I started having braxton hicks over the weekend. On the tuesday I went to my Dr (Pregs) and told him I was having back spasms every twenty minutes or so. He wasn't that interested. Tuesday PM I went for a 5km walk, not really knowing what to think, though stopping every so often to let the back spasms pass.
On the Wednesday morning it was occuring every ten minutes. Lars went and bought me any food my heart desired and waited out the front of JB HiFi till it opened so he could buy me every episode of the Vicar of Dibly (Dawn French). Spent the rest of the day on the couch watching the Vicar and laughing a lot.
Lars came home at midday and I cooked him lunch. I told him that the back spasms were a bit much and that I had made an appt at the acupuncturist for 4pm. Lars drove me to appt. My acupuncturist, Daryl broke the news to me that, with surges 8 minutes apart, I was in labour. He gave me a treatment to relieve back spasms and warned me that it could speed up the labour.
At 6.30pm I ate a full dinner, including a half glass of wine. At 7.30pm I was on all fours and asked Lars to call the hospital (surges 5 minutes apart). Lars supported me by just pressing on my forehead (hand must be cold).
Nurse at St V's told me to come in. Got into car at 8pm. Driving there I felt so calm. It felt like it had all stopped and I told Lars to turn around and go back home as I felt silly going to the hospital and not really needing to go. Lars suggested we keep driving a little. I then felt a distinct pop and my waters broke.
Parked in the car park at St V's and clamoured to the hospital entrance (wet pants and all). As I was doing this all the pregnant girls from their birthing class came walking towards us. I must of scared the shit out of them! Got to reception and Lars patiently waited for the woman to stop talking (I wanted to kill him). Luckily receptionist saw me and sent me straight up. Meanwhile, two guys tried to get in the lift with us? Receptionist told them to get out before I had a chance to tell them myself.
Admitted to labour ward at 8.45pm, 5cm dilated. Thats when things went full steam ahead. The surges didn't really stop and I was tearing hair out and asking for an epidural. At this stage Lars just sat there patiently, he knew better then to touch me. However, at about 9.40pm (according to Lars) I was wanting to go home and I wanted to do a poo. Midwife picked up on it straight away. Luckily Pregs was already there. He came in and was shocked to see Dulcie's head.
After pushing for about 15 minutes (which I actually enjoyed, it felt so purposeful) Dulcie Bell was born. Although she didn't attach (being so small) she gave it a red hot go and was so alert.
I honestly owe my experience to your classes and my daily relaxation hour (with birthing affirmations and rainbow relaxation).
I'm very proud of my birth and my little girl.
-Monique