I was a day overdue and as we were due to move out of the house in 8 weeks. I wanted the baby sooner rather than later. So, I used the theory that if something irritates your bowel, it also irritates your uterus. Cue a trip to the shop and the excessive purchase of pineapple and liquorice and a bottle of chocolate milk…
I sat down at about 1pm to munch my way through whilst reading a magazine…
Two hours later and things started moving. I had a contraction at 2.50, then 3.20. My waters broke 10 minutes later. I called the birth centre and she said I could go in to be checked, but I decided it would be hours yet, so would stay at home. She said she would call the JR (hospital) to let them know and would get back to me. She called back 10 minutes later and must have heard me contracting and said ‘I think you’re a little further along than you think you are, dear’ (I loved that she called me dear, it felt like my mum was going to be looking after me!). She suggested I go in to be checked.
Fortunately Scott was working from home. He was on a call with a client, but I could feel the contractions getting more regular, so I was trying to hurry him along – I don’t think he could believe it was happening… Every little twinge for weeks and he’d ask ‘Is this it???!’
We jumped in the car and made the 7-minute journey to the birth centre. It had been raining that week, but on that day, I just remember the sun was shining gloriously over the English countryside and I felt calm and excited!
We arrived at the unit at about 5pm and upon examination I was 6cm. I really hadn’t felt much, so was really pleased! There was no going back home! The midwife read our birth plan and got the room ready, helping Scott set up the music and dimming the lights. She ran the water for the pool and I virtually dived in! I couldn’t get in there quickly enough! I felt really relaxed. Scott was using soothing strokes on my back and helping with my breathing from the hypnobirthing. Everything was progressing well until… the boiler broke. There was no more hot water for the pool and I was told I needed to get out. I started freaking out a bit then, as it meant I got ‘out of the zone’, but Scott managed to keep me calm, reminding me of my affirmations.
Once I was out of the pool, I tried lots of different positions, but couldn’t get comfortable. I had the urge to push at 9pm and was still going at 10.30pm, at which point they said I needed to be transferred to hospital for an assisted birth. You know I hate hospitals! I think had I not done the Wise Hippo hypnobirthing classes, which teach about ‘the right birth for the day’, I might have worried. But I was calm and trusted that the midwives (and Scott!) knew what to do.
The ambulance arrived and I was quite happy to run (waddle) naked toward the trolley, but fortunately Scott covered my modesty – I really didn’t care at that point! The journey in the ambulance was about 40 minutes. It was like a little musical interlude to the main event! People have since commented that I must have been anxious or scared, but I really wasn’t. I had belief that everything was fine – the baby had just got a bit stuck!
At the hospital, the consultant came in and gave me a couple more chances to get the baby out on my own. It wasn’t happening because his head was at a slight angle, so she performed an episiotomy and used the forceps. Two pushes with the forceps and he was out. 8lb 1oz of baby, born at 13 minutes past midnight. They put him on my chest and I just said to Scott ‘It’s a baby!’.
So thank you Saveria, for everything. Especially for helping Scott to feel like he knew what he was doing. This helped to keep me calm as I felt he was in control. We are both adoring parenthood. Max is a wonderful baby, so calm, and everyone comments on how happy he is. I’m sure the relaxation, calming music and yoga helped.