Hudson’s Birth Story

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.

Pregnancy Test

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.

Hudsons first photos

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.”

Hudson and Jack meet for the first time

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.

Lisa x



A Cornish Mum

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    Samantha O'D
    September 13, 2016 at 9:54 am

    I love a Birth Story. I have had 3 girls and each labour has been under 4 hours, i feel very lucky to have had it so easy. Your boys are just gorgeous!

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    A Cornish Mum
    August 27, 2016 at 7:18 pm

    I was so good not texting when you were overdue as I know how much it makes you want to scream having been there when Harley was overdue ha! Both of my births were completely different too, I am so glad Hudson’s went better for you 🙂 and that I got cuddles when he was only a couple of weeks old 🙂

    Stevie xx

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 28, 2016 at 1:01 pm

      There are plenty more cuddles to come Stevie and he isn’t such a grumpy bum these days, his colic is long gone – wahoo! xx

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    August 26, 2016 at 3:46 pm

    Amazing – sounds like the perfect labour! I too was 22hrs and a foreceps delivery with my Piglet – nice to hear the 2nd time around doesn’t have to be as bad! #picknmix

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 3:52 pm

      My first labour was 22hrs and forceps too. Not much fun at all! Don’t let it out you off, as you can see my 2nd labour was far kinder xx

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    Ana De- Jesus
    August 25, 2016 at 11:00 am

    Wow what a palava but still it sounds like Trevor really was the perfect birthing partner. I think baby Hudson looks so cute as well.

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:07 pm

      Yeh he kept me hanging on, the little monkey. Thanks for you kind words xx

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    August 24, 2016 at 8:36 pm

    Wow! I really enjoyed really this post. It reminds me of the time I had my little one too. And I completely understand that statement “My perfect family was complete in that moment”. It is so true and serene.

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    Toni | Gym Bunny Mummy
    August 24, 2016 at 6:09 pm

    Such a lovely birth story. I was in slow labour for two weeks so totally feel your pain. Considering the long drawn out labour the delivery was quite fast & without pain relief so completely different experience than my first. Congratulations he’s gorgeous & I love the name

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:10 pm

      Two weeks, thats not cool! If they was all quick and fast we’d probably have more! But Im done with two now. hanks for your kind words, I think he is gorgeous too 🙂 xx

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    Newcastle Family Life
    August 24, 2016 at 8:41 am

    I am so glad that you had a better experience this time around. xx

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:11 pm

      Thank you, it was far easier and better. Although, not much fun at the time 🙂 xx

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    Fashion and Style Police
    August 24, 2016 at 8:33 am

    Fab post. Babies are indeed a blessing. It was a good read.

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:11 pm

      They sure are, thanks for your comment xx

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    Lyndsey O'Halloran
    August 23, 2016 at 5:00 pm

    What a beautiful birth story! After having an awful experience myself, reading things like this doesn’t make me completely against having another.

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:12 pm

      I was adamant after Jack that I’d never do it again, but having had Hudson and a better labour, I would do it again and again if I wanted more. The rewards are worth it arent they xx

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    August 23, 2016 at 3:04 pm

    ooohhhh that’s so sweet! well done you and wel ldone to your partner, he was great.

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    Lisa (
    August 23, 2016 at 1:47 pm

    Such a handsome little boy – and an amazing Mama! I love reading other women’s birth stories! I’d definitely be on the catching-by-the-scruff train too, it’s not easy getting a person out of you! Glad it’s all worked out well for your little family 🙂

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:14 pm

      Thanks so much Lisa. I love reading birth stories too, they always give me goose bumps. Thanks for your kind words and popping by our blog xx

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    Jordanne | Thelifeofaglasgowgirl
    August 23, 2016 at 10:39 am

    I love reading birth stories! It’s so funny how we turn to the man and “thank” them for this experience haha It’s great you considered the other pain relief but didn’t actually take it, I had no pain threshold at all!! Hudson is just super cute!!!

    Jordanne ||

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:31 pm

      My pain threshold was poo, I should have taken the pain relief sooner. Before I knew it, i was ready to push 🙂 Thanks for your kind words and fr popping by the blog xx

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    August 23, 2016 at 12:18 am

    oh hes adorable and what a wonderful story!

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    Catherine @pushingthemoon
    August 22, 2016 at 9:15 am

    What a great birth story! I know what you mean about the gas and air – I went bonkers for it. Both of mine were born at home and with M the midwives had to go and get more canisters- I went through 4! ????????????

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      Lisa Hudson
      August 26, 2016 at 2:44 pm

      haha Catherine, thats brilliant! I didnt take note of how many i used but I didnt put that nozzle down 🙂 xx

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