Category archives: Birth Stories

  • I woke suddenly on Monday morning at 2am after a vivid dream. I went to pee and noticed mucous with dark red blood. I couldn’t sleep, but went back to bed and rested for a while. I felt fine, but during the course of the morning had more blood and mucous. I called my midwife; she let me know that my Group B Streptococcus screen had come back positive. I understood that for the antibiotics to be effective, I needed two courses 3-4 hrs apart during active labour.

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    At around 5pm the tightenings started to become more regular. When Nick arrived home from work the tightenings were still hanging around, although they weren’t any stronger and I felt as though they might not eventuate into anything. But I asked him to blow up the birth pool as a precaution.
    I felt a bit anxious that if I was going into labour, I needed to give Olga time to get here, and that was playing on my mind. Half an hour or so later I thought that the tightenings were regular enough to call Olga and put her on standby. Another hour not much had changed, but the contractions were still hanging around, so I started to think that maybe I was going into labour. Nick called Olga but the tightenings started to become less frequent, and by the time that Olga and Heidi (student midwife) arrived, they were almost non-existent. Olga did an internal; she thought I was maybe 1-2cm, and that the cervix was still posterior, but very soft. I think I was expecting this, but it was still very difficult to hear.

    I told everyone to go home. Olga told me to lie down and sleep, given that I had been up since 2am. I complied, but as soon as I heard their cars drive away I burst into tears. After a bit of a cry, I tried to focus on sleeping, when all of a sudden I was hit by an almighty contraction which sent me writhing off the bed. It seemed to last for ages. I crawled to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, and noticed that I’d had a huge show. A few minutes later I had another contraction, and then another. I started to shiver uncontrollably and my teeth were chattering. I stumbled out into the kitchen and Nick wrapped his arms around me while I shivered and cried.

    After maybe twenty to thirty minutes of intense contractions, I instructed Nick to call Olga and Heidi and they returned to the house. Olga whispered to me that I was definitely going to meet my baby tonight. She suggested that I hop into the pool, and I asked her to do another internal, which now indicated that I was 5cm. I climbed into the pool and the contractions seemed to melt away. They were so easy and so far apart that I vaguely worried that I had again stalled the labour. A second midwife, Laura, arrived and I heard Olga updating her quietly. I could sense Nick and Heidi sitting close by. Heidi was going to be the main caregiver during the birth, which was great because she had been with me since the beginning. My waters still hadn’t gone. After what seemed like 10 contractions, I had a contraction that caused me to grunt involuntarily.

    When the next contraction flowed through, I got an urge to push, so I did, and felt Freya’s head move down a bit, but not quite as much as I expected. I asked Olga to check me, and when she did, told me that I was indeed fully dilated and that my membranes were still intact. It was then that something changed. With the next contraction I pushed again, and felt my membranes go. And with that, I was hit by an overwhelming pain in my pelvis. I was hit with another contraction, and then another, and had to fight the urge not to push. It just didn’t feel right. The contractions started to slow, and Heidi and Nick helped me out of the water, and I tried to walk around in an attempt to help my baby to change position. With each contraction, the odd pain in my pelvis would return, and I started crying out that I couldn’t do it.

    Thoughts of calling an ambulance started to cross my mind. I had a moment of desperation, and wondered why, after pushing my giant son out so easily, this ‘little’ baby wasn’t budging. It was then that Laura whispered into my ear that she’d like to try something that might help the baby reposition itself. I felt someone wrapping a sheet around my belly, and was instructed to lean into it like a sling, which I did. Immediately I felt relief, and a gush of fluid trickled down my legs. Nick whispered that he had me and so I went with it, and started pushing with the next contraction. I felt my baby’s head come down and start to crown. With the second contraction I pushed her head out easily, and then controlled any urges to push as she rotated. With one last push, she was out, and Heidi passed her to me through my legs. I held her to my chest and just squatted there for what seemed like forever.

    One of the midwives suddenly remarked on how clever the baby was, and I realised that she had attached herself to my breast and was sucking happily away. I had let down as she was born, and this had dripped on to her face. Her cord pulsed for quite some time after the birth, so we were wrapped in towels and I sat on the floor feeding her until the cord stopped pulsating and Nick cut it. The breastfeeding helped the placenta to release, and I pushed it out after only 22 minutes. I still had my baby wrapped to my chest and feeding happily and once the placenta was out I encouraged her to pull off and we checked between her legs to learn that we had a baby girl, and we named her Freya.

    Photography by: Melissa Sheed Photography

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    I was already several days overdue and feeling very fed up with being pregnant, but I was determined not to have a baby on Valentine’s Day. Imagine never being able to get a restaurant booking on your birthday because they are all full of schmoozy couples! I started to get strong contractions on February 14th but I tried to ignore them. But when it got to 10pm that evening I thought, “The baby can come now, it won’t come on Valentine’s Day”. My body heard me and the contractions started ramping up immediately.

    My husband called the midwife and the midwifery student who arrived at midnight. They arrived to find me in my bedroom, lights down low, TENS machine on, listening to Bob Marley. During each contraction I would dance with low, bouncy movements to the reggae beat. It really helped relax me and get through each contraction. An hour later it was too intense for music and I had moved into the candle-lit bathroom. During each contraction I would squat and move my hips side to side, grabbing onto the bathroom sink. With closed eyes I would will the baby to come down. Sometimes my loud moans would turn into a battle cry as my mind screamed “I am a birth warrior and this baby is coming out!”


    During one of these contractions I heard a loud “pop”. My waters had broken, conveniently over the drain on the bathroom floor! Immediately I felt like pushing. “Get me into the birth pool!” I yelled. It was probably only minutes until I got in but it felt like an eternity. I couldn’t wait to get the baby out but was waiting for the warm safety of the water.

    With a few pushes the head was out, and just before 3am with one more push, the body was out. The midwife unwrapped the cord from around the baby’s neck under the water then passed the tiny creature to me. I had a peek and announced, “It’s a boy!”



    Nic and Theo in birth pool 2

    Well I had best document this while it is still reasonably clear in my mind. Theo is now 1 week and 1 hour old. I know in a few more days I won’t remember much at all.

    We all went to bed early Saturday night because I just knew it was time.

    My waters broke at 3 am. I woke Doug up and he had a coffee and sprang into Dougie-action-man mode, packing, repacking, folding clothes and moving furniture. I went back to bed. Contractions were getting pretty strong by about 5 am so we let the midwife know.

    By 7 am we were all awake and everyone was excited. My contractions slowed and we decided a walk on the beach would be a good idea. When we got home food and rest was all I wanted. I went back to bed and my contractions stopped.

    The midwife Tracy came for a visit at midday and she said because my waters had broken I would either have to be in labour or be induced at the hospital before 18 hours (of waters breaking). Luckily contractions started again at about midday and by 3 pm we were off to the birthing centre. I think we had 4 or 5 stops, in the 20 mins it took to get to the hospital, so I could stand to have a contraction.

    We got settled into our room, Doug got busy getting the pool ready, which we had hired and brought along. There was a birthing bath at the centre however we couldn’t guarantee it would be free. My midwives, Sara and Tracy arrived. Labour was in full swing. I rotated between the fit ball, walking and the shower while Doug filled the pool. I hopped in the pool at about 4:30 pm. It felt so good.

    I wasn’t fully over my cold yet and couldn’t breathe through my nose so once I was getting strong and frequent contractions I was having trouble getting enough oxygen into my lungs. Breathing was so laboured and I was so thirsty constantly.

    The intensity increased quickly and I was getting suddenly hungry. It had been about 5-6 hours since I had eaten. Doug had some fruit for me but it was too difficult to try to eat between contractions, it was all a bit quick. Instead I had some cold milo and few bites of a biscuit. More water.

    The pain was started to get really intense and I was flooded with memories of birthing my first child Gabrielle…and getting stuck at 9 cm for hours and hours and the anxiety that came with this. The pain was the same. The midwives continued to encourage me and told me I was progressing well.

    My breathing was really hard and I must have been having trouble getting enough oxygen. My face and lower arms felt a bit tingly and numb. Doug says I was hyperventilating a bit.

    The pool was so good because I was able to go from being on my knees during contractions to easily laying on my back to rest briefly before the next one.

    At around 6 pm I was reaching transition. It was tough. I did mention the “E” word, “Doug! I really need an epidural!” Both the midwives and Doug and said in unison, “Oh, well too late!” Within minutes I wanted to push. This was all new to me as I never got to this stage with G without the Epidural. I remember feeling a bit panicky and wanting to quickly try and push before I was ready. The midwives calmed me down.

    I leaned back against the pool edge and breathed. The pain changed from intense contractions to sharper birthing pain. I could feel the baby’s head. The midwives both remained hands off but used a torch to see what was happening. They encouraged me to push and catch the baby on the next contraction. And I did. He slid out like a big bumpy sausage and I scooped him up and gave him a cuddle. He was just lovely. He opened his eyes and gave a sweet little cry. He was a lovely size, long arms and legs and little bit of fair hair. It was 6:27 pm.

    We let his cord remain attached for a while until it changed colour and I started getting more contractions and needed to get out of the pool. I then birthed the placenta naturally and lay down in bed with my boy.

    He was weighed and measured and the midwives said we could go home or be transferred to the maternity ward. We decided home it was. Doug raced home to get an excited big sister and grandma.

    G came in and said “Where’s the baby Mum?” and then checked my belly giving it a few good pokes admiring how soft it now felt. She then focused her attention on the little baby and stroked his head.

    It felt so good to be aware and able to move around after the birth so I could hold and feed bub. We all went home and stared at the baby. Everyone was on a bit of high and didn’t really want to go to sleep.

    The midwives visited me daily to examine Theo and me. They are simply amazing.


  • Natasha
    I didn’t always want children. During my younger years, despite my curiosity about what it might be like to be pregnant, the whole concept seemed rather alien to me. To have a living being grow inside my body, be birthed in a mess of liquids and blood, to then become my ultimate responsibility, was quite honestly too strange a concept to comprehend. Even witnessing the birth of my brother, at age sixteen, did nothing to change my mind or to demystify human reproduction.

    When I met my partner Manu, my curiosity developed into a want. I wanted his child, and I wanted to be a mother. It took many years before we decided to start trying for a baby. I checked my vaccinations were up-to-date and I stopped taking my pill. My periods had always been erratic and now after years of taking those synthetic hormones they were even more irregular. “Trying for a baby” seemed to be a silly phrase. We were flying blind. We had no dates to go by. Eighteen months ticked by, with no sign that I would conceive. I started reading books. I stopped drinking green tea. I modified my workout regime. I tried to make my body as healthy as I could. Still nothing. My doctor started discussing hormone therapy. I had always been sure that if we could not conceive naturally then I would prefer not to have children. I had witnessed the stress and heartache which can arise from other methods of conception, so I geared my mind towards the life we could have without kids. Still, the questions would creep into the back of my mind. What if something is wrong with me? What if I cannot grow a healthy baby? What if, what if, what if?

    Not long after I started to focus on a life without children, and after almost two years of trying, I took a pregnancy test. It was day ninety-five without a period. When the test read positive, there was no-one more shocked than myself. I took another test. Positive. Shock. Smiles. What comes next?

    My first child, Hugo, was born in a Parisian Hospital. I had wanted a water birth; however the private clinics where this is possible in Paris were not covered by our health insurance. The cost of paying outright for the privilege was a luxury we could not afford at the time. So I put the idea out of my mind, and we selected a well-known hospital from the list provided by my ob-gyn. We had nothing but positive experiences with the staff and midwives we met along the way and this made us more than happy with our choice.

    I intended to birth as naturally as possible. I laboured mostly at home and arrived at the hospital six centimetres dilated. After I had laboured long and hard, the reality of being hooked up to a drip and wearing foetal monitoring as per hospital protocol, took its toll. My resistance had worn thin. I gave in to the epidural which had been dangled in front of me from the moment we stepped onto the ward. Hugo was born not fifteen minutes after my epidural was administered, which left me feeling disappointed in myself. Of course, his birth was powerful and beautiful. I became a mother.

    I believe that everything happens for a reason. In this instance we were in the right place. A complication arose for my little boy and having birthed on the maternity ward of one of the top Paediatric Hospitals in the world, meant Hugo received excellent care. For that I am immensely grateful. I am also thankful for the beautiful midwives who attended me. I could have only wished to have been with my son while his tests and operation were carried out. Being away from Hugo left me feeling disconnected and more helpless than I needed to feel at this moment.

    I felt a real loss of control. Of my body. Of my baby. Of my surroundings. During Hugo’s birth I was given oxygen, flipped onto my back from my preferred birthing position (on my side). I was given an episiotomy with no communication of this until after the fact. I was unable to have my mother and grandmother (both of whom had flown from Perth to Paris) with me during the birth, or during the ten or so hours which followed (while I waited for a room to be made available). All these things made me determined to turn this experience around, should I be lucky enough to fall pregnant once more.

    And I did.

    My Labour and Birth

    Natasha and Cleo

    My last appointment with my midwife, Sara, was on the Monday. She came to my home and we discussed some of the finer details of home birth preparation. We also talked about the chance she might not be able to be at the birth due to scheduling. With my due date so close and Sara’s weekend off coming up, we joked that a birth that Wednesday would be convenient for all concerned. I finally felt ready having just finished a freelance job and was eager for labour to start. I was determined to have Sara with me

    Things started happening the next day, Tuesday, even though I did not realise I was in labour. It did not feel at all like it had last time. Just occasional twinges and a feeling of heavy, tightness in my lower abdomen. I thought it was just the growing weight of my baby and did not give it another thought. It was a rather busy day with many errands to run and my two year old son, Hugo, to look after. I had my final bloods taken, did a big grocery shop and booked in with the beautician. In the afternoon, I had a visit from my Aunt, a trained midwife, and I told her how I had been feeling. She told me I was most likely right as I was already so close to my due date. It was not until after she left that I realised what I had been feeling were contractions. They never became quite regular, and as they became increasingly intense, I notified Sara and my partner, Manu, via text, a kind of “Hey heads up… this could be game on.” By now it was the early evening.

    I was able to get through the evening without too much change to our routine. I made dinner and put Hugo to bed, while simultaneously blowing up my birthing ball and making a few calls. One, to my mother to let her know what was going on, and another to my Dad and his wife who had agreed to look after Hugo. We decided it was best Hugo stay with us and be collected in the morning.

    After Hugo was asleep, we inflated the birth pool. We made sure everything else we needed was close by. It was strange to see the pool there, waiting, knowing it was soon to be used.

    The evening passed fairly quietly with the contractions growing stronger. The baby moved a lot during the contractions which only seemed to make them more intense. Occasionally, I looked at the time to see how far apart they were. Sara had told me to call her when I had three contractions in ten minutes, but that had already happened early in the evening. They just never felt strong enough to warrant calling her. Having birthed once before I knew just how intense contractions could become, so I just went with the flow. I welcomed each contraction, excited that we were not far from meeting our baby. I noticed that the contractions picked up the more active I was, and would almost stop if I relaxed. Continuing the same activity also seemed to slow them.

    Manu, who was trying to be a trooper passed out on the couch at some point, so I sent him off to bed to conserve some energy. I dimmed the lights, lit some candles and left late night TV on for distraction. By 2am I was feeling weary and nothing much seemed to be happening. I decided things were a long way off and to try to rest. When I lay down my contractions almost disappeared but were extremely painful when they hit. So I climbed onto the couch and piled up the cushions. I kneeled semi-upright and rested my head and eyes. The contractions slowed to one every ten minutes and I really started to believe it was false labour. It was not until I got up to use the toilet, that I felt dampness between my legs and saw blood. Not having experienced this with my first birth, I became very uncertain of what was going on. The contractions also returned at this point with force. Four in ten minutes. I woke Manu and said I thought it was time to call Sara.

    As Manu related to Sara what was happening, I realised my contractions had stopped again and got him to pass me the phone. I had only one small contraction while Sara asked me about the blood and I was sure she would think it was a false alarm (since I had managed to talk with hardly a pause). She said she was on her way and to wait for her before filling the pool. When we ended the call it was about 3:40am. As soon as I put the phone down, the contractions returned. This time they did not let up. They were regular and intense at least every minute and a half to two minutes apart. At this point I wondered if we had left it too long to phone.

    While we waited Manu stayed with me and kept busy warming a heat-pack for my lower back. He also replaced the bad, late night TV with some of my favourite music. Sara arrived at around 4:10am. I heard her car pull-up and her wheeled bag on our drive-way. It was a huge relief to see her face. She came over to me to see where we were at. At this point I was kneeling on the floor, rocking my hips from side to side while resting my head and arms on the sofa. I had the heat-pack balancing on my lower back. Sara lifted it (the heat-pack) and with just that quick look, told me the baby was not far away.

    Sara helped Manu to fill the pool and then sat beside me to make a few notes. After each contraction had passed she would tell me how well I was doing and how some of the shorter contractions were a “big surge” to help the baby along. It was comforting. She did not interfere. She just left me to get through the contractions. This was all I needed from her, as by this stage I was in “The Zone.” Sara told me she was going to call for a backup midwife. The fact that she told me she was going to call Sue from The North Team, as she was the closest should have clued me in as to how quickly things were moving.

    Sara made her call to Sue, and I heard her say “This one is going to come like a bullet train.” This really spurred me on as I knew I was not far away from delivering. At the same time, Manu had been calling the others who wished to be at the birth. My mother (who was already on her way), my aunt and Kerryn, my student midwife.

    By now the pool was filled and at the right temperature. Sara told me I could get in when I was ready. My Mum arrived at about this point. I think I had about two or three contractions after that, and then Sara very casually asked me if I was going to get into the pool. I said I would wait for the next contraction because I could feel myself becoming unsteady. Once it had passed, I stood and I realised I was damp between my legs again. Sara said it was probably my waters. As I sank down into the water the sense of relief was amazing. It really helped with the pain I had been feeling in my tailbone and it soothed my lower belly. The other thing I felt at that moment was my waters breaking. I could feel the gush, even though I was in the water and I remember looking down and seeing the water ripple.

    The contractions I had while in the water were still intense and with each one I had a real urge to rise onto my feet. Each time Sara reminded me to keep my bottom well under the water. I experienced only one or two contractions in the water before I said something was pushing and we hastily removed my bikini bottoms. Sara asked for a mirror and a torch and said she could see the baby’s head. I had at this stage felt more pressure between my legs and had reached a hand down to ease it. I could feel the baby’s hair.

    “If you feel like you want to push, then you should,” Sara guided me. I am not sure that I felt the urge to push, but more that the baby was coming anyway. I do not think I even waited for the contractions. I just pushed. With the first push the baby’s head was born. I felt a hand reach down to touch it. (I thought it had been Sara’s, but it was actually my Mum’s). I pushed again almost immediately and the body was born. I had been kneeling, resting over the side of the pool and the baby came in to the water behind me. I never expected that it would happen quite that fast, so I am very glad that Sara did. She gently guided the baby back between my legs and I brought it to the surface of the water. I could not believe it was already over. The baby gave a small cry and then was calm.

    After a few minutes I was curious about the baby’s gender and I tried to look. The umbilical cord was short and was passed through the baby’s legs. It made it very hard to see. Soon Sara asked about the baby’s gender and so we all started to look. Manu called out, “He’s a girl!” To which I responded, “Well, which is it then?” From my angle, with the baby in my arms, it was difficult to see. I thought I had spotted boy bits. Finally, I was able to see for myself and, “He” was indeed a girl! It was not long before we were asked if she had a name. I looked at Manu and he knew I was not going to budge. So Cleo Rose Jay was born.

    Cleo came in to the world on Wednesday the 8th of January 2014 at 5:10am, about an hour after Sara arrived at our door. Cleo’s speedy arrival meant that only Manu, my Mum, Sara and I were present at her birth, while her big brother slept in his room. Despite the speed with which she arrived, it was a very peaceful, beautiful and intimate birth. Everything I had wished for. Cleo weighed 3.43kg and measured 54cm. I am very grateful to have had Sara as my midwife. I feel like we were on the same page. She understood my wants and needs, and made me feel completely supported and respected. With every appointment I became more and more confident in her expertise. Along with her experience, she has great instincts which she listens to. This allowed Cleo’s birth to be completely non-invasive. Add to that, her sunny smile and happy giggle, I could not imagine a better person to have helped me live such a dreamy experience.

  • I am writing to share our wonderful news that baby Ferguson was born on Tuesday 27th January 2015 at 15:17 weighing 8lb15oz and 52cm long! He is an absolute joy and we are just so in love with him.

    Aimee Ferguson and Dan


    I am happy to share my labour story, it is the most challenging but most rewarding and indeed life changing experience I have ever had and every time I think back to it I feel so emotional.

    My labour had been building for around a week prior to my due date and prior to the contractions coming at an intensity where I had to focus on them passing. One midwife’s piece of helpful advice was that labour really is just a continuation of pregnancy – it doesn’t just start and stop, your body starts to prepare itself long in advance of active labour. At around 2am on 27th January after a night at the Australia Day fireworks, I decided that it was time to wake my husband. I had been having a number of contractions which caused me to get out of bed and lean on all fours.

    I had asked many people what a contraction feels like but could never fully comprehend it. I now realise it must be so different for every woman. It is not pain. For me it was a radiating tension, a muscular feeling, like the body was very gradually achieving opening. I relied on the positive messaging I had been surrounded by throughout my pregnancy and using my breath to ease the tension. Knowing that each surge would only last a maximum of a minute helped enormously. I knew that I could do anything for just a minute and Dan was great at counting me down and forewarning me between contractions when another may start. I had a bath, used favourite music and generally tried to remain as calm and collected as possible. I was amazed at how lucid and normal I felt between the surges but remembered my yoga teacher’s advice and forced myself to try and do absolutely nothing and retain my energy.

    After around 6 or 7 hours, our midwife visited us at home to assess whether or not I should be going to Fiona Stanley Hospital. By this stage, the contractions were so intense I found the only way to get through them was to be standing and holding on to Dan whilst swaying. To my amazement, I had reached 5cm and in the process of the examination my waters were accidentally broken and so it was off to hospital time. We drove from North Fremantle to Fiona Stanley Hospital with me doubled over the back parcel shelf during contractions. I was envisaging this part being at night, not in rush hour in broad daylight.

    Once we got to the hospital, everything aligned and they had the birthing pool working and a midwife who could deliver water births. I was over the moon as had been told this would not be an option. It was all starting to feel very real, exciting and daunting, but still we tried to keep calm. The pool was just amazing. Dark, private, relaxing and super deep. I could not believe the analgesic effect of water could be so great.

    I laboured for a total of around 5 hours in the pool instinctively finding the most comfortable position throughout each surge being kneeling. My midwife was incredible, really allowing the process to happen naturally and retaining the peace in the room. I was loud and vocal with long breaths and tones coming out of me that I never knew existed. I had some of our yoga music playing and had some incredibly emotional moments accompanied by tears all of which helped me to refocus on what was happening. The minute I tried to fight or control it the intensity would become more unbearable so it taught me to remove those thoughts from my mind. I knew that everything I was going through was entirely for our baby and he or she was also part of the process and trying just as hard to come into the world.

    Once I could feel our baby’s head, I knew I would be able to nearly meet the life which had been inside me for such a long time and it spurred me on to the final stages. I was exhausted. Remember some energy gels if you have a dodgy tummy like me and can’t usually keep food down. With the encouragement of Dan and my midwife I knew I had to dig deep and allow my baby into this world. I had no concept of just how hard I had to push, but it was harder than I was prepared for. In my transition I shouted “help me” a lot of times and also did the standard, “I can’t do this; I don’t have it in me.’

    Eventually, baby Ferguson peacefully came into our arms through the water. Dan and I broke down entirely – your heart literally cracks open. He is absolutely perfect and we could not and still cannot stop just looking at him in utter amazement. We are all he needs and we are overwhelmed with love for him.

    I feel so utterly blessed that I will always look back at labour with such positivity, it is something I never want to forget and I can’t thank the Community Midwifery Program enough for your support and guidance throughout my pregnancy.

    A final piece of advice I can give is to not underestimate the intense work-out that the body will have to go through in labour and how in need of nourishment, support and love the mother will be afterwards. I felt incredibly vulnerable and needed a lot of help to just move around in the first week with lots of lying down.





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    My homebirth journey for baby two didn’t start as planned but I was soon assigned the lovely midwife Sara, who was there for the homebirth of my first, and everything just fell in to line. I educated myself a bit more and was feeling very confident in myself, in my body, in my midwife team and in my baby.

    I didn’t have any definite signs that labour was pending. Before bed on 10 August 2014 I got a bit emotional and my Braxton-Hicks became a bit more regular but nothing that had me suspicious. I was currently 4 days ‘early’ and my son was born 8 days ‘late’ so I figured I had plenty of time – so much so that we hadn’t tested the birth pool – oops. At midnight I suddenly woke up and thought ‘oh something is happening’, I stood up & my waters broke. Hubby was still up so I went and told him and he got the birth pool ready whilst I rang my mum who was going to join us for the birth.
    Early labour surges started about 1.30 am, I’d sent hubby to bed to get some sleep & my mum stayed up with me as I couldn’t sleep anyway. I was way too excited and couldn’t wait to meet our little one. I spent my time on the fit ball, or kneeling against the couch breathing through surges, rocking & swaying and walking. I also used the TENS machine which was amazing. Surges were pretty consistent from the beginning, approximately every 5 mins. At 5.30 am I called the midwife, birth photographer and student midwife, they all arrived by 7 am.

    Labour ramped up at 8 am, baby was posterior so my body had a few long 2 minute surges turning bub into the right position. Breathing through them I was just happy to know bub was turning and doing what he or she needed to do! I continued to use the TENS machine and deep breathing to get me through each surge as they got longer and stronger. I also had a great team around me who encouraged me when I needed it, made a few jokes to make me smile and were silent when I was in the zone.

    About 9 am I got in to the birth pool, pure bliss, it was lovely. From here it was just a matter of letting my body do its job, I was confident that we could do this. My midwives were very understanding of my needs and just let me do what I needed; assisting with massage and encouragement. My husband was amazing, holding my hands and just being there, in the moment, helping me through. At 10.25 am, just when I was starting to think I was going to be in labour forever, I was breathing through a strong surge I felt bubs head move right down. I was so excited, I put my hand down, and our baby was coming! Next surge the head came out and next surge was the rest of our beautiful baby. Born in to the water and lifted straight on to my chest where I first saw HER beautiful face, she was perfect in every way and I was on cloud 9. I wear glasses and didn’t have them on at this point so I had to ask hubby if we had another gorgeous boy or if we had just welcomed a beautiful little girl. Girl she was, Mila Elizabeth Collinge, born 11 August 2014.

    Photography by Cathy Britton