My Birth Story
When I got with my husband we decided we wanted to have a baby. It was so hard at first. Months would go by and I wouldn’t see any results. I knew I wasn’t going to be a mom no time soon. My husband seamed a little stressed, but he would never show it. He would always tell me that it was ok, that someday we were going to be parents. He really wanted a baby of ours, because he has a daughter in Mexico, Fernanda Yamilthet who is 7 years old. Eight months went by when, I found out I was pregnant. I had gone to visit my parents at Utah for Christmas. We were there for three weeks. It was time for us to go back home. When we arrived home, I started feeling really different, weird. My moods, my craving for pizza, I felt more tired, felt very weak and sleepy two days before I found out I was pregnant, me and my husband, were in our room, talking to his family in Mexico.
When out of no where, one of his brother, Diego, asked me what I was going to name our baby. I started laughing; I was really surprised to hear what he was saying. I right away told him that I wasn’t pregnant, and he told me, that I was, he had a dream about me being pregnant. We finished talking after three hours. Right when we hanged up, my husband hugged me and started rubbing on my belly. He kept telling me that he knew I was pregnant he really wanted a girl, but deep inside I knew it was going to be a boy. Two days after that, he called his friend Jesus to take me to the Pregnancy Resource Center in Rifle, because we lived in Silt, and that was much closer. And he did.
My husband had to work that day, and he couldn’t take it off. It was about 2:00pm when I got their, the lady at the front desk, gave me the cup where I had to pee. I was really nervous and anxious. 5 minutes later, she walked in, looked at me and asked me if I wanted to have a baby or not? Right away I answered and I told her that I wanted to have a baby. She came up to me and handed me the pregnancy test, and congratulated me. I started crying, I was so happy and excited, I wanted my husband to get home and tell him the great news. My husbands friend Jesus and Apolito, were excited for both of us. I got home, got ready and was cooking, when my husband arrived. He right away came up to me and asked me what the result was. I couldn’t stop crying, I hugged him and I gave him pregnancy test. He hugged me. He was so excited. He couldn’t believe it.
After, so much trying. I had found out that I was 9 weeks, based on my last menstrual period. Each day that went by I, was more and more excited. I felt like I was the happiest mother ever. I felt very tired the first 3 months, but after that, I had so much energy. Month by month went by and it was great. Each day was just so beautiful. Going to the library, was my favorite hobby. We would walk for blocks and blocks and I would get so tired. But I loved it for my baby. I would sit there for two straight hours and read to my belly. I would eat a lot and to be honest I didn’t gain a lot, 20 pounds was nothing. I didn’t even show. I had such a tiny belly. I can really say that my son, who we named Damian Jaime, sucked a lot of me.
My face was so thin. It seemed like I would eat at all. We would also walk a lot because then we didn’t have a car, so there was no other option but to walk when we really wanted something. All I would crave was pizza or Chinese buffet in Grand Junction. I remember I would make my husband eat pizza all day (Cesar’s Pizza). I really don’t think I had a lot of moods. I just felt like I wanted to spent more time with my husband, and I wanted him to be with me all day long. I was becoming so attached to him, that when we he would leave to work, I would feel so sad and lonely. When I was 6 months I got my ultrasound done. I had finally been waiting for this day for so long. I was really scare to hear what my baby was going to be.
My husband really wanted a Girl but I wanted a Boy. And right when the nurse said she was ready to tell us the sex of the baby, mu husband got up and got in shocked. He could tell it was a Boy. She said, “Yes it’s a beautiful Boy”!!! I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. I was going to have a Boy; my dream of having my first Baby Boy was becoming true. My husband headed towards me to hug me. He was so happy, and even when it wasn’t a Girl, he was still happy with the blessing God had send for us. He wasn’t really caring about the sex no more; he just wanted our baby to be a very healthy Boy.
I just wanted time to run fast so that this day could get here and have my son in my arms. When we would go baby shopping, me and my husband, we would go so crazy with everything we wanted to buy the baby. Everything at the store was just so beautiful and gorgeous. All my friends and family were happy, they wanted a girl as well but this time it wasn’t what they were asking for, but what I wanted. When I would be home, besides of eating a lot, I would sleep so much. I could sleep for more then 2 hour nap. It was a great experience being pregnant; I guess it was just more because, I was being a Mommy for the first time. And because we had waited for this moment, for so long. I had just started feeling contractions. It was really intense.
I really didn’t know what to accept. I was even more scare because I didn’t have any family around at all. 2 weeks before my due date my pastors decided it was time to plan my baby shower. Oh my God. I will never forget that day. It was such a great night. I had gotten so much stuff, cloth, especially diapers. Thanks to God my sister Elida was there supporting my baby shower. The day had finally gotten here. I ran to the hospital, thinking it was time, but no. I was having the contractions as strong as they needed to be. I was released and sent back home.
The last two days were so horrible. I would even do sit ups and run up and down the stairs. I really wanted my baby to come out already. The night before my due date, I was sitting down in the couch with my husband watching a movie, and I still remember I had a French toast with Lechera and strawberry jelly. My husband had gone to work that day, and when he got home he ate and sat on the couch because he was really tired. So we went to sleep. It was about 4:00am when I woke up because I needed to go to the restroom, and right when I was going to get up to go pee, I noticed that I felt something in my belling and this water couldn’t stop leaking. I started screaming and yelling, hitting the walls, my pain grew stronger and stronger every minute.
My water had just broken. My husband right away called 911 and all I remember was when the ambulance arrived there and when I was getting down the stairs, and I fainted. When I woke up I was in the hospital, in a bed with pokes in my arms. My husband was really worried and scared because all I would do was screamed and yell. Right when the midwife walked in she told me I was going to get the Epidural in my back because it was time. I really didn’t feel the poke. My contractions were stronger then the poke. After 30 minutes I started to feel my pain reduce and the contractions weren’t that strong as they were when I arrived. It was time to start pushing. It was so scary and I was so scared.
Finally my son had arrived to this world. Damian Jaime Banuelos Ramos, who was born on October 17, 2011, at 9:20am, weighted 8 pounds, 2 ounces and measured 20 ½ inches. He was born in Valley View Hospital in Glenwood Springs. At the hospital, we had such a great service, my son Damian was being seen with such a great care. I decide to breast feed my son for the first month. But it was hard. After the first month I noticed he wouldn’t get full. So we made an appointment and they told me that I had to give him bottle as well because he wasn’t getting full with my breast milk. So I just started bottle feeding. We started with the regular Enfamil, but for some reason my son would get so constipated, so we decided to try the soy formula. And he actually loved that milk and he wouldn’t get constipated. So my son was on soy formulas since he was a baby. It was much easier and he was getting fuller.
At night he could sleep without waking up, and when I was breast feeding it was so hard because he would be awake all night attached to my breast. My son couldn’t sleep through the night only during the day. I was really frustrated because I wouldn’t get enough sleep at night. In the finals of November, we decided to move to Kalamazoo, Michigan with my parents. At first it was great. Everyday that went by, I would enjoy my son to the fullest. We would read to him, shower him with daddy; go for long walks, to the park. My son has been my everything since then. My father was really excited with my son. He loved him so much. My brothers always made my son to the side. I don’t know why but they would act so rude with my baby.
I never trusted my mom or my brothers. So that’s why my dad was the only one aloud to grab my son. My son Damian was growing so fast. My son started crawling when he was 7 ½ months and he started walking when he was 9 months. It was so great. Me and my husband were really happy, we knew we were doing everything right for my baby Damian. Looking at life from another aspect, one night, me and my husband, were having a conversation about having another baby. My husband didn’t have a stable job there, so we decided to go back to Colorado.
1 month before we left, I was sent to the hospital because I wasn’t feeling good. I got checked and everything and I was told that I had to wait for my results. To end my night, I was told that I was 6 weeks pregnant. So imagine, I had my son Damian in the middle of October and it was the beginning of December and I was 6 weeks pregnant, I didn’t even wait for the 40 days. I didn’t know what to say. I got really nervous, I was in shocked. We were planning but we wouldn’t think it was going to be that fast. I didn’t know what to say in that moment. We left back home. I didn’t want to tell my parents because I really didn’t know how they were going to take it, especially with all my problems I had over my shoulders. Me and my husband just kept it to ourselves.
I was really happy; I didn’t want my son Damian to be alone. I wanted to have another Baby Boy so they could play with each other. My son Damian was only 1 ½ month pregnant and I was pregnant again. The whole story repeated it’s self. I was craving pizza again. I was very genetic. I wouldn’t stop all day. I would clean and clean and I wouldn’t get tired. I was really excited to know that I was going to be a mother again. I kept praying to God, that I wanted to have another Baby Boy. I really never wanted to have a girl because, they are so dramatic. When we go to Colorado, the first week of March, I was already showing. I was really tiny, just like with my first son Damian. I had gain up only 30 pounds. My son Damian loved to rub on my belly. He knew his little Baby was there. I can’t lie. At first I had a horrible pregnancy, which I don’t want to talk about but I can also say that I had a beautiful pregnancy. I had rest, I had peace, and I just wanted to be healthy for both my babies.
Because Damian was still so little he still required a lot of my attention. At the same time I was worried because I was going to have two babies really close to each other, but I knew both my babies were blessing from the Lord above. Me and my son Damian would go to school. It was really hard, but impossible. My husband was really excited. He wanted a Girl but in reality I wanted another Baby Boy. I wanted my son Damian to have a best friend, a brother he could connect to with. My daily life was the usual, but it was starting to get very tiring. Now, with this pregnancy I had much more support from friends.
The first month was horrible. I had a lot of morning sickness, nausea, vomiting, and dizziness. I couldn’t stand cooking because it would make my stomach sick and really uncomfortable. I couldn’t go too far because I knew that I was going to throw up some where. After that month, I was going back to my regular diet. Oh mu God, I would stuff my mouth to the fullest. During my middle month of my pregnancy, I was told that the results, my midwife, Brenda, had received showed, that I was on risk of getting Diabetes during my pregnancy. I was really scared because, if it was to be a positive test, I was going to have to be on a strict diet. By 7 ½ months, my results had come back with a negative result, I felt this stress just gotten off my back.
My second pregnancy was so special. When I would hug my son Damian, my Baby in my belly would kick, he wouldn’t want me hugging his brother. I would start laughing. My check ups were really good, even though it was really hard with my Baby Damian and being pregnant I tried my very best to be ok and strong. At my church, Door Of Hope, my pastor’s were planning my second Baby Shower. We would also go to the park, do picnics, go swimming, go the library to read. My husband was really excited. I got my ultrasound done at 8 months. I called in to make an appointment for my ultrasound and a week later I was called in to the hospital for the ultrasound.
My husband was really anxious. He had a feeling that it was going to be a Girl. But my instinct as a Mother, was telling me that I was having another Baby Boy. My dream had always been of having two babies and both Boys. My husband couldn’t stop smiling. The nurse was checking to see if his lungs and his heart were ok and suddenly she said “are you ready know what you are having”? My heart was beating really fast. All she said was “Congratulations, it’s a Boy” my tears were unstoppable. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t stop crying I was so excited, I knew that my instinct as a mother wasn’t lying to me.
I got dressed up and we went to eat after that, we wanted to celebrate that great news they had given me. When our friends found out, they were in shock. Everyone was betting it was a Girl. But no, it was a Boy. Days went by and my exciment grew bigger. I was really happy especially for my son Damian because he was going to have a buddy. My baby shower was planned for a Saturday but, by Tuesday my contractions were faster and stronger. I was praying to God, I wanted to make it to my baby shower. The next day, Wednesday morning, my husband had his day off, so we decided to do a deep clean and do laundry. When we were done cleaning, I was really tired. I started having pains, they felt like contractions, but I still needed to do my laundry. I wanted everything clean before my son’s arrival. My contractions got stronger and stronger. My husband noticed that it was time; I couldn’t even walk no more. I was at the laundry, my washers had stopped. Now, I only needed to dry. The pain grew stronger and stronger. I knew it was time but I had to be strong and hold the pain. I got home and I kept sweating.
My husband was really worried by now. He didn’t know what to do with me no more. And you’re not going to believe me, but with all this pain I had, I finally finish folding my cloth. I told my husband I was going to go use the restroom. I had to pee so badly. When I was wiping my self I notice I was bleeding. I got really scared, I kept crying and crying. The good thing was that I had showered my son Damian incase something was to happen. I kept yelling at my husband, telling him he needed to call the ambulance because I couldn’t even move. I cleaned my self and walked to my room and right when I was putting my shoes on. I felt water leaking. My water had broken.
I was standing with my contractions even harder, I just knew it was time. The ambulance arrived there immediately. My major concern was bleeding. I was thinking that wasn’t normal. When I got to the hospital, I was dilating really fast. When the midwife checked I was at a ten. So I was ready. When I arrived at the hospital it was around 10:30pm. The immediately called the doctor that was going to put the Epidural to calm down the pain. I couldn’t believe 3 other girls were in giving labor all at the same time including me. It was time to push; I got tired so quickly, that I couldn’t keep pushing no more. They had to give me oxygen during the whole labor because I was fainting. When I got the Epidural it hurt so badly, I cried even harder. I couldn’t stand the pain.
It was horrible. 35 minutes went by when the pain started calming down. Now it was time to keep pushing. I pushed and pushed, the midwife look really frustrated because my Baby wouldn’t come out. I tried my very best to stay calm, but with so much pain, I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop screaming, kicking, crying, yelling, I felt so weak I couldn’t keep going. The last push I took, I knew something was wrong. Finally, my son was born. Joaquin Nicolas Banuelos Ramos who was born at 1:00am, he was 8 pounds, 8 ounces, and measured 21 ½ inches. He was born in Valley View Hospital in Glenwood Springs.
Before he was born I was told by the doctor that the baby had pooped inside and that he had probably eating some too. When he was born he kept choking on his own poop. On his third day of life, he had puked the entire poop he had swollen. My son was so gorgeous. The three days I was at the hospital, my husband had to work. I don’t know how I did it but I had Damian with me at all times and I was breast feeding as well. I breast feed Joaquin for 1 month. It was really hard to breast feed and attend my other son Damian. Especially because my son wouldn’t get full so he wanted to be latched on to my breast all day long. After a month, I started bottle feeding with the Enfamil Formula, and he took it right away. My son Joaquin couldn’t sleep at night either, but now I knew what I was going to expect.
My son’ first days at home were really hard; he would cry so much, I wouldn’t understand why. One night, he couldn’t go to sleep, he would cry and cry, none stop. He had his entire shirt wet. So just when I was changing his shirt, I noticed he was really swollen from his right side of the arm. The next day, I took him to Mountain Family, where is his primary care for my son Damian to. They took a, X-RAY where they confirmed to me that while I was giving birth, my son Clavicorn born had broken. He had so much pain, and I was really mad because I knew something was wrong during my labor and the midwife didn’t tell me anything at the hospital.
The doctor told me not to worry about it that it was going to heal on its own. I just had to be very careful when I would change him it was really hard for my son Damian to adjust to another baby. He was really aggressive with the baby. It seemed like he hated his brother. But thank God, that was only for the first 3 ½ months. But I had to sit both of them down, and show my son he had a brother to play with, he had to respect him because he was smaller then him, which they both had to take care of each other. They are brothers; they had to love one another. They have to share and know that what one baby gets the other baby has to get to. No indifferences.
My son’s are my treasure. Now my son Damian was about 7 months when he started crawling. By 9 months my son was walking. It was much easier for me. My son’s are what I have asked for so long. Now my son Joaquin is 7 months and he can be on his tummy and is rolling over, and now he’s starting to want to crawl. He is getting both his bottom teeth. Both my children are very healthy children. My son Damian now knows that his brother didn’t come to take over his place, but to love him with all his heart. He loves to have his brother around. And my son Joaquin has improved so much from his arm. Both my son’s are beautiful.
Joaquin looks more like my side of the family and Damian looks more like his dad and his side of the family. Now I’m mother of two gorgeous babies. The loves of my heart. It was a blessing to have gone through all this pain, to bring to life these beautiful children. I love my children, the most wonderful blessing God has given me in my entire life. Without my children I don’t know what I would do. They are the reason why I exist and the reason why I breathe. I love you Damian and Joaquin. I’ so happy to be your Mother, and I feel proud that both of you are my children, and that no matter what we will always be together, no matter what I will never let go of my babies… now I know the power It needs to over come any situation, the love for your children, will make you a better mother and a better women.
When out of no where, one of his brother, Diego, asked me what I was going to name our baby. I started laughing; I was really surprised to hear what he was saying. I right away told him that I wasn’t pregnant, and he told me, that I was, he had a dream about me being pregnant. We finished talking after three hours. Right when we hanged up, my husband hugged me and started rubbing on my belly. He kept telling me that he knew I was pregnant he really wanted a girl, but deep inside I knew it was going to be a boy. Two days after that, he called his friend Jesus to take me to the Pregnancy Resource Center in Rifle, because we lived in Silt, and that was much closer. And he did.
My husband had to work that day, and he couldn’t take it off. It was about 2:00pm when I got their, the lady at the front desk, gave me the cup where I had to pee. I was really nervous and anxious. 5 minutes later, she walked in, looked at me and asked me if I wanted to have a baby or not? Right away I answered and I told her that I wanted to have a baby. She came up to me and handed me the pregnancy test, and congratulated me. I started crying, I was so happy and excited, I wanted my husband to get home and tell him the great news. My husbands friend Jesus and Apolito, were excited for both of us. I got home, got ready and was cooking, when my husband arrived. He right away came up to me and asked me what the result was. I couldn’t stop crying, I hugged him and I gave him pregnancy test. He hugged me. He was so excited. He couldn’t believe it.
After, so much trying. I had found out that I was 9 weeks, based on my last menstrual period. Each day that went by I, was more and more excited. I felt like I was the happiest mother ever. I felt very tired the first 3 months, but after that, I had so much energy. Month by month went by and it was great. Each day was just so beautiful. Going to the library, was my favorite hobby. We would walk for blocks and blocks and I would get so tired. But I loved it for my baby. I would sit there for two straight hours and read to my belly. I would eat a lot and to be honest I didn’t gain a lot, 20 pounds was nothing. I didn’t even show. I had such a tiny belly. I can really say that my son, who we named Damian Jaime, sucked a lot of me.
My face was so thin. It seemed like I would eat at all. We would also walk a lot because then we didn’t have a car, so there was no other option but to walk when we really wanted something. All I would crave was pizza or Chinese buffet in Grand Junction. I remember I would make my husband eat pizza all day (Cesar’s Pizza). I really don’t think I had a lot of moods. I just felt like I wanted to spent more time with my husband, and I wanted him to be with me all day long. I was becoming so attached to him, that when we he would leave to work, I would feel so sad and lonely. When I was 6 months I got my ultrasound done. I had finally been waiting for this day for so long. I was really scare to hear what my baby was going to be.
My husband really wanted a Girl but I wanted a Boy. And right when the nurse said she was ready to tell us the sex of the baby, mu husband got up and got in shocked. He could tell it was a Boy. She said, “Yes it’s a beautiful Boy”!!! I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. I was going to have a Boy; my dream of having my first Baby Boy was becoming true. My husband headed towards me to hug me. He was so happy, and even when it wasn’t a Girl, he was still happy with the blessing God had send for us. He wasn’t really caring about the sex no more; he just wanted our baby to be a very healthy Boy.
I just wanted time to run fast so that this day could get here and have my son in my arms. When we would go baby shopping, me and my husband, we would go so crazy with everything we wanted to buy the baby. Everything at the store was just so beautiful and gorgeous. All my friends and family were happy, they wanted a girl as well but this time it wasn’t what they were asking for, but what I wanted. When I would be home, besides of eating a lot, I would sleep so much. I could sleep for more then 2 hour nap. It was a great experience being pregnant; I guess it was just more because, I was being a Mommy for the first time. And because we had waited for this moment, for so long. I had just started feeling contractions. It was really intense.
I really didn’t know what to accept. I was even more scare because I didn’t have any family around at all. 2 weeks before my due date my pastors decided it was time to plan my baby shower. Oh my God. I will never forget that day. It was such a great night. I had gotten so much stuff, cloth, especially diapers. Thanks to God my sister Elida was there supporting my baby shower. The day had finally gotten here. I ran to the hospital, thinking it was time, but no. I was having the contractions as strong as they needed to be. I was released and sent back home.
The last two days were so horrible. I would even do sit ups and run up and down the stairs. I really wanted my baby to come out already. The night before my due date, I was sitting down in the couch with my husband watching a movie, and I still remember I had a French toast with Lechera and strawberry jelly. My husband had gone to work that day, and when he got home he ate and sat on the couch because he was really tired. So we went to sleep. It was about 4:00am when I woke up because I needed to go to the restroom, and right when I was going to get up to go pee, I noticed that I felt something in my belling and this water couldn’t stop leaking. I started screaming and yelling, hitting the walls, my pain grew stronger and stronger every minute.
My water had just broken. My husband right away called 911 and all I remember was when the ambulance arrived there and when I was getting down the stairs, and I fainted. When I woke up I was in the hospital, in a bed with pokes in my arms. My husband was really worried and scared because all I would do was screamed and yell. Right when the midwife walked in she told me I was going to get the Epidural in my back because it was time. I really didn’t feel the poke. My contractions were stronger then the poke. After 30 minutes I started to feel my pain reduce and the contractions weren’t that strong as they were when I arrived. It was time to start pushing. It was so scary and I was so scared.
Finally my son had arrived to this world. Damian Jaime Banuelos Ramos, who was born on October 17, 2011, at 9:20am, weighted 8 pounds, 2 ounces and measured 20 ½ inches. He was born in Valley View Hospital in Glenwood Springs. At the hospital, we had such a great service, my son Damian was being seen with such a great care. I decide to breast feed my son for the first month. But it was hard. After the first month I noticed he wouldn’t get full. So we made an appointment and they told me that I had to give him bottle as well because he wasn’t getting full with my breast milk. So I just started bottle feeding. We started with the regular Enfamil, but for some reason my son would get so constipated, so we decided to try the soy formula. And he actually loved that milk and he wouldn’t get constipated. So my son was on soy formulas since he was a baby. It was much easier and he was getting fuller.
At night he could sleep without waking up, and when I was breast feeding it was so hard because he would be awake all night attached to my breast. My son couldn’t sleep through the night only during the day. I was really frustrated because I wouldn’t get enough sleep at night. In the finals of November, we decided to move to Kalamazoo, Michigan with my parents. At first it was great. Everyday that went by, I would enjoy my son to the fullest. We would read to him, shower him with daddy; go for long walks, to the park. My son has been my everything since then. My father was really excited with my son. He loved him so much. My brothers always made my son to the side. I don’t know why but they would act so rude with my baby.
I never trusted my mom or my brothers. So that’s why my dad was the only one aloud to grab my son. My son Damian was growing so fast. My son started crawling when he was 7 ½ months and he started walking when he was 9 months. It was so great. Me and my husband were really happy, we knew we were doing everything right for my baby Damian. Looking at life from another aspect, one night, me and my husband, were having a conversation about having another baby. My husband didn’t have a stable job there, so we decided to go back to Colorado.
1 month before we left, I was sent to the hospital because I wasn’t feeling good. I got checked and everything and I was told that I had to wait for my results. To end my night, I was told that I was 6 weeks pregnant. So imagine, I had my son Damian in the middle of October and it was the beginning of December and I was 6 weeks pregnant, I didn’t even wait for the 40 days. I didn’t know what to say. I got really nervous, I was in shocked. We were planning but we wouldn’t think it was going to be that fast. I didn’t know what to say in that moment. We left back home. I didn’t want to tell my parents because I really didn’t know how they were going to take it, especially with all my problems I had over my shoulders. Me and my husband just kept it to ourselves.
I was really happy; I didn’t want my son Damian to be alone. I wanted to have another Baby Boy so they could play with each other. My son Damian was only 1 ½ month pregnant and I was pregnant again. The whole story repeated it’s self. I was craving pizza again. I was very genetic. I wouldn’t stop all day. I would clean and clean and I wouldn’t get tired. I was really excited to know that I was going to be a mother again. I kept praying to God, that I wanted to have another Baby Boy. I really never wanted to have a girl because, they are so dramatic. When we go to Colorado, the first week of March, I was already showing. I was really tiny, just like with my first son Damian. I had gain up only 30 pounds. My son Damian loved to rub on my belly. He knew his little Baby was there. I can’t lie. At first I had a horrible pregnancy, which I don’t want to talk about but I can also say that I had a beautiful pregnancy. I had rest, I had peace, and I just wanted to be healthy for both my babies.
Because Damian was still so little he still required a lot of my attention. At the same time I was worried because I was going to have two babies really close to each other, but I knew both my babies were blessing from the Lord above. Me and my son Damian would go to school. It was really hard, but impossible. My husband was really excited. He wanted a Girl but in reality I wanted another Baby Boy. I wanted my son Damian to have a best friend, a brother he could connect to with. My daily life was the usual, but it was starting to get very tiring. Now, with this pregnancy I had much more support from friends.
The first month was horrible. I had a lot of morning sickness, nausea, vomiting, and dizziness. I couldn’t stand cooking because it would make my stomach sick and really uncomfortable. I couldn’t go too far because I knew that I was going to throw up some where. After that month, I was going back to my regular diet. Oh mu God, I would stuff my mouth to the fullest. During my middle month of my pregnancy, I was told that the results, my midwife, Brenda, had received showed, that I was on risk of getting Diabetes during my pregnancy. I was really scared because, if it was to be a positive test, I was going to have to be on a strict diet. By 7 ½ months, my results had come back with a negative result, I felt this stress just gotten off my back.
My second pregnancy was so special. When I would hug my son Damian, my Baby in my belly would kick, he wouldn’t want me hugging his brother. I would start laughing. My check ups were really good, even though it was really hard with my Baby Damian and being pregnant I tried my very best to be ok and strong. At my church, Door Of Hope, my pastor’s were planning my second Baby Shower. We would also go to the park, do picnics, go swimming, go the library to read. My husband was really excited. I got my ultrasound done at 8 months. I called in to make an appointment for my ultrasound and a week later I was called in to the hospital for the ultrasound.
My husband was really anxious. He had a feeling that it was going to be a Girl. But my instinct as a Mother, was telling me that I was having another Baby Boy. My dream had always been of having two babies and both Boys. My husband couldn’t stop smiling. The nurse was checking to see if his lungs and his heart were ok and suddenly she said “are you ready know what you are having”? My heart was beating really fast. All she said was “Congratulations, it’s a Boy” my tears were unstoppable. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t stop crying I was so excited, I knew that my instinct as a mother wasn’t lying to me.
I got dressed up and we went to eat after that, we wanted to celebrate that great news they had given me. When our friends found out, they were in shock. Everyone was betting it was a Girl. But no, it was a Boy. Days went by and my exciment grew bigger. I was really happy especially for my son Damian because he was going to have a buddy. My baby shower was planned for a Saturday but, by Tuesday my contractions were faster and stronger. I was praying to God, I wanted to make it to my baby shower. The next day, Wednesday morning, my husband had his day off, so we decided to do a deep clean and do laundry. When we were done cleaning, I was really tired. I started having pains, they felt like contractions, but I still needed to do my laundry. I wanted everything clean before my son’s arrival. My contractions got stronger and stronger. My husband noticed that it was time; I couldn’t even walk no more. I was at the laundry, my washers had stopped. Now, I only needed to dry. The pain grew stronger and stronger. I knew it was time but I had to be strong and hold the pain. I got home and I kept sweating.
My husband was really worried by now. He didn’t know what to do with me no more. And you’re not going to believe me, but with all this pain I had, I finally finish folding my cloth. I told my husband I was going to go use the restroom. I had to pee so badly. When I was wiping my self I notice I was bleeding. I got really scared, I kept crying and crying. The good thing was that I had showered my son Damian incase something was to happen. I kept yelling at my husband, telling him he needed to call the ambulance because I couldn’t even move. I cleaned my self and walked to my room and right when I was putting my shoes on. I felt water leaking. My water had broken.
I was standing with my contractions even harder, I just knew it was time. The ambulance arrived there immediately. My major concern was bleeding. I was thinking that wasn’t normal. When I got to the hospital, I was dilating really fast. When the midwife checked I was at a ten. So I was ready. When I arrived at the hospital it was around 10:30pm. The immediately called the doctor that was going to put the Epidural to calm down the pain. I couldn’t believe 3 other girls were in giving labor all at the same time including me. It was time to push; I got tired so quickly, that I couldn’t keep pushing no more. They had to give me oxygen during the whole labor because I was fainting. When I got the Epidural it hurt so badly, I cried even harder. I couldn’t stand the pain.
It was horrible. 35 minutes went by when the pain started calming down. Now it was time to keep pushing. I pushed and pushed, the midwife look really frustrated because my Baby wouldn’t come out. I tried my very best to stay calm, but with so much pain, I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop screaming, kicking, crying, yelling, I felt so weak I couldn’t keep going. The last push I took, I knew something was wrong. Finally, my son was born. Joaquin Nicolas Banuelos Ramos who was born at 1:00am, he was 8 pounds, 8 ounces, and measured 21 ½ inches. He was born in Valley View Hospital in Glenwood Springs.
Before he was born I was told by the doctor that the baby had pooped inside and that he had probably eating some too. When he was born he kept choking on his own poop. On his third day of life, he had puked the entire poop he had swollen. My son was so gorgeous. The three days I was at the hospital, my husband had to work. I don’t know how I did it but I had Damian with me at all times and I was breast feeding as well. I breast feed Joaquin for 1 month. It was really hard to breast feed and attend my other son Damian. Especially because my son wouldn’t get full so he wanted to be latched on to my breast all day long. After a month, I started bottle feeding with the Enfamil Formula, and he took it right away. My son Joaquin couldn’t sleep at night either, but now I knew what I was going to expect.
My son’ first days at home were really hard; he would cry so much, I wouldn’t understand why. One night, he couldn’t go to sleep, he would cry and cry, none stop. He had his entire shirt wet. So just when I was changing his shirt, I noticed he was really swollen from his right side of the arm. The next day, I took him to Mountain Family, where is his primary care for my son Damian to. They took a, X-RAY where they confirmed to me that while I was giving birth, my son Clavicorn born had broken. He had so much pain, and I was really mad because I knew something was wrong during my labor and the midwife didn’t tell me anything at the hospital.
The doctor told me not to worry about it that it was going to heal on its own. I just had to be very careful when I would change him it was really hard for my son Damian to adjust to another baby. He was really aggressive with the baby. It seemed like he hated his brother. But thank God, that was only for the first 3 ½ months. But I had to sit both of them down, and show my son he had a brother to play with, he had to respect him because he was smaller then him, which they both had to take care of each other. They are brothers; they had to love one another. They have to share and know that what one baby gets the other baby has to get to. No indifferences.
My son’s are my treasure. Now my son Damian was about 7 months when he started crawling. By 9 months my son was walking. It was much easier for me. My son’s are what I have asked for so long. Now my son Joaquin is 7 months and he can be on his tummy and is rolling over, and now he’s starting to want to crawl. He is getting both his bottom teeth. Both my children are very healthy children. My son Damian now knows that his brother didn’t come to take over his place, but to love him with all his heart. He loves to have his brother around. And my son Joaquin has improved so much from his arm. Both my son’s are beautiful.
Joaquin looks more like my side of the family and Damian looks more like his dad and his side of the family. Now I’m mother of two gorgeous babies. The loves of my heart. It was a blessing to have gone through all this pain, to bring to life these beautiful children. I love my children, the most wonderful blessing God has given me in my entire life. Without my children I don’t know what I would do. They are the reason why I exist and the reason why I breathe. I love you Damian and Joaquin. I’ so happy to be your Mother, and I feel proud that both of you are my children, and that no matter what we will always be together, no matter what I will never let go of my babies… now I know the power It needs to over come any situation, the love for your children, will make you a better mother and a better women.