This morning - after dilligentlly stomping the hill up and down and havin DH (ver kindly) tweaking my nipps the entire duration of The West Wing (series 5: No Exit)
i went to bed having twinges (annoying isn't it - the old 'do i stay up to progress labour, or do i try to get some kip dilemma..i went for sleep!) and woke at 2am ...became certain i was in labour (contx 1.5 mins apart though not deep)
called Mum & MW at 2.30..
after long anxious wait on the phone (are there any MWs on tonight?.......) they agreed there were MWs and would send one!
got here I was 4cm dilated (so, obv had been contracting in my sleep!)
then had a few minutes wishing had delayed on mw calling as contx eased....but they rallied back up and pretty soon was going strong...with MW chatting away over coffee and biccies to my Mum ...
had thought to try doing the whole thing standing, but found it much more pleasant to get a massage from DH with his super-hot hands whilst contracting.
then I tried to get my waters popped by pushing (feeling a bit tired now, and filled with thoughts of 3rd labours lasting ages) - which they duly did and before i knew it (and thankfully) was pushing with contx coming without much space - pushing much less painful funnily enough than the cont-x. I really didn't expect her to crown, but she did and straight away popped out (me now kneeling legs akimbo and hanging on his neck) - she gave a big cry and we knew she was all well!
7lbs 6oz, my smallest baby, and she came out like superman ..no tearing (woo-hoo!)
DH cut the cord when it stopped pulsing.
3 hours of proper labour.
she had a very fussy but large feed and did her first poo-poo on Daddy. He is so v. proud...
she has been asleeep hours now!
now we have to think of a name..she doesn't look like a Miranda (or miriam, rosalind, minerva..)