1:30am Saturday 22/04 (I was 39+6) I woke up really restless and going to the bathroom. Had my first contraction at around 1:45am, and then was consistently getting the pains every 20 minutes on the dot.
At around 6am I started feeling really sick and vomited & got quite weak and faint. Contractions completely stopped and I started thinking maybe I had food poisoning instead of being in labour. I slept for a little while and then they started back up again around 8am.
Just after lunch time (2:47pm to be exact) I called my mum to come around to watch my son, Thomas, as the contractions were getting so intense I needed Jason’s, my husband, support through them. I’d been in the shower for over an hour, but needed to get out so I could sit down between contractions, as I was getting tired.
My Mum and Dad arrived about 3:30pm, and from there they just kept getting more intense. Jason decided at around 4:45pm that we needed to get to the hospital, but I wasn’t convinced that I was having enough contractions close together enough to warrant going just yet (and I really didn’t want to labour for hours at the hospital again), so I got him to call the midwife and she said come in and we can see where you’re at at least.
I’d been on all fours on the couch till this point, I stood up and the contractions started coming with less than a minute in between! Getting to the car took ages, so my Dad walked me out, stopping with each contraction and swaying with me. This was such a special moment for us both, my Dad still gets emotional when he talks about how he helped me labour with his grandson. Meanwhile hubby raced around getting the last minute things. I said a tearful (on my end) goodbye to my son, and we arrived at the hospital at 5:30pm.
Hubby straight away laid out my birth plan, as my midwife wouldn’t get to the hospital for a while yet. The midwife on call read it, and went about setting up the room for me. I had a mat, birthing ball, my LED candles, and my birthing prompts/affirmations and music playing. She asked if I would like to leave an internal exam until my midwife got there, which I did – but I so wanted to get into the bath, so I asked her to please run the bath.
She was a little reluctant, as she didn’t know exactly how far along I was, but she agreed, telling me to hop out if the contractions started fizzing out.
I got in and the relief wasn’t as instant as I expected, but it was still soooo nice and soothing. It wasn’t long after I got in I felt pressure and like I needed to push. Hubby freaked out and rang for the midwife, who just said to go with it. I only gave little pushes as I was so scared of this stage. Then like an angel, my midwife appeared at my ear and was so reassuring and supportive. She said to me if my body is telling me to push, to relax and let it. She asked me why I was scared and helped me realise my fear wasn’t needed, and wasn’t helping. So I let go, and my body just pushed by itself! I roared with each massive push, feeling my body pushing my son down. In 3 pushes my beautiful TINY boy was born 😍
He took a while to start breathing and his heart rate dropped a bit because he was born with the cord around his neck 3 times! But he picked up really quickly.
I had a slight gush of blood in the bath after he was born, and the midwives were a bit concerned, so asked me to hop out, which I was happy to do. I went and laid on the bed, we were still in dim lighting, cord not cut, and total skin to skin. We stayed that way for nearly 2 hours, he latched on after an hour, hubby cut the cord, and I birth the placenta completely psychologically ❤️
It was the best birth I could have ever wanted. It healed my heart after my first sons hard birth, and reaffirmed my belief in myself and body. But more importantly in my ability as a mother.
He’s fitting in well to our family, and is loved by all!! Such a sweetheart ❤️my heart is full and our family is complete.
Birth photos by Four Monkeys Photography