15 February 2015

Meeting Our Baby - A Birth Story

So, since it's been a week since the big event, I thought I'd better had write my birth story, to get it all down and give my experience of my third labour. 

To be honest, it wasn't anything like I'd expected. Both my other labours were near enough exactly the same. I'd had high blood pressure throughout the labours, I mean, off the chart blood pressure and had the choice between having the epidural which would bring my blood pressure right down, or a caesarean. Well I didn't want a caesarean so had the epidural both times which slowed down my labours but did help my blood pressure. 

So, when I'm writing about this labour, it feels weird that it's the total opposite of how I thought it would go. 

Here goes then...

It all started at 3.30am on the 8th February. I woke up, for what felt like the one hundredth time to go to the toilet. But this time I felt weird. I wasn't in pain, well not any more pain than usual, but I just had this feeling that something would happen soon. 

You know when someone tries to explain labour and says 'you'll know when you're in labour, you just know' yeah that, well it annoys me too. How can you 'just know'. Well I'm sorry to tell you all, but you just do. I think as your body starts to prepare, your brain works in overdrive to get ready for the event that is about to take place and these are the signals that cause you to 'just know'. 

Anyway, let's get back on track shall we. 

As I said, I just knew that something was going to happen and so between then and around 6.30am I spent trying to sleep which didn't really happen. It was more of a skipping between being awake and a slight, very light sleep. Then I woke up feeling like a needed the toilet, and to my embarrassment, a little wet too. I went to the toilet and felt a trickle. No, I hadn't wee'd myself. I tiny little trickle of my waters. So that was the sign and I knew that we'd shortly be meeting our little boy. 

I got a towel and laid it on the bed before trying to get some more sleep. In all this time, I'd still had no pains at all. 7.30am arrived and I woke with a totally weird feeling. It's so hard to explain. Like someone had flicked the bottom of my bump, near to my cervix. But kind of a twisting flick. And that was it, water went leaking everywhere. 

At that moment in time I panicked. Not about labour, but my memory foam mattress that had cost us hundreds. I didn't want it ruining. (isn't it weird what you think about when stressed haha) So like some stealthy ninja, I grabbed the towel and jumped out of bed, screaming at my husband to go get towels, quick. 

And it kept coming, and coming, and coming. Seriously, how much water was in there? I was starting to doubt being pregnant and maybe I just had a bump full of water!

But no pains, nothing at all. 

I rang the hospital to let them know and, as it's my third baby, they told me to come in when I felt ready, when the pains start and just really, when I can't bear it any more. What's the point in going in now I thought, I didn't even feel like I was in labour. 

So we got the kids dressed and warned my mum that we'd be dropping them off at some point. 

Then the pains. 

not even starting off small. Just a smack in the face with horrendous, agonising pain. Just after 8am, and they were coming every 3 minutes. Better get ready I thought, still no rush though, labour takes hours. 

I walked, with the kids and my hubby, to my parents house, only 3 doors away like and then we rang a taxi. By this time it was about quarter to 9. 

Getting out of the taxi at hospital, I felt like I couldn't walk. The immense pain was debilitating and I was gripping my husband as we walked to MAC (maternity assessment centre). 

After checking me, I was already 5cm dilated and they said I needed to go straight to delivery and they brought me a wheelchair. Now all I remember was feeling really angry. How did they expect me to get up and sit in a wheelchair when I was in so much pain. I just remember screaming at them (oh the shame) but I managed it, and we went the short distance to the delivery suite. 

After getting on the bed and my delivery midwife arriving, she went to check how far I was. I started screaming that I just couldn't do it, get me something. Something to take the pain off, I needed the epidural. 

Then she said it, 'it's too late'. In the 5 minutes in coming from MAC, I was 10cm dilated and he was ready to come. My husband asked if it was okay to pop to the vending machine to get a coffee just as I screamed, no, more like sounded like a possessed donkey, that I needed to push and the midwife pointed out that there was no time, he was coming now. 

3 pushes, THREE! And he was out. 


I remember sucking the gas and air like it was going out of fashion and the midwife then put this baby on my chest. What, already I thought. My brain just couldn't get around the fact that he was here. 

And then I cried!

I'm not really an emotional person, but giving birth does this. This overwhelming feeling of relief, pride, everything all rolled in one, and I just laid there stunned, cuddling this little boy that I had just given birth to. 

Joseph looked so snuggly in his Cosatto Hold 
car seat which we used to take him home in. 
The placenta was delivered shortly afterwards and the cord was left attached to the baby until it had stopped pumping as this is supposed to be good for baby. The cord was then cut and, after the midwife getting both me and the hubby a cuppa and some toast (nice that they think of the partner too) we were left to have some bonding time with our baby. 

So, now I can finally let you all know, Joseph was born on the 8th February, 9 days overdue, at 9.28am weighing 8lb 3oz and is just adorable.

As I had previously had 2 normal births and this was went so well too, they said that I could have a quick discharge, I didn't even need to go onto the ward. We spent a few hours in the birthing room, admiring our little boy, then they discharged us.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just fawning over our new arrival, the boys just adored meeting him, and we are so happy to now be a family of five!

9 comments:

  1. Aww what a great story! Congratulations again! X

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  2. Oh my goodness, I thought my labour was quick!

    Congratulations xx

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  3. Belated welcome little Joseph!

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  4. What a lovely post.I am so pleased it all went well. Joseph is gorgeous!

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  5. Congratulations - well done you x

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  6. Wow! I remember being amazed to read on Facebook how quick it had been and how soon you were home but I had no idea!! Well done, he really is beautiful x

    Thank you for linking to #MaternityMatters x x

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  7. Oh how lovely! Feels like forever ago that moment of meeting your new baby and the first carseat photo! He is so lush. Congratulations on a quick and safe birth. #bestandworst

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  8. Flipping heck hun that was so quick! I was all excited reading it.Congratulations! So glad you were in and out so quick and 3 pushes?? Wow. He is gorgeous and I hope you had a great time getting to know him. Thanks for sharing with #bestandworst and see you again x

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  9. Lovely pics, we called ours 'marshmallows' when they were in their snowsuits !

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