This time last week my little Reuben had just been born…Are you ready for this? Warts and all?!
Reuben Parker was born on Sunday morning at 9:47am, weighing 7lbs and 11 oz. He is the most perfect thing I have ever seen and I am completely overwhelmed by his loveliness!
I’ve been working on this all week, when I get chance and I’m going to be honest about what the birth was like (while I can still remember – I’ll need Mike to fill in some of the details as I’m already forgetting!) but for anyone pregnant with their first baby I want to remind you that I actively avoided detailed stories of birth in order to keep positive and help prepare myself in the way I felt best. So, I want to highlight the following before you read on:
1. It was the most amazing experience of my life (and already I’m thinking I could do it again – Mother Nature is a cruel mistress!)
2. I’m glad I planned and hoped for a positive birth experience – I should have spent more time visualising the birth pool and pina coladas though! – I will do that again. I did feel a bit down about the way things panned out. I’m a healthy woman surely I could have done it naturally? Yes, is the answer Mike believes but it would have been longer and hurt a lot more. When you’re in the throws of it you stop giving a shit and just want the baby out. There were some lonely times when we were just left to it to suffer and there was nothing Mike could do while I paced around. I feel that if we had hired a Doula, she might have made the experience much more bearable for both of us.
3. I feel so in love with Mike and our baby
4. I have already begun to forget everything (apart from the good bits that make me cry when I think of them)
So, on our due date we followed the midwife’s prescription and 3 more bonks after my sweep, being out and about all day on Friday, and having a bit of quiet time on my bed with Gabriella telling the baby he could come out now, my waters broke at 20:15 on Friday evening while Gabby was having her supper. I was stood in the kitchen (thankfully not the new carpets!) when I thought I’d wet myself. Once it continued to keep coming out, I knew it was my waters. I was so excited that it was starting!
We called the Birthing Centre and I expected them to say “have a glass of wine and get to bed” but they wanted me to come in and get checked over. There was an air of optimism about the house as we rushed around packing bags (of course I never did get my hospital bag packed up in advance!), making dinner (I needed to get my strength up!) and sorting Gabriella out to go to Grandma and Grandad’s. I was sure it wouldn’t be long, I was already thinking BIG thoughts. Plus, once my mum’s waters had been broken (for her at hospital) both my older brother and I came quickly…we packed the car up to the brim not expecting to come home (even the space hopper and car seat made it in the back).
Around 10pm we arrived at the Birth Centre, I was getting the odd little cramp but still feeling fine. I was checked over and had my pad checked to make sure my waters definitely had been broken, which they had. Then they told me that before going home I needed to choose which hospital I wanted to be induced in.
Er, what?
Turns out that if your waters break and you do not spontaneously go into labour you must be induced because the chance of infection for the baby increases the longer you go. For Newcastle RVI the time allowed is 12 hours after waters breaking and for Ashington’s Wansbeck Hospital it is 24 hours. At the time I was really torn because as you know I didn’t want to be induced – what was the point in all that bonking?! (only joking Mike!) And, I really wanted my ‘relaxed’ Birthing Centre experience with the pool and pina colada!
In the end we chose Wansbeck, it had originally been our first choice so we stuck with it. Plus, this gave me longer to go into labour naturally. Little did I know what would follow!
We headed home and I was already feeling tired so we didn’t bother with getting any wine, I had a bowl of cereal and some toast and was meant to get into bed when the pains started coming around 12am. I think we must have been watching some sort of East Enders omnibus and I remember crouching on all fours on the sofa making low groaning noises (or as Mike called them, Sex noises) into my maternity pillow (best thing I was given – I have a whole post dedicated to it coming up) and thinking my cervix big, while Mike kept track of the time between contractions. We got bored of this after a while and after speaking to the Birthing Centre again we were advised to run me a bath to see if it would calm the contractions down enough so I could go to bed.
Being impatient to just get on with it I didn’t want anything to calm down – I felt up against time as I didn’t want to be induced. In hindsight I wish I had tried to relax because the next day was LONG and I was exhausted. I did get in the bath and continued to monitor the contractions with my iPhone lap timer (bit confusing!). I didn’t do stay in the bath for long as I thought it was making things more uncomfortable but probably it was just me being impatient.
My contractions weren’t consistent but they were definitely coming 3 in every 10 minutes, and we had been instructed to come back in at this point. I got Mike back up and we made the journey back to the Birthing Centre. It was a lot more painful this time. I climbed in the back and tried to lie on my side while cuddling my maternity pillow.
When we got to the centre around 4am I got hooked up again to the machine (stood this time as I was in pain and didn’t want to sit) and then had an internal to check my dilation. I was feeling really positive about this as I’d been imagining my cervix expanding with every contraction and sure I’d be at least 5 cm by now. I was 2cms. Gutted is not the word.
So, despite being in pain for what had been hours I wasn’t officially in labour and would have to go home again. I could have cried and the journey was getting longer and longer as the pain set in.
When we got home I got into bed on all fours on my trusty maternity pillow and tried to sleep. Ha! I think I did manage little dozes in between contractions and probably stayed there for half an hour. Then made my way down to the bathroom floor then Gabriella’s bed, where I stayed groaning for more hours while Mike slept. I’ve no idea how long this took but the contractions felt stronger despite not getting closer together or in fact regular. I was sure though that it must be time to go back to the centre so we made the painful journey again – at least if I was 4cm I could stay and get some pain relief.
To cut a long story short I was still only 3cm (at very most) and we were disappointingly sent home for the 3rd time to ‘wait it out’ until the contractions were either a lot stronger (seriously) or we it was 9pm when we could go into the Wansbeck (it was around 9am at this point). So depressing! I basically spent the day prowling from room to room like a trapped bear, mooing and trying to make low noises, which is supposed to help open your cervix, and imagining what I could remember from the hypnobirthing – my special beach, waves lapping, opening cervix, descending baby, breathing in golden light, etc.
This probably would have been an ideal opportunity to listen to my hypnobirthing CD or read some Ina May about how to progress labour but I couldn’t face doing ANYTHING. I couldn’t eat, sit, think. I couldn’t even get on all fours at this point because baby was back to back and the pain was excruciating! And, sitting on the loo? It would bring on a horrendous contraction. It took me a few days to be able to look a toilet in the eye again (I exaggerate of course, all was forgotten once babe came out). Basically all I could do was walk and as I walked my ankles got bigger and bigger.
Because I couldn’t face the 20 min journey in the car going back to the Birth Centre, the day became a waiting game trying to calm down the contractions so I could cope until 8pm when we could leave to the Hospital. I didn’t give a shit anymore about being induced. I was disappointed about not going to the birth centre and I was worried that I would end up having a c-section but I needed pain relief and a rest. I was also so upset that I hadn’t decided to go to the RVI as I would have been induced hours earlier and this might have all been over!
Every hour was like a year but the time finally came when we could leave for the hospital – we had asked if we could go in earlier but they were so busy 9pm was the earliest point I would be seen so it was better to stick it out at home.
One painful last ride later Mike dropped me off outside the hospital. And, this was not my finest moment. I was still wearing the lace summer dress I’d been wearing on Friday afternoon to Mike’s Godson’s 3rd Birthday party, I had a pair of white ankle socks, my slippers and to top it off my fluffy dressing gown. I huffed and puffed down the hallway ever so slightly slower than a snail, stopping every few steps to have a contraction and make sex noises in the hallway (and I won’t mention that we went half a mile (to a snail) out of our way to the wrong unit first!).
Fortunately, they were expecting us and we went straight into the delivery room – which was very pleasant! Unfortunately, because of my waters breaking, I had to be monitored for the remainder of my labour and was therefore bedbound (something I really hadn’t wanted as I wanted an active labour to help progression – since pacing my house for 20 hours had done little to help anything other than the mother of all cankles dilate, it didn’t really matter).
I had another internal and guess what? 2-3cms. Are you freaking kidding me? I must be the biggest whimp known to man! Nonetheless, I demanded the drugs, and they put me straight on gas and air (nice but I have no idea why you want this in Ibiza!) and then decided to put me on Diamophine so I could get some rest. And, that’s just what we did, for the next 2 hours I was able to sleep! Mike curled up with my maternity pillow in a really uncomfortable looking seat and did the same.
We’re in the final straight now, although it took another 9 hours and because Reuben was back to back there was generally more pain (so I tell myself!), but it was pretty much a blur of just getting on with it. After my 2 hours kip I was 4cm dilated. Serious progress! But not enough for the hospital’s liking so I was put on a hormone drip to speed up the progression and because Reuben was back to back his heartbeat kept slipping off the radar so the midwife had to keep coming in and pressing the pad on my now hugely disfigured stomach – it was made up of 2 distinct lumps, most probably arms and legs.
What started to happen from then on was I got the urge to push. Bearing in mind that I was still only 4cm it was going to be like pushing a camel through the eye of a needle and the sensations were so painful I was now uncontrollably shouting the house down. I spent ages trying to resist this urge to push, sometimes managing it other times really not! This went on for ages and as the drugs were beginning to wear off I started asking about the heavy stuff…when the four hours were up I was able to have more Diamophine but it wasn’t taking the edge off this new pushing pain so I kept asking for an Epidural. The (one) anaesthetist was very busy that night (or so my midwife told me – maybe she thought I’d be better off without it…?) so it wasn’t possible but the midwife gave me a glimmer hope saying if I could stick with the gas and air for the next hour I might be ready to push. I have no sense of time so it might have been hours but I stuck with it and I’m really glad I did because I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to push him out if I did have an epidural, who knows?
Anyway, the time finally came when the midwife’s shift finished and I was fully dilated – she berated me for not hurrying up so she could see my baby and I said good-bye to my new best friend. The new midwife was just as lovely and I felt really comfortable with her (fortunately, because the first thing she did was stick her fingers up my fanny and then had to catheterise about 2 ltrs of urine out of my bladder. She told me that the baby had managed to turn itself around – so all those urges to push was most likely strong contractions that were repositioning the baby. Mental! Good job too as she thought I might have had to have a c-section if he stayed back-to-back, especially as I then began to push for a full hour with the baby’s head just crowning and disappearing again.
After the hour the doctors were brought in as Reuben’s heart rate was dropping, they started talking about vacuuming him out and rushed off to get the tools. In the meantime my midwife informed me that there was no way he was being sucked out and I could do it if she gave me a little cut. The other thing I really didn’t want!! Well, one little snip later, me apologising for wetting myself (it was actually just the final gush of my waters), 4 massive pushes (in which I must have looked like, I can’t even imagine actually, but really really bad!!), “he’s coming, he’s coming, PUUUUUSH!”
…and out popped my gorgeous little boy!
Mike was beside himself. As soon as he saw him, he told me he was a boy (although we’d been calling him a boy all the way through the pushing stages, so it didn’t feel like a surprise!) with big, lovely tears rolling down his face. He was kissing me and telling me how much he loved me, and it was the most beautiful moment of my life.
I then whipped my boobs out (still covered by lace dress!) and Reuben got placed straight onto me so we could have some skin-to-skin time (apparently very important for initial bonding) so he could have a route around to find my boobs while we waited for the umbilical cord to stop pulsing – we actually saw it still pumping blood into his little body. Finally the cord was cut, I had two loads of injections to get the placenta out, I gave birth to that too (I don’t think I actually saw it though), and I had my newly designer vagina sown up. All the while I just gazed at my baby and cuddled him in.
Here he is now 1 week old.
How things change from final flings to typing one handed and expressing with the other! Magic.
Hannah, I love it, well done both with that lovely boy and the great blog, x
Thank you, Lucy 🙂 xxx
Brilliant, hilarious! Fantastic little boy. Congratulations xx
Cried all the way through this post. You’re not a whimp you’re a super star. Back to back at least 100x more painful. Trust me. He’s so beautiful. You’re amazing xxx
Thanks for reassurance Annie, that’s good to know – mums-to-be get yourselves on all fours for the rest of your pregnancies! I’ll do a lot more next time to get baby in the right place…see?! What’s all this about next time?!
Can’t wait for you to meet him xxxx
This made me feel all smiley and uncomfortable all at the same time!! Well done lady, sounds like you had a rough ride! Im impressed you can already think about baby no.2 though! i have vowed that will never happen for me (not until my stitches have healed up and i am no longer in pain…. maybe then i’ll have a re-think!) Carter was also back to back and obviously i have no other experience to compare it too but i really really hope that it does hurt more then usual, maybe next time it wont be so bad?!
How are you finding the feeding? I hope you are both doing well and enjoying all the love in the air! xx
See, monique, you’ve inadvertently started to think about next time 😉 yes, I’m holding ania’s comment close to my heart and crawling around for my next pregnancy in the hope of having an easier, non back to back delivery!
Other than that we’re doing well, been home a week and it’s been a bit of a blur but feeding is going well thankfully 🙂 how about for you? X
aww Hannah, he’s absolutely gorgeous! I bet you’re all smitten! How is Gabby finding being a big sister? xx
Thanks Hannah 🙂 Gabby’s loving having a little brother (and she wasn’t too disappointed he was a boy in the end!)
xx
Thanks for sharing your birthing story. I looked forward to this post. It seems like you had a reaaaaaallly long journey to finally get your baby out. Ha! Anyway, it’s so worth it. Look how gorgeous he is.
You’re welcome Christine – thanks for making the mammoth effort to read it!!! Not long for you, hun, and you’ll be great and like you say, so worth it, he is just amazing (although I don’t think mike was so sure last night when he battled with the wee man till 2am to settle him!). Enjoy the last few weeks xxx
Hi Hannah
I just stumbled onto your blog via a post you made on the NHS website (about choosing where to have your baby) and it’s been such an interesting (and enlightening) read. Congrats on your beautiful Reuben!
I’m almost 26 weeks so starting to think about my birth plan and where to have baby etc. Have heard lots of positive things about hypnobirthing but alas the only class in Edinburgh is all booked out. Not sure I can self-teach if i buy the book/CD via Amazon but that’s about my only option! Seeing you talk positively about Ina May’s book, I might just get it now and start reading!
Thanks again for sharing your pregnancy & birth journey! All the best.
Hi Nikki,
Thanks so much for your comment – I love hearing from new people who find the site by accident! And, glad you’ve found it helpful and good luck with getting ready and deciding where to have your baby!
Definitely give the hypnobirthing a try – I’ll send you an email about it xx
Thank you for this great and not too scary description of what you went through, it seems no matter what happens and how you prepare, even if it doesn’t go as planned what really matters is when your perfect baby arrives and is in your arms.
Couldn’t have said it better myself AY xx are you due soon ? Good luck if so xxx
Hello I have just come across you’re blog tonight and read a lot of it! Im 23 weeks with my first baby, feeling completely clueless about pretty much everything and hugely paniced and anxious about labour. Just read this and it made me laugh and cry all at once. Thankyou for a lovely insight into such a huge experience you had! xx
Don’t be scared Rosie, it’ll be OK!! I actually re-read this myself the other day and blubbed at the end too! But while it was a hell of a few days, it was fantastic, so don’t worry about the Labour…what I wish I had done was actually read a book about what to do with a baby once it arrived. Clueless isn’t the word! enjoy the rest of your pregnancy hun xxx
Hey there!
I also just stumbled across your birth story as I saw your post on NHS website!
Thank you for sharing it with us!
You had a hard journey but a beautiful one in the end!
I’m glad I came across it, even though its made me a little scared..
As I’m typing this 3:25pm on the 1st of feb, I am to be admitted to hospital at 6:30pm tonight to get things going. My waters broke yesterday and sadly no contractions have started 🙁
I’ve tried everything!
But hey HO!
I’m terrified, but the only thing that’s keeping me going is knowing our little girl will be here hopefully by the weekend!!
Thank you for sharing your story! It’s made things more clear for me!
I too, like you, wanted a water birth, but know that it’s not an option now!
So here I am 38weeks+3days, ready to bring my little girl into the world!
(I hope I can do this!!). 🙂
Kate
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Hi Kate,
How exciting to have someone in labour comment!!! I’ve just posted another story, which I hope will give you hope 🙂 Read it here: http://www.mumsdays.com/labour/
Let us know how you get on
xx
Congratulations on the birth of your little boy. He’s gorgeous. And we’ll done for writing with a new born! Don’t know how you do it. Having a baby is the hardest but most exhilarating thing. I have done it twice myself & broody for another one. Crazy but you do forget the pain. Xxx Karen
Thank you Karen, writing about babies is a minefield, combine that with feeling knackered and wanting to put your feet up I often find it harder to write now and he’s nearly 6 months!!
I know, it’s incredible to think but I am starting to think in the family way…when we will have the next…?
xx
p.s. what would the next one be called? Truly, scrumptious and …?!
yep I too found this through the nhs website. Great blog !! Made me really giggle. My due date is today and amazingly my waters broke this morning at 6am so rang the hospital they said to come in cos babys movements had died down a bit and to go on the monitor. All is fine though, think she is just a lazy girl. Anyway they sent me home and im booked to be induced at 10 am tomorrow morning if contractions don’t start and so far its been 10 hours since my waters broke and hardly even a niggle. But fingers crossed that something starts soon as I too was hoping for an active labour but I guess ill find out soon xx
Oooh! Good luck Anoushka!! I’m loving this live commenting while in labour stuff 😀 hopefully you’ll be like Nikki too (http://www.mumsdays.com/labour/) – her waters broke, she had a few niggles and a full night’s kip (I’m not jealous at all…!) then went into hospital and was 4cm dilated so didn’t need to be induced!! Please let me know how you get on and what you have! Xxxx
Hi. This made me laugh and cry 🙂 Your little boy is gorgeous. I’m due in a few weeks and despite feeling scared stiff, I’m trying to keep in mind to see what happens; this really helped x
So glad it helped Kelly and didn’t stress you out!! Remember your body is totally different so don’t get fixated on anything but thinking positive thoughts when you’re in labour!! Good luck and let me know how you get on xxx
Loved this story!!! I am currently sat here 8 days overdue petrified about my impending induction on Monday.
I have been doing hypnobirthing and so far have had a great pregnancy and being induced or going so late really wasn’t part of my plan.
I think I’m probably more scared of the’un-known’and the statistics that it is more painful, more chance of needing an assisted delivery or c-section etc
I guess I just need to keep thinking positively and what will be will be and like you say I’m sure I will forget all about it once my little bundle of joy is here!
Thank you for writing about your birth, I really enjoyed reading it!
Xx
Thanks so much for you comment Jodie…I wonder if you’ve had your baby by now?! I would LOVE to hear how it all went!
hxx
Hi Hannahit’s been a long time since anyone posted on this so I don’t know how ‘active’ the ‘thread’ is anymore but just to say how cute your boy is and how entertaining and inspiring your birth story was, especially having read the earlier home birth quandary one which I had come to after reading about home births on NHS Choices. I am 32 weeks and seriously considering a home birth but I think your experiences underline how important it is to have an idea but not necessarily a plan. He must be a big boy now! Amelia x
Thanks for your comment Amelia!! He is a big boy, 2 in August 🙂 Good luck with your choice, love, I have some wonderful stories from successful home births here, which might help you see it is possible!! If we move closer to the hospital for number 2 (which there are no plans for!) then I’d definitely consider a home birth 😀 Good luck with your decision and keep checking in! xxx
Hey again Hannah, I was chuffed you were still maintaining this website/blog – it’s such a witty and grown up forum (without any of the netmums pitfalls, I.e. scathing/judgemental/anything but comradely! I live very close to a maternity hospital though incidentally not the one I’m “booked” at as moved since conception so have to hope midwives from homebirth team would be happy to attend me off patch (my midwife knows I’ve moved but doesn’t mind) and, perhaps more crucially, that Baby Blue decides to turn as he is breech atm :/ So for me the issue is more one of embracing the concept of giving birth without the medicalised environment we pregnant women have become so conditioned to and feeling 100% confident that there isn’t any more risk giving birth by the bookcase than in a birth centre when I’m a third time mom anyway! Thanks so much for pointing me towards the birth stories which I am about to get stuck into :))) xx
6 months on i still feel a bit disappointed the way my birth went and that i ended up having the epidural. 45 hours the epiduaral was the other option to throwing myself out of the window!! Mine was very similar in the fact of i just was not dialling but in horrific pain, (no warming up pains just straight to business). I feel a lot differently now i have read your post, thank you for sharing xx
Oh Jade, I’m so sorry you still feel disappointed about your birth. Love, it is not always easy but you did an amazing thing. Maybe go and see someone about it, talk it through – it might help you to look back on it more positively. I’m glad I could have helped in a small way too though 🙂 thanks for your comment and if you’d like to write up your birth story for me to share on the blog, I’d love to have it! xxxx
Well done Hannah! You did brilliantly! What a cutie. Brought back memories reading this (although mine experience was totally different) but that moment when you meet your baby is just so special…getting teary thinking about it. I do think we beat ourselves up too much about the whole birth thing. I had complications in pregnancy (OC) and had to be induced early so knew the natural thing wasn’t going to happen. Ended up with an emergency c-section but she came out in the end, healthy and beautiful and that’s all that matters in the end. xx