I’ve got to tell you, I had no idea that Ottilia would be born on the night she was born. Looking back now the way it worked out was nothing short of magical. All the the little details together are totally awesome.
I was one day overdue. I was determined to walk as much as possible and make many plans to keep us busy so I wouldn’t be constantly thinking about how over due I was. So on Thursday, the day after my due date, we spent the morning at the farmers’ market. We walked, shopped and hung out with my friend Breanna and her daughters. The kids played in the play centre and then we had lunch. My boys fell asleep on the ride home and napped in the car. I sat in our driveway while they slept, enjoying the quiet. Later that night I went to pose as a “model” for a friend trying out some new lighting in her photography.
|My last Belly Photo.|
Then I went to the grocery store alone and did our weekly shop. Without kids in the cart I bought way too much food, including some cold cut turkey just in case I had the baby in the next 4 days. The biggest thing I had missed this pregnancy was my cold cut turkey sandwiches and I was determined to have one as my first meal after the delivery. Little did I know how handy it would be to have an overflowing fridge in the coming days. And you know, the turkey. I snapped this photo in the parking lot.
|My last outing with Tilly on the inside.|
I climbed into bed at 11pm feeling normal, just as I had all day. Shortly after 1 am Friday morning I woke up to use the bathroom and realized my stomach hurt. I got back into bed and realized the pains were coming and going and thought maybe they were contractions. Sure enough, I had another pain and this time I felt it wrap around to my back. I decided to time them and after timing 3, I realized they were 5 minutes apart already. And starting to hurt a lot more. I tried to wake up John but he would not wake up. I ended up cursing at him and hitting him before he opened his eyes. Henry had climbed into our bed at some point so I asked John to put him back into his own bed so I could call Viv our midwife. He did move Henry, but he never came back. I called Viv at 1:48am and told her I thought this was it. She said she would rush over knowing that my labour with William was only 3 hours total. After that I went to find John and sure enough he had fallen back to sleep in Henry’s bed. I was having a contraction and was pretty pissed off that I was in labour and he would not fully wake up. Like really? I AM IN LABOUR. THERE IS A BABY COMING OUT OF ME. I sure let him have it once he finally woke up. He felt so bad! Then I felt so bad. I was totally that lady who, while having a contraction, was swearing like a sailor and then once it passed I was apologizing for being so mean.
I went to the bathroom and there was the “bloody show” I’d been waiting for. I texted Viv to let her know. She texted right back that she was already in her car. Then I gave John a bunch of directions (like scrub the tub, then fill it up and clear off the bathroom counter ect.) and then I climbed back into bed to moan my way through my contractions. At 2:15 they were 3 minutes apart and John was calling Viv to see where she was (just around the corner!). She came in our house and up to our room where she immediately checked Tilly’s heartbeat. It was great and smack dab in the middle of my belly just above the pubic bone. She was in position. Viv gave me the go ahead to get in the tub and it brought sweet relief. As in my contractions spaced out and I could truly relax between them. They still hurt like hell. I was still wearing my T-shirt so I asked John to bring me a nursing sleep bra (it took 2 tries because he came back with a underwire bra at first which I found hilarious).
I laboured like that for about 30 minutes before I started feeling pressure that didn’t go away after the contraction. Viv told me to push if I felt like pushing. So at 2:50am I started pushing and 18 minutes later at 3:08am Ottilia was born. I don’t know how many pushes I did. I do know that my leg started cramping while I was pushing so John was massaging it. As soon as Tilly was out, I reached down and Viv helped me grab her. I lifted her up onto my chest totally shocked that I just pushed a baby out. Was this little human really inside me for the past 9 months? Pregnancy/Birth is so cool! In between kissing her sweet head, I asked someone to double check that she was in fact a girl. A small part of me was never sure that I was actually having a daughter! But John confirmed that she was a little lady. 30 minutes later I pushed the placenta out (which always feels like so much work even though it’s tiny compared to the baby!). We waited for the cord to stop pulsing, and then JOHN offered to cut the cord. You guys he has NEVER wanted anything to do with cutting the cord. I was so happy when he decided too!
John took Tilly for some bonding time while I took a quick shower. I climbed into bed and Viv checked me for any tears. I only had one small scratch that didn’t need stitches. She thinks it’s because Tilly came out with her hand on her face (and crazy long fingernails). I took Tilly from John and we cuddled. Viv and Ali (the second midwife) went downstairs to do some paper work. John went down and made me the BEST turkey sandwich of all time. So glad I decided to buy some earlier! Eventually everyone came back up. I nursed Tilly, and she latched perfectly right away. Then we measured her. She was 7lbs 12oz and 21 inches long. Much smaller than we thought she would be! She was totally healthy too.
Then I started having those terrible cramps where your Uterus shrinks back down. “They” say they get worse after every child you deliver and I can attest to that. I felt like I was back in labour! Viv gave me some advil, arnica and water while John put a sleeper on Tilly. Then I cuddled with Tilly as Viv turned off the light and told me she would be back in 12 hours to check on us. John walked the midwives to the door and then climbed into bed with the boys (who woke up soon after…poor John!).
I never was checked to see how dilated I was. And there wasn’t any time for my IV antibiotics. In total I was in labour for 1 hour and 50 minutes. It was short but really intense. I know that I am incredibly lucky to have such short and uncomplicated labours.
Another wonderful home birth, attended by our wonderful midwife. Another perfect baby added to our family. We truly are so incredibly blessed.