In my post announcing the birth of my son, I promised the full story – don’t worry it isn’t gory or harrowing, quite the opposite really. Hubby and I have never celebrated Valentine’s as a couple because our anniversary falls within the same week, and we’ve always made an effort with that instead. Now we’ll always have cause for a very different celebration!
It was an odd start to the day. I’d had a really bad nights sleep and woke up feeling that ‘things were happening’. As my girls were 8 and 12 days late however, I didn’t want to get too excited and honestly didn’t think we’d meet our little dude for a few days yet. Erring on the side of caution, hubby worked from home and I spent a very surreal morning doing all the things I usually do. Made 4yo’s lunch and sent her off to school. I cleaned the house. I blogged. 2yo had her nap. I cooked a hearty early lunch (thankfully!). I blogged some more. Read with 2yo while she ate her lunch.
Then at around 1:30pm the contractions picked up pace and by 2pm were 4-5 mins apart. Being a third baby I didn’t think it wise to take chances. Hubby went and collected 4yo from school early, and I called my wonderful friend who was having the girls for a sleepover. She was with us within half an hour, brought us to the hospital and took the girls off our hands. I will be eternally grateful to her for taking such good care of them.
By 3:45pm hubby and I were at the birthing centre, in the same room I had given birth to our 2yo. I didn’t manage the water birth I’d hoped for, as just couldn’t get comfy and the water did little for me this time in terms of pain relief. When I got out of the pool I asked for some pethadine, hoping it would calm me down and take the pain away even for half an hour. It wasn’t meant to be though, I was already fully dilated and would need to start pushing very soon.
I couldn’t believe it, as was convinced I was only 7/8cm! I dilated so much quicker this time round and went from 5cm to 10cm in an hour and half, explaining why the pain was so much more intense. The midwife asked if I wanted her to pop my waters, but a big push on the next contraction saw that happen by itself. Then it was go time! I pushed for about 20 minutes – or so I’m told – it’s all a complete blur. I went into primal animal mode, let my body do what it was built for and by 6:30pm our new addition was here.
I’m not going to lie and say that I enjoyed the experience, or want to go through it again any time soon, but I am incredibly proud of myself. A friend who’d recently had a third baby herself advised me to not be scared of the pain, and I wasn’t this time. It made all the difference.
Once again the birth centre did a wonderful job and I felt completely confident in their capabilities. We’re very lucky to have it, as our hospital was almost stripped of its maternity and A&E services and turned into a planned ops only hospital as part of the government’s ‘better services, better value’ policy. The midwives were utterly fab, and we even got to see the lady who delivered 2yo when they changed shifts at 7pm.