|Smiling between contractions, clary sage in hand!|
Eventually I stalled at 4cm and stalled for several days. On Wednesday the midwife came to see me and did some acupuncture. I noticed things picked up a bit that night and I was awoken a few times with strong contractions. At 6:30am I woke up when my body decided to clear itself out, after which I went back to bed. At 7:43, two minutes before my alarm was due to go off I was awoken with a pop and a gush as my fore waters broke. Talk about a shock! We were so excited as it meant FINALLY things were kicking off.
|Labouring in the pool|
Around seven contractions started to get stronger and once the kids were in bed my parents came and things really started to kick off. I had been listening to my Gentlebirth tracks which had been keeping me quite calm and composed. I called the midwife and asked if I could get into the pool and she agreed and said she'd be on her way. The pool was literally bliss, but it did slow things down a bit. When Aisling arrived she checked me with my permission and asked me to get out of the pool. I was 5cm and once I was out she asked me to go lie down upstairs without anyone watching me as she thought I would progress more. I put on the hypnobirth tracks again and things picked up a bit. I came back downstairs around midnight and asked to get back in the pool. Things were picking up but still manageable. My hind waters broke at this stage and I felt crazy leaking everywhere. She called another midwife to come out which I knew meant things were imminent. I decided I wanted my Mom there and Paul rang her to come. I was in the pool when they arrived and I was getting quite vocal according to my notes. I kept expecting to hit that wall I had hit in previous births where I gave in and wanted every drug on the planet. (I never did give in, but I sure wanted to!) I don't know if it was the fact that I knew that wasn't an option or if the Gentlebirth had helped me or if I was just older and wiser, but it never happened. There were a few moments where I thought I couldn't do it but I just reminded myself of how lucky we were and how much I had to be grateful for and it got me through.
Contractions were coming quickly and intensely and I evidently woke up my 7 year old who came downstairs. Her Grandad kept her entertained as I continued to labour. I began to feel some pressure and Aisling asked me to get out of the pool as it was now too cold for the baby. Getting out was torture, I thought he was going to come any minute, but it turns out I had plenty of time. Baby was still posterior as we entered the pushing stage. His posterior position was responsible for the lengthy labour, the stopping and starting and the SROM. Having had severe tears on my daughters I was determined to try and avoid a repeat performance this time, so I really took my time with the pushing stage. Aisling was amazing, there was no yelling at me or telling me what to do. She said once or twice to listen to my body and I felt so respected and listened to throughout. They would check the fetal heartbeat between contractions but otherwise I was left to my own devices. On the girls births as soon as I felt the need to push I just let loose and pushed until they were out, damned if I was going to drag things out. This time I just let my body do the work. It meant letting him go back in between contractions but the relief between them was so worth it.