By Mummy Contributor Jade Kelly (@jadeakelly_)
There have been plenty of negative and horror birthing stories circulating lately - which, let's be honest, scares the absolute crap out of mothers-to-be. Isn't it enough that we’re already nervous to give birth? I mean, come on people. I believe positivity is key with everything and anything to do with pregnancy and birth.
So, I'm going to put a stop to that negative energy and spread some good juju by sharing my great birthing experiences with you, in the most real and honest way I can.
It was 6pm on Friday, 12th April, 2013. I was reading a book, sipping my tea and waiting for hubby to get home from work. I started to get mild cramping that was slightly uncomfortable, kind of like period pain. I honestly thought nothing of it as I'd been having Braxton Hicks contractions for weeks that felt similar to what I was experiencing and my midwife said at our previous appointments that I’d know when I was in labour.
After a couple of hours of constant contractions, I knew I was in labour. No false contractions here! At 9pm I said casually to Ryan, “I've been having contractions for a few hours now, maybe we should time them?” My contractions were seven minutes apart and I started to feel pressure, like I needed to do a giant poop. We called the midwife but she was convinced I didn't need to come in because I wasn't in pain and I sounded calm and relaxed – which I surprisingly was. The pain was quite mild so I decided to get some sleep.
Fast forward a few hours and nothing much had changed. My contractions were still regular but no increase in pain. At 12.30am Ryan called my mum to come over. When she arrived we called my midwife again and again she said the same thing. I watched TV, had a couple of showers and tried to stay patient. I just wanted to meet my baby boy. The pain hadn't increased but that deep pressure feeling had. At 4.30am I said, “I feel like I need to push! I don’t know what to do!” I was starting to freak out a bit. Mum had this look on her face and insisted that we go into the hospital, despite the midwife warning us that we'd most likely be sent home because I wasn't in active labour yet.
By the time we got to the hospital I was nearly 8cm dilated! All I remember saying was, “What? Are you serious!?” I was in total shock. After pacing around the birthing suite for what seemed like an eternity, we decided to have my waters broken - and holy shit did those contractions hurt after that! They'd become extremely intense and I couldn't believe how fast it was happening.
All I have to say is thank god for my husband, who was constantly rubbing my back, holding my hand and whispering words of encouragement to me throughout each contraction. And of course my mummy dearest - who surprisingly didn't cop as much abuse from me as I thought she would. I’m proud to say I only yelled at her twice. Go me! Once when she kept referring to each contraction as ‘hot oven,’ my response was something along the line of, “I swear to god - if you mention that fucking hot oven one more time woman…” The other when I kicked her mid pushing, just because. She'll have to explain that one.
Fast forward an hour and I was ready to push. With mum holding one foot, the midwife holding the other and Ryan at my side I began pushing. I remember asking if it was too late for an epidural because I felt like my vagina was on fire! It took six pushes to get Lincoln out and once he was placed on my chest I over overcome with an immense amount of love and pride. Lincoln Patrick Kelly was born at 9.43am onSaturday 13th April, weighing 3.13kg and 49cm in length. I’d never loved Ryan more than that moment. We created this beautiful little boy – the perfect combination of half him, half me. A creation of our love.
I had a natural/ drug free birth and didn't tear or require any aftercare. It was a perfect textbook birthing experience. No horror story here! Painful? Hell yes.. Nerve racking? Yes. Hard? Most certainly. But as far as I'm concerned, it was an enjoyable experience. Clearly – as I went back for a second…
It was 9.30pm on Saturday, 22nd November, 2014. I was officially one week overdue and extremely over being pregnant. I was woken up by intense contractions and pressure. Unfortunately, the contractions were irregular, so when we called our midwife she instructed us to stay home and call her back in an hours time. At 10.30pm the contractions were increasing in strength and I was extremely irritable. Ryan called my mum with me cursing in the background and she headed to ours straight away. We then called my midwife and she said she would meet us at the hospital.
It was midnight when we arrived at the hospital. Upon examination, it turns out I was only 3cm dilated. I couldn't believe it. I was a little frustrated. Patience isn't my strong suite. After spending a couple of hours on the toilet, battling through painful and ridiculously close contractions, and having several conversations debating whether or not we should break my waters – my midwife finally convinced me to have them broken. And holy shit. Intense doesn't begin to describe it.
Fast forward half an hour and I was ready to push. Pushing Jax out took quite a few pushes, including pushing without contractions and a lot of mental + physical strength. He was a big baby. According to my midwife – if they had known he was this size they would have booked me in for a c-section. Plus my placenta was one of the biggest they had ever seen. But seriously – it was mammoth! There was nothing like that relief of the final push and finally getting holding my baby boy on my chest for the first time. I remember looking at him and saying, “Is it just me or is he a really big baby?!” Jax Grayson Kelly was born at 2.45am on Sunday 23rd November, weighing 4.48kg (just under 10 pounds) and 57cm in length. He was pure perfection.
I was absolutely exhausted and overwhelmed with how quickly the birth progressed compared to my first birth. I lost quite a bit of blood and had to have a few stitches, but other than that I was perfect – health wise.
I will be the first to admit that although I had another all natural/ drug free birth, this one hit me harder – mentally. I wasn't prepared for the birth to be so fast and intense. Don't get me wrong – both my births were amazing experience and I'm beyond blessed. Trust me, I’m not complaining. It was just a different experience to my first. But no two experiences are the same. And I'm more than willing to go back and experience it all again!