Yesterday, I became a mom of three. I’ve been ranting and complaining about pregnancy-related annoyances for a while (such as acid reflux, sciatic pain, iron deficiency and heavy Braxton Hicks contractions) and was hoping for the baby to come out sooner than his predicted due date (March 23rd). Little did I know that my wish would be granted.
One day I woke up very uncomfortable and in pain. I was 38 weeks and 5 days pregnant. I talked to my husband about the possibility of him staying at home, but he went to work, since I wasn’t sure what was going on. A few hours later, I started feeling some contractions. I was with the girls, and was having a hard time caring for them. I called my husband and asked him to come back home, but he still didn’t think that it was finally happening.
So, I started timing the contractions and they were pretty regular, coming up every 7-8 minutes. I got the girls to daycare, then went back home. Little did I know that I was already in labour. I called the midwife who said she’d be at my place in half an hour. I called my doula and told her this could be it. And then my husband called and I asked him to come home, which he did. He arrived shortly after he called me, and then things started happening very quickly.
My water broke and poor baby Y pooped into it so it was a nasty green colour. The midwife arrived and determined that I was 5 cm dilated. We then called a taxi to go to the hospital, and off we went. I had my house shoes on. I called Sophie, my doula, that there was a change of plans and that we’re headed to the hospital. I wouldn’t be going to the nice birth clinic I envisioned giving birth in. I wouldn’t have my own midwife (again).
But this time, I was prepared. My husband and my doula were there and it made a world of a difference. The staff at the hospital proved to be extremely friendly and helpful. They told me I was doing great, and that I was smiling (I am pretty sure I wasn’t). And since I was already at the hospital, I could ask for pain relief without it being a nuisance (in the birth centre, while it was only a floor up, I would have to be transferred to the hospital to get the shot). And I got it, a shot of pethidine.
While it didn’t take away the pain, it helped me to get through transition and was one of the reasons why I’m feeling so good about this birth. The other reasons were my husband and my doula, who also proved to be a great photographer! And then the doctor told me I was ready to push. So that’s what I did. The baby came out, at 4pm, somewhat blue and making weird sounds, like a little frog. It was visible that he swallowed some meconium from the water and had troubles breathing. But he was immediately placed on me, and started pinking up pretty soon, and then he started to cry. We named him Markian.
Everything was going great! Then everybody left, except for my husband and my doula. We were served the traditional beschuits with muisjes (you see them on the picture at the beginning of this post). After that Sophie left, and we stayed to eat dinner (when you’re a mom you really start appreciating food that you didn’t have to cook). And then we packed our bags and went home. I must have looked crazy, in my pj pants and house shoes- no socks because they got so dirty and I didn't take a change of socks. We arrived home around 7.45 pm. The girls were picked up from daycare by friends of ours, and they came home the same night. They were beyond excited to meet the baby and wanted to play with him.
The kraamzorg- a special nurse who comes to your house to help you with house chores and perform baby well- checks, arrived today and was a big help in easing me into having a little baby again. You forget so fast! Right now, we're working on getting Markian to feed (he sleeps a lot and doesn't drink so well), and to get my milk supply started. I hope it will go well.
Starting from next week, I'll share some great guest posts that I had asked other bloggers to write for me. I hope you will love them as much as I do!