Carrying on from Sebastian’s positive birth story part 1 …
So where was I…I had just arrived at the hospital at 10:30pm terrified they might make me get back in the car again and go home. Our midwife Effie examines me….and I was 6cm dilated! Much to my delight!
Will got to work setting up our room with battery tea light candles and a diffuser (this one) with a gorgeous Neom oil in it. I took myself to the bathroom and laboured on the toilet which was the most comfortable place for me.
Without me knowing it, Will also briefed Effie on my birth preferences and she followed them to a tee. I wasn’t examined again, she supported all our hypnobirthing techniques and she was the only one in the room with us bar another midwife popping in once.
After an hour I could feel things starting to change and asked for some help. Effie got the bath running and whilst that was underway I could feel my body starting to bear down.
Just before midnight the pool was ready and I leapt in! I used the gas and air and the down breathing technique. I could feel the baby coming and my quiet labouring became much louder as I groaned (or perhaps moo’d) down through each surge.
As an aside, Will loves to tell everyone that when the bath was running the midwife popped out the room and came back in with a industrial torch (which she used alongside a mirror on a stick to check progress)! I was oblivious to this!
Will was at my left hand side quietly helping me through each surge and the midwife to my right, occasionally monitoring the baby’s heartbeat under the water and checking progress with the above method.
In the back of my mind I still had the worry that my scoliosis would mean the baby would get stuck. I asked Effie if she thought the baby was coming and she said lets see what happens in the next hour. I almost lost it at this point as I really didn’t think I could manage an hour but I put my mind to it and got back in the zone.
With each more surge I could feel the baby getting lower. It is a feeling I can’t even begin to describe. It definitely hurt (a lot) but a pain that i’d not felt before and to be honest have forgotten how bad it was already. I remember saying “no ,no, no, no, no” a lot as I felt each surge come and telling Will “this isn’t nice, this isn’t nice at all”. I am sure there was some stronger language in there too!
A few more surges and I knew for sure that I was going to birth this baby all on my own but I didn’t have any time to even think about it and just kept my mind on getting through each moment, breathing my way through it.
Soon after the midwife told us she could see the baby’s head and that it had some hair! She also asked if I wanted to touch the baby’s head but that freaked me out a bit so I didn’t.
I begged Effie to make sure she caught the baby as I didn’t trust myself to. One more surge and the baby’s head came! I changed my position from being on all fours to leaning back and two more surges, at 12:37, only two hours from arriving at the hospital, our baby was born.
Effie untangled his cord from around his neck and passed the baby up to my chest, he was quiet and calm and I looked down and saw his big eyes looking round taking us all in. A little boy and he was absolutely perfect in every way. Baby Sebastien already the apple of my eye.
Effie gave him a rub and he made some delightful little noises before happily settling back to being a quiet calm little thing. We left all the blood to leave the cord before Will cut it.
The relief of him having arrived safely was immense and I simply could not believe that I had the natural, positive birth story that I hoped for. He was here and he was safe and I was very much in awe of him.
I was ravenous so Will raided our hospital bag and we shared a pack of jelly babies and then I devoured an entire pack of Jaffa Cakes.
The water got a bit cold for the baby so he had some skin to skin with his daddy whilst I was left to birth the placenta in the pool.
I had zero pushes left in me so opted for an injection to speed it up and got out of the pool on to the bed. As it came closer to an hour after Seb had been born and it still hadn’t come, Effie helped it along and then I needed some stitches.
I was so impressed that the midwives did this part. A hospital bed was wheeled in, she donned her scrubs and got to work. Once that was taken care of (which was quite unpleasant but I think it was the thought of it more than the actual thing), with very shaky legs I moved over to the bed and got some skin to skin time with my baby and was delighted when he eagerly had his first feed.
Will joined us on the bed, the midwife quietly left us and we spent the next several hours basking in it all, not believing how we ever got so lucky. The new chapter of our lives beginning.
We alternately dozed and stared at our boy until just after 8am when we had to leave our room for someone else to enjoy it for their birth. Will bagged up our stuff and I was wheeled out holding on to my little boy for dear life.
I was delighted to find out a few weeks later that it was my NCT friend who was the person who needed the room, and her little boy Benjamin was born later that day, sharing Seb’s birthday, born in the same room! I can’t wait until we can tell them this fact!
We were taken up to a ward and eventually Seb had his top to toe check and that afternoon we were allowed home. We received so much support, care and help from everyone we encountered and neither of us can fault a thing.
We wrapped him up and bundled him into his car seat and walked out of the hospital as if we had the Crown Jewels in our care!
Read part 1 of our positive birth story here.