...And then there were three07:53:00
If you have been following along on Facebook you would have seen that we welcomed a new addition to our family.
Our little man came out into the world screaming at 2pm on Thursday 7th August.
I wasn't sure if I should or wanted to write a bit about about how the birth went. I have read many a birth story on people's blogs and they are always fascinating to read. I know I shouldn't compare but I don't think I could convey it like many other bloggers have done in sharing some of their amazing birth stories and emotion filled versions of their births. I just don't write like that. However I decided that for the purposes of memory (not that you could ever forget birthing a baby), it would be good to add it to the Windmill Paddock story. Now don't get me wrong on the emotion front. I may have shed a tiny tear or two when little Oliver came out. I was bursting with pride, love, nitrous oxide and crazy 'oh my god did that just happen' thoughts and feelings. It was unbelievable, but in the end I find I am quite matter of fact when it comes to labour.
I didn't have a birth plan, there was no music playing in the background, there was no sandalwood incensed candles burning, I didn't meditate or bring in my comfy pillow from home. (Not that there is anything wrong with all that if thats your thing.)
I went into hospital on a Thursday morning and I had a baby. This is how it went down. Matter of factly speaking....
Cam and I went into hospital at 7.30am and I was hooked up to the CTG machine. You could say I was very excited, yet a little bit anxious about what lie ahead. I knew what was coming.
The doctor broke my waters at 8am and we meandered and walked laps around the hospital grounds, checking in for monitoring with my wonderful midwife every 1/2 hr or so. Of course nothing happened so it was onto the drip and syntocinon from 10am.
Now we were talking! Within 20 minutes, the first of the contractions started and they continued on every 3 minutes getting stronger and stronger as the hours clocked on over. The doctor came back at 1pm to check up on me and see how it was all progressing and was very happy to report I was 3 cm dilated and that he would be back at about 4pm again that afternoon. It was at this point I said to Cam that I think I might need to get on the gas very, very soon.
As soon as he left which was only 20 minutes later, 1:20pm; the next wave of contractions started and I was ready to suck on that gas. Kneeling down, leaning over the bed was the most comfortable position and it was here that I stayed. I was in the zone.
After about three or so awful contractions, I said to the midwife that I think I'm going to need something stronger than gas, thinking in my head how the hell am I going to be able to sustain this until 4pm. Holy Crap!! She assured me there were plenty of notches left on the gas to go up, gave my back a little massage and told me I was doing just great.
Well you wouldn't believe how fast things progressed from here on. The next couple of contractions I remember were really intense and I could actually feel my insides opening. All of a sudden in the throws of one huge contraction I felt the head come down. I couldn't talk because I breathing in that bad boy gas so hard at this stage, I could only wave my hand in the air pointing my finger down and screaming out as if to say Puuuuuuuuuusssssshhhhhhh!!!
Cam said the next thing you know the midwife had one look down, her eyes nearly popped out of her head and she adamantly told me 'NO PUSHING ELISHA'. She could see the top of his head. "Just pant". So pant I did as she wacked her hand on the emergency button like it was nobodies business. All I could hear was "Call the doctor back please, hurry" and "go and get this and this and go and get that" to the nurses that had suddenly rushed into the room.
'The heads out' the midwife says next. I swear I didn't even feel it happen and then it was one more push and Oliver was out! A total of 18 minutes flat. WOW!!
The doctor made it back just in time.
Then my not so little baby was handed up to me. His dark skin and black hair, screaming his little lungs out. A healthy 9.5 pounds, 53.5 cm long boy born at two o'clock in the afternoon. I was so certain it was going to be a girl and that was a great surprise in itself.
Oliver Michael. Our little man.
No retained placenta like last time; phew!! A second degree tear and some stitches to boot and all was good. My doctor even said that I didn't have to test my blood glucose anymore.
I was now a mum to three.
Cam was awesome as usual. He didn't have to do much. Just be there and be there he was. Love him to bits. I know he is really, really secretly happy that we had a boy. The succession plan is back on track and there is no outnumbering of the female kind in this house. he he
I was home the next afternoon to the comforts of home and the last 10 days have absolutely flown by but have been smooth sailing so far. Hugh and Edith are smitten and think Oliver is pretty alright, except that he sleeps way too much!
Thank you for all the well wishes and I look forward to sharing with you how life as a family of five unfolds.
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