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Baby Albert

Baby Albert

At 37 weeks my midwife sent me to KGH to be monitored by fetal health due to high blood pressure. I was sent home the same day but had daily visits from the midwife to keep an eye on things. Unfortunately my blood pressure continued to rise and other signs of preeclampsia appeared  over the following weeks.

I was asked to stay in hospital over night on Sunday 1st March and the following day the doctor explained that it was best that I was induced. This began with a pessary being inserted. Quite quickly mild contractions started, I remembered to stay active taking walks around the ground and doing exercises on the birthing ball. 24 hours later this was removed and I was told I was 3-4cm dilated and ready to have my waters broken.

Unfortunately the hospital was very busy during my stay with a lot of emergencies arriving, due to this I was waiting to have my waters broken from Tuesday until Friday. Obviously being in hospital while heavily pregnant and seeing lots of emergencies happening around me was a very stressful time, the breathing techniques and finding my own zone was extremely useful for both myself and my partner.

Finally on Friday 6th March at 9am I was told there was a bed for me on labour ward and I was ready to have my waters broken. I packed up my stuff and was taken straight down. By 12.30pm the doctor had broken my waters, she told me I was actually only 2cm dilated and that my labour would be long and painful! This is not what I wanted to hear after such a long week! She wanted to put me on a drip straight away to start contractions and get an epidural set up as she thought it would be needed. I was not comfortable with this and remembered that I had been told that I had a choice. I explained I did not want an epidural without trying things without first.

Within minutes of my waters being broken contractions started fast and hard, by the time they had set up the drip (to start contractions) the midwife decided it was not needed as my body had taken control. I was strapped to monitor which made it difficult to move around too much so I made sure I was lying on my left side rather than my back. Roughly 2 hours later I told the midwife I needed to push, she told me this was very unlikely as contractions hadn’t been going for long enough. She explained that she didn’t want to examine me until she was sure there would have been movement. However, after doing the body scan I was sure i was ready to push. The midwife did examine me at this point and to her surprise I was fully dilated and she could see my baby’s head! She decided to cancel the epidural the doctor had recommend as I had got to this point just using gas and air and my breathing techniques. I was so pleased I hadn’t agreed to this right at the start.  I put the gas and air down as I wanted to fully focus on my own breath counting to 10 each time while pushing. 45 minutes of pushing and my gorgeous baby boy arrived at 3.13pm.

I was so happy I had attended your course, it saved me from having an unnecessary epidural and helped to keep me calm during a long build up. It wasn’t the long labour the doctor predicted, it just goes to show that everyone’s body works in different ways and certain things can’t be assumed.

Not everything went to plan but I would do it all again tomorrow for the safe arrival of my little boy Albert!

Thank you again for sharing the great techniques, it helped at every stage of labour!

Baby Mason & Megan

Birth of Megan and Mason

It’s hard to know where to start. It has been, a roller-coaster of a year. It all started back in June 2014. I went for my first 12 week scan. We announced on Facebook and told my family that we were expecting our 2nd baby. I started making plans in my head. I was going to try for a home water birth. I wanted to have all the options available to me. All was going well. We went to a wedding, of a family friend, in July 2014. I started bleeding heavy. An ambulance was called but sadly our baby had died

I’d had a miscarriage. The hospital I was at could not have been more helpful. I gave birth to our baby on the 21st of July 2014. We came home and found support from a group called SANDS. Whom helped me learn, to make my loss bearable.

This was a tough year, but with support from SANDS and my family. I was able to find a little peace. After much discussion with my husband, we decided to try again, we weren’t prepared for getting pregnant so quickly. We was apprehensive and excited at the same time.

We found out I was expecting in November of 2014. I just went day by day. I was very apprehensive. Every twinge or slight pain. I would be asking all the time was this ok. Then it came to the 12 week scan. After what I had been through, just to hear a heartbeat was ok with me. My mum was with me, as my husband had to work. We were called in. I could not look at the screen. I just remember the sonographer saying, “are you ready for this, there are two babies.”

After much jumping around, hugs and tears. She managed to get our first pictures. Family were told and we were all excited. From then on it all went well. At around 16 weeks I signed up with Kate Hughes. To her MummyNatal class. She taught me about relaxing and breathing. Plus any questions I had, she would inform me of all my options.

We did make the decision to have a hospital birth, It felt right for us. At about 30 weeks, I was going to hospital twice weekly for monitoring. I did develop gestational diabetes, this was controlled through my diet. All was going well until are last scan at 35 weeks. The consultant started looking at the babies and announced that Twin 1, whom we now known was Mason, was head down.

I squeezed my husband hand, as this meant i could try for a virginal birth. Then the silence came. It felt like ages the consultant said. ” How quickly could you come in”. It turned out both were fine, but my diabetes had masked the fact Megan was smaller than what i had been told. Plus Masons placenta was calcifiing.

With making arrangements with parents. Morgan our eldest, was in good hands. I was admitted to hospital. I was given two steriod injections. They are not a bee sting. They hurt, a lot. I thought i would be going home the next day, to be given an appointment for a c section. Nope, next thing i know, I’m being told that i was having my babies on Friday 29th May 2015.

I woke up that morning feeling very nervous. All I could do to keep myself calm was use the breathing techniques Kate had taught me. Plus I kept hearing her words of calm she always gave at the end of her lessons.

I was told I would be having the c section in the morning and I would be back on the ward that afternoon. As it is always the way, this did not happen. Due to emergencies, I didn’t go down till late afternoon. My midwifes were very impressed on how calm I was. I went to theatre at 5pm and by 6pm. Mason Dylan Green and Megan Gwyneth Green. Were born.

Mason was 5lb 7 and Megan was 4lb 8. Both healthy and crying there eyes out. Reuben managed to cut the cord of one of the twins. I was holding them almost straight away. Skin to skin, just as i had asked and written down in my birth plan.

Feeding was a struggle at first as they had to be supplemented with formula but once my milk came in, I was able to provide the right amount to feed them with.

Mason and Megan are now 4 months old. They are both nearly 12lb each. It has been hard at times, we are getting there. I learn something different about them every day. I keep having to remind myself that they are here.

We have signed up with Kate for baby massage. Im already starting to see how this helps me and the babies. I would love to thank Kate for all her helpful techniques and information. It has helped me alot even now,. When i find myself needing to calm down, after a long day, I will use the meditation lessons. I’m sorry by birth journey is long. It has been great writing it but Thank you for reading.

Birth Story – Henry

Baby Henry

Despite falling pregnant at 39, the fact that I would be in my 40th year when giving birth meant that I was automatically placed in a higher-risk pregnancy bracket and was put under consultant care. At my first consultancy appointment, I was advised that it was protocol for women 40 years and over to be induced on their due date. It was explained that this is because there is a small amount of evidence to suggest that the placenta in older mothers loses efficiency in late pregnancy and therefore there is a higher risk of still birth.

Only three years earlier, I had given birth to my first child, Georgia. I had had a very healthy pregnancy and a relatively normal delivery at 41 weeks so I have to say I was a little frustrated as to why an induction was being suggested just because I was a few years older….after all, if I had fallen pregnant only 5 months earlier, I wouldn’t be under consultant care at all. I was not at all keen to have an induction but at this stage, I put it to the back of my mind and thought I would simply deal with it nearer the time, if the time came! Maybe this time my baby would be early and it wouldn’t be an issue!!

I joined the MummyNatal class when I was approximately 5 months pregnant. I had done a similar course during my first pregnancy and found the techniques and education really helped me to stay calm during labour. During my first class, I mentioned to Kate the advice I had been given regarding being induced on my due date and I explained that this was not at all my wish for my labour. Kate explained that I was in control of my labour and no-one could force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. This made complete sense and really put my mind at rest. If all went to plan, my wish was to have a water birth at hospital but only time would tell whether this would be possible.

My pregnancy progressed well and as my due date drew closer, the “induction” word was starting to move closer to the front of my mind. I started to feel quite pressured and quite worried that my labour was going to go down this route. I decided to have a stretch and sweep at week 39 to try and bring on labour and despite having my show shortly after, nothing happened. I booked another stretch and sweep 3 days later and then a third on my due date in case the second one also hadn’t worked.

My baby was obviously quite comfortable where it was as there was no sign of movement by the time my due date came about. The head wasn’t engaged so it didn’t seem there was going to be any movement anytime soon either. I was still being encouraged to book an induction but I was determined to not go down this route. I wanted my baby to come when he or she was ready.

Despite my reluctance to have an induction, I was fully aware that labour was not only about me; it was of course about the safety of my baby too. The risks that had been explained to me at the start of my pregnancy started to play on my mind and I therefore agreed an “end plan” with my midwife and booked myself in for an induction at 41 weeks. I now had six days to desperately wish my baby to make its appearance the natural way. My midwife booked my induction on the phone there and then and I was simultaneously booked in for foetal monitoring the next day so that they could check my baby’s movements and heartbeat was all fine….which it was.

Whilst at foetal monitoring, I had stretch and sweep number 4. Still baby’s head was not engaged.

I was due to return for more foetal monitoring in 3 days time if the stretch and sweep hadn’t worked.

3 days later, nothing had happened so back I went to foetal monitoring for stretch and sweep number 5 and more listening into my healthy happy baby; the head still not engaged. Whilst behind my curtain being monitored, I overheard a consultant telling another lady that the labour ward was extremely busy and that ladies being induced were waiting three days before they were being taken to have their waters broken because there were so many spontaneous labours.  This only added to my worry as I was not keen to stay in hospital any longer than I needed to, especially as I had my three year old daughter at home and I didn’t want to be away from her.

I reminded myself of the Mummynatal advice; that I could not be forced into anything I didn’t want and that it was my baby, my body and my labour. The night before my induction date, with new-found confidence, I decided that I would go into hospital but if the labour ward was still super-busy, I was coming home. I knew from my Mummy Natal classes and my previous labour how important it is to be relaxed when labouring and for me, the hospital environment didn’t provide that. I just wanted to stay at home for as long as possible to manage my contractions. This worked for me during my first labour and I wanted that again.

The morning of the Induction came and sure enough, I went to hospital and asked how busy the labour ward was. It was still super-busy so I said that I didn’t want to be induced and that I would continue with foetal monitoring instead. I was taken to a ward where a lovely midwife came to speak to me about the potential risks (albeit a low risk) and she explained that she would have to get a consultant to see me. At this point, the pressure to stay and be induced ramped up a notch. I had two consultants standing over me at one point, adding to the list of risks to my pregnancy which to date had been perfectly healthy. After several hours of pondering what was the right thing to do, my husband and I discharged ourselves and went home (on the condition we now had daily foetal monitoring). The minute we walked out of the hospital doors, I felt my body relax – I was really proud of myself that I had the confidence to stand up and not be bullied into a labour I was adamant I did not want.

At 10am the next day, I returned to foetal monitoring only to be told that I had to go straight down to the labour ward instead. I realised there was a plan for me, only I hadn’t been made aware of what that plan was yet! At the labour ward, I was given my own room and a lovely senior midwife explained that they were keen to break my waters to get my labour moving. She explained that if my waters broke, it could mean that I could go into spontaneous labour as the head would finally engage. If this happened, I could potentially have a water birth, as per my birth plan. At this point, I was feeling a bit fed up of being prodded and poked and to-ing and fro-ing to hospital and this option meant that I would avoid the time-consuming pessary stage of induction, so I agree that my waters could be broken. This happened at 12pm.

My husband and I went for a walk around and even popped to Costa for a spot of lunch. I could almost immediately feel slight pains that I was hoping were contractions, which meant a spontaneous labour. I went back to my room at 2pm to be examined and by this point, my contractions were starting to become quite intense and close together. I managed them by counting and breathing calmly – no-one could speak to me during a contraction as I was keen to get in the zone and concentrate on the contraction passing. An hour later, I was checked again by my midwife and it was clear things were progressing quite quickly. I was very calm and collected and in my mind, so pleased that things were progressing spontaneously. My midwife examined me and it was decided that I could go into the birthing pool. I continued to use my breathing techniques to manage my contractions with a little blast of gas and air to help with the intensity. After approximately an hour, I felt the need to push and after what felt like 2 or 3 pushes, at 4.01PM my beautiful baby boy, Henry was born. I was the first one to see him in the water so was able to tell my husband that we had a little boy. We were absolutely thrilled. Everyone was safe and healthy and my labour had gone very much to my wishes. We were all home by 10.30PM that night. I still chuckle to myself when I think that only 12 hours earlier we had left the house for some foetal monitoring, completely unaware of how the day was to unfold and that we would be bringing our baby home that night.

Looking back now, the three criteria that helped me the most were:

-being aware of what my body was doing and why, during all stages of labour so there were no surprises

-being able to use my breathing techniques to remain calm and to cope with all stages of labour

-to have the confidence to go with my intuition so I wasn’t forced into a labour I would have regretted. Of course, if there were any signs that my baby was under stress, I would have just gone with the professional advice but at no point during my pregnancy was my baby stressed; I firmly believe that if the labour environment is calm, then the baby’s disposition is calm too and thankfully Henry remains a very content and relaxed baby boy – long may it last!

Birth Story – Eliza

Baby Eliza

At 37 weeks pregnant, I had an examination and was told I was 2cm dilated, and in ‘slow labour’. As a first time mum, I began to get excited and anxious that established labour was imminent! I told myself that baby will come when baby is ready, and tried to relax remembering the techniques learnt in class.

At 38 weeks pregnant, I was worried I was showing signs of an infection and baby had slightly reduced movements throughout the day. After a trip to the hospital, test results came back clear, and baby was very happy on the monitor! However it was decided by the consultant that I was no longer allowed my planned home birth and I was to be induced at 9:30am on my due date.I remembered that I did have a choice, and after a lot of discussion and questions with various midwifes and consultants, I decided to go against the consultants advice and carried on with my original plan to have a home birth. I opted to go for daily monitoring just to check baby was happy. I felt that this was the best decision for me and my baby.

On the 25th of May, at 11am, my contractions started. I had been having periods of stop/start contractions for several weeks so I tried to relax and carried on as normal, hoping that this was the real deal! By 1pm, my contractions came on strong and were around 4 minutes apart. Initial panic set in, but I focused on my breathing techniques and counted through my contractions which really helped to calm me down. By 4pm my contractions were coming every 2-3 minutes lasting roughly 60 seconds, so I decided to contact the home birth team. After being examined I was very disheartened to find out that I was now only 3cm. I focused on the positives, and told myself that my body was doing what it needed to do!I tried to stay calm at home, focusing on my body and baby. By 10pm, I felt like I needed some form of pain relief as the contractions were becoming much stronger. I had been told earlier in the week that baby was back to back, so I tried various positions that I learnt in class to help with the contractions whilst I waited for the midwife to return. I was examined again as I wanted to know what stage my labour was at. Again, I felt disheartened as I was now only 4cm. By this point I had became pretty exhausted, and I wasn’t coping as well as I liked with the contractions.

I made the decision with the support of my partner, to go into hospital where I could receive stronger pain relief. This was the right decision for me, as I instantly began to relax once in the hospital. I was examined again at 12pm and was relieved to now find out that I was 6cm! YAY! I was then moved onto the labour ward! I carried on counting through my contractions, and kept active around the room. By 1pm my contractions were now coming 1 minute apart, and I was becoming very exhausted.

Even though on my birth plan I only chose to have gas and air, I made the decision to request an epidural as I felt this was right for me. However, it was exceptionally busy on the labour ward through the night, and I wasn’t able to have the epidural straight away. I breathed through my contractions, went into my ‘zone’, and told myself that I was strong, and that my body was designed to do this! At 7am I was finally given the epidural, and I was 9cm! Double Yay! I was so proud that I had managed to get to 9cm on gas and air. I caught up on a couple of hours sleep before being woken up with the news that I was now ready to push!

Throughout the night, baby had shown signs of distress, and was now in a tricky position, so it was decided that if after an hour of pushing baby wasn’t moving, I may need a little help with forceps! The hour flew by before I knew it! But unfortunately baby didn’t want to move! I was then taken to theatre for a forceps delivery and told that if this didn’t work I would be having a C sections. Everything seem to move very quickly, and I quickly become anxious. I tried to remain calm with my breathing techniques and focused on the fact that very soon I would be meeting my baby!

Once in theatre, baby shown further signs of distress and was still in a difficult position, so I was prepped for a C section….

Baby Eliza and parentsAt 11:12am, right on her due date, my beautiful little girl, was born, and she was so worth the wait! Pure love and joy soon replaced the earlier feelings of anxiety. I believe that by listening to my body, I made the right decision to go against induction, and once relaxed, baby knew exactly when she wanted to enter the world! A huge thank you to you Kate, you taught me so many great techniques that helped me through my labour, and although it was a ‘tricky’ labour…I would do it all over again in a heart beat!

Welcome to the world Eliza Amy Jane

Birth Story – Willem

It had been a long wait, but Saturday morning at 41+6 I had a feeling it would be over soon. My midwife arrived around lunchtime for an antenatal appointment and we discussed my options. She mentioned that as of midnight Sunday they wouldn’t allow me to have a home birth, what changes at midnight I do not know but I did know I would deal with that when and if it arrived. We talked about going into hospital on the Monday morning for an induction or for fetal stress monitoring. As I knew things were happening I decided I would go ahead with the stretch and sweep being offered, baby in my mind was clearly ready.

As the afternoon progressed the contractions became more regular and we decided it would be a good time for a walk. Unfortunately, it was carnival day and this meant there was an unusual large amount of people around so we have a lot of stopping and chatting. Mainly starting with the words ‘have you not had that baby yet?’, we smiled and carried on. The time came to send Roran and Rufus to my mums for the night, it was strange to send my baby away knowing the next time I see him he will be a big brother. He clearly wasn’t bothered and loved the idea of a sleepover at Nanny’s.  We ate dinner and I went bed.

I woke about half ten and had a bath to help ease my aches, I put on my music and at this point realised the issue with using the same device for my music and contraction timer. I tried to relax and used my vanilla candles as a birth anchor. Around 11pm Rob rang labour ward as we felt things were progressing and we soon had a phone call back from the midwife who explain she was just going bed so would get to us asap but it may be an hour. She arrived at midnight between Saturday and Sunday. She immediately gave me the impression she was uncomfortable with home births and put me on edge, if I could go back I would have set her away. Her first concern was my dates and I had to explain that (in theory) I still had another 24 hours before my home birth wasn’t allowed. However, if that was the case I wasn’t going in anyway.

My first examination told us I was around 6 to 7cms dilated, and our midwife felt it would be wise to call the second midwife sooner rather than later. I went downstairs to the room I had prepared, for the birth, with fairy lights and candles. However, my midwife went in the other room and started asking question so I just followed her. I never did use my purpose made birth space. The second midwife had arrived by 2am, and with the support of my husband I felt I was coping well. I found that standing was a great position for me, but also moving around help in between my contractions. There was a lot of discussion about me between the two midwives but not a lot with me, which was irritating. I choose to ignore it and carry on thinking about me for a while longer. Around half two I started to use the gas and air hoping things may progress.

My next examination showed I was around 8cms and still the midwives discussed me. They were talking about whether to artificial rupture my membranes or waters (ARM). At the time I remember thinking yes just do it, but I got bored so decided to go toilet. It was then I spotted me bed, my freshly made bed with clean sheets and I thought to myself I am going bed. So I did. I got into bed around 4am, the midwives came running up and Rob told them I was fine and that I wanted to sleep. I dozed for around 20 minutes, I heard conversations, but I rested and I don’t recall any contractions at this time. When I woke the midwives finally discussed the ARM, I agreed to the procedure.

Afterwards I was examined and it was discovered that I had de-dilated. I was now only 4cms, I felt deflated. My first midwife became concerned and wanted to ring labour ward, the second explained to her, not me, that it must have been my bulging waters that had made it look like I was further dilated than I was. At this point I remember hearing about women going backwards and thought no I can carry on. It was around 4.40 am and I wanted to move. Rob went to start a bath. I told the second midwife I felt different and she told me it was because my waters had gone, but I knew that feeling. I remembered it from last time. She suggested I try to toilet, so I waddled to the bathroom and tried to sit but couldn’t. This was the point that she realised I was beginning to crown. We moved back to the bedroom, why I don’t know, and the first midwife tried to get me to lay down I insisted on kneeling.1001151_10151721503001221_1463425969_n

This was it my baby as moments away and I became impatient. I tried to fight my body and get them here sooner, I became very light headed and panicky.  At this point Rob told me to concentrate on my breath, it’s a moment I won’t forget, he brought me back down and calmed me with those words. I looked at him and let my body take control, I don’t recall pushing or bearing down but I gave birth in those next few minutes to my second beautiful boy. It was amazing. He arrived at 5.08 am, less than hour after I had been told I was only 4cms. A healthy 7lb 10oz, the midwife told me she felt that he was no way almost two weeks past his due date.

Birth Story – Persephonie

My EED bump shot
My EED bump shot, just before I headed off to bed 

At 40 weeks I had thought I would still be pregnant for at least another week or two, but it turned out that my little girl wasn’t going to wait as long as her big brothers had. It was my estimated due date and as normal for a Friday I was running around all morning. However around lunchtime I popped to bathroom and was surprised to see I had had a show. Although this had happened before I was more surprised as with the first two I had also been having slight contractions and at this point I wasn’t even having twinges. I decided to ring Rob just to let him know it would be a good idea to make sure he was up to date at work, just in case.

That evening we went out for dinner, just the two of us. We discussed that she may arrive that weekend, so made the plan to make sure first thing Saturday morning we would blitz the housework and get prepared. We arrived home said by to the mother in law and after a long day I was in bed by half 9.

I woke up at 10.45ish with an ache all in my hips, just like the beginning of my first labour which lasted several hours. I took some paracetamol and decided to get some sleep, but after 15 minutes of trying to get comfy I decided I’d like a bath. I was a little worried that this may slow things down but felt it was the best choice if I was going to get some sleep. I lit my vanilla candles, I love the smell of vanilla and find it a great birth anchor for me as it always helps me to relax. I turned the hallway light on so that I could sit in the bathroom in the dark, but not pitch back. As I got into the bath I instantly felt better and could rest, I went into ‘my zone’ began to relax listen to my breathing and let my body do it’s thing. After a while I could feel the contractions, rather than the ache, and tell that they were regular but not really that long – about 30 seconds. During the contractions I found my breathing was enough, and during the intervals I would use the mind body scan which I teach in my MummyNatal classes this gave me a chance to concentrate on me, help my body relax and notice that the intervals were getting shorter.

Around midnight I decided that this was happening tonight and made the effort to get out of the bath to wake Rob. I announced that he needed to get up and tidy the dining room, he didn’t seem impressed but knew there was no point disagreeing. I went back to my bath.

Around 12.30 I needed to move, and I decided to go down stairs to sit on my ball (now it had been tidied up). I noticed the pressure had changed and was a lot more intense than before so I suggested we call labour ward. After the third/forth time of suggesting we call, Rob asked me if I had been timing the contractions and that he thought we should do that first. After around 10 minutes Rob suggested we call labour ward and was straight on the phone. I told him I was going back to the bath and that he was not to let the midwife in without gas and air. The pressure had become very intense and I felt I needed something extra.

The midwife arrived just after 1.30, she came into the bathroom and sat down. She did all of her obs that she could while I was still in the bath, for which I was very grateful. She asked if my ‘waters’ had gone I told her no, and she asked if I had a birth plan. Now birth plans or preferences are a topic I discuss in my MummyNatal classes and how they are an important factor in gaining the birth that you would like, however it is just as important to actually print it off your laptop as well – oops! So I did a quick debrief of what we had planned and told her Rob knew everything so if she wasn’t sure to ask him. She then explained that she was unable, due to it’s shape and where the shower was, to examine me in the bath so asked if we could go to the bedroom. I had originally decided that I didn’t want any vaginal examinations during this labour, but I had changed my mine and decided I would consent. On examination the midwife explained I was 4 cm dilated, to me that didn’t seem right with the strength and pressure of my contractions, but she then told me my membranes had broken – I think it happened in the bath. This made me feel a lot better as I knew from my last labour that I reversed dilated after my membranes had broken but still gave birth within the hour.

We then headed downstairs to my ‘birth room’ which was set up ready with my candles, lights, birth ball and yoga mat. Rob went to ring my mum to come sit with the boys, they were both asleep upstairs but our youngest is a very light sleeper. I used my breathing and birth ball to get into ‘my zone’, while the midwife sat quietly in the corner and just left me alone. Around 2am we heard a very familiar sound the pitter patter of tiny feet, Willem was awake! He stood at the top of the stairs crying and we knew he wouldn’t go back down easily so Rob went up to him in an attempt to get him back to bed, my mum hadn’t arrived yet. At around the same time my pressure change, I let out a different sound than before and the midwife immediately looked at me, ‘that’s changed’ without the need for any type of physical examination she knew it was time. I changed my position so that I was leaning on the birth ball and could immediately feel baby descending, I tried to concentrate on me but kept getting distracted by Rob being upstairs, finally I got my focus and got ready for that magical moment.. Rob obviously knew it was close as he came down before getting Willem back to sleep and was there in time to see our first daughter arrive into the world, with a few breathes a bit of gas and air and a lot of relief.

Baby Persephonie, born 25th April 2015, 2.14am, 6lb 11oz

Baby Persephonie, born 25th April 2015, 2.14am, 6lb 11oz

I had told our midwife we would like a physiological third stage, and my placenta arrived naturally 10 minutes later all by itself. We waited until the birth of the placenta before Rob cut the cord, by this point Willem had come down to join us. He took one look at his new baby sister and asked to go watch Thomas the Tank Engine. Our second midwife arrived 15 minutes after the birth and my mum 5 minutes after her. From the when I noticed my twinges/contractions started to the arrival of baby Persephonie it was just less than 3 ½ hours, the midwife arrived 45 minutes before the birth and left around 2 hours after with the second midwife. By 4.30 I was and bathed in my own bed, ready to face a new chapter in my life.