This story isn’t for the fainthearted, and I really hope it doesn’t put you off having children because after all the pain and tears I did endure, I received the BEST gift ever. I thank God for seeing me through pregnancy and even labour because I really couldn’t have done it without him or the gas and air as well! I know this is the post you have all been waiting for, so I’ve got to set the scene first and here it is..
On the 1st January 2016 at 5:15pm I welcomed my beautiful baby boy, my bundle of joy, my angel of peace. I have never been so happy and full of joy until now. I have said many times before that during my pregnancy I was happy, happiest I have been. But giving birth and holding this little human, my very own human, in my arms was the best and most indescribable feeling ever.
I was due Christmas Eve and when I found out in the EARLY weeks of pregnancy, I cant lie I prayed against it. I didn’t want him to come then. I wanted him to come new years eve or day – and only on one of those days. I spoke it into existence and it was going to happen, I knew God was going to make sure it happened! Christmas week came and went and little man wasn’t even budging.
After the christmas weekend I had an appointment with the midwives on Monday (40+4) which I thought was going to be the day they did my sweep and if my calculations and body were in sync, he would have come around New Years. They just did a check up and booked my sweep for the Thursday when I would be 41 weeks, that was also New Years Eve, it was at 1:15pm. So you can imagine, I’m trying everything I can to make sure this sweep is successful and he would come within the next 24-36 hours. What is a sweep? It’s a procedure the helps bring on labour without going overdue – the midwife puts a finger down there to feel cervix, jiggle gently but firmly move her finger around. The aim is to separate the membranes of the amniotic sac which was surrounding my little one. So I did my research on this and normally it should start contractions within 24-48 hours. This was my aim.
My midwife told me that my cervix was still hard like the tip of my nose and still hitched up at the back *rolls eyes* it needs to end up being as soft as my lip and paper thin. Even though I had one contraction while she was doing it, ONE contraction. Anyway, enough science now. After the sweep, she booked me in for another sweep and my induction was going to be in a few days. My mum and I looked at each other and told the midwife, we will not be coming back for another sweep because he is coming out by tomorrow
My aim was to not go home straight away and just be lazy and lounge around, I went to woolwich with my mum and waddle around Tesco and searched for fresh pineapples and some raspberry leaf tea, which I’ve heard can bring on labour and help soften the cervix. I then went to the indian restaurant and asked for the spiciest chicken or lamb curry on the menu. If you know me, you should know I HATE spicy food with a passion and I need to make sure that there are enough fluids around me when I eat that stuff LOL.
So we’re going home, I put my phone on charge and played DJ P Montana’s afrobeats mix, shout out to him, because it helped. Those who saw me on SnapChat saw that I was doing the MOST to set pace and make sure this child came in the next 36 hours. So I’m at home literally going through an exercise course, bouncing on the exercise ball and dancing around and walking up and down the stairs. I would bounce on the ball while taking some raspberry leaf tea and backing it like it was juice. I also did the castor oil trick too, it doesn’t work for everyone because it could make things messy. I took a tablespoon of castor oil and mixed it with my pineapple and orange juice, shook it and backed it then went back to drinking raspberry tea. It did give me cramps but proper light ones you get as though you’re about to start your period very soon.
I was doing all this from around 4pm-8pm and I got tired and my body was sore so I thought let me have a hot bath to just relax my body for a bit. So I got in the bath at 8:45pm and came out around 9:30pm; I felt some tightening, lower abdomen cramps and back pains but I ignored it the first time, then it happened again 15 minutes later two more times, then I knew my body was getting ready. It was happening, this is when the contractions begun. I got my mum to help time the contractions on one of the pregnancy apps I was using, we started noting them down from 10pm. They were coming every so often, quite irregular too, it got to 11:30pm and they were frequent so I called the birth centre to see what they would tell me. They told me that they had to be more regular and 10 minutes or less apart. I was having them 10-15 minutes apart and I knew it was going to be a LONG night.
Watching the news seeing a few countries doing the countdown, the fire in Dubai and then waiting on Bryan Adams on BBC for his performance and the countdown into New Year. I’m bouncing on the exercise ball singing along and then losing my breath once the contractions came through. The countdown comes through and I just get all emotional, my mum is excited and wants me to as well but I don’t have it in me. I just cried and cried some more on the exercise ball, not because I am upset – I am just thinking about the whole year and how God has been good to me, like I have seen God do wonders in peoples lives and always trust and believe He will come through for me too. He did, 2015 God was omnipresent and ALWAYS came through for me in every single way possible. He removed fear, hurt, anger and every negative emotion from my spirit and replaced it with genuine happiness, joy, love and just pure positivity. After the tears I just sighed and thanked God for everything he had done in 2015 and I was prepared for double blessings in 2016.
So fast forward a couple hours, it’s 2am and I am tired now and I want to sleep. Mum suggests we call birth centre to see if they can monitor me or something, they say I can go in and see how things are because the contractions are like 7 minutes apart. I get checked out by another midwife and again she sees that my cervix has gone paper thin and is soft BUT I am 1cm dilated just ONE CENTIMETRE after all that discomfort, that’s the size of a cheerio you know, a whole little cheerio. I was irritated. I asked for pain killers and she said I had to go home. Got home at 2:45am and I wanted to sleep but the discomfort and pain wouldn’t let me.
Having my cervix checked for the second time SET PACE, like properly set pace. I couldn’t sleep at all, the contractions were coming so quick & fast and oh very very regular, but because I was 1cm I had to just firm it. This pain was the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced in my life, I tried every position to see if I could find comfort or a position where I would feel less pressure. I would sneak in a nap between contractions but they would last for like 3-5 minutes. I managed to sleep for a bit like an hour or so and I woke up at 8am on New Years morning. I went to pee and there it was, the show – I am not even going to write what this is, you can do your research. I knew that time was near, I called the birth centre and explained to them what had happened and they suggested I come in and get checked out. That is when active labour OFFICIALLY started!
Now we are at the hospital for the second time and the contractions are coming more and more but I had to firm it all. So a next midwife checked me and she said that if I am below 4cm, I have to go home. She tells me I am 2cm now – thats the size of a 2p coin, after ALL the sweat and tears of the pain I had only dilated ONE MORE CENTIMETRE. By this time I was fed up and the midwife could see that, after her checking me I’m getting more contractions and I am thinking to myself, just 8 more centimetres and this kid will be out. She could also see that, little man had spun around and was now back to back with me – and this was the reason for more pain than usual and it was also the reason why labour was going extra slow as well.
The midwife did say that with each contraction it would turn him around slowly, and I should go for a walk around the hospital and come back to the birth centre in 2-4 hours. I just stared at her blankly and gave her a fake smile. So I went to walk with my mum, would take a few steps and the contractions would start again. I told my mum that we should just go home, I wanted to have a hot bath and just be relaxed because I was TOO tired by this time. So we got home around 10:30am now and I run a bath and just relax and the contractions are chilled for now, until I want to try and rest a bit. It was a bad idea but it needed to be done. I go to my bed and the contractions are much worse than before. I’m feeling some type of way at this point, but I’m trine firm it. I get to nap for a bit and then I’m woken up with the feeling of needing to take a dump (LOL sorry) I didn’t need to though but I fully felt like I needed to. Feeling like you need to poo is when you know he’s gully creeping down the birth canal and is nearly ready to appear in the real world. During this I have called one of my friends who is my birthing partner and told her to come to me now because I feel so crap now. I try to lift myself off my bed and I can’t do it, I’m telling my mum to call the ambulance and take my hospital bag out of the car because I can’t walk and they need to come and collect me. I felt so useless, my body was weak beyond belief and I was just crying.
My mum gets up and is like ‘NO! I’m going to get you up and we are going to hospital NOW!’ I get up and I’m just feeling discombobulated for real. I call the birth centre and I’m telling the midwife I’m on my way, she’s like ‘Darling, I’ve been waiting for you, I was wondering where you had gone’ My mum goes to get the car and pull it up at the front so I can just crawl in. Let me add that all the bumps in the road made it more difficult to be relaxed and I was shouting at my mum and telling her to go slow over the humps. I am convinced that she was going 5MPH over the humps, I was so out of it. Got to the hospital and my friend is waiting for me at the entrance, I try so hard to get out the car myself but it is so hard and then GBOSA I get hit with another contraction and I can’t move, my friend is trying to hold me up, people at the entrance are looking at me and run to go get a wheelchair because at this point I can’t walk. There were paramedics near us and they assisted and took me to the birth centre. I’m there feeling somehowwwwwww at this point, I need to poop and the contractions are coming fast. I need something NOW to relieve this pain because I couldn’t deal with the pain. I just wanted gas and air and I wanted it right now!
So I roll up to the birth centre and they see that I can’t walk on my own and they tell me that I can’t have my water birth, at this point I didn’t care what birth I had as long as this child came out of me. After a struggle I got on the examining table and they checked to see how dilated I was.. T H R E E C E N T I M E T R E S, only three damn centimetres dilated, do you know what that means. DO YOU? I don’t think anyone understands my frustration at this point, may some mothers may actually understand. I’ve got 7cm to go and I want to just be done with this now, I’m tired and I don’t want to even cause distress to this little one.
So they take me to a side room and keep me there and they give me gas and air. Gas and air is actually the best, I felt like I was on cloud 9 with that stuff. I was all hot and bothered but I zoned out and was just feeling nothing at all, it literally took away all the pain I was feeling. When I did stop taking it, the pain would kick right in. I was talking the MOST jazz to my girls and when they reminded me of what I said it is something I had to laugh about. So the main midwife who was going to deliver my baby came in and wanted to check me to see how the progress, she could see that the baby had done a poop inside me – at this point CJ is distressed now and they need to take me to the delivery suite because I cant give birth in the birth centre at all now – there goes my birth centre dream :(. So back in the wheelchair and rolling to the labour ward and they take me into one room and the midwives don’t know how to operate the bed to bring it down and they say its faulty so I had to get to another room. LONG LONG LONG!
I think this is around 5pm now and I’m screaming that I need to poop and everyone is like just take gas and air, I am saying I can feel him coming more now and they are trying to get me into the correct room. We get to the room I am going to be giving birth in and I just scream for the gas and air, and my mum is trying to take it out of my hand saying it’s not good and the strength I had to hold on to that but I had no strength for anything else. The midwife wants to stick something up me to monitor the baby and as she’s checking she sees that he’s there ready to come out.
I went from 3cm – 10cm real quick, that’s a banana slice to the size of a bagel SO quickly and I was ready to push him out. I felt my waters break just as I was about to push him out and then the midwife spread my legs apart and said “when you’re ready, push” I thought this would be the most painful part of labour but it was SO easy for me. I took gas and air and pushed once and his head was crowning, I could then feel the ring of fire and all you can hear is me saying ‘It’s burning, I feel something burning’ the midwife looks at me and shouts to stop and don’t push I try to firm it and just take gas and air, I wanted him out and I thought it would be like 5 more pushes and he comes out. I push the second time and he’s out! That was it. I went from 3cm-10cm in a matter of minutes and during that time, I believe CJ spun around as well, 2 pushes and he was out. The loudest cry came from him and they placed him on my chest and I just cried and I’m sobbing then I say ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ and looking at him and then I said ‘what took you so long?’ He was in my arms finally after 288 days of being locked away, served those eviction papers and he decided when he was ready he would leave.
Labour is more pain and hard work during the contractions, the delivery part of it was very easy for me personally. I did lose a lot of blood, sweat and tears that day but after ALL of it all, I can say I would definitely do that again in the future, gimme 5 years though!
There you have it, my labour story… I hope this doesn’t put you off LOL. Thank you for reading..