Firstly I want to say a huge thank you to all of you who have either left a comment welcoming our little Mia, and to those of you who have welcomed her in person. I am so grateful to have found so many wonderful, and generous, friends through my little blog. So without further ado, the birth story...
As you well know, I was expecting to go late with Mia. Daisy was induced at 41 weeks, and we have no idea what gestation Angus would have been if I had gone to term, so based on our previous experience, I was convinced that I would be sitting down with some Doctor when I was 42 weeks pregnant “talking about options”.
So on the Monday night (at 39w+6d) I met up with the girls in my knitting group and enjoyed a fruitful evening of knitting, sharing, laughing, and ... cramps (which for the cynical girls in my group, yes! it was just a cramp!!). After knitting, my friend and sister dropped me off at home, and I went inside had a quick check of my emails before trundling off to bed. I had been up with Angus and Daisy for half of the previous night, so I was looking forward to a good night sleep.
I had been laying in bed for about 5 minutes when I felt a sensation in my lower tummy that could only be described as a ‘pop’. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t really right either, at the time I remember thinking that maybe Rainbow had got her hand stuck and had forcibly moved it? a couple of minutes later I felt that much talked about sensation, and although I am not naive enough to think that I had just wet myself, it definitely felt a lot like I had. My waters had broken ~ it was 10:20pm.
As is quite usual for me in a time of crisis, I panicked! and as usual Cam was my calm, rational thinking ‘rock’ who rang Mum, made suggestions to me (like get some warmer clothes on, you’re freezing, and you’d better ring the hospital, I can’t answer their questions...) and rounded up the outstanding items for my hospital bag.
It wasn’t long before my contractions started, and it was even faster that I realised that they were consistently close together. Cam started timing them, and to our shock they were already 2 minutes 20 seconds apart. Whatever happened to “call us when your contractions get to 10 minutes apart! I can now see how fourth children are born in places like the Bunnings car park.
As soon as Mum arrived we were in the car and heading towards the hospital, a trip that took all of 13 minutes, but one that I am eternally grateful that I didn’t have to drive myself; especially when I found myself peering at the speedometer, while doing 100 down the freeway, and thinking “why isn’t he going faster?” 160 km/h seemed much more reasonable to me at the time, I just wanted to be there. Now!
Once we did arrive at the hospital, our lovely midwife, Robyn, took us immediately to a delivery suite (bless her) and commented that things were moving a little faster than she expected. So while Robyn was rushing around trying to restock the room, I was in an almost constant state of pacing, walking through my very regular contractions.
Meanwhile Cam was calmly sitting on a lounge-chair, possibly thinking how easy this all seemed after our last two labour experiences... he asked me if the contractions were hurting yet?... to which I replied, well how about you ask me that when we are all done here, because retrospectively I may tell you that these initial contractions were ‘a walk in the park’.
Soon after a doctor arrived to check how far along I was, and upon inspection she estimated that I was 5 centimeters dilated, and that our baby’s head was very low... they didn’t think that it would take too much longer.
From that point things kept moving really fast, and it wasn’t long before my body ejected my dinner, and the contractions upped in intensity. Ah, now these ones were painful...
We soon moved into, what I think was transition, because I found myself in that common situation where I felt that I needed to go to the toilet, but once I was there it felt impossible to get off again... eventually my midwife asked if i would like to try some gas, and Cam helped me to the bed.
This part gets a little hazy, obviously due to said gas, but it wasn’t long before i was having the urge to push, and after a couple the midwife told me that it wasn’t quite time to be pushing yet, so I had the experience of breathing those tiny little breathes, while desperately trying not to push...
It wasn’t long though and our baby entered the world, one push (nearly there), two (she’s here! ... oops, no she’s not) push number three (ouch, now she’s here!)
... and thank-you to the gas, as soon as I stopped using it, I was totally alert and able to greet our beautiful new daughter Mia into our lives.