My due date was the 29th January by which time I was more than ready for the baby to arrive. I had a routine appointment with the midwife that day and decided while I was there I would request a sweep. I left my appointment feeling positive, the midwife had informed me that I was already 2-3cm dilated and that my waters were bulging, she recommended that I tried to stay active so I spent the rest of the day on my feet. I was starting to feel achey / crampy but it was nothing to get excited about and eventually any pains I did have seemed to dwindle away.
Thursday came and went and with each hour that passed I felt like there was less chance of anything happening, I was hoping that if anything was going to happen then it would soon as Ben was on a long ten hour shift the following day.
Friday 31st January, I woke up and Ben had already left for work, I felt completely normal and had resigned myself to the fact that I would be having a February baby. I gave Gracie her breakfast and started to wash the pots when suddenly I felt a “gush”. I wasn’t sure what it was so I scooped Gracie up and headed upstairs, I put her in her room while I went to the bathroom, I wasn’t sure if my waters had gone, I decided to have a shower and I then went to lay down for 30 minutes to see if there was another gush when I stood up… there was. I rang the hospital and they asked me to go in at 12.30 to be assessed. I text Ben and asked him to come home from work, I then rang my dad and made plans to drop Gracie off, all the while my waters continued to gush.
Once at the hospital I was put onto the monitor by this point I was feeling regular contractions, these were picked up on the machine and the midwife assessed me she told me I was 4cm dilated and that although my back waters had broken my front waters were still in tact. I was advised to go home for an hour or two and to stay active to ensure the contractions didn’t dwindle off.
Due to the contractions and the fact that my waters were still gushing every time I moved we decided not to go far and instead went to the hospital café for some lunch however as things progressed I began to feel uncomfortable being around the general public and so we decided to head home where Ben ran me a bath. It wasn’t long before my contractions were getting closer and soon they were every 2 minutes, lasting roughly 30 seconds. We decided to head back to the hospital where I was assessed as 5-6cm and was informed I was being admitted.
It was 4.30pm when I was admitted to the birth centre, the midwives had started to run the pool for me however I just couldn’t face getting in, I had already had a shower and a bath that day and I had also been walking through the rain so the thought of more water made me feel ill.
I used the gas and air but I didn’t feel like this was helping, this was my second time giving birth but I honestly couldn’t remember it hurting so much, I was asking for pain relief and was given paracetamol and condeine and also a heat pack for my back which is where I was feeling the contractions. Despite the midwives best efforts, I was still in complete agony and requested some pethidine, the midwife advised me she didn’t think it would be long till the baby arrived but that didn’t matter to me, I couldn’t bare the thought of going through another minute in that pain and so I had the pethidine.
I had previously been on a mat on the floor leaning over a beanbag, I decided to stay on the mat rather than attempt to get on the bed, Ben laid beside me and although I could still feel the contractions they were a lot more manageable and so we just chatted about god knows what. I was also assessed again and was told I was 6cm.
All of a sudden I had a really long contraction and was shouting at Ben that the baby was coming, he buzzed the midwife and I told her that I felt like I needed to push. She went to fetch her delivery kit and a second midwife and while she was gone I continued to shout that the baby was coming and was telling Ben to call her back. He kept reassuring me she was coming and although she was probably gone for seconds, it felt like hours.
Once she was back I started to push, I was on all fours and she told me she could see babies hair, I then turned onto my back and with one push baby was out. It all happened so unbelievably fast. We didn’t know the sex of the baby and the midwives told us we had a girl, we were so happy.
So at 18.35, Nancy Violet was born, weighing 8lbs 2oz
Moments after Nancy was born.
I was discharged from the hospital at 2am Saturday morning, we headed home where my mum was looking after Gracie for us and we settled Nancy in her crib and crawled into bed ourselves, the following morning Gracie woke up and shouted us from her room as normal and I went to fetch her. I explained that the baby had arrived and that she had a new baby sister, I gave her a gift box that included a comfort blanket, a soft rattle and a soft toy and asked if she wanted to come and meet her sister and give her a present.
Gracie was thrilled to meet her baby sister and put her new comforter in the crib, there was also 2 presents wrapped and waiting on our bed that were for Gracie, in them was a new doll and pushchair. We then all climbed into the bed and proper introductions were made. It was all perfect.
Meeting for the first time.