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And Then We Went For Breakfast.... My Birth Story

Updated: Aug 5, 2019

In case you are not familiar with my story, my first birth was chaotic to say the least. After being at the hospital only 35 minutes, we welcomed a baby girl into the world, and then my body went into shock. You can read my original blog post here , although I don't think I had processed how dramatic the delivery was when I wrote it.

Preparations for this delivery were much more precautious, with conversations about what would happen in the event of a home delivery, or a roadside delivery if the baby made an even quicker appearance this time.

Fortunately, we were able to deliver at the hospital as planned. At 10 days overdue, we had a little girl. The afternoon before she was born, I had an appointment with the mid-wife and they used a balloon to send the baby the message that it was time to evacuate, and send me into labour naturally. Leaving the office I had déjà vu from our induction with Zoey where I was encouraged to go home and sleep, and given instructions for the morning when I was to meet the mid-wife at the hospital.

I asked my parents to keep Zoey over night as my nerves kicked in. The conversation gave me flash backs to my first delivery, and I did not want to risk waiting for someone to meet us so they could watch her, or having to throw her in the car and bring her to the hospital.

Around dinner time, I felt a little gross, and I did not expect the baby to wait until morning. As contractions started to kick in, I called the mid-wife around 9:30. I was anxious about how quickly my contractions move from a state of being not so bad, to oh crap the baby’s coming, so I called.

After a brief discussion she suggested I wait a little longer and call back if anything changed. Then I attempted to sleep like advised, which seemed to slow things down. Obviously I didn’t get any sleep, so by 11:30 I decided to send the baby a message of my own. I started walking around the house, made myself a tea, and did anything I could think of to get this kid moving.

By 1:00, contractions were consistently 4 minutes apart, but there was an excruciating pain in my hips. I could not get any relief to the hip pain regardless of whether I was standing, sitting, lying down etc. When I called the mid-wife again I mentioned that the hip pain was significantly worse than the contractions, and she agreed to meet us at the hospital. As she said, ‘let's go have a baby’s my husband jumped out of bed, as if on cue (somehow he was able to sleep through my whining and pacing). I told him, and the mid-wife that we did not need to rush this time, things weren’t too bad yet.

No less than 2 minutes into our drive to the hospital, I was eating my words. Things got much worse, very quickly. By the time we got to the hospital (which was only a 15 minute drive thankfully), I had another round of déjà vu and knew the baby was on it’s way.

Because of the shock and chaos of my first delivery, the nurses and mid-wife made preparations in case of hemorrhaging this time. Once they finished the preparations, it was time to break my water and have a baby. Leas than 10 minutes after they broke my water, and roughly 1 contraction, we were meeting our second little girl.

As a precaution, they pumped me full of fluids and IV medications after the baby was born, and I believe it made a difference. Not only did I have a healthy appetite after the delivery, but I was well enough to go home only a few hours later. Because it was early morning when we left the hospital with our new baby, we stopped and had breakfast at our favourite little greasy spoon restaurant.

This may sound ridiculous, not only were we our of the hospital before breakfast, but we went out to eat with our baby who was only 5 hours old. For us, it was convenience, and celebration. The convenience of not having to cook but still get a reasonable meal after a crazy night, and celebratory because I was well enough to be going home so soon after delivery.

Every day I am shocked and amazed at how much better I feel compared to my recovery from my first birth, and how much I am able to do already. Which serves as a reminder that every birth, just like every pregnancy can be so different, and having one rough or traumatic delivery doesn’t mean that you cannot have a positive experience as well.

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