So I have been musing over a few thoughts in my head for months now, since Breastfeeding week to be exact. I have been discussing my thoughts with friends, strangers and a lot with Harrison (he seems uninterested).
Given that Harrison is almost 1, I wanted to finally post his birth story on the blog. Mostly for me to look back on when my memory gets too foggy from all the lack of sleep.
Marcus and I headed in for our weekly appointment when I was 39w5d. I had been on maternity leave for a week and there was no signs I was having a baby anytime soon. During the appointment our Doctor did a few checks and there were quite a few things weren’t ideal for a natural delivery. Namely his size, position and the fact that he hadn’t dropped into my pelvis yet. After a lot of discussion with our doctor, Marcus and I went away to chat about our options. We had 3 options; wait for me to go into labor, be induced, or schedule a cesarean.
We had no idea what to do, but I really wanted to avoid an emergency cesarean or a traumatic natural birth (forceps, tearing etc). So finally, a call to my mother in law helped us make the decision. She had three boys by cesarean; my husband was the first where he was in distress and it was so urgent she had to have a general anaesthetic to deliver him safely and quickly.
Then it was baby time. I didn’t realise they had even started before I was being told “we can see the head, boy that’s a big head”. Then, unexpectedly for me, the curtain in front of me was pulled down! I watched our little man be born!
The sensation of having an almost 4kg and 55cm baby pulled out of your stomach is incredibly strange but the most noticeable was that I could breathe!
I will spare you the bare chested photos but he crawled up and latched on like a champ. It took a little while for my spinal to wear off but we were hanging in recovery as our new family of 3 and were in no rush! When we got up to our room about 6pm, I was famished! I had 2 plates of sandwiches and was still hungry. I hadn’t eaten all day and now had all this room to actually fit food in. One important thing that I was told was to pace myself with the food, as the spinal can make you feel nauseous and I definitely did not want to throw up.
That first night, Marcus’s parents came up to meet their new grandson. I was surprised they were able to stay away until they did, it was about 8pm by the time they came up. They did bring up some dinner for Marcus which was great. He hadn’t eaten since lunch, I wasn’t going into labor so we didn’t bring any snacks or anything.
I was able to get up and have a shower the next day, assisted by 2 midwives and in a chair. There is no modesty after having a baby regardless of how you deliver. After that though I was fine. I went on lots of walks around the ward to help with my swelling and followed my doctors instructions to keep on my pain relief! My stitches came out on day 5 before I headed home, but I had at most a 1/10 pain while I was in hospital then not even that once I was home. I stopped taking all of my painkillers about 2 days after I got home.
Harrison is now almost one and such a happy little guy. He is 6 months in this photo and his grin hasn’t changed.