Eight months on, I’m now beginning to look back and reflect on the birth of my second daughter. The support my midwives gave me throughout my pregnancy was second to none. My dad was battling cancer throughout my pregnancy and sadly he passed away three days before I gave birth. This post is to say thank you to my midwives, who were there for me.
In my first pregnancy I was given the head midwife Julie in my community. She was lovely. This time around I was given a midwife called Louise. I actually met Louise back in 2013 when she was a student midwife under Julie. Unfortunately that pregnancy ended in a miscarriage and the first of three. It was lovely to see Louise again and she is everything you want in a midwife. Kind, caring and compassionate. She monitored me throughout and it was lovely to see her come round to my house after I had the baby.After my first traumatic birth, I wanted a calmer planned birth second time around.
Planning the birth started nearly 5 months previously. Louise sent me to a consultant who went through all the risks of a VBAC with me. We both ended up with a plan that was much safer for the baby and myself. The plan was to have planned c section. My blood loss the first time around was much too high of a risk to try a VBAC and it’s highly likely that it would turn into another emergency c section.
There and then back at the start of December, a year ago now! I got my date through for the planned c section. I knew the date of my baby’s birthday! April seemed so far away at that point.
The Big Day
April soon came around. We were up early to get to the hospital for 8 am. My mother in law came over to look after my toddler. I said bye to her before we were ready to leave as I knew she would get upset. I was upset as I had never left her overnight before.
It was funny as it was raining and windy, I remember it being the same weather on the day when baby girl was born.
We got to the ward in plenty of time. I was shown my bed, which happened to be on a side ward with mums whose babies were up in neonatal. I thought it could be a bit awkward to come back with my baby after. I needn’t had been concerned as I was moved to another side ward with other c section mummies when I came down from theatre.
About 10 minutes after we sat down the theatre staff can to get me and my bed and take me upstairs. Eek it’s really happening!!
I held my husband’s hand and we walked together upstairs ready to meet our precious bundle.
When we got upstairs there had been a slight mix up. Another pregnant woman tried to jump the queue and have her c section first! I was told the week before I was first priority due to my previous complications with baby girl unless an emergency came in. Lucky for me she was sent away to wait for the second slot.
We were in the room getting prepped for theatre. Mr B was given some scrubs and crocs ( a size too small, but then he’s a size 14 shoe ) to put on. I was given a gown and had one of those cannula things put into my hand. The anaesthetist popped in and explained the spinal injection procedure to me. I never heard the part about when he said they would give me pain relief via a suppository after the c section, but Mr B did and he found it hilarious he told me later on.
Mr B and I walked to theatre, I wanted to walk instead of being on the bed, it felt more special to me.
I was told to sit on the edge of the bed with my knees up while the anaesthetist did his job. I remember a maternity support worker coming over to hold my hands, and I asked her is this going to hurt? I laugh about it now when I think back!! To be honest it was a little sting as they did the two numbing injections but when the spinal injection went in I never felt it. Almost instantly my legs went numb. Unlike the epidural I had the first time with baby girl my legs felt they were in the bent position the whole time. It’s like my brain remembered them in that last position before the injection. A weird sensation!!
They rolled me on the bed and waited until I lost the feeling up to above my tummy. Everyone in the room did a role call and said their name and job and off they went to work getting my baby out. The midwives at the hospital were all so lovely. Telling us about themselves, nattering away to put us at ease.
The surgeon took slightly longer than usual getting baby out due to the scar tissue that had formed inside of me from my last c section. Plus I remember him saying the previous surgeon had done my c section rather high up.
After feeling lots of tugging and pulling around they had to use forceps to get her out. She arrived into the world a little after 10:30 am. They delayed the cord clamping for her and placed her straight into my chest. This was something I never got to experience with baby girl due to it being an emergency. I thought about having her cord blood collected by a company like Smart Cells a cord blood collection and storage service, but it was on the list, if we had time. With Dad being extremely ill at the time it was put by the wayside.
Within a few minutes of being born she was straight onto my boob. Her beautiful bright orange hair was a sight! I was full of mixed emotions. So happy to see this gorgeous bundle but heartbroken that my dad never got to meet her before he passed away three days previously. He would have loved her gorgeous red hair.
Thank you to my midwives that helped me through a very emotional time. You beautiful people are one in a million.
Thanks for stopping by today and reading my story. It means a lot.
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