This is part two of our second birth story. If you missed it yesterday you can read part one of our birth story here. If you’d also like to read our first birth story which was a very different experience, then you can read that here too. If you’re all caught up, read on to see what happened next.
We Made It..
When we eventually found the ward we were buzzed straight in and met by a midwife called Debbie, the same midwife that I had spoken to over the phone earlier that morning. She took us straight into one of the birthing suite rooms, took our notes and left us for a couple of minutes to settle in. Our room was one of the smaller birthing suite rooms that didn’t have a pool and I had my mind set on having a water birth if we could. When Debbie came back I immediately asked her whether we would be able to use of the birthing pools and felt elated when she said that we could and shouted out to one of the other midwives to start filling the pool for us.
But that feeling of happiness was short lived after Debbie examined my waters and reported that I had suspicious meconium. Small traces of meconium in my waters that could indicate the baby was distressed. My heart sank and I asked whether she was certain that we couldn’t still use the pool, but she was adamant. Using the pool would mean that she wouldn’t be able to see any changes to the colours of my waters if they changed further. Anxiety began to set in as I started to get a sense of deja vu because a similar thing happened during my first labour and it felt like it was happening all over again. I also hadn’t realised it, but I’d been focusing on getting into the birthing pool to help me get through the contractions and suddenly felt like a crutch had been taken away and I wouldn’t be able to get through the rest of the labour.
Debbie reassured me that I would be fine and encouraged me to get changed and get as comfortable as I could. She set up a small sofa type bed for me to use and I managed to find a position that helped me work through each of the contractions. At this stage I hadn’t had any physical examinations and Debbie suggested holding off for another 30 or so minutes to see how I progressed as I was apparently getting quite “pushy” as she put it.
Something To Take The Edge Off..
The contractions had really started to step up, coming closer and closer together and I felt like I needed something to take the edge off them so I asked Debbie for some gas and air. Whilst she got this ready the husband put on some music and did a really good job of rubbing my lower back through each contraction. I started to use the gas and air unsure of whether it was actually doing anything for the first few contractions, only realising it was when I noticed that I felt spaced out, sleepy and couldn’t keep my eyes open between contractions. At some stage I started to feel nauseous and threw up really suddenly across the chair and profusely apologised to Debbie for doing so. She was great and batted away my apologies, discreetly cleaning up around me.
After getting to the stage where my body was naturally starting to push a little at the end of contractions Debbie examined me and confirmed that I was 6cm dilated, but that there was quite a lot of cervix still in the way which was preventing baby’s head from coming down. She suggested manually trying to massage and move it away which I agreed to. Anything to move things along. The cervical massages were excruciating and just heightened the sensation of the contractions, even with gas and air, but at some point Debbie managed to massage most of it away and things really started to progress.
However, baby had apparently started to turn so Debbie encouraged me to move into another position on a birthing stool to encourage baby to turn back to the right position. Moving into any position other than my default position over the chair was very difficult and uncomfortable, but I didn’t need to stay on the stool for very long before he started to turn back around and Debbie was happy for me to start pushing.
We moved to the floor and after a little bit of pushing Debbie told me that baby could be out with two good pushes which was all I needed to hear. However, she also warned me that I needed to be really careful and listen to her telling me when to push and not to push so that I didn’t re-open my previous episiotomy scar. It was really difficult, but I really focused, used my breathing and managed to follow her exact instructions.
Welcome To The World..
Our little boy was born just before 2pm, all 8lbs 3ozs of him. I was a little shell shocked by the fact that I had actually done it and initially declined when Debbie asked me if I wanted to lift him up through my legs although did eventually. At some point we made it back onto the bed and the husband got to cut the cord whilst baby and I had skin to skin, something neither of us got to do the first time round with the little lady as she was delivered in theatre. Baby was handed to daddy for some cuddles whilst Debbie helped me deliver the placenta and then checked me over. Amazingly I didn’t tear or have any grazes, but the episiotomy scar had started to open a little and she suggested a couple of stitches to be on the safe side.
I felt exhausted and couldn’t help but drift in and out of sleep whilst the newborn and other final checks were done around me. After what felt like no time, but according to the husband was at least an hour, Debbie finished all her checks and brought me a tea to rouse me. After that and what felt like the best shower I’ve had in my life, baby and I had our first breastfeed and shortly after the little lady came to join us before we were discharged and allowed to go home and spend our first night at home as a family of four..