Lets Start At The Beginning..
I’ve wanted to write our second birth story for a few days now, before all the details of how our gorgeous little man made his entrance into the world start to get fuzzy and escape me like a balloon on a string flying away in the wind. Birth stories seem to be like that. One moment you remember them vividly and in multicolour, and the next they are like a dream that you can’t quite remember.
Our second birth experience couldn’t be more different from the first. If you had told me it would be I wouldn’t have believed you. In many fact tried to. Throughout my pregnancy friends and family kept telling me that it would be different this time round. That no two births are the same. That it would be easier because my body knew what to do, because one baby had already passed through. But I didn’t want to hope that it could be so different from our first birth story. I didn’t want to believe that it would be so different for me. But it was, and here I am at the other side still completely amazed.
Our little man arrived just over a week ago, two days later than his expected due date and so just like the first time round we found ourselves overdue. After spending weeks secretly thinking that this baby would arrive early, I was disappointed about going overdue. Not so much because I wanted baby to come early, but because of what going overdue meant. The prospect of having to consider membrane sweeps and inductions which I really wanted to avoid. Just the thought of going down that route made me feel like we would end up having the same experience as the first time round.
5.42am, Probably A Time I’ll Remember Forever..
But I needn’t have worried as two days later I found myself naturally going into labour. I was woken up on Saturday morning when I felt my waters start to go in bed. I rushed to get up thinking I needed to desperately go to the toilet, but quickly realised they must be my waters because I had no control over them. I remember feeling quite excited and made a note of the time; 5.42am before waking the husband up to tell him. I think at this point he probably didn’t quite appreciate how big this news was and went back to sleep which annoyed me, not because he went back to sleep but because he clearly wasnt as excited as I was. I had a huge mental list of things I wanted to do before we had to leave for the hospital so I started to work my way through those as quickly as I could.
First on my list was calling the hospital to let them know that my waters had gone. By this point I had started to feel the rise and fall of mild but regular contractions so started to pace our hallway to take my mind off them whilst I called the birthing suite. I chatted to a lovely midwife for about five minutes about my waters going and the frequency of my contractions, and after she finished laughing at how specific I was about what time my waters broke she advised us to go into the hospital between 8am – 9am so that they could check that my waters had definitely gone and do some initial monitoring. I remember being a little confused and concerned about having to go in so soon as you are always told to stay at home for as long as you can. But I also knew that once your waters went you had 24 hours to progress which is where it all went wrong the first time round. Realising this made me feel a little anxious, but I knew that all I could do was hope that my body kept progressing like it was.
Distracting myself I carried on with my to do list, sending out a family text message to see who could have the little lady for the day, did a double check of her overnight bag and got her clothes ready for when she woke up. I got washed and dressed, finished putting the final few bits in my hospital bag and put a quick load of washing on. In between I had to stop and breath through the contractions which were now coming every three to four minutes and lasting around 40 seconds. At the point that I’d spoken to the midwife they were around 30 seconds every four to five minutes so I knew they were starting to get longer and more frequent. However I was finding that they were manageable as long as I stopped and breathed through them using some of the hypnobirthing breathing techniques I knew.
Definitely Time To Go..
Around 7am I got the husband and little lady up so that they could get dressed and ready. My brother in law would pick up the little lady around 8am and we decided we would aim to head to the hospital for 9am. I remember by the time that it got to 8.30am I was feeling really ready to go and told the husband that we needed to go. The contractions had started to step up a gear and I was really having to focus on breathing through each one and was worried about how I would manage the 20 minute car journey sitting down. I found it really useful to be able to stand and lean over the counter tops or tables at home during each contraction and knew that they would be so much worse sitting down in the car. But just as we were getting ready to leave I got really dizzy and hot all of a sudden and started hearing a loud buzzing sound in my ears. I thought I was going to faint and remember saying just in time for the husband to grab me. Luckily the feeling passed almost as quickly as it came and as soon as I felt like I could stand we got into the car and set off for the hospital.
In the car the husband put on the playlist that I had made and I spent most of the car journey with my eyes closed focusing on breathing through the contractions. Despite the discomfort, the journey wasnt as bad as I thought it would be and I quite enjoyed feeling the sunshine on my face with the music in the background. It was really calming and I can still remember what that moment really clearly. When we pulled up to the hospital we found parking really quickly and whilst the husband went to put money in the meter, I psyched myself up to get out of the car and do the walk across the car park into the hospital. As we got out of the car a guy getting into his car wished us luck clearly seeing that we were about to have a baby. I managed to get most of the way across the car park before needing to stop and lean on the husband to breath through a contraction. They were definitely coming quicker now so we walked as quickly as we could into the hospital and headed up to the ward before the next contraction came..
Part two of our birth story will be up on the blog tomorrow so make sure you come back to find out what happened next. Even better, subscribe to our newsletter and it’ll be in your inbox in time for breakfast!