Guest blog by Tiffany Gleeeson aka @happywifeywith2girls
I'd been pregnant for 694 years, then finally after the most wonderful stretch and sweep (like seriously, those things hurt!!) I woke with contractions 10 minutes apart at 6:30am on Wednesday 10 December 2014.
I was excited and nervous but waaay calmer then I thought I would be! I laboured at home until the Friday morning when I went in to the hospital (Mater in Brisbane) for a check. 1.5cm dialted... Wtf!
OK, so back home with a sleeping tablet and my 6 minute apart contractions. I took the tablet, slept for about two hours then some with intense 4 minute apart contractions. I had a shower, the warm water ran out 😞 and when I got out it felt like I had been hanging upside down in the shower, water running down my legs, oh my waters broke. The waters breaking was disappointing, I wanted a splash, but no, I got a slow trickle.
Anyway I got to a pont where I was in so much pain that I decided to go to the hospital.
I was taken to the delivery room, given the best thing EVER! The epidural! Oh man that was fantastic!! I rested and relaxed.
A few hours later I told my hubby to get a sleep so he made a little bed for himself on the floor. About an hour after that things started getting a bit hairy. I was getting crazy pain in my pelvis, my amazing midwife, Elise, rolled me from side to side hoping it'd help... But it didn't. Then, all of the sudden, with each contraction my little girls heart rate would go from 200bpm to 55bpm. I saw it and thought it was odd. Next minute there were about 5 people in my room, doctors, burses, midwives.
The decision was made, c-section time.
To me that was fine, I had no birth plan. My plan was to have a healthy baby how ever she decided to come. I remember one thing, and to me this was hilarious... Just as they woke my hubby one nurse asked if they needed to shave me (honestly, I hadn't seem down there for months, I tried to maintain it but I know it was a natural bushland). So yep out came an electric razor and due to it been a dark room and them only have that massive down light on, all I could see was tiny hairs flying. At that point, legs in the air and all on show, my husband walked past, and I'm sure he got an eye full! He'd never say that though.
I was taken to the room, the room where my girl was going to be born. I was strangely calm. About 20 minutes after they decided to do the c-section my gorgeous little (4.015kg) girl, Matilda, was born screaming at 12.29am on Saturday 13 December.
I dont look at my c-section as a failure as a women to birth a child. I see my c-section as something I did to save me and my child.
I had skin to skin with her, she latched well, I didn't have a disconnect from her, she was and still is (apart from her almost three year old attitude, perfect)
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Behind the blog...
‘The Mummysomniac’ is a lifestyle, motherhood and most recently, pregnancy blog, founded in 2015 by Kirsty McKenzie. She’s a mum of three, blogging about the highs and lows of motherhood, with a straight forward and honest approach, as well as a little bit of humour. Kirsty is passionate about sharing the realities of #MumLife, not the cookie cutter, high gloss version