The little one has arrived – in a manner that quite surprised us all … the cheeky little thing!
After all these months of dreaming and writing and preparing for my second home birth, it didn’t happen. In fact I had a bit of anti-home birth … in fact I didn’t even go into labour at all!! I knew this labour would be completely different from my other two, but I was at least expecting labour as part of the birth! But there you go – that just reinforces what I’ve known all along: you’ve got to be prepared for anything.
So what happened? My waters broke early in the morning, but with no contractions so I went back to sleep – or tried to … I was a little excited 🙂 Once I woke up I texted my midwife, then when she came over we noticed the fluid was looking a bit green, and after a moment’s thought, she recommended that we go to hospital for monitoring. Green amniotic fluid suggests meconium (baby’s first poo), and if baby has pooed in the womb then that is considered a sign of distress.
So after arranging care for the children off we went, where I met what seemed like a stream of people all intent on telling me the same thing in as many different ways as they could. We tried to start labour, but still nothing was happening, except that when I moved about baby’s heart rate dropped … which wasn’t good.
So then there was really no other choice to make: cesarean it would be. Of course I was disappointed, but I felt fully informed, I had asked the questions I wanted answers to, I had my husband with me and my support team (midwife and lovely student midwife), and down below in the street outside were about 400 women, many them my friends, rallying for the Gold Coast Birth Centre. I could hear them chanting and it felt like they were there for me! (good on you girls!!)
I took a moment to adjust my thinking and in we went. Yeah I know … I make it sound like an easy emotional process … it was something I’ve tucked away for later processing I think, but I don’t regret the birth for a moment – who wouldn’t rather have a happy, safely birthed baby?
The thing is, our little one emerged with a perfect heart rate, perfect breathing, perfect colouring, perfect little cry, perfect everything … not remotely distressed apart from the obvious shock of being pulled out into the light by strange hands.
And there she was .. another daughter! I think that was probably the biggest surprise of all! While I have never felt any ‘vibes’ at all about who might be in there, I really did feel a moment of “OH! You are a girl!” when she was presented to me – and then “OH! You have hair! And it is black!” and then she snuggled in and I was lost in baby land. My husband was so moved and he was choking on his words. All we could do was laugh and hold hands, and touch her.
She is a darling. Here she is, adored by the whole family, a little girl with a big name:
Linden Lucille Marie