I had been anxious about the pregnancy and birth of Hudson since the moment I saw those two lines appear on the pregnancy test. Having had some issues with my first pregnancy and a difficult 22hr labour, it quickly dawned on me that I would need to relive that experience all over again.
Hudson’s big brother Jack was born weighing 9lb 1oz so it was highly likely that he was going be a big baby too.
I arranged to meet with a Consultant Midwife in pregnancy week 33 and week 37, to monitor the size of the baby and to discuss my labour options. Eventually we decided that I would not be induced but would wait for my labour to start naturally. So I waited…
At week 40, I met with my midwife who offered me a stretch and sweep. When she examined me, she said that I was already 4cm dilated and I could have kissed her. She was sure that the sweep would work.
By week 41, I was still waiting. Baby was pushing its luck and the waiting game was becoming unbearable.
I was the size of a whale, my back killed and my legs ached, I was constantly short of breath and feeling flustered, and I was starting to feel grumpy thanks to the endless “is the baby here yet?” text messages.
I met again with my midwife, who couldn’t believe that we was still without baby. She gave me another sweep and on examination, I was STILL 4cms!
However, almost immediately as we left the surgery I started to feel some cramping. I don’t know if it was just a coincidence or whether the sweep had started me off.
Anyhow, I had to drive home and whilst sat at a set of lights I got a mildly painful twinge! WTF, I put my foot down and made it home in record time.
I gathered everyone up and told them all that we was going for a walk. Mum had been staying with us from London, as she was to be our babysitter for Jack. She pushed Jack in the stroller and we walked for over a hour.
The contractions were coming regularly now every 6-8 minutes but I didn’t tell anyone. I just kept saying I was out of breath and needed to stop.
When we got back home, we had some tea and I made my excuses before going to bed at about 9pm. I secretly knew it was going to be a long night.
I led on the bed, on all fours by myself for over an hour in total agony and the contractions were getting a lot closer and stronger. I waited for my mum to go to bed before going downstairs to tell Trevor that I was in labour. I really didn’t want to panic mum which in turn would panic me. I had promised myself that I would remain nice and calm this time and had been managing the pain fine so wasn’t worried.
At first, Trevor wasn’t convinced and said that I should try getting some sleep, then I took his hand as a contraction came and he quickly decided otherwise. We looked at each other and smiled.
We went to the bedroom to sort some things out and I suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion and felt sick to my stomach. What if this labour would be a troublesome one too? I immediately thought the worst and panicked that I might never see Jack again. Ridiculous perhaps, but in that moment, your mind goes through all sorts. I went straight to Jack’s room and gave him a kiss as he slept in his cot. I cried.
Then the unimaginable happened, I suddenly needed to poo. FML! I rushed to the loo and then, a contraction came, a really flipping horrible one. I called for Trevor, this was no time to be proud. He held my hands whilst I did a poo! Oh, the indignity.
We retreated to the bedroom (whilst I cried and begged him never to tell a soul about what had just happened) and sat on the bed whilst my contractions came and went. The pain became unbearable by midnight so I told Trevor to call ahead to Triage and to arrange our lift to the hospital.
As we were getting ready to leave, we told mum that we was heading to the hospital. She thought I was joking until I started swearing a lot and gripping onto the staircase. She laughed and patted me on the back. Yeh – high 5 mum! I kissed Jack goodbye and hugged my mum before stopping for another contraction before leaving to have my baby. I was still more excited than anxious.
The super fast trip to the hospital was all too welcome, I couldn’t wait to get some pain relief. I was checked in within 15 minutes and examined to find I was 6cms dilated now. Yay! This labour was progressing far more quickly than Jack’s did.
I was wheeled to the delivery suite at 3am and I sucked on that gas and air like you wouldn’t believe. I quickly asked for my pain relief options and was seriously considering an epidural. I decided to wait a while longer to see how things progressed.
I told Trevor to check in with my mum to make sure Jack was okay. I couldn’t get little man out of my head but he was still sleeping.
I remained upright whilst at the hospital to let gravity do its work and before long the contractions were coming faster and stronger, like SUPER strong. At this point, Trevor was holding my hand from the other side of the bed whilst I was leaning over it, sucking on the gas nozzle whilst gripping it with my teeth for added pain relief.
Then, the possession took hold. I grabbed hold of Trevor by the scruff of his top and ‘lovingly’ thanked him for putting me through ‘this’ again. I don’t think he was grateful. The midwife looked at Trevor and smiled in a bid to reassure him that my behaviour was perfectly normal.
I suddenly got another urge to poo but this time, an overwhelming need to push. It was weird. I hadn’t got this far with Jack before, as he had to be delivered quickly with forceps.
I had to get back on to the bed to be examined and that was when my waters went. Bad news was that Hudson had pooped, just like his brother had which meant I would need to stay in with baby for monitoring. The good news was that I was now 8cms.
I was adamant that I needed to push but how could I be sure? ‘I think I need to push’ I shouted at the midwife and she told me to go for it! With every set of contractions, I pushed for my life whilst looking to Trevor and the midwife for reassurance.
In just 15 minutes of pushing, baby Hudson was delivered safely. Our perfect little bundle of joy was here, finally. The long drawn out pregnancy was over and I held that baby so tight. Trevor and I sealed our special moment with a kiss before affixing our eyes again on our handsome boy.
I felt so proud of myself, I was scared in the run up to labour that things might go wrong again, but I had done it. At last, I could say that I had given birth to a baby, naturally.
Trevor had done me proud too, he had been the perfect birthing partner. He took Hudson into his arms for his first cuddles with his new son and I beamed with pride.
Our first phone call was to mum, shortly after baby was born. She wasn’t expecting the baby news to arrive so soon and could hardly believe it. I was desperate to speak to Jack, “Hello Jack, its Mummy. You’ve got a new brother.”
At 16months of age, he had no idea what was going on and all I could hear was his chuckles. I couldn’t wait to see him and to introduce him to Hudson.
Our next call was to my Dad. I couldn’t wait to tell him the baby’s name, I just knew it would blow his socks off. I could hear the pride in his voice as I told him which made me cry. I wrote a post about how we chose Hudson’s name which you might like to read.
Trevor took care of Hudson on the ward whilst I got an hours sleep but before long it was just myself and Hudson enjoying some alone time. Trevor had gone home to freshen up and to bring Jack back to the hospital.
Whilst we waited, I held on to Hudson to enjoy some bonding time. I examined him all over, told him stories, kissed him, sniffed him, changed him, fed him and declared my undying love to him.
A few hours passed and then I heard Jack, he was out in the corridor looking for me. Finally, I had my two boys in my arms and Trevor by our side. My perfect family was complete in that moment.