I had a baby!


So I just re-read my last blog post and I realised I promised to update my blog before my due date and that absolutely didn't happen, so if you care, sorry. 

After 20 weeks my pregnancy was a breeze to be honest. The second trimester was absolutely delightful and I had so much energy! 

I worked up until Christmas and then went onto maternity leave, which to be honest was probably a bit early as the next few months DRAGGED.

I got to the third trimester and wow my energy disappeared. I had soooo much to sort but all I wanted to do was sleep! I actually had naps pretty much everyday, which is something I never do. 

After Christmas my bump grew quite a lot! Before then I didn't feel like I had a bump but I noticed in photos from New Years Eve that I looked absolutely huge, which honestly felt amazing after ages of feeling like I was just a bit chubby!


The next few months were spent getting the final touches ready for the baby and just relaxing really. 

The only negatives about the third trimester was the fact that I got acid reflux every single night and also had ridiculous back pain. Oh, and I was constantly weeing. 

It got to 37 weeks which is when you're classed as "full term" and my midwife told me that the baby was engaged and she probably wouldn't see me again because she thought the baby was going to be a bit early. 

WELL, from hearing that I decided I'd try everything in my power to get baby moving and get her out before her due date. I just didn't want her to be an Aquarius so I was hoping she'd be born after the 20th of Feb. 

I tried walking a lot more, doing loads of the cleaning, eating curries, clary sage baths, eating pineapple, whatever I could think of to get her out of the womb. Would she budge? Course not. 

On Saturday 27th February, I woke up feeling constipated and was having pains as if I needed to go for a poo but I just couldn't poo. My mum told me that when she went into labour for the first time, this was the sort of pains she had, so I was convinced it was the start for me. 

I spent that morning bouncing on my birthing ball, breathing through these pains. I then took a nap because I thought if this was labour, I want to get as much sleep as I could so I had a lot of energy. 

Well, was it labour? Was it eck. I was just constipated. But I was still convinced this was the start of my labour and was extra cautious of anything that happened over the next few days. I had a curry that evening which did absolutely nothing and then I ate a pineapple the next day to try and speed things up. Still nothing. 

Me and Lew took a little walk out to see if that would do anything but nope, nothing. I also couldn't walk far because she was sitting on my bladder and I needed a wee pretty much as soon as we started the walk.

By Monday, I was quite tired and just spent some time relaxing and having a bath. I felt a bit deflated because I wanted to keep getting walks in to speed up the process but I just didn't have the energy which was so annoying. 

On Wednesday, me and my dad decided to take another walk and I managed to do 13,000 steps that day which is probably the most I'd done in a very long time. 

Now here comes the gruesome stuff so exit this if you don't want to hear everything about our child's birth. 

On Thursday 4th March, I woke up every hour of the night for a wee, which was SO annoying. At 4.30am I went to the toilet and noticed a pinkish discharge which I thought was probably me starting to lose my mucus plug. I got so excited but got back into bed. About 6:25am I woke up again as this is when Lew gets up for work and I went to the toilet whilst he stayed in bed. This time I had definitely got my "bloody show". I'd never been so excited in my life, I shouted Lew and told him and even though people have there's and still don't go into labour for a few weeks, I was so excited that this could potentially be the start. 

Immediately after the bloody show I started get pains that felt like period pains and I just immediately knew this was it. My baby was going to be here on her due date! 

Lew didn't want to go into work and he felt like I was going to call him mid-morning to say I needed taking to the hospital. The next few hours was spent having a bath, on the birthing ball and getting some food inside me ready for our daughter's arrival. 

The pains didn't really increase until a lot later in the day, approx. 4pm they were becoming more regular and I remember saying to my mum - oh I just don't even believe this is labour. 

It's only as Lew was getting home they really started to get intense. Lew had time to get a shower and then I was in need for him to ring the birth centre to see what we had to do next. By this point I was having 3 within 10/15 minutes lasting between 30-45 seconds so I knew this is what they class as established labour. I also was using the Freya App (from the hypnobirthing course I did) to track my contractions and this notified me that I was in established labour. The midwife told Lew that I needed to be having 3 within 10 minutes lasting 45 seconds over a 30 minute period before I needed to come in. 

It got to just before 8pm, the Liverpool game had just started, we was eating our tea and I really couldn't manage it. I was standing up eating because the pain was that intense I couldn't sit down. 

Lew called the birth centre again and they told us to come in, as we were 20 minutes away anyway. He got the car and my dad helped me to it because I had to keep stopping when a contraction came. 

I'm so grateful for the Freya app because I was needing this to help me breathe through each contraction. 

Lew put some calming music on in the car and helped me breathe through each contraction whilst he drove despite me telling him off and telling him to concentrate on the road, haha! 

We got to the hospital and went to the birth centre where they took me to a room. The room had no birth pool and I was immediately disappointed because I thought I might not be able to have the water birth I dreamed of having. 

We were left to it for a while and then someone came to see us to ask what type of birth I wanted, I said water birth expecting her to say that wasn't possible but she said she was just getting another room ready so I was so happy!

Me and Lew stayed on our own for a bit, he tried to read sky sports news but I kept needing him to help me breathe so he gave up in the end. I remember then being sick from the pain as I'd had no pain relief so far. 

At about 10pm I was given an examination and they discovered I was only 3cm so they said they could only offer me some paracetamol and (I think) codeine. I am awful with tablets so immediately threw these up so, still no pain relief. 

The next couple of hours were PAINFUL. I was still using Lew and my breathing to get through the contractions but they were horrendous. I remember I kept telling Lew I couldn't do it and he had to keep reassuring me that I was already doing it. 

By midnight I was allowed some gas and air and I was examined again, and my water broke. I remember saying I feel like I've just wee'd myself but she assured me that this was my waters which made me feel so happy that things were progressing. I was then told I was 5cm which made me feel a bit disappointed that I wasn't further on, however I was now allowed in the pool!

We were moved to a new room and I was put into the pool and I constantly puffed on the gas and air. It felt amazing. The next few hours were a blur. I don't really remember the progress, I just remember at about 2am I felt like I needed to push. I must've been pushing a while. Then eventually I felt like she was ready to come out. Within about 6 or 7 contractions her head was out and I could hear my midwife speaking to my baby whilst she was still half inside me, which was proper weird! Then within 2 more contractions the rest of her body was out and caught by midwife who then helped me turn around and placed the most perfect baby girl on my chest. Maria Chiara Emilia. I could not stop crying and even got some tears out of Lew. 

We stayed in the pool, for what felt like ages but was probably just a few minutes, whilst I gazed at our baby girl, my own little family, everything felt perfect.

I was then asked to come out of the pool and lie on the bed. Maria was placed on me for more skin to skin and that's when we were asked to try and give her a feed. I wasn't breastfeeding so we gave her a pre-maid bottle and she managed to drink 90ml - this was the start of Maria becoming a gannet. 

TRIGGER WARNING - 2ND DEGREE TEAR/STITCHES

Whilst having skin to skin the midwife examined me and told me I had a 2nd degree tear and would need stitches. I absolutely dreaded this. I was told that it wouldn't hurt - it would just be uncomfortable, which I believe was a massive fib. I was given a numbing injection and told I could use gas and air but I'm pretty sure they didn't wait for any of that to kick in because I could feel everything. I'm a dramatic person, but I think this was my biggest show yet - I had an absolute meltdown. I was having the stitches in the same room I gave birth so luckily Lew was there, holding Maria. He was so lovely and came over to me and calmed me down and made me look at our beautiful girl and helped me remember why I went through all this pain. 

Once this was done, I was able to enjoy being with my new family. I got my tea and toast which is as good as it's made out to be. Lew had a nap after being up for over 24 hours. I tried to nap but I was full of adrenaline so just lay there, sending my family photos of Maria. 

Considering I gave birth at 3:17am, I didn't expect them to let me out until that evening but after a shower, after me and Maria were checked over, about 1pm and we were allowed to go home! 

The first week of being a mum was a massive blur. I'm going to write about things I've learnt in the next few weeks (don't hold me to that - considering I started writing this post when Maria was about 10 days old and I'm not finishing the post until she's 7 weeks old, I don't get a lot of spare time)

I started this blog when I was 16 years old, pretty sure I'd just done my GCSE's. I've written about my family, relationships, heartbreak, holidays, my mental health deteriorating, my mental health getting better and everything in between. I didn't think I'd still be writing about my life (I know nobody asked to hear about it, but I see how many readers I get so it can't be that boring) 8 years later and writing about the birth of my own baby! 

lots of love

Jennie x 

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