I haven’t been posting for a long while and don’t have a good excuse for it but I didn’t feel like writing.
A lot has happened in my life during the last two years..a baby was born. I gave birth to a beautiful boy. My birth story is a happy story; textbook as the midwife said. She also saw the birth of a new me during transition. [Transition is the part where labour contractions change into pushing contractions.] A mother was born as much as a child.
We had a planned home birth with the amazing homebirth team from Birmingham Women’s Hospital. I went into labour on the walk home from meeting a friend for coffee one evening at almost 41 weeks pregnant. Contractions were regular but not very painful. I baked some brownies when I got home and waited for my husband to return home from work. We were watching all series of Hero’s at the time and settled to a cinema night eating brownies. The contractions became stronger and closer together until we felt like we wanted to talk to someone what we are supposed to do [we’ve never done this before]. My husband rang the homebirth team’s midwife on duty at about midnight and she decided to pay us a visit to have a look at me. She came to sit with my husband watching your tube videos and eating brownies while I was moving around breathing through my contractions. After a while I asked to go into the pool and she examined me to find I was 3cm dilated [the golden number you are looking for is 10cm]. Off my husband went to fill the pool with his own water supply system that made sure for the next 10 hours that the water temperature of the pool stayed at 37 degrees Celsius. At 7am the midwives had a shift change and the midwife who cared for me throughout the last weeks of my pregnancy was on duty which was great. It was lovely to have a familiar person there to encourage me. At some point I got a bit impatient and wanted things to get a move on. Apparently that is a great sign that everything is happening and going really well. I got gas and air which dried out my mouth but helped me breath deeply and regularly. Forget everything about breathing calmly and imagining you are on an island. It hurts! I was on my knees the whole time and could not get comfortable in any other position. How some women give birth on their backs I can’t understand at all. I had to lie on my back for a minute to be examined again (8cm yay..) and could barely cope with the pain. Knees it was for me. Thank god, the pool was cushioned and the water took some of the weight off. Eventually we came to transition where I got annoyed and angry and just wanted the baby to come out NOW. I felt the urge to vomit with every contraction but had no food left inside me anyway but that point. It was so confusing and I didn’t know what to do. The midwife said to push but I had read somewhere that the body would do this alone and I just need to breath. We got stuck like this for a while and had I been in hospital intervention would have been imminent but baby was doing fine and I just needed some time to figure out what I had to do to become a mother. My midwife saw the situation as me not being sure if I’m able to do this by myself. She felt that I needed the confidence to trust myself and my body to actually deliver this baby. She encouraged me and gave me a good talking to at some point. We had a break from the pool and went to the loo for a change of scenery. It worked somehow. Back in the pool I started to push with the contractions and not much longer my beautiful baby boy was born. He was screaming when I lifted him from the water.