When I was about to give birth with my first baby, two weeks overdue, you wouldn’t believe the horror stories people kept telling me about birth. If it wasn’t bad enough that I was a first timer and had no clue what to expect, the images of 36 hours of birth and c-sections going wrong were stuck in my mind. I just kept telling myself, don’t worry it’s one day of pain for a life time of joy!
I never understood why people never shared the nice and easy birth stories maybe for fear they would get bunched by those that had it tough. I sympathyze with those but we should share our good and bad stories alike. It might set someone like me who is anxious person anyways at easy before they go into labor which in return might help them have a better experience, I don’t know but it couldn’t hurt. So I am flashing back to Buba’s birth story…
The Birth of Buba:
I was at 42 weeks, feeling very full and uncomfortable by this point but I knew come the following Monday I was being induced. I wasn’t happy about it. I have never heard a good thing about being induced nor have I ever heard it ever goes quickly. I didn’t mind being late, for some reason I knew all along he wasn’t going to be joining us on his due date. I had in my mind a week late at least so I was frustrated when daily I got the grunts from people, “you still here?” Clearly I am, at 42 pounds (3 stone) heavier than my usual self you couldn’t really miss me! I had had two sweeps which did nothing where I was told I was at 2 cm already but there I still was, with nothing happening.
The night I went into labor, was a Saturday, we had been at a friend’s funeral. It was a day full of emotion and Mr P had the honor to speak at the funeral, and what a great speech he made too. I remember a few days leading up to the funeral I kept thinking please just stay in there little buddy so Daddy can do his speech for his friend. I was more worried about Mr P watching his son be born and then having to leave us to go mourn a friend then come back to a new baby. That would have been an extreme roller coaster on the heart. Not that anyway it happened it wouldn’t be but my usual kicker stayed comfortably quiet all day. We went to the funeral reception afterwards, gathering with friends to celebrate the life of our friend before he passed. There was food, music and dancing. I felt completely fine so I told Mr P I would drive home if he wanted to have a few drinks with his friends. Long story short by 9 pm he was quite tipsy and I felt like the food I ate wasn’t settling right and I had been on my feet all day so I was tired. It was time for home.
We got home and both went straight to bed. Mr P in the spare room because my million and one get ups in the night to pee towards the end were driving him crazy.
4:02 AM: I woke with a sudden stabbing pain in my abdomen, it was sharp, quick, and painful. It quickly faded so I went pee, and had a drink of water. My back felt sore and I didn’t feel like sleeping so I ran a hot bath. I still felt like I ate something bad that evening.
4:12 The pain was much harder this time and longer. I looked at my watch and it was happening every five minutes. I screaming for Mr P, hoping he wasn’t too drunk and passed out to hear me because I couldn’t move by this time.
4:20 My contractions were three minutes a part and we were on the phone to the hospital. The midwife on the phone said since it was my first it would be awhile and to go back to bed with two paracetamol. I told Mr P to get my bag and the car ready NOW! I ignored her and crawled to the car.
The car ride was the worse experience of my life. Holding in a baby that wants to come out right NOW is not easy. Every bump, corner and red light on the brakes was like a knife twisting down there. I could feel his head wanted to come out but knew that a most likely still intoxicated husband delivering this baby wasn’t an option, him driving the car was bad enough. Lucky we don’t live far from the hospital.
As soon as I arrived at the hospital, this amazing midwife who looked about ten with pigtails I kid you not, wheeled me into the delivery room on my knees because by now it was impossible to sit as I was still holding him in. I got on the bed and she said he was crowning. Three pushes, four cups of ice cold water later and I heard a cry. I have no idea why I was so thirsty I just remember between each push I was gulping water from the side table. Mr P I think was in la-la-land in the corner not sure if he was possibly dreaming still.
I remember in the mist of it all Mr P saying can’t she have an epidural because he knew I wanted one or try in a birthing pool. The midwife laughed at him and just said there is no time for that. They had handed him gas and air to hold for me but I think it would have been better use on him. I tried it once then twice and I thought I would puke. It was an awful taste and smell. I threaten his life if he brought it near me again, not to mention it hurt my mouth. Absolutely horrible stuff.
5:16 AM: They handed me this skinny, scrawny little baby for skin to skin contact and I was instantly in love. I felt strong and powerful, is the only way I can describe it now. I couldn’t believe I gave birth to this little baby in my arms, a life. I always thought I would have tons of drugs and would hate it but it was the most amazing experience ever. I was truly blown away.
I had heard the lady next door screaming when I arrived and bless her she was still screaming. The midwife said she had been there for hours trying to push. I started thanking the heavens above for blessing me with a quick labor. I even joked to the midwife she could cancel my appointment the next day for my induction downstairs.
While they got everything cleaned up, I attempted to breastfeed, Buba was a pro and latched right away even though he made me work at it later for the next year. Again, I surprised myself because I never thought I wanted to breastfeed or even try it until I got pregnant. Now, I am ever so grateful that I did it.
Even though it was nothing like my birth plan of birthing pools, soft music playing, a calm, relaxed environment, epidural and drugs I wouldn’t have had it any other way then I did, rushing in, screaming my head off and Buba arriving very fast. I was told birthing plans never go to plan. How right they are!