So 4:00 Sunday morning and I’d officially been having contractions for 24 hours, I couldn’t take anymore. We only live about 15 minutes away from the hospital so we got there for about quarter past 4. I was told to wait in the waiting area, little did I know they would keep me there for 45 minutes, huffing and puffing like a mad woman. At 5:00 they finally took me in to an assessment room where I saw the same midwife I’d seen last time I went, except this time when she examined me I was at 6cm! I’d planned on having a water birth so she kept me in the assessment room while she filled a pool. Before she left she bought in the gas and air, holy s**t I love that stuff! I took a few deep puffs and I could finally relax, well as much as you can when your in labour. Before I move on I just need to ask something, are midwives telepathic or what? How do they know when your about to have a contraction before you do?
I think I stayed in that room until about 5:45, when they took me into the birthing suite. It was a really nice room, there wasn’t anything clinical about it, just the pool, a bathroom and some beanbags. While we were waiting for the pool to be finished filling up I put some music on, this really helped me to get in control and stop freaking out, at one point I was actually singing and dancing in the middle of the room. Finally the pool was ready and I got straight in, it was lovely and relaxing, for all of 10 minutes! Almost as soon as I got in the pool I dilated all the way to 10 and my waters went. I’m not gonna lie, I freak out big time! Suddenly I wasn’t relaxed anymore and the pain took over. I clung on to my midwife and begged her to help me. I don’t know what I was expecting her to do but my brain wasn’t thinking very logically at that point!
I didn’t want to be in the water anymore! It just wasn’t helping me, I couldn’t relax and I couldn’t get in to a comfortable position to even think about pushing. I got out of the pool after maybe 20 minutes, half hour. I waddled my way over to the beanbags and knelt down kind of hugging the beanbags and I remember my midwife saying, “this is the hard part, this is why they call it labour!” That was exactly the pep talk that I needed, as soon as she said that I calmed myself down and focused on pushing. 2 or 3 pushes later my daughter was in my arms! I can’t believe I managed to get her out that fast! It still makes me super emotional now just thinking about it. As soon as I set eyes on her I fell in love, she was perfect.
Nothing on this planet will ever come close to the day I got to meet my beautiful perfect baby girl.
My gorgeous little girl, you were born on Sunday 18th September 2016 at 6:49 and you weighed 6 pound 12 and a half ounces. You are the best thing to ever happen to me! If I could of made time pause in this moment it would still be paused now! I love you so much! Mummy and daddy will always be by your side!!! This all sounds very soppy right now but hopefully one day you will get to experience this for yourself!