What better way to introduce ourselves on a motherhood blog, than to share birth stories. After reading mine, please feel free to call me a cow!
Just after midnight on 7 July 2012 (after a moment of marital bliss with Daddy Arnold) I started to feel a little ill, nothing major but I just didn't feel right. After about 15 minutes of this I got up to go to the bathroom and there it was, my bloody show. It was at about that time that I experienced my first contraction. The rational part of my brain told me to go back to sleep, but I was just too excited (Daddy Arnold on the other hand, had no such issues sleeping).
After perhaps the longest bath ever - two hours from memory - I decided that I actually was in labour and gave my midwife a heads up. It was only a 20 minute drive to the Family Birthing Centre, so I was in no rush. I lay on the couch with a heat pack on my back until about 5.30am. At that point I decided that I couldn't go on in this pain indefinitely and it was time for some pain relief, so I woke up Daddy Arnold, toddled out to the car between contractions and off we set. At 6am I walked through the door of the King Edward Memorial Hospital Family Birth Centre and into my private room. I asked (or rather Daddy Arnold asked on my behalf) for some gas, as that was the only pain relief I was planning to have) and was told rather sympathetically "I think it's too late for that, you're just going to have to push".
So with no pain relief whatsoever and after only 6.5 hours in labour, at 6.42am on 7 July 2012, I welcomed the most precious baby into the world - my sweet little Baby Boy.
xx. Mummy Arnold.
PS. Tell us your birth stories below...
Just after midnight on 7 July 2012 (after a moment of marital bliss with Daddy Arnold) I started to feel a little ill, nothing major but I just didn't feel right. After about 15 minutes of this I got up to go to the bathroom and there it was, my bloody show. It was at about that time that I experienced my first contraction. The rational part of my brain told me to go back to sleep, but I was just too excited (Daddy Arnold on the other hand, had no such issues sleeping).
After perhaps the longest bath ever - two hours from memory - I decided that I actually was in labour and gave my midwife a heads up. It was only a 20 minute drive to the Family Birthing Centre, so I was in no rush. I lay on the couch with a heat pack on my back until about 5.30am. At that point I decided that I couldn't go on in this pain indefinitely and it was time for some pain relief, so I woke up Daddy Arnold, toddled out to the car between contractions and off we set. At 6am I walked through the door of the King Edward Memorial Hospital Family Birth Centre and into my private room. I asked (or rather Daddy Arnold asked on my behalf) for some gas, as that was the only pain relief I was planning to have) and was told rather sympathetically "I think it's too late for that, you're just going to have to push".
So with no pain relief whatsoever and after only 6.5 hours in labour, at 6.42am on 7 July 2012, I welcomed the most precious baby into the world - my sweet little Baby Boy.
xx. Mummy Arnold.
PS. Tell us your birth stories below...
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