haylz9
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Talila is now almost 3 months old so I thought it was about time to post my birth story : )!
The last few weeks of my pregnancy dragged along slowly. I was filled with so much impatience and anticipation at the thought of finally meeting my little girl. As my due date grew closer I truly believed I would never go into labor. I was quite certain that Id still be pregnant once my due date had passed. That didnt stop my love and I from talking to the little one inside my belly and asking her to come and meet us every night.
Just after midnight on the 7th of September I began to feel my belly tighten. I realise now it had been tightening before this but it had not been strong enough to capture my attention. Brett slept beside me and I held of waking him, as I didnt want to jinx it and I still thought this could be a false alarm. An hour passed and I was starting to feel as though I may really be in labor so I woke up Brett. After this the tightening sensations came faster and faster. I knew that if this was labor it could go on for hours or even days so we tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned through the tightening and had no hope at all of getting any sleep.
Brett helped to relieve the pressure in my back with heat packs and massage. Nothing was slowing the intensity though. At 2am I still wasnt completely convinced that I was in labor. I was sitting up in bed trying to decide whether to call the midwife or not when I heard a pop and felt my waters trickle down my leg. Thats when I suddenly realised that this was real, that I was really going to my meet my little girl soon. Shortly after this I had my show. I then rang my midwife. At this stage I could barely talk through the contractions. She told me to try and get some rest, as we knew I could still have hours left and to call back when the contractions were closer together. The contractions grew rapidly in intensity and length. When I was having a contraction I would not want to be touched or talked to. In between contractions I felt funny and light headed almost as if I was high of all of the endorphins.
Soon though the contractions were coming so close together that I was unable to even rest in between them. We walked downstairs and my mother and Brett started filling the birth pool with warm water. During this time I tried to walk around and breathe through the contractions but I ended up slumped over on the stair well. I knew I was ready for the midwives to come. Brett rang my midwife at about 4am and they told us they were on their way. I was unable to think straight due to the intense sensation of each tightening. I hopped into the pool before it was even completely filled, as I was desperate for relief. Submerging myself into the warm water was instantly calming. I enjoyed the light feeling of floating and I was able to easily find comfortable positions. The room was dimly lit with candles and smoke from the burning incense wafted through the air. In the background I could hear the music my love and I had chosen to play along with the howling wind outside.
Not much time had passed and the contractions had grown even stronger. I started to wonder if I could handle it but I was still so excited and knew that each contraction was bringing me closer to meeting my little one. The intensity of the contractions was growing faster than I thought I could handle. As the pain would peak, I yelled out. Brett kept telling me how well I was doing but at this point I felt like I wasnt doing anything. The faith I had in my body was wavering. Little did I know my body was opening up rapidly and my little girl was moving down, closer and closer to earth.
After this the midwives arrived, it was about 4:30am. They told me what a good job I was doing and reminded me to breathe through the contractions and to trust in my body. I thrashed around in the water fully feeling every tightening in my belly, my back and my hips. The feelings made me nauseous. I called out that I couldnt do it anymore. Everyone reassured me that I could. I was thinking to much, thinking about how Id only been in labor for just over 2 hours and that it was still going to get worse, although I couldnt imagine how. Shortly after these thoughts, I started to calm down, I could breathe. I felt safe in the warm water. I felt so much love for the little girl who was on her way.
I asked my midwife to check me, as I had to know that I was progressing. She asked if I was sure as I would have been discouraged if I was only at a low number of centimeters. She told me to reach down and as I did I felt her head. I couldnt believe it was already there. Already time to push. My midwife listened to her heartbeat and told us it was strong. I asked Brett to come into the water. He sat behind me and with each contraction I would push back into him. The urge to push was all consuming and it was hard for me to wait until contractions to push, as my body just wanted her out. After a few pushes I could see her head, it eased in and out, slowly. I pushed as hard as I could. I was so close now and shivering with so many emotions. I kept pushing with all of my might. At 549am after 20 minutes of pushing Talila Jade was born.
There is no way to describe how it felt for my love and I to pull our little girl to the surface and hug her close to my chest. To finally meet the little girl whom Id always dreamt of. To watch her take her first breath and to drink in the world. At first there were no words. Just shaking and crying in disbelief, that this perfect tiny baby was real and she was ours, forever.
We stayed in the water together for a while after she was born, completely immersed in a love filled haze. Talila hadnt cried even as she was born, instead just making a little sound and then instantly settling. She was healthy, pink and content. We waited for the cord to stop pulsating before Brett cut it. Then I birthed the placenta. After this the water started to go cold and we all got out and cuddled up together on the longue for the first time as a family of three.
Giving birth was the hardest, most intense, most emotional, most amazing experience that Ive ever had. I could not imagine a more perfect welcome for my little girl.
The last few weeks of my pregnancy dragged along slowly. I was filled with so much impatience and anticipation at the thought of finally meeting my little girl. As my due date grew closer I truly believed I would never go into labor. I was quite certain that Id still be pregnant once my due date had passed. That didnt stop my love and I from talking to the little one inside my belly and asking her to come and meet us every night.
Just after midnight on the 7th of September I began to feel my belly tighten. I realise now it had been tightening before this but it had not been strong enough to capture my attention. Brett slept beside me and I held of waking him, as I didnt want to jinx it and I still thought this could be a false alarm. An hour passed and I was starting to feel as though I may really be in labor so I woke up Brett. After this the tightening sensations came faster and faster. I knew that if this was labor it could go on for hours or even days so we tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned through the tightening and had no hope at all of getting any sleep.
Brett helped to relieve the pressure in my back with heat packs and massage. Nothing was slowing the intensity though. At 2am I still wasnt completely convinced that I was in labor. I was sitting up in bed trying to decide whether to call the midwife or not when I heard a pop and felt my waters trickle down my leg. Thats when I suddenly realised that this was real, that I was really going to my meet my little girl soon. Shortly after this I had my show. I then rang my midwife. At this stage I could barely talk through the contractions. She told me to try and get some rest, as we knew I could still have hours left and to call back when the contractions were closer together. The contractions grew rapidly in intensity and length. When I was having a contraction I would not want to be touched or talked to. In between contractions I felt funny and light headed almost as if I was high of all of the endorphins.
Soon though the contractions were coming so close together that I was unable to even rest in between them. We walked downstairs and my mother and Brett started filling the birth pool with warm water. During this time I tried to walk around and breathe through the contractions but I ended up slumped over on the stair well. I knew I was ready for the midwives to come. Brett rang my midwife at about 4am and they told us they were on their way. I was unable to think straight due to the intense sensation of each tightening. I hopped into the pool before it was even completely filled, as I was desperate for relief. Submerging myself into the warm water was instantly calming. I enjoyed the light feeling of floating and I was able to easily find comfortable positions. The room was dimly lit with candles and smoke from the burning incense wafted through the air. In the background I could hear the music my love and I had chosen to play along with the howling wind outside.
Not much time had passed and the contractions had grown even stronger. I started to wonder if I could handle it but I was still so excited and knew that each contraction was bringing me closer to meeting my little one. The intensity of the contractions was growing faster than I thought I could handle. As the pain would peak, I yelled out. Brett kept telling me how well I was doing but at this point I felt like I wasnt doing anything. The faith I had in my body was wavering. Little did I know my body was opening up rapidly and my little girl was moving down, closer and closer to earth.
After this the midwives arrived, it was about 4:30am. They told me what a good job I was doing and reminded me to breathe through the contractions and to trust in my body. I thrashed around in the water fully feeling every tightening in my belly, my back and my hips. The feelings made me nauseous. I called out that I couldnt do it anymore. Everyone reassured me that I could. I was thinking to much, thinking about how Id only been in labor for just over 2 hours and that it was still going to get worse, although I couldnt imagine how. Shortly after these thoughts, I started to calm down, I could breathe. I felt safe in the warm water. I felt so much love for the little girl who was on her way.
I asked my midwife to check me, as I had to know that I was progressing. She asked if I was sure as I would have been discouraged if I was only at a low number of centimeters. She told me to reach down and as I did I felt her head. I couldnt believe it was already there. Already time to push. My midwife listened to her heartbeat and told us it was strong. I asked Brett to come into the water. He sat behind me and with each contraction I would push back into him. The urge to push was all consuming and it was hard for me to wait until contractions to push, as my body just wanted her out. After a few pushes I could see her head, it eased in and out, slowly. I pushed as hard as I could. I was so close now and shivering with so many emotions. I kept pushing with all of my might. At 549am after 20 minutes of pushing Talila Jade was born.
There is no way to describe how it felt for my love and I to pull our little girl to the surface and hug her close to my chest. To finally meet the little girl whom Id always dreamt of. To watch her take her first breath and to drink in the world. At first there were no words. Just shaking and crying in disbelief, that this perfect tiny baby was real and she was ours, forever.
We stayed in the water together for a while after she was born, completely immersed in a love filled haze. Talila hadnt cried even as she was born, instead just making a little sound and then instantly settling. She was healthy, pink and content. We waited for the cord to stop pulsating before Brett cut it. Then I birthed the placenta. After this the water started to go cold and we all got out and cuddled up together on the longue for the first time as a family of three.
Giving birth was the hardest, most intense, most emotional, most amazing experience that Ive ever had. I could not imagine a more perfect welcome for my little girl.
