My Birth Story.
I’ll try and make this as brief as possible, but sorry for the long post, any the bits that are TMI and the bits I’ve got mixed up, it was all a bit of a blur!
For the past few weeks I’ve been having, what I thought, were ‘intense’ Braxton Hicks. So you can imagine my surprise when the real things started to kick in! On Tuesday evening the pressure I had been feeling at the base of my bump was more than pressure, it was starting to be very very uncomfortable
The contractions were pretty irregular in length and time apart, so I thought it was best not to tell Jamie or phone my mum, mainly because I didn’t want them getting over excited for nothing! I figured it would be best to try and just walk around the house for a bit, and sure thing my waters broke (you’re convinced that you’ve pissed yourself!)
I, once again, got my hopes up and assumed the contractions would come thick and fast after that, but oh how wrong! The midwife so very kindly came to the house and checked me over and said I was around about 3cm dilated, but because my contractions were so sporadic, then just to see how I went.
So from around 10pm until 4am I was able to nap a little but, but I woke up around 4 with almost a stabbing pain right in my stomach and hand on heart I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.
Come Wednesday morning, they were coming more regularly- around every 7-8 minutes apart and it got reaaaally too much, so we decided it was time to head to the hospital.
I was trying to avoid pain relief for as long as possible, but who could refuse the lovely gas and air to take the edge off!? I felt I was dilating so, so slowly but to anyone thinking about a water birth, I can’t recommend them highly enough.
Mid morning my mum and best friend arrived and they took it in turns with Jamie to support me and help me breathe through it, and I’m convinced I wouldn’t have gotten through it without them.
Long story short, I dilated the last two centimetres in just under half an hour then had this ALMIGHTY urge to push, it was almost involuntary that I just had to do it. It might just be me, but when she crowned I genuinely thought my ‘down there’ was on fire, I never have nor never want to experience that burning, stretching sensation again my life, horrible.
17 minutes of pushing later and my beautiful girl made her way into the world, kicking and screaming, and in that moment I felt nothing but complete love.
Jamie cut the cord and instantly burst into tears in what I can only describe as the most complete moment of my life. A safe labour and delivery, a beautiful baby girl and a doting dad who I know will be there to love, support and cherish her every minute of every day.
It’s the most painful, tiring and least dignified thing you’ll ever go through in life, but with the right support, you can get through anything.
I am officially done with having babies though, no more!
Poppy Elizabeth was born at 6:21pm, Wednesday 14th January weighing 8lb 3oz and was 21 inches long.