The end of my
pregnancy was approaching – after so many months of sickness, it seemed surreal
that the birth was actually going to happen! At 39 weeks, I began to feel mild
and irregular cramping/contractions. I hoped for the birth to be soon but given
my previous history with many days of pre-labour, it was hard to tell when baby
would really come! I was hoping to
make it to a ‘last hurrah’ girl’s dinner on the Saturday night (at 39+1) then I
was set to go anytime! I did make the dinner (oh, it was lovely) but felt like
it might not be much longer.
On Sunday 20th,
I spent the day at home while Mark took the kids to church. It was good to
sleep and rest and quietly potter… ‘nesting’ I guess, as I finished packing
baby/labour/birth centre bags and taking care of other odds and ends –
including giving the kids haircuts in the carport outside and having a family
treat of ice-cream cones which was enjoyed by all! It was a quiet, sweet,
relaxing day with my little family. Not many contractions all day Sunday, just
every now and then, so that night Mark went to his own ‘last hurrah’ burgers
and a movie with the guys. He kept saying he should stay home, giving me funny
looks all day and asking me out of 10 how things were progressing. Just two or
three, I would reply. ‘Nothing major, so
just keep your phone on and go!’ I insisted. So he did. As the evening
progressed the contractions did heat up a little – only every five to ten
minutes or so, mild but seemed like they could be heading somewhere. Perhaps
this really was it?!
I pottered
around, getting dressed to go to the Birth Centre just in case, knowing Mark
would be home soon. I was feeling torn between wanting to stay home as long as
possible, ensure labour was truly established before heading in too early, and also
not wanting to leave it too long and end up birthing on the bedroom floor
again! Ahhh, labour – so unpredictable. I texted my midwife AnneMaree about
11pm telling her I had some sporadic contractions, just as a heads up but wasn’t
sure if it was going anywhere. As soon as Mark got home and saw things were
increasing, he wanted to head in to the hospital, but I wasn’t ready yet! So he
recorded the contraction times for half an hour then called AnneMaree to let
her know. It was up to me whether to go in or not and I just didn’t know… as I
feel a bit of ‘performance anxiety’ when I get to hospital which I think slows
things down, and I also really didn’t want to go and then come home again like last time with Eli. She
suggested rather than walking around or sitting on fit ball as I had been, to
try lying down for half an hour and see if the contractions kept coming. So we
did that – it was about midnight at this point. They spaced out quite a bit –
like over five minutes apart, but were feeling fairly consistent and a minute
in length, so when we called back she suggested we just head in, just in case,
which Mark was keen to do!
So we called
my step-dad David and he kindly dragged himself out of bed and came over to sleep
in the guest room so we didn’t need to wake the kids in the middle of the
night. And then off we went at about 1am on what was now Monday the 21st!
This was it?!
Once we got to
the Birth Centre and confirmed that things were indeed happening (I was 5cm
dilated it turned out), I finally called my dear friend Amber who was kindly
lending her amazing photography talents to our little one’s arrival. She had
insisted I call her no matter what was happening or at what time, and so
eventually I did call her – I kept delaying not wanting to wake her too early
or unnecessarily but also knowing how random my births could be, didn’t want
her to miss the big moment after all the build-up and planning we had done! So
I called and she came in around 2am I think. She was a quiet, discreet,
supportive and calm presence throughout the entire night – not to mention photographing
some amazing moments. What a wonderful friend!
From there
on in it was just… quiet. Lights
dimmed. Candles lit. Cosy, quiet atmosphere. Huge glorious bath filled with warm water for a hopeful
water birth (took over an hour to fill that massive tub!). The same music
playing on the iPod as we had at Lily’s birth… (no chance for music with Eli's birth,
lol)… bringing back so many wonderful memories. Music for Dreaming… so
gentle and soothing! After going through the Birth Centre system twice before (love
their approach and the continuity of care!) but never actually birthing in the Birth Centre, it was quite bizarre
to finally be there – I almost couldn’t believe I was actually going to have
that natural Birth Centre water birth after all this time - I think I said this to Mark about a dozen times that night, haha!
The time
ticked on and the contractions slowly built though they seemed to still be
quite sporadic and mild. I would find myself thinking ‘This can’t be real labour’ and wondering if I would just end up
going home again! I had to catch myself and reassure myself that this was
indeed it, I was not going home and
to just focus myself on the task at hand! I was wishing a bit we could have
stayed at home a little longer before heading in but as we didn’t want to get
caught out again – and seeing how spaced out my contractions remained the whole
time - I don’t think I would have ever felt sure of when to come in!
I was keen
to get in the lovely bath but knew that it could slow down labour if I wasn’t
far along enough. I held off for quite a while and also felt like I needed to
be walking, rocking, swaying on the fit ball to keep the contractions coming
and building. As lovely and warm as the bath looked, I did kind of wonder what
I would do in there, lol!! Eventually I did get in and it was indeed warm and cosy
but my contractions slowed right down
– actually, pretty much stopped for 15 minutes! Well, I wanted to keep things
moving – and felt like I needed to be actually
moving, so I hopped back out and returned to just walking and swaying on the
fit ball.
It was
probably 4 or 5am at this point. I was feeling tiiiiired. Not so much from the labour which was really very gentle
and low-key (almost too low-key!), but just tired from being awake all night. I
would catch myself drifting off between contractions and even my legs started
to give way as I walked around. Oh, I longed for sleep but knew I just had to
keep going in order to meet this baby! I have to admit the primary motivation
for birthing the baby at this point was just so afterwards we could all curl up
and take a nap!! (Of course, as soon as baby was born, the adrenalin kicked in
and as much as I tried to sleep, I couldn’t catch a wink all day! Don’t worry, Miles and Mark got plenty of zzz’s, haha!).
Anyway,
slowly but surely I worked towards the goal. Mark was amazing, just gently
supporting me, encouraging me and helping me not feel anxious or pressured
about how long this was taking – I do realise it wasn’t very long compared to
many labours but it was long compared to what I was used to (which in
retrospect was probably because I was a few days early so my body wasn’t quite
as ready as it had been the other times?). After two very fast previous labours
(four hours and one-ish hours) I did begin to feel a little frustrated at the
time it was taking, mostly because I was very conscious about keeping Amber and
Anne Maree up all night and feeling terrible about that! But Mark reminded me
that Amber wanted to be there, Anne
Maree was being paid to be there, and I needed to not worry about them but just
relax and focus on the baby. Ok, ok! He was a wonderful and calm support – I
focus pretty internally in my labours so I didn’t need much done for me, but
just having him there and being so tender was wonderful.
Somewhere in
the wee small hours of the morning my waters started leaking (at last) and then
my midwife broke the rest which helped things really get moving. Finally,
things got strong enough that it seemed I was ready to get into the birthing
tub again. I still needed to move though, and the contractions were still a few
minutes apart (up to 5 minutes right up till the very end!), so between
contractions I would stand up (in the tub - carefully!) and sway, then kneel
down and do my breathing during each contraction! I was using the ‘hypno-birthing/calm
birth’ breathing technique through all of this – the philosophy and breathing techniques
being something that has equipped me and helped me through all three of my
births – along with the things I learnt from doing pre-natal yoga. I just find
the approach to be excellent for understanding what our bodies are actually doing
as they birth (God created them so wonderfully!), and how to focus, keep calm,
work with your body and make the most of
every contraction. It has been such an excellent tool, I couldn’t imagine labouring
without the knowledge and strategies it equipped me with.
And so then….
I felt things shift and start to open. I focused my breathing on flowing down
and out and suddenly, my baby was coming.
Yes, this was really happening! Up till this point I really hadn’t been sure! I
knelt in the tub as Mark held my hands and I breathed and I think for the first
time in the labour made some noise… up till now, I breathed silently through
every contraction but as my body birthed my baby, well…. I think I shouted the
house down!! In that incredibly surreal blur of time and emotion and intensity,
his head was out, and then he was coming all out. 7.38am. I received him into
my hands, scooping him up and out of the water. My baby, here with me, at last!
His precious
little face was scrunched up, eyes closed, face and body covered in incredibly thick
white vernix though he was only 4 days early… he whimpered a little as I
snuggled him close in the warm water. I was laughing and crying and who knows
what else. Mark was behind me, grinning,
holding my shoulders, gazing at his little boy. It was beautiful. Miles was
healthy and strong and we could only sit there, marvelling and thanking God for
this beautiful blessing! His temperament already seemed as gentle and quiet as
his birth. No shrieking, just this scrunched up little face quietly squinting
against the emerging light, trying to open his eyes to look at these strange parents
of his. It was only when I moved to hold him out in front of me to look at his
little face some more that he squawked in protest!! As soon as I snuggled him
back against me, he was happy once more.
We sat there in the warm water for
ages – 45 minutes I think – just admiring this little guy. While there he
started to nuzzle against me and then basically just latched himself on for a
feed – amazing! Even the midwife seemed to marvel at how naturally it all
happened! After a while Mark and Anne Maree somewhat delicately extricated me (still
holding baby) from the tub and we were bundled onto the cosy double bed where
Miles and I were covered in warm towels and blankets. We snuggled up happily
together and he shortly afterwards latched on again with almost no assistance
for a mega-two-hour-feeding session! I laid there – happy, exhausted, thankful,
marvelling.
It had been
my toughest pregnancy, and at times I almost forgot about the prize at the end
of that marathon…. Yet here he was,
in my arms at last and just as I suspected, worth every moment of sickness. I
feel hardly able to comprehend how undeservedly blessed we have been by God, to
have a third healthy beautiful child in our family. We are so grateful!
Sweet baby Miles – welcome
to our world, and our family. We love you, darling boy!
Born 7.38am, Monday 21st
January 2013
3.7kg, 51.5cm
(For more photos of Miles' birth, go here!)
You know I am a complete sucker for a good birth story but this one is so special. Reading your story was like re-watching a brilliant film. I know the ending and the basic plot line but there are all these beautiful little details that I have forgotten.
ReplyDeleteI just LOVED reading your words and your perspective on that wonderful night. I think I mentioned to you that it is quite strange to watch someone in labour without going through the contractions yourself (must be how our supportive partners feel. Well, kind of ;) ). I could see what you were going through but I couldn't feel it nor did I really know what you were going through or thinking (you were so calm and quiet - how would I have known!) You really did go within yourself and from what I could see it looked like that strategy works a treat for you and your labours!
What I did work out was how in sync you and Mark were. He knew when to draw closer and when to back off and likewise you knew when to call on him and when to know you had things undercontrol. It was magical to watch.
I really could just go on and on about all the lovely details, but I must stop otherwise I will be here all night! I will say once more, you my friend birthed Miles with strength and love. I will never forget that night and how you reacted to seeing Miles for the first time. xxxx
aw Amber - thank you for your beautiful comments and support as always! I almost ran a 'draft' of this past you - as its funny how in one way you remember every moment but in another way, so much is a blur, so I wasn't sure if I recalled it all sequentially! Mark did proof it for me though :) I love your comments as a little side story/outsiders perspective to this birth - not often you get that, huh? Very cool indeed. Your comments about Mark and my connection really melted my heart!! thanks for that :) thanks for EVERYTHING x
Deleteaw Amber - thank you for your beautiful comments and support as always! I almost ran a 'draft' of this past you - as its funny how in one way you remember every moment but in another way, so much is a blur, so I wasn't sure if I recalled it all sequentially! Mark did proof it for me though :) I love your comments as a little side story/outsiders perspective to this birth - not often you get that, huh? Very cool indeed. Your comments about Mark and my connection really melted my heart!! thanks for that :) thanks for EVERYTHING x
DeleteYour sequence fits with what I recalled. I think you did well to remember the order. I know what you mean, when you get stuck into your labour time and the order of events can get a little lost!
DeleteIt was all my pleasure. I hope you keep remebering that I got a lot out of it too :)
Amazing Kate, thank you for sharing. I have tears reading this. I also did hypno birthing with both of labours and it was, like you said, an excellent tool to understanding what is happening and to help you through it peacefully.
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely comment - thank you! and yay for hypnobirthing huh, that's great it worked so well for you too x
DeleteBeautiful, Kate! And so eloquently written. I have been so in awe of your courage and strength through this pregnancy, and no equally so in reading about Miles' birth. So, so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing this with us
xoxoxoxox
thank you dear friend! xx
DeleteWhat an beautiful entrance to the world for Miles. I'm so happy for you, Kate, especially after the difficult pregnancy you endured with being so sick. So glad Miles is here now. And those photos from Amber are wonderful! Congratulations to you and your family!
ReplyDeletethanks so much Nicole for your sweet comment and all your encouragement along the way!
DeleteJust perfect. I can understand you wondering how the labour was progressing seeing as your other labours were so fast. Sometimes I think we experience something different in each labour as part of our lessons for motherhood. Maybe! Your labour sounds beautiful. So gentle, and calm, and peaceful. I can relate to that opening and fast second stage at the end, and because you had Miles in the tub it just brought me straight back to birthing Blake. Such wonderful memories. It's also so great to hear a positive and gentle third birthing experience. Somtimes people descrbe third labours as unpredictable in a negative way and I will focus on your labour as my inspiration I think. Maybe just a little bit shorter than yours though ;)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations again Kate, you did a sensational job birthing this little boy of yours. I'm sure you're enjoying not being pregnant anymore and just getting to know and cuddle that precious Miles. xx
thanks lovely Andrea! i just discovered yesterday after chatting to a wonderful MACH nurse that Miles probably was such a slow (for me!) and sporadic labour bc his head wasnt straight down - she cleverly deduced this bc he has a haematoma (blood bruise/bump) on the back left side of his head she said from pressure on the cervix. fascinating and was a great insight into why my labour progressed as it did. Anyway, thats a bit of an aside - i so agree we learn different things through our births and the varied experiences! i feel so grateful to have expereienced that water birth and i remember your beautiful story w blake so well! i am so excited for this third birth and baby for you - and i know you will go into it w positivity and determination! thanks for all your love and support along this whole path, you have been such a blessing to me!
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