For those who have asked and are not AB members… a quick (and this one will be quick) run down on how Muski arrived…
Monday June 11th – 40 weeks with no sign of a baby any time soon
Thursday June 21st – 40 +10 I decide I want to wait and refuse a repeat c-section. We spend the next week or so in and out to the hospital to be monitored, while I try everything I can think of to encourage this baby out on my own. Eventually I agree to book the c-section for Tuesday June 26th if nothing happens before then.
Sunday June 24 – 42+3 I wake at around 4am with mild contractions. They stay mild but regular all day. We head into the hospital late arvo for our routine monitoring.
4:30pm – baby is happy and contractions regular while being monitored.
5pm – our OB goes off call so I see his partner. 3cms dilated, I want to go home but he wants us to stay.
7:30 pm – we have walked the halls and organised a child swap – the girls arrive with L and then are picked up by my parents shortly after.
8:30 pm – we watch Big Love and laugh a lot. Contractions are getting a little stronger and closer.
10ish – our amazingly awesome support person S arrives. 6cms dilated OB suggests he rupture my membranes and I agree, anything to get my high baby to engage.
Time goes a tad wonky for me from here on in LOL.
I spend time in and out of bed, trying to get Muski to actually drop into my pelvis as he is still up really high.
Things get a lot more intense. I start having contraction on contraction on contraction and get pissed off that I am not getting a break in between.
The hospital midwife asks if I am feeling ‘pushy’ to which I reply no… then suddenly next contraction I am. Somehow I change positions and things get wild while I push.
No idea how long I pushed for, just when I felt like there was no possible way I could keep it up, someone suggests I stop pushing and pant and he is born…. just like that, into my arms.
S says it is 1:58am and I can’t believe it is that late! It didn’t seem like it had been that long since they broke my waters.
Placenta is delivered, I get stitched up (only 4 or 5 stitches) with Muski on my chest sort of having a feed but not really. Then we get left alone for a cuddle and to make some phone calls.
After about an hour they came and weighed him – I still don’t think he seems so huge but everyone was exclaiming about his size – 4.6kgs (10 pounds 3 oz) (before we went home they did head circ – 37cms and length – 52cms). I had a shower and we headed off to the ward at about 4am and all three of us collapsed into the double bed and slept for a while.
I got my very much wanted VBAC.
And while I know VBAC is not for everyone, for me it was incredibly important and really empowering. (To understand the full story behind Muski’s birth you need to read about our twins birth here) It is probably one of the best things I have ever done in my life and one of the things I am most proud of.
So if there was a VBAC badge – hell I’d be wearing mine!