Elizabeth’s birth story began a whole week before she was even born. For my weekly check ups with my OB at the hospital which was my 39 week check up, something came up that gave him a little bit of a scare, my blood pressure was way too high and wouldn’t come down, I was sent straight from his office to the birthing suit to be checked over. The midwife & ob both said if anything came up they would have to break my waters and she will be born that day which was the 16th of April.
Thankfully my blood test came back normal, and all check ups were fine and baby girl was happy as could be, they actually couldn’t explain what had happened and why. I was given the choice to be induced that day anyway or if I wanted to book in for a different day. As much as I was so ready to meet her I didn’t want to give birth in that very moment well I was all alone as hubby was still at work but was trying to leave etc. I told the midwife I just needed time to prepare still and booked in for Friday the 24th of April which is her actual due date.
My reasons for picking her actual due date was not only is it her due date but it would be a Friday, with everything going on in the world hubby and I have decided that because he is still working and his boss doesn’t know for how much longer every day counts as you never know what happens. So hubby was only going to take two days off work and take his “father’s leave” which the dad’s get given two weeks paid leave but have the choice to take it straight away or later down the track, we both decided he would take it at a later date. So with this all being said being booked in for Friday to give birth means he got to take Friday & following Monday which means he got four days out of two days taken off work. Friday, Saturday, Sunday & Monday. But if I went into labor naturally this also didn’t matter.
24th of April 2020.
We arrived at the hospital 6am and were ready to get the show on the road.
By 7am my waters were broken by our OB and the rest was up too me & baby girl.
Contractions started pretty much straight away, I was already 3cm dilated when my OB broke my waters so my body had already been getting the show on the road.
At the beginning of my birth journey my midwife asked what my plans were and I said I wanted to try doing the whole thing naturally but I don’t know if I can do that. Her response was what kept me going my whole birth and her simple words were this, “if you tell your mind you can, then you can. If you tell your mind you can’t then you can’t.” It’s all a mind control thing.. She also said women’s bodies are actually designed to birth and that I can do this.
My contractions began off slow and steady and very fast got really strong and I needed gas to help with the pain. My body just took over, I felt like something was wrong as I needed to push but it had only been a few hours into my labouring journey. My midwife checked me and said no I was “5cm” dilated… 20 minutes later I was screaming… and not a cute girl scream it was a “I’m going to kill someone scream.” The gas wasn’t cutting it and I felt her head, my midwife checked me with my next contraction and she said yes that’s a head “She has hair” ( we had spoken earlier how my first had no hair for months.) She grabbed a midwife and called my OB to come. From the two minutes she walked away to do that and come back baby girls head was out!
By the time my OB got to the room miss Elizabeth was already on my chest and out.
My birth story is something I think hubby and I will laugh about for years to come. Six hours and it was all over with, drug free birth and no need for stitches!? Kind of mind blown… No it was not easy at all and poor hubby almost lost his hair and I think I killed my midwifes ear drums. But I am so fam proud of myself and I’m so proud of hubby he was so supportive, holding my hand every contraction, he just sat there well I pulled his hair out when baby girls head was crowning and I was screaming in his ear, rubbing my back when I needed extra relife I hit the jackpot. And my midwife! She was amazing, she held my hand, also sat and chatted, was definitely a big support person and I honestly cried when she left at the end of her shift because she was so amazing.
But our birth story was short and sweet. But forever thankful for the learning experience and teaching myself that I can do it no matter what fears cross my mind. And yes I’m feeling like a boss well recorving.