“Our Birth Experience was surreal and beautiful. Sarah was born in 34 minutes of me arriving at the hospital. 

My waters broke at 5.30am that morning, everything was very calm.There was no sign of any sort of contraction until 9am. I called our Midwife/Doula who arrived at about 10am. She was surprised to find both Malc and I smiling, commenting on the beautiful day, drinking tea and in fabulous giggly spirits. She suggested that Malc goes for a nap, as in her view, this was going to take very long time.

Off he went, and I settled on the sofa in a Yoga Cobblers Pose. (Cross legged). Iran, our Doula, propped pillows on either side of me and told me to try sleep. I felt safe knowing that she was holding space and observing progress. So I fell into a deep trance like sleep, diving into all my favourite visualisation.

The contractions were mild, even less than period cramps. Every time I had a contraction, my foot would flex and that is how Iran (Doula) was timing them. I kept visualising the whole anatomy of the birthing process, I saw my cervix softening and opening and the baby moving knowingly down towards the exit. I still thought I needed to save my strength for the real stuff, as to me nothing was really happening that resembled the movies and everything I had once believed Labour to feel like. Nope, It was all too chilled.

At 12.20pm I woke up with the first proper contraction. I had to stand up and focus on my breath. Iran suggested waking Malc up and heading to the Birth Centre. She was tentative, as of course they would send us back if I was not 4cm dilated, and with waters broken, she did not want to investigate in case of possible infection.

To be safe, we got into the car and headed off, bags packed, all set for my water birth. I had two contractions driving on the N1 and I felt things were starting to get going as we arrived at the hospital. Malc said he would park the car and follow us up.  Iran and I headed in, through the entrance doors, I suddenly had a strong urge to Push and stopped, holding onto the vending machine. I needed the loo.

Little did I know that was the pushing sensation you get in labour. Iran kept me walking to the elevator and urged me not to go with the push. We arrived at the assessment unit, to be greeted by a cranky maternity nurse who said, as it was my first baby, she wanted to warn me that she would have to send me home if I was not 4cm dilated. She then gave me a plastic jar and asked me for a urine sample. I tried not to be offended by her abruptness. I took the jar , Iran’s arm, and walked slowly toward the loo. I sat down, still with my sheepskin coat on, unscrewed the jar and then again : “I really need to go to the loo.” I said to Iran, “I have to push”. She insisted I don’t push as she lifted me off the loo, got on her knees to check what was going on, and said : “I see the head, darling, don’t push.” The baby is coming.  She opened the loo door and shouted to the maternity nurse.
Suddenly there was a flurry as they realised baby was crowning.

When we arrived in the delivery room, I headed straight for a large bean bag in the corner and found myself in a sort of cat/cow position, on all fours. The midwife assigned to us introduced herself from behind, “I haven’t seen your face yet”, she said, “I’m Lucy.”  This introduction was then followed by 4 big contractions and with each one, I attempted not push, but allow nature to do the work. I also feared that at this hurricane speed, would I tear?

Sarah greeted the world head first, with face still clothed in amniotic membrane. Known as “Born en caul”.  As the rest of her little body was about to birth, the midwife told me to reach around and catch her, I did.

It was beyond anything I could have dreamed of, this little life then sitting in my arms, tears rolled and I felt joy like never before. The midwife put Sarah onto my belly and straight away she crawled up like a primate and latched on.