The Birth of Nicholas

It was just an average Wednesday night at my house. We had just finished dinner and were having some family time before Alexia was off to bed.I was sitting on the couch watching the two of them play when I thought I had peed myself. The first thought that went through my head was “yep serves me right for not doing my pelvic floor exercise’s”. I mean I get daily reminders on IG so I really shouldn’t forget. Anyways off I went to freshen up. I sat back down for only a few minutes and it happened again! What was going on I thought? and then the thought started crossing my mind “Is this my waters?” I mean I was only 36 weeks that day, it’s a little early.My husband could see the look of concern on my face and asked what was I thinking, I told him I kept peeing myself but I think it’s actually my waters, and like the typical male he is his response was “how am I meant to know?” I needed a second opinion, perhaps a female one this time, so I called my mother in law. She didn’t think it was, she told me I would no as it should be gushing out. But mother’s intuition, I knew it had to be my waters.

Alexia wasn’t well that night she had one of the worse ear infections she has ever had, so my mind got side tracked. I went to bed and decided that I would see what happened in the morning. We were both up bright and early, the waters slowed down so my mind was focused on getting Alexia to the doctors. By the time, I finished at the doctors with Alexia that adult nappy proved to me it was definitely my waters. I was ready to take Alexia to the hospital with me, but by some miracle I ran into my sister in law who was able to watch her. I got to the hospital and for the next 6 hours it was just a waiting game. All the doctors were too busy to see me and because I was 36.1 the midwifes were not allowed to touch me. So, with nothing to do but wait I was scrolling Instagram and Facebook for those 6 hours (somehow that 20% battery lasted). Finally, the doctors came to see me and confirmed my mother’s intuition, my waters were broken. It was funny because the doctor asked why I didn’t come in sooner, as being in the 36 weeks mark I could easily catch an infection. I was so tempted to say I was here 6 hours ago, but better not piss of the lady who had the tools in her hands, so close to my you no!! So here I was admitted to hospital thinking that my little man would be earth side with in that night or early morning. “Yeh right mum” By this time my head space was everywhere I was so excited with the anticipation that I would soon meet my beautiful little boy, but so sad that I had not seen or spoken to Alexia in a bloody long time.  My husband came to bring my stuff, and I was so excited for some form of interaction, that didn’t involve poking and pricking me. But with no signs of contractions yet, I sent him home to be with my little girl.

A few hours later, the doctors came around and told me that if my contractions didn’t start by morning, they would induce me. So, I got a good night sleep ready for the next big day (again or so I thought). I was up at 5 and getting myself ready, makeup and all, the nurse walked in and laughed at me. Please explain to me what else there is to do at 5am in the morning when they don’t even give you a TV in your room? Plus, if I look good, I feel good. Now I was waiting to find out what time I would be induced so I could call my husband to come, there was no use him sitting next to me, with no TV and only hospital food… well lucky we were in a hospital, because he may have needed medical attention. Now here is the thing, with constant rotation of doctors, what one promises the other doesn’t deliver. I asked the new doctor on that shift when I was being induced but I was only 36.1 so this other doctor didn’t want to do it, but they would review with the doctor on the previous shift. So, for the next few hours, I walked and walked and walked waiting to hear back from someone. I kid you not I did 15km walking the hospital over and over again (thanks Fitbit). After I started running out of breath I went back to my room to see what the verdict was and it was “GO HOME DANIELLA” come back next Wednesday when you are 37 weeks and we will induce you. Well I went a little UFC on the poor Doctor, who was yes from another shift. I tried to explain that I was told off from the very first doctor for not coming in as soon as my waters broke, because Nicholas was premmie and an infection could be highly dangerous. I was being medicated to prevent infection via IV, how could you just send me home? His response “take some oral medication and just relax at home”. My blood was boiling! But I did what I was told.

The next morning, I woke up to blood, I cursed myself, why did I go home? Why didn’t I refuse to leave the hospital? I rang them straight away to explain the situation but they told me it was normal and not to be concerned as it wasn’t BRIGHT. A few hours passed and it happened again, called again and same response. I was in two minds, you hear so many horror stories about not making it to the hospital in time and situations go wrong, I didn’t want that, but I knew the reality that they were overcrowded and would only send me home. My husband suggested we go out for a few hours to get my mind side tracked and try to relax as we still had 4 days until they would induce me. We went to visit Robert’s uncle and must have only been there an hour when it happened again, I told Rob to take me straight to the hospital and the only way they would discharge me is by physically throwing me out of the hospital themselves. (Those hormones got me dramatic good).

I got to hospital and waited another 4 hours before someone came to see me. I don’t know what is worse, waiting for the doctors to hurry up and come, or watching your husband’s face waiting for the doctors to come. I sent him outside that many times to have a smoke, even though he didn’t want to. I finally got examined and there was nothing new to report, I didn’t even say anything, I think my facial expressions alone said it. The doctor didn’t address me, only my husband, she told him to go home as they were admitting me. I would have honestly loved for someone to take a picture of my face then.

So, by the time they got me into a ward it was 11pm. I was so excited I actually had a room to myself with a TV. I think I could do the next few days here. Somehow, I think Nicholas knew I was a little excited, as 1 hour later exactly at 12am on Sunday July 8th 2018 my first contraction stated. And it was nothing like the contractions that I experienced with Alexia, they were intense my whole body was shaking. The nurse just happened to walk past and look at me in shock. I couldn’t even get my words out properly to say I was in labour, she walked into my room and said I’m getting the doctors down now. I was 4cm. You know how they say that walking brings on labour, well after the 15kms I walked before yes, I imagine that it brings on labour.

So, I called my husband to tell him to come down to the hospital, his mobile rings out, I try again and again, seriously!!  I try the house phone, nothing. I tried for 15 minutes, what was this man doing!! He made sure his phone was on loud before he left the hospital, how could he be sleeping through this, his going to miss the birth. So, I jump onto Facebook, nope he hasn’t been active in 2 hours. Checked when my next-door neighbour was last active, 3 hours ago. My head was just spinning by this time. I tried my mother in laws phone, no answer, my father in law the same thing. Finally, the brother in law came through, very casually like what are you doing up? I think then I was ready to burst out into laughter. I explained that I was in labour and I urgently needed for someone to drive to my house to wake up my husband, and told him he might need a brick to break the window as I doubt he would even here the bloody door bell.

Alleluia the doorbell woke him!! He arrived and I felt a lot calmer.

I asked the midwife if I could go in the bath, as that’s what I did with Alexia’s birth (until the last minute when she had to be vacuumed out). I had no need for any pain medication, the contractions were mild all because of the water. The water was gold. But because Nicholas was premmie I had to be hooked up to the monitors the whole time. So, I was laying on the bed flat on my back, it was so uncomfortable! And there my husband was stretched out on his comfortable recliner playing soccer on his phone, was he serious! But its ok, I made him feel bad every time the contractions hit.

I had 2 sets of midwifes before Nicholas was born and both of them unfortunately made me feel nervous and agitated. The nurses hardly checked on me, the power actually went out in my room and they didn’t notice until my husband alerted them. They also kept trying to get me to take some form of pain relive (I was more than a little loud) but I didn’t want it, I wanted it to be as similar experience to Alexia’s birth as possible. At this stage I was happy the visits got minimal. When they did check, me I was still only 4cm, I was in for a longer ride than I thought.

It was now 8.15am in the morning and the new midwife on shift came in along with a training midwife, she asked if I minded I said no. (After all, we all need to start somewhere.) And these two ladies were my angles. I had never felt calmer around a midwife this pregnancy then I did at that moment. I was so exhausted at this stage I said to her, I either need to pee or push or something out, she didn’t even check if I had dilated anymore, she said you know what you need to do. (I’m actually crying now as I’m writing this, because if it wasn’t for these ladies, things I think would have been so different) I started to push and it was all happening, it would have happened earlier if the attention was a little more attentive. 15 minutes later, I held the most precious boy in my hands. He was here, early but safe. Our bonding needs were met this time around, we did delayed cord clamping for 20 minutes and the skin on skin time with him was beautiful. I wish it happened with Alexia.

This experience was one I will never forget. They checked Nicholas through and he was perfect, he even weighed more than Alexia when she was born. I guess him coming that little bit earlier was a blessing for my HELLO!

The lead up to his birth might have been a little frustrating and terrifying, but those last 15 minutes when I stated to push, that birth experience itself was beautiful. And that is defiantly thanks to my beautiful midwifes Suzie and Tess. (Tess was the training midwife, she had only been to 4 other births, but Nicholas was her first catch).

So, it may not have been the dream labour, the labour I envisioned, but I had the dream baby in my arms, and that’s more than I could ever ask for.

Much Love

Daniella xIMG_1720IMG_1967IMG_1973IMG_1975IMG_1859IMG_1873

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s