Evening all! I’m currently on day five following the birth of my lovely girl and now that the exhilaration is wearing off I’m actually feeling quite in shock of how my second delivery went down, it’s my turn on the night shift with our girl so thought I would share my story if anyone wants any light reading this evening!
So after a 24 hour labour with my 19 month old son (which was a hospital birth) which ended up being quite a traumatic birth and recovery period, this time I decided to go for a home birth after reading some lovely stories online about people’s experience. So my contractions started around 2.30am on Saturday and by 4am they were bad enough for me to ring triage and have a midwife brought out. She arrived shortly after and left at 6am saying I still had a long way to go, but then at 7.30 I realised that I’d only had a total of three minutes break from contractions over the previous half hour, and they were excruciating at that point so I called the second midwife on duty to come back.
Well… 7.45am I actually thought the contractions were going to kill me and I then got the urge to push, I’d already read that when you know you know, so I shouted my partner who was downstairs with our son, saying “the baby is on its way” to which he replied “no I don’t think it works like that you’ve got loads of time”, my next words were then “the head is coming out!!”, he ran up the stairs whilst saying “no you’re fine trust me”, before walking into the bedroom and saying, ok you’re right there is actually a head(!!!!!) he then rang the midwife who was only 5 mins away and talked him through how to guide the baby out and lay her safely down, meanwhile whilst he’s doing this I was apparently laughing maniacally saying how amazing it is that I can feel her coming out and how it’s the best moment of my life!
So… yep the shock has officially worn off and I’m now experiencing all kinds of intrusive and traumatic thoughts about how lucky we were that everything was ok! I know that babies arriving without any medical support happens often but my god I didn’t ever think that would be on the cards for me! On the plus side I’m completely in love with her and felt my heart melt when my little boy hugged her today saying “baby sister”, as he has previously only been fixated on trying to steal her milk and being annoyed that she won’t read him a book!
Just thought I’d share on here as I’m sure everyone in real life is bored of me talking about it lol, but I’m still in absolute shock, oh and I can’t wait to tell my little one all about it when she’s older!