Ok so here goes: Birth Story #1
So do I start at the start or before that? Hmm, I don't know how much you already know, or want to know, but I guess bit of background won't hurt. The aforementioned wonderful and gorgeous Husband and I met in September 2006. I will keep this part short because how we met is a whole other post! So, we met in Sept '06, he asked me to move in with him about 2 weeks later. He proposed on a trip to Melbourne on NYE of that year (06-07). Our first baby was concieved by July the next year and we were married in October (2007). She was very much planned despite her showing at our wedding as a cute little 3 month bump.
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| October 27 2007 |
That Tuesday night was our first antenatal class where we met many other new parents to be, and I made some lovely friends. The usual questions were asked and we all walked away knowing a little more than we wanted to know about our babies impending arrivals, all of us due more than a month away from that first class.
The second class was the following Tuesday, I rocked up in my PJ's and ugg boots, with a hospital band around my wrist! Earlier that day I was sure my waters had broken! Thinking back now it was about 2am when I got up to go to the loo and felt it. I called for Adrian and he kinda just grunted and rolled over! So then it was a rude awakening, get dressed, chuck some stuff in a bag (I hadn't packed yet!) and head to the hospital, all the while me yelling "It's too early, I'm not ready yet!" I was 36 weeks pregnant.
As it turns out my waters had in fact not broken but I was kept in overnight (Tuesday's antenatal class night!). Baby and I were monitored and sent home the next day. My doctor told us that we should expect to have our baby by the weekend. But also to not have it on Saturday as he had plans. PFFT!
Friday the 21st of March around 5 am my waters really did break and I knew it! I called for Adrian from the ensuite and he was there with some towels quicker than a lightning! I guess Tuesday's 'trial' helped! And how is our little girl's timing? It was the Easter weekend and my sisters and parents had planned to visit (we were living about 5 hours away from them). She was born on Good Friday with my family around to meet her, their first grandchild and niece.
Enter a lovely midwife (they were all great there) at around 6pm, she comes in to check on me, she reads the chart that is printing out my contractions and says "Are you ok? These contractions are through the roof and most people are screaming for drugs by now." I was chatting to Adrian as if i was having a pedicure or something, couldn't feel much at all. She was amazed by my high pain threshold!
Things started to amp up around then and I was moved into the delivery room. Adrian followed and set the scene. Low lights and our ipod on shuffle! As I lay on the bed I felt a kind of a 'click' and then a gush of fluid flooded the bed! Now I have been told I called for every drug available then and there. However I highly doubt that, but since no one other than Adrian was in the room at the time I have to take his word for it!
I tried the gas but just couldn't get it to work for me and remember shoving it back in Adrian's hands. I'm thinking now he should have had some! All I wanted to do was get in the shower, the gas couldn't come with me so I opted for a jab of pethadine. Once in the shower I was certainly feeling the contractions and a second midwife was with us now (the first had finished her shift). She was great at keeping me focused and breathing through them. In between them, I declared I was only going to do this for an hour. After that I had no plans, maybe just get dressed, go home and baby could just live there?
Coming pretty much up to one hour under the steady stream of hot water, I felt that primal urge to push and I wanted out of the shower! I was told by the midwife that surely I couldn't want that (or need to) just yet and to let 2 more contractions pass. No way lady, I'm out of here! She complied with my requests (and being pushed out of the way) and I was helped back on the bed. She went to check and tells me that the baby is crowning! Told ya so!!
Now times are all a blur when you're pushing a baby out of your body, so I have no recollection of how long this took! But after some pushing, some groaning and grunting we met our little baby! I did it and I have never been more proud of myself! We took about 5 minutes to even check if we were blessed with a girl or boy!
Coby Claire Black arrived at 10.41pm, weighing 7lb 7 oz, on the 21st of March 2008.
And who would have thought that 1 year, 7 months and 21 days later I would do it all again!
Here she is at one year:
Here she is at one year:
At two years:
and today at 3 years, 9 months and 23 days old:
Every day she makes me laugh! I'm so proud of the caring, inquisitive, comedic, thoughtful little girl she has become and I love her so very much.
