This story is from Kirra about the birth of her first born baby, in the water!
I was 39+4 weeks when I went into labour for the first time. And I'm not talking pre-labour this was proper labour, I went into the hospital and my mind made me start to panic. I scared off my labour! The adrenalin coursing through my body made it stop progressing. So I went home - For 3 days I had annoying contractions with no progress, I had 3 stretch & sweeps which only seemed to make the contractions angry lol. At 40 wks I went in to get acupuncture to help induce my labour. My acupuncture was at 3pm and I went home feeling more relaxed then I had in days.
Once I got home I managed to have a nap which was amazing. I remember going downstairs to check on the dog and while walking back upstairs thinking I had wet myself but no my waters had FINALLY broken! I called julie to let her know and she said to try to get some sleep because I would need my energy for the labour ahead. I went to bed at 8:30pm and woke up at 11pm to a sickening, grinding pop in my abdomen (we think bub had gotten himself into a position where labour couldn’t go any further and the grinding was him getting his arm in a different position) and then my labour was ON. I got in the shower while my partner, Mark, ran around getting everything together and when I ran out of hot water I went over to my mums to use hers. Once I arrived at my mums it was straight back in the shower. By now it was about midnight and I had hit the transitional stage, I abused mum's shower because the water wasn’t in the right spot, it wasn’t hot enough, it was too hot, it wasn’t long enough and the tub wasn’t wide enough, I couldn’t get my knees comfortable. You name it I was unhappy with it. I started to freak out and mum pulled me back together and made me stop crying by speaking calmly with me; she called my midwife Julie and they decided it was time that I go in.
Unfortunately, my body had other ideas, my knees gave out in the lounge room and I didn’t think I could get up because he was coming. I needed to push so bad. Now all through my pregnancy I had said I didn’t want a water birth, for some reason I thought the idea was gross haha. But in that instant laying on the carpet in my mums living room I knew that I wanted that pool. My partner helped me get dressed and to the car and I started crying again because I couldn’t sit properly. From my mum's to the hospital it’s about a 5 minute drive and by the time we got there I couldn’t walk because bub had descended so low. Julie took over from my mum, getting me to kneel backwards in a wheelchair and taking me upstairs while mum quickly parked the car. My son was head on view as we got into the birth suite and I went straight back in the shower. The tub wasn’t ready when I arrived and it takes 20 minutes to fill. So in the shower I sat rocking back and forth on my hands and knees with julie talking to me. She informed me later that between every contraction I was asking her if the tub was full yet!
Finally it was and I got in on my hands and knees again and I allowed myself to push.
I listened to my body and felt as though he was coming to quick and placed my hand on his head to control how fast he would be coming out. I started screaming at my mum and Julie that he was stuck but they urged me that everything was fine, that it would all be over soon.
Then at 1:00am weighing 8pd8 or 3.855 kg, Cooper James Reeve entered the world. He had his fist up next to his head which had torn me internally but my perineum stayed intact. My labour had lasted 2.5 hours and I can't remember a lot of it. One thing I will always remember is the support and care that came from Julie. I am blessed to have known her and to have had her with me when I welcomed my son into the world. She was a phenomenal support and more then that she became a friend. I couldn’t have done this without her and I am so thankful that she was there for me.