Home Actress Carson Meyer HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers March 2023 Carson Meyer Instagram - Part 2 of 4: Our Birth Story My waters released at 8pm on the dot. I jumped up in shock and excitement, my heart pounding. We were now on our way to greeting our baby - although we could still be days away! For some, labor begins right after water breaks, for others it doesn’t start for hours or days. In some rare cases it never breaks at all! Ruptured membranes before labor starts is often a path to induction when birthing in the hospital but being induced immediately is not necessary in most cases - and can lead to cascading interventions and risks. I asked Johnathan to make lentil soup so we would have something nourishing and warm prepared for labor and after birth. I told him to try to get some sleep while he could. We got into bed early (keeping my hips open with the peanut ball) knowing it could be our last chance to sleep (for years 🙃). Around midnight I started to feel those first rhythmic waves. They weren’t painful but they were consistent and required movement. I rested on my side and swayed against the edge of the bed. By sunrise things were picking up and although I felt it was too early for my midwife to come, I was craving the female energy. We called her around 6:30am and she arrived an hour later. As the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains, I remember taking this photo in between waves because I wanted to remember the sunrise on the day our baby would be born. We listened to music, had some soup and swayed around. In the space between contractions, we chatted, and when a wave took over my midwife or Johnathan would apply pressure to my hips. Paulie stayed glued to my side looking helpless and concerned. I wore the strand of beads around my neck from my birth blessing ceremony infused with the blessings and love from my friends and family. I felt them with me every step of the way.

Carson Meyer Instagram – Part 2 of 4: Our Birth Story My waters released at 8pm on the dot. I jumped up in shock and excitement, my heart pounding. We were now on our way to greeting our baby – although we could still be days away! For some, labor begins right after water breaks, for others it doesn’t start for hours or days. In some rare cases it never breaks at all! Ruptured membranes before labor starts is often a path to induction when birthing in the hospital but being induced immediately is not necessary in most cases – and can lead to cascading interventions and risks. I asked Johnathan to make lentil soup so we would have something nourishing and warm prepared for labor and after birth. I told him to try to get some sleep while he could. We got into bed early (keeping my hips open with the peanut ball) knowing it could be our last chance to sleep (for years 🙃). Around midnight I started to feel those first rhythmic waves. They weren’t painful but they were consistent and required movement. I rested on my side and swayed against the edge of the bed. By sunrise things were picking up and although I felt it was too early for my midwife to come, I was craving the female energy. We called her around 6:30am and she arrived an hour later. As the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains, I remember taking this photo in between waves because I wanted to remember the sunrise on the day our baby would be born. We listened to music, had some soup and swayed around. In the space between contractions, we chatted, and when a wave took over my midwife or Johnathan would apply pressure to my hips. Paulie stayed glued to my side looking helpless and concerned. I wore the strand of beads around my neck from my birth blessing ceremony infused with the blessings and love from my friends and family. I felt them with me every step of the way.

Carson Meyer Instagram - Part 2 of 4: Our Birth Story My waters released at 8pm on the dot. I jumped up in shock and excitement, my heart pounding. We were now on our way to greeting our baby - although we could still be days away! For some, labor begins right after water breaks, for others it doesn’t start for hours or days. In some rare cases it never breaks at all! Ruptured membranes before labor starts is often a path to induction when birthing in the hospital but being induced immediately is not necessary in most cases - and can lead to cascading interventions and risks. I asked Johnathan to make lentil soup so we would have something nourishing and warm prepared for labor and after birth. I told him to try to get some sleep while he could. We got into bed early (keeping my hips open with the peanut ball) knowing it could be our last chance to sleep (for years 🙃). Around midnight I started to feel those first rhythmic waves. They weren’t painful but they were consistent and required movement. I rested on my side and swayed against the edge of the bed. By sunrise things were picking up and although I felt it was too early for my midwife to come, I was craving the female energy. We called her around 6:30am and she arrived an hour later. As the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains, I remember taking this photo in between waves because I wanted to remember the sunrise on the day our baby would be born. We listened to music, had some soup and swayed around. In the space between contractions, we chatted, and when a wave took over my midwife or Johnathan would apply pressure to my hips. Paulie stayed glued to my side looking helpless and concerned. I wore the strand of beads around my neck from my birth blessing ceremony infused with the blessings and love from my friends and family. I felt them with me every step of the way.

Carson Meyer Instagram – Part 2 of 4: Our Birth Story

My waters released at 8pm on the dot. I jumped up in shock and excitement, my heart pounding. We were now on our way to greeting our baby – although we could still be days away! For some, labor begins right after water breaks, for others it doesn’t start for hours or days. In some rare cases it never breaks at all! Ruptured membranes before labor starts is often a path to induction when birthing in the hospital but being induced immediately is not necessary in most cases – and can lead to cascading interventions and risks.

I asked Johnathan to make lentil soup so we would have something nourishing and warm prepared for labor and after birth. I told him to try to get some sleep while he could. We got into bed early (keeping my hips open with the peanut ball) knowing it could be our last chance to sleep (for years 🙃).

Around midnight I started to feel those first rhythmic waves. They weren’t painful but they were consistent and required movement. I rested on my side and swayed against the edge of the bed.

By sunrise things were picking up and although I felt it was too early for my midwife to come, I was craving the female energy. We called her around 6:30am and she arrived an hour later. As the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains, I remember taking this photo in between waves because I wanted to remember the sunrise on the day our baby would be born.

We listened to music, had some soup and swayed around. In the space between contractions, we chatted, and when a wave took over my midwife or Johnathan would apply pressure to my hips. Paulie stayed glued to my side looking helpless and concerned.

I wore the strand of beads around my neck from my birth blessing ceremony infused with the blessings and love from my friends and family. I felt them with me every step of the way. | Posted on 11/Jan/2023 22:49:43

Carson Meyer Instagram – Part 3 of 4: Our Birth Story

A couple hours later I got into the shower. Intensity was building but I was still coping ok. I have very little recollection of what happened in this phase. Much like a fever dream, I would flow in and out consciousness or as @lbreggy says, “I left my body to get my baby”.

There was no talk of time, no timing of contractions, NO cervical exam. Just patience. Just trust. Our midwife and Johnathan steadily and quietly witnessing my process unfolding just as it needed to. Around noon, I insisted on getting into the tub, and from there things really shifted. I no longer felt contractions, instead I felt the expanding of my hips and tension shooting through the front of my legs. I could feel Lou’s head pushing against my tailbone. I wanted someone to just break my tailbone off to put a stop to it. I howled with each contraction. There was no hypnobirth, no orgasmic birth – just roaring and profanities  contrasted against the Vedic chants playing in the background. The perfect encapsulation of birth if you ask me: a beautiful spiritual journey and a real bitch.

Johnathan stayed at my side,steady as a rock. (Even when I bit through his skin 😳). What grounded me the most and got me through was my connection with Lou. After screaming in agony I would talk to her and tell her that it was all ok and how proud I was of her. I knew she was going through it and working hard with me and for that, I was grateful. We were all alone and in it together at the same time.

So much doubt came up in me. I forgot everything I knew and believed about birth. Although I could feel with my fingers that Lou was close, I was convinced it just wouldn’t work. I was at my edge. In retrospect I was 
pushing but I had no idea. My body had taken over.
Carson Meyer Instagram – Part 2 of 4: Our Birth Story

My waters released at 8pm on the dot. I jumped up in shock and excitement, my heart pounding. We were now on our way to greeting our baby – although we could still be days away! For some, labor begins right after water breaks, for others it doesn’t start for hours or days. In some rare cases it never breaks at all! Ruptured membranes before labor starts is often a path to induction when birthing in the hospital but being induced immediately is not necessary in most cases – and can lead to cascading interventions and risks. 

I asked Johnathan to make lentil soup so we would have something nourishing and warm prepared for labor and after birth. I told him to try to get some sleep while he could. We got into bed early (keeping my hips open with the peanut ball) knowing it could be our last chance to sleep (for years 🙃). 

Around midnight I started to feel those first rhythmic waves. They weren’t painful but they were consistent and required movement. I rested on my side and swayed against the edge of the bed.

By sunrise things were picking up and although I felt it was too early for  my midwife to come, I was craving the female energy. We called her around 6:30am and she arrived an hour later. As the sun rose over the Blue Ridge Mountains, I remember taking this photo in between waves because I wanted to remember the sunrise on the day our baby would be born. 

We listened to music, had some soup and swayed around. In the space between contractions, we chatted, and when a wave took over my midwife or Johnathan would apply pressure to my hips. Paulie stayed glued to my side looking helpless and concerned. 

I wore the strand of beads around my neck from my birth blessing ceremony infused with the blessings and love from my friends and family. I felt them with me every step of the way.

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