Day Of Birth

Day Of Birth

My husbands been nagging me to write in my diary, and to be honest i have been neglecting it. But I have a good excuse: my son. It’s a full time job to take care of a new born baby.

Nevertheless here is my memories of the day I gave birth to our son. I don’t remember much to be honest, due to the pain, but I will tell you what I remember.

I’ve been feeling bad all day and the contractions started in the evening around 5 PM. As soon as they started, I felt really bad and lay down. My sister was here as well and she timed them.

We had been told to come to the hospital when the contraction length was 1 minute and there was 4 minutes in between. My sister timed them and they were very irregular. I would have a couple of contractions with 5 minutes between them and then I would have some more with 15 minutes in between them. I believe these were premonitory pains.

Because of the irregularity it was difficult to know when the time was ready to go the hospital.

Around midnight we drove off to the hospital. This went quick due to the preparations we had already done. This included packing a bag with the stuff we would need at the hospital, such as baby clothes, my clothes, toothbrush, etc. It took us around half an hour to get to the hospital.

When we got to the hospital, the midwife put two belts on my stomach to monitor the heartbeat of the baby, while the contractions became more intense. Additionally she would occasionally check how much I had opened up down there, by insert her fingers and measuring.

While I was there the pain grew to very intense and every contraction had me tensing my entire body due to the pain. The midwife suggested that I take a warm shower to relax the body, which I did. The helped slightly, but was at the same time difficult as I had difficulty in standing up during the contractions.

After one of the regular checks on how much I had opened up she told me that I was nearly ready for birth. She said that its very unlikely for new mothers to get ready for birth so quickly, but it’s a good things as it will be over much quicker than we thought.

The delivery started, and I was following the instructions given by the midwife on how to push. This meant, to hold my legs upwards, and push during the contraction. The midwife kept encouraging me to push harder and harder, and I must admit it got really annoying at the end. I was thinking “Do I look like I can push any harder ?”, but now I completely understand her.

My husband stood next to me holding my hand and wiping my face with a wet cloth to remove my sweat. I pushed for an hour during my contractions, but the last bit was just too difficult. I was getting tired, and thus my pushing was getting weaker. The midwife told me she could see the top of the baby’s head and I had to push even more.

Due to my exhaustion I simply could not push the last bit, and eventually my midwife called a doctor to assist me. The doctor came and fitted a suction disc onto the top of the baby’s head and helped by pulling during my contraction while I pushed.

Eventually the baby was out, and I must tell you, once the midwife put the baby on my chest I forgot everything. All the pain, the blood, the stress, everything just disappeared and all I could do was stare at my son.

After a bit of rest to me and my son we were moved to a place they call the “baby hotel”, where you are monitored, guided and helped in the job as a new mother.

You can read my husbands (much more detailed) experience here.