Ok so I am a little late on the uptake of the birth story thing as my daughter was born some two and half years ago and I have since had a second child. I didn’t have a blog at this point so I have never written your birth story. As birth stories go it was quite a tale. I have waxed lyrical about your brothers premature arrival and the trauma that ensued after his birth, so this one is a memory for and about you my darling.
I had remained working full time up until I was 36 weeks pregnant, it seemed like a good idea at the time, yet the commute, the travelling and often demanding role was actually a little harder than I expected. So I was glad to be finished and able to my put feet up until your arrival. Glad but surprinsgly sad to say goodbye to my colleagues.
We were kick starting my leave with a visit to family in Oxford, the very next day, a good hour and twenty from our house. In my wisdom, or owing to the overriding pregnancy symptom of baby brain, I did not take my maternity notes. I forgot them – sterling parenting effort already.
We spent the day having a nice BBQ with family. I sat there a bit pissed off, I wanted to join in necking the sauvignon blanc and getting a bit merry, very merry, with the rest of them. By time 10 o’clock came around everyone was passed tipsy, other than me. One of the team had passed out, Mr Tammy and his cousin were scraping the barrel, eating left overs and fishing out the last of the beers. I was ready for bed.
I didn’t have to wait long for our birth story to begin.
I was sat on the sofa circa 11pm when I though ‘Oh shit I think I have just had a wee’. With that I ran to the toilet where I had, what I thought, was the longest wee on record. I was unable to get off the toilet for a good 2-3 minutes. When I did manage to get up and put my pyjamas back on it wasn’t long before I was weeing again, and it just kept on coming. Hmm, I knew bladder control in pregnancy was iffy but this is a bit much, surely.
With that I went into the living room to Mr Tammy and his cousin and remember standing by the sofa saying these very words. I remember it was about 11.30pm
‘I don’t mean to sound to dramatic but I think my waters have just broken’
Blank, grey, faces.
‘Right. Ok. Fuck. Ok.’ I think that was probably the gist of what came out Mr Tammy’s mouth.
‘Ok something’s definitely happening I am having stomach cramps’
‘Fuck’. – you get the idea.
With that Mr Tammy’s cousin got the coffee and red ball underway and was on the phone to 111. His cousin really was amazing, she kept calm and just seemed to do all the right things. I wasn’t in a great deal of pain but I was definitely experiencing strong period pain like cramps. I remember talking to the 111 operative who started to suggest I didn’t need to go to the hospital. Within the space the phone call the cramps, or well, contractions has started to heat up.
‘Well seeing as your waters haven’t broken’ He said.
‘Umm no they have’
‘Oh. Right. let me find your nearest hospital then’
I should have probably mentioned that we were in the middle of no where. Mr Tammy’s cousin lives in a beautiful house set in private grounds literally miles out of any town.
The nearest hospital was John Radcliffe some 40 minutes away. There was several problems here, no one could drive as they were all definitely over the limit and I was pretty sure I was past the point of driving by this point. So in our wisdom we ordered a taxi, A TAXI, on a Saturday night. Why on earth we didn’t call an ambulance…
The taxi was about 30 minutes out and things had progressed, quickly. I was sick in the salad bowl – sos Sarah and doubled over the sofa, it was getting surprisingly painful surprisingly quickly.
By time the taxi arrived it really hurt. I remember thinking ‘god if this is what it’s like an hour in I am sure as shit having an epidural when I get there’. Little did I know I was in full blown labour and my baby was almost in this world.
The taxi ride was quite stressful, my contractions were close together and loooong. I remember grabbing Mr Tammys hand every time one came on and trying to breath through the pain. This was my first labour, I didn’t know what to expect or how best to deal with it. At one point we passed a hotel and Mr Tammy said ‘lets just go there you can have the baby there’. Umm NO! This man has an obsession with staying in hotels. I think he thought there would be people to help him and that he wouldn’t have to deliver a baby himself. With that I yelled
‘I need to push’ Oh my god I need to push and I am still in the taxi.
‘No you don’t he said back to me.
‘No I do I need to push’ I was worried now.
Now considering the taxi driver had a woman in the full throws of child birth in the back of his car who had started to alert everyone of the imminent requirement to push said baby out, at no point did he speed things up, neither did he say anything, strange no?
Anyway I finally saw street lights, thank god as my body had taken over and actually started to push.
We made it to the hospital with baby still inside and I somehow managed to get out of the taxi and stumble through the doors. I was greeted by a HCA who helped me walk (WALK!?) to the delivery room. How I ever walked there I don’t know, my legs buckled on several occasions. Longest walk of my life.
Once in the delivery room the first thing I did was take my trousers off and double over the bed. With that the HCA had a quick peak and said yep theres your baby’s head.
YAH I guessed that.
The midwife arrived within seconds and we got to business. Not going to lie, pushing a baby out is hard. I could feel everything and everything hurt. Not an ounce of entonox passed my way. I think I held back at the pushing stage a bit, it really feels like it’s not going to fit, until the midwife looked at me and said with quite a serious look on her face ‘this baby needs to be born now’ with that I had one almighty push, a weird and scary noise and gave birth to my baby girl. I may have tore myself in two in the process – you were all head, but at 1.35am approximately two hours after it all kicked off I welcomed all 5 pound 5 ounces of my beautiful daughter into the world. My First words..
‘Is she still a girl?’
You were and the most perfect little girl I ever did see.
The next few hours were pretty questionable. Lots of people looked between my legs, there was stitching, a questionable wee and small placenta. We had no clothes, nappies or any of the assortment of goodies they tell you take to the hospital but there we were on our first day together, one of the best days of my life and one I will never forget.
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