I don’t want to share too much about this story as I don’t want to give anything away!
In some ways this birth story reminds me of my second birth…where what I had envisaged and what actually happened were two very different things!
Sometimes hypnobirths are long and calm.
And sometimes they are fast and furious!
Sometimes women use all of their techniques.
Sometimes breathing and movement (and some toilet sitting) are the only tools used.
Here is Geordie’s birth story, as written by his superstar mother, Chloe!
Our birth experience was pretty wild and amazing. Not sure if we mentioned that we had wanted to do a home birth but felt unsure so went with hospital? Well…we got our home birth!
They way I had envisioned using hypnobirthing went out the window…my carefully curated music playlists, yoga poses, affirmation…it all happened too quickly to do anything but trust my instincts and breathe!
My waters broke at 6.36pm on Tuesday 26 May. Iain was at work so I waited for him to get home, then we went to hospital at about 7:30pm. I started having contractions pretty much immediately after my waters broke, but they were totally manageable. I was somewhat surprised though as from the very beginning they were 4 to 5 minutes apart.
Arriving at the hospital, I still felt fine and was coping really well, but the contractions were definitely starting to get stronger. We were at the hospital from 7:45pm until about 9:15pm. They checked and confirmed that my waters has broke but I declined a vaginal exam.
We had actually been at the hospital already that day to discuss induction (I was 40+2) which we had also declined, making a plan to talk again in a day or so.
So we’re at the hospital and the surges are getting stronger. Like pretty intense in that I couldn’t hide the way I had to focus and work to get though them. But they recommended that we head home saying that I was still in early labour and it could be 3 days before we meet our baby. They did say we could stay, but we would be admitted to the ward and then not allowed to leave.
I wanted to do as much labouring at home as I could so we agreed we would head back there as they suggested. However I did feel it was a little strange because to me, the surges were feeling really strong by now. As we walked out of the hospital, the surges stopped me from walking and I would keel over and collapse at the knees. I think we missed an elevator or two because of it!
I felt really sick coming home in the car as each surge continued to get stronger.
We stopped at the chemist because the midwives said we needed a thermometer. Iain was 7 minutes inside… I know because now I was really feeling it and it was so uncomfortable in the passenger seat of my Mini.
We got home about 9:45pm and from then on it was intense. I couldn’t believe how full on it was especially because I thought I was only in early labour, as that’s what they told me at hospital. So I was thinking, how the hell am I going to manage when it really ramps up? Little did I know!
I was in and out of shower, on the bed, off the bed trying to find where I felt most comfortable. By this point, my surges were 1 or 2 minutes apart.
Iain called the hospital 3 times over about 1 hour, saying that it appeared as though I was in active labour, but they still maintained that they thought I was in early labour and said just to try to stay at home. They directed Iain to tell me to breathe through each contraction…so that’s what he was doing and that’s what I was doing.
Again I just couldn’t believe the intensity of this supposedly early labour. I remembered earlier the midwife had said to try to sleep. It must have been about 10:30pm and I was thinking there is no way I will sleep a wink! I couldn’t stay still.
Despite what my intuition was telling me, I convinced myself that I was just being dramatic and believed what the midwives were telling me, that I was in early labour.
So, I tried to breathe like Iain was telling me and practice my active birth techniques. Admittedly it was quite a challenge but I managed to breathe through every surge and to keep calm.
Around 11:00pm I was in the shower again…I kept saying to Iain that the baby was coming and that I felt an urge to push. He was like “No don’t push, just breathe babe it’s not time yet, you’ve got this!”
So I resisted the urge to push. It wasn’t so much an urge to push I guess but rather I felt something moving through me.
I got out of the shower and went to go to bed, but then suddenly decided to sit on the toilet. I think I thought that if it wasn’t a baby it must be a poo!
I sat down for not even half a second…and then…Geordie started to crown! I hadn’t even pushed.
I felt with my hand and said to Iain, “I can feel his head!” I asked him to look, and he confirmed it was our baby’s head. Then I asked him to call an ambulance. He ran to get his phone which was just a few meters away and when he turned around, Geordie was in my arms! Iain didn’t even get a chance to dial 000.
I caught Geordie in my hands as I stood up off the toilet. I knew he was coming and suddenly thought I didn’t want him to land it the toilet so I stood up and that was it!
He was born at 11:36pm. Exactly 5 hours to the minute after my waters broke.
So after we had thought about having a home birth but out of fear decided to go with the hospital, Geordie decided he wanted to be born at home. It was meant to be!
It wasn’t scary at all. Especially the part when he was actually born. I felt really calm and it was pretty bloody amazing. We’re still in awe over it.
We did call the paramedics shortly after and they arrived straight away. They were great. They did suggest on arrival to give me the drug to get my placenta out but I declined and requested some time for it to happen naturally as well as up to an hour to breastfeed and have skin to skin. They were happy to wait and very patient. Geordie took to the boob pretty quickly and enjoyed his first feed for quite a while.
The placenta didn’t come while we were at home.
At 1:00am we headed off to the hospital in the ambulance.
On arrival the midwives said the doctor would be coming in soon and would suggest that I have the drug to help birth my placenta. I said I didn’t want that and they warned me that I could end up in surgery to have it taken out if I didn’t. I didn’t appreciate that they made me feel afraid.
One midwife left the room and the the other suggested I sit on the toilet. So I did and 3 minutes later out came the placenta.
Ultimately we got the exact birth experience we had hoped for. No drugs, no interventions, and a beautiful healthy baby.
I only lost about 30ml of blood during birth, had no tearing, and, upon checking later, next to no abdominal separation.
We checked ourselves out of the hospital at 11:00am. They wanted me to stay until at least 7:00pm to continue to monitor my gestational diabetes but I declined. Geordie had 3 blood sugar tests already all of which were perfect so we didn’t think it was necessary. I never really believed I had GDM anyway because my BGL were always low while I was pregnant, despite apparently testing positive.
So that was that!
What a magical experience and what a whirlwind. It was truly wonderful and we could not have dreamed for a better outcome.