How hard could it be? I’ve done it once before and managed to come out ok. (Obviously, or I wouldn’t be preparing to give birth again!)
After Dreyson’s breech birth, I thought Mila’s would be fairly easy going.
My birth plan this time round was: no matter what, get an epidural. But things didn’t quite go as I’d expected.
The doctor had confirmed for sure this time, that the baby’s head was engaged in my pelvis and she was in the perfect position for delivery. Yes!
But here I was at 40 weeks pregnant, getting bigger and bigger, with no sign of labour.
On the morning of the 19th of May, I went in to the hospital to have a ‘cervical sweep’. (This is where they stick something up your hooha and sweep your cervix or even stretch it, in order to release the hormones that may then initiate labour.) This is not the most pleasant of experiences.
I left the hospital after this not-so-nice procedure and immediately had dull cramping that lasted the entire day.
At 9pm some contractions began, so I downloaded an app to time and log them.
They were coming pretty close together, and seemed to be getting closer so Andre and I took a stroll around our complex until I was too uncomfortable to walk. (Basically 2 minutes!)
We went to the hospital and waited to be checked by the nurse.
I told her I was in some pain and that my biggest fear was missing out on an epidural.
She checked me, and I was only 2cm dilated. Too early for an epidural.
As soon as she’d finished checking me, the pain of the contractions intensified. I told her I couldn’t understand how I could only be 2cm dilated but be in so much pain.
She gave me an Endone,which is like a strong pain killer tablet and told me to go back home and sit in the warm shower to ease the pain. She also told me I needed to call before coming back to the hospital. Thankfully, we only lived 5 minutes from the hospital.
I painfully waddled my way back to the car and somehow got in and we headed home.
When we arrived in the car park of our building a few minutes later, I could not get out of car. I was in so much pain and Andre didn’t know what to do, so he rang my mum, who was upstairs in our apartment with my dad looking after our peacefully sleeping 2 year old Dreyson.
Mum came down to the car park and took one look at me sweating profusely and told me to go back to the hospital. They had told me I needed to ring before returning so I rang between contractions and (breathing heavily) told them who I was, and that I needed to return to the hospital ASAP as the pain was intolerable.
The nurse on the phone told me “it’s not possible that you’ve changed so much in 5 minutes, so just go take a hot shower, wait for the Endone to kick it and call us in 1 hour with how you’re doing” I told her I couldn’t handle the pain but she was adamant that there was no point coming back to the hospital just yet. I hung up, completely terrified and mum said “Just go! Go now!”
So we drove out of the carpark on our way back to the hospital, me literally screaming “Help me Jesuuuuus!!” (Mum later said she saw residents coming out on their balcony to see who the mad woman screaming Jesus was. Haha!)
Andre pulls us into the hospital car park at the front door, I struggle through the doors in excruciating pain, see a sofa in the hospital foyer right by the front door where I was standing, so I waddle over to it to lean on it through my contractions.
As Andre is getting my pillow from the car, I start to lean on the sofa and my water breaks. And not a small polite trickle like my first birth. I mean a huge, forceful flood of water, so much so that I looked down and my pants were inflated like a balloon!! NO. Not here in the foyer! I’ve made such a mess! And right at the front doors where everyone can see!
Right at that moment, Andre walks in through the front doors with my pillow and sees my ballooned pants and the puddle underneath me (And probably my freaked out facial expression!) and realised it was go time.
I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to push.
I screamed at Andre “I need to push!!”
And he yelled out to anyone who was listening “somebody help! She needs to push!”
It was 1am so the hospital foyer was empty. (Thank God!)
A receptionist from somewhere came running and told us the midwives were on their way.
A minute later the midwives came running as I was on all fours of the sofa, wailing at the top of my lungs.
“Brooke, we’re just gonna put you in the wheelchair and take you up to the ward OK”
“I NEED TO PUSH!!!” I screamed.
The midwife started to pull down my pants and underwear and said “I’m just going to see where you’re at, OK Brooke?” Followed quickly by “OK, you’re having this baby right here”
I let out an awful scream, at the realisation that I was having a baby on the couch in a hospital’s front entrance. This birth plan failed even harder than my first!
“I want an epidural!” I cried.
“It’s too late for that Brooke”
Oh, please no! My worst fear!
As the urge to push came again, the midwife told me to push.
I mostly screamed.
She gently told me to stop screaming and focus on pushing.
I did and could feel the head coming out. They told me to push again and with that second excruciating push, Mila Joy was born!
Just like that. Hours of complete terror and pain, over. Instant relief. My beautiful, healthy baby girl in my arms, pants and undies still pulled down, while I’m being wheeled up to the ward to deliver the placenta. (actual photo below)
It was such a surreal experience.
I was now one of “those” people, who didn’t make it to the hospital in time. Though technically I did, but only to the entrance! (and yes, the nurse did apologise for sending me home and felt really bad about it!)
My little Mila was perfect.
3.6 kilos, 49cm long and a testament to the faithfulness of God.
Psalm’s 128:3 ‘Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house. Your children will be like olive shoots around your table’ was now a reality.
Isn’t it amazing to see the promises of God come to fruition in your life?!
He’s a good God. And my family is now complete 🙂