Morning! The naming ceremony was beautiful, it was in our local Unitarian chapel and was very pagan in feel. There were readings about children, including the Kahlil Gibran one read by her 10yo (which didn't make me cry, oh no) and water used as a symbol of life. Then there were words and gifts from the Goddess and Sage parents, followed by a big party in the hall with pumpkin soup and cake.
Erm, to make this the longest post imaginable, here's the birth stories!
I'll preface DD1's by saying that I was 21 and had total trust in health professionals.
We had planned a home birth and I had spent most of Saturday day time with mild contractions, so we rang the midwife at around 9pm when they started to get closer together. Å´e also called my Mum who came and watched DVDs with me! When the midwife arrived she did an internal, discovered a cervical lip and tried to pull it out of the way. It was agony and I had a panic attack. While I panicked she held me down on to the bed, which made it worse until DP came up and told her to get the hell off me. After this, she took my blood pressure which was obvusly very high and she called an ambulance.
By the time we got to hospital I was fine, but kind of stuck there. We got comfortable and my Mum and DP took turns in supporting me while I quite happily laboured on my knees. We didn't see a midwife all night, but my Mum says she kept checking until at around 6.30am she saw hair!
DP went to fetch a midwife, who turned up about 20mins later as DD1 had started to crown and all hell broke loose! Despite me screaming no, two midwives flipped me on to my back and attached a fetal scalp monitor. As they out the monitor in DD1 twisted round several times, ending up posterior. I yelled at them to get the monitor off her as they were hurting her, but was told not to be silly. My contractions stopped (no shit!?!) so they began to talk about c-section. My Mum demanded a doctor's opinion, who said that I was doing fine.
DD1 was born a few minutes after the Dr left the room, with the cord wound tightly round her neck three times. Midwives held up a blue, not moving thing and whisked her away as I reached for her. She was gone for 45 minutes, during which there were no midwives present for me delivering the placenta (Mum scooped it up!). No one told us what was happening, we assumed she had died. They brought her back, but she didn't lookor feel like my baby any more.
Unsurprisingly, I had PND, bonding issues and it took her three months before she latched on. I am endlessly proud of myself for breast feeding her for 4years and 11months!
I'll give you the blog link to DD2's birth story for speed! story