all the time!



Guest Post: Working & Breastfeeding – On the Go

 | May 4, 2016 | Posted by:
I’ve been the primary (and often sole) earner in my family for the last 5 years, so when I found out I was pregnant, I knew I would join the ranks of so many mothers who try to juggle breastfeeding while working outside the home. I was committed to breastfeeding my son exclusively for 6 months, and at least until he was 1 year old. One REALLY big challenge for me that most working mother’s don’t face – I work for a consulting company and frequent travel is customary.


I had hoped that my employer would find a Dallas based project for me when I returned to work full time, but unfortunately, that didn’t work out. About 7 months after my son was born, I was asked to support a client based out of Los Angeles. 1 week later, I started traveling 4 days a week, EVERY week.


While I was pregnant, I had purchased a Medela Pump in Style Advanced, before I knew that health insurance would cover a breastpump. I reached out to a few other mothers in my local office to see if anyone had any tips or tricks on how to travel and pump. Breastmilk was still the primary source of nutrition for my son, so I had to figure out quickly how I was going to make this work! Thankfully, some of my colleagues had traveled while breastfeeding and had many great suggestions. I talked to lactation consultants. I called friends. I read every website out there on exclusive pumping.


I won’t lie, the first few weeks were REALLY difficult. Since my son was so young, and my flight was over 3 hours, plus the commute time to the airport from my house and from the airport to my client site, I often had to pump in the airport and on the plane while in the air. Pumping on the plane was miserable. I generally just pumped about 10 minutes on each side to keep my milk production up. I pumped in my seat because I decided that was less gross than pumping in the airplane bathroom. I was lucky that I’d built up a bit of a freezer stash anticipating my eventual return to work, but I still wanted to keep every ounce of that liquid gold!


It was REALLY frustrating to me that neither DFW nor LAX airports had mothers rooms for pumping. DFW has since opened ONE mother’s room in the A terminal, and California passed a law requiring nursing rooms in all airport terminals before January 2016. Worse than the lack of pumping space in the airport was the inconsistent way TSA dealt with me and my breastmilk. Each week would be a different agent with a different idea of what the appropriate screening protocols would be. LAX was the worst. The very first week, I had over 120oz of breastmilk (packaged in 2-3oz bags) and they pulled every single one out of my cooler bag to inspect it. It took FOREVER and it was so awkward.


The first 2 months I pumped every 2-3 hours religiously, even waking up in the middle of the night to pump. I pumped in cars in parking lots, while stuck in traffic on LA freeways, in corners of the airport, in empty offices, in empty conference rooms. I was lucky that my client in Los Angeles, and my subsequent client here in Seattle both were companies that supported breastfeeding mothers. Both client sites had relatively comfortable mother’s rooms with fridges, etc. The only challenge was sometimes there was a line to pump LOL.


Thankfully, after 9 weeks I was transferred to another client in Seattle and the airport there has a lovely nursing room and TSA was a lot less of a challenge. This reduced my stress quite a bit. By then, my son was 9 months old and eating a lot more solids. I was able to scale back a bit on how often I needed to pump.


There were many weeks I was so frustrated with the added stress of worrying about keeping my milk supply up, healing raw nipples, keeping the milk cold, getting through airport security, leaving the office early to pump, etc that I would want to throw in the towel. I am so grateful that my husband supported me wholeheartedly through this process. He would take the bag of breastmilk when I walked in the door, and pack it in containers to put in the freezer. He would put the baby in our bed for me to nurse or bring him out into the living room if he knew my breasts were full, so I wouldn’t have to pump one more time that week. He washed and sanitized my breastpump parts.


It seemed like every week I would tell myself that this was the last week. It was too much. My husband told me that if I wanted to stop, he fully supported that decision. He listened while I cried on the phone. And then each Monday I would pack my breastpump tote bag with all my supplies and talk myself into pumping for “just one more week”.


Finally, when my son was 2 weeks shy of 1 year old, we ran out of breastmilk before I got home. I freaked out and hopped on the first flight home. In the meantime… my husband calmly went to the grocery store and bought a gallon of whole milk… and my kid drank it without complaint. After that, I decided that I wouldn’t kill myself pumping. I also started trying to think about pumping sessions as being “breaks” from work. I wouldn’t try to multitask any more – I started catching up on TV shows on Hulu or Netflix on my phone! That helped me relax a lot which of course, helps the milk flow. (One time, I laughed out loud watching Unbreakable Kimmie Schmidt and there were 2 other moms pumping in the room. They probably thought I was crazy).


My son finished weaning about 2 weeks ago at 19 months. So I pumped exclusively 4 days a week while living out of a suitcase 1600 miles from home and hauled that breastmilk back to TX for a YEAR! That was a MAJOR accomplishment!


Of course, just 2 weeks after I stopped pumping, my company rolled out some new benefits for breastfeeding moms – they now offer hospital grade rental pumps and will ship your breastmilk for you when you are required to travel. HA.


In all honesty, there is no way I would have succeeded at my breastfeeding goals without having an amazing support network of other moms, lactation consultants, my spouse, and an employer that supported working moms.


If you need someone to cheer you through breastfeeding and working outside the home, I’d be honored to be that person for you. It can’t get much harder than what I went through! Feel free to email me. We belong to each other, mamas!

Guest Post by Nichole Heilbron

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Switched Providers at 42 weeks!

 | August 23, 2012 | Posted by:

During childhood I loved science the most. I have since been amazed at how well a mother’s body was created to grow her baby, give birth, and make the most nourishing food- breast milk. I grew up knowing that my mother had loved nursing my brother and me and this made me feel so loved. I looked forward to nursing my own babies one day.

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Hannah’s Speedy Arrival

 | July 22, 2012 | Posted by:

© Adele Photography – Used with Permission

We loved our last-minute home birth so much we planned our second home birth with the same midwives at Edenway Birth Center even before we were pregnant!

I had gone in for my usual prenatal appointment at 38 weeks. My midwives told me they wouldn’t be surprised even if she came later that day. I started gathering everything together and focusing my mind for this baby on the move! The contractions did pick up steadily and I called my husband and friend to come as soon as possible. Everyone, including my chiropractor, came out to the house but after a few hours nothing happened. I was able to get back to sleep and was happy to keep baby Hannah inside a bit more.

© Adele Photography – Used with Permission

Exactly 1 week later, I had been working the Election polls all day. I ignored the contractions throughout the day because of experiencing pre labor. Later that night at 6pm I sang in our church choir. Every time I held out long, high notes, I could feel my cervix opening up! I began timing the contractions and realized they were coming every 3 to 4 minutes and getting stronger. At 8:30pm I knew the baby was coming fast! I picked up my daughter from nursery, drove home and put her to bed. My midwife happened to be near my house when I called.


© Adele Photography – Used with Permission

My 1st exam showed I was 100% effaced, dilated 7 centimeters. I was laboring hard in the tub when my husband got there at 9:25pm. Words can not describe how much I needed him right then! I was afraid this time even though I’d birthed before. We prayed together and I was able to relax. Leaning over a birth ball at 11pm on my bed was difficult, but as my water gushed, my head cleared and it was wonderful. I loved how helpful my midwives were and I was so glad my best friend who is an amazing photographer had arrived. One on top of another the contractions came. Transition sent me back into the tub. I was shaking, burping and cold. Something popped in side me; must have been the bag of waters slipping over her head. I pushed with the urge; immediately slight burning occurred and I had to “breath” her head out slowly in the water. With another push she did not budge, so out of the tub I stood. With one foot on the edge of the tub, the rest of me supported by my amazing husband, baby Hannah flew right out into my midwife’s gentle hands at 12:52am with out a tear. She was passed up through my legs and we fell in love.

She latched on right away causing my placenta to plop out almost immediately but she got all her cord blood like her sister had. She went on to nurse for 372 days exclusively before we started her on organic puréed foods. Our daughter’s births have helped me gain the experience needed to help others find the confidence they need to enjoy the wonders of a natural birth and breastfeeding because each life is a gift from God! It comes naturally for me to help couples learn their options for a healthy life, pregnancy, labor, birth, postpartum and breastfeeding because I love it!

Kira’s Birth Story

 | November 6, 2009 | Posted by:

Edenway was truly a gift from the Lord to our whole family through the pregnancy and birth of our third child.  I was already pleasantly surprised as we pulled up to Edenway’s quaint building.  We were immediately greeted with smiles, eye contact and hugs from all the midwives.  I felt as if I was an invited guest in the presence of family.

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