I can hear you mutter under your breath just reading the title; here she goes sharing all the gory details of her birth story like everyone else does.
Not quite, but I thought I’d touch on it a little and mainly reflect on what I found helpful (or not!) in the run up to our birth and mostly how I was feeling about the whole thing.
When I was pregnant I constantly searched online and read books about what I could expect when I went into labour. Dave and I also signed up for the local NCT classes in a bid to meet like-minded people in the same stage of their lives but also to swat up on what the hell was going to happen when the big day came around.
I’m sure if you’re reading this and have had a baby or are currently expecting you have found that lots of women, some you don’t even know, like to tell you their story of how awful labour was and all about their problems in the aftermath. Only 1 person shared a positive birth story with me when I was pregnant with LT. This all added to my anxiety of what was going to happen.
This scan picture made it all feel very real!
It is only now since having LT that I can honestly say I was absolutely terrified of giving birth. I never once admitted it beforehand and made out that I was super relaxed and would just go with it on the day but this was definitely not the case. I was afraid. I didn’t know how I was going to feel, I didn’t know when it was going to happen, I didn’t know how my body would cope but overall I knew it was going to hurt like hell and I am terrible with pain!
The Waiting Game.
For me, once my due date came around I became totally fed up of waiting and wanted it to be over and our little baby to make an entrance. The waiting game was the worst.
Eventually, it all started with an almighty gush, quite literally. I had the classic TV moment of my waters breaking just as I got out of our car after a walk on the beach. And then…nothing, all day we waited and nothing happened until the evening when my contractions felt like they were coming thick and fast. It felt like the evening went on forever and I was finding it harder and harder but it had only just begun. We called the hospital who said to come in which I was happy about as the longer it went on the more anxious I became.
I could give you an hour by hour account of what happened next but the long and short of it was that I eventually got to 5cm and in went for the epidural, thank the lord! I am not shy in saying I wanted all the drugs they were prepared to pump into me for some relief.
I take my hat off to any woman who can do it without, you are truly amazing. Time went on and we went from Sunday into Monday; the decision was then made for me, I had to have an emergency C section and was told that our baby would be here within the next 40 minutes. I felt an overwhelming excitement that we would finally meet our new addition but at the same time, a little bit disappointed that my body hadn’t done what it was supposed to and I couldn’t deliver our baby myself.
It’s a girl, and there she was in front of our very eyes. Amazing.
I think that until you have actually experienced it yourself, you can’t quite put it into words how many emotions you go through whilst in labour. It is one of the most natural things in the world, yet somehow, so un-natural (well in my opinion anyway). The pain is something else and the recovery is somehow a little worse. However, at the end of the day, it hasn’t put me off and I would definitely do it again, just not for a year or so until my body recovers!!
How was your birth experience? Did you share any of my feelings leading up to it? I would love to hear from you so please leave your comments below.
Until next time….
Be excellent to each other.
The Taylors. xxx
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