Birth Announcement- Welcome Baby James

Well, HE arrived! At 41 weeks gestation exactly our son arrived. A baby brother to 3 very excited big sisters. We decided to call him James, but Jimmy suits him well. Who of you guessed the gender correctly?

My tightening’s started as niggles at 2pm on Saturday 30th of September as we were sat in town waiting for some pub-grub. Just a few achy twinges, nothing too exciting. I did dismiss them for the usual achey hips that I had been experiencing for weeks.  Come 4.30pm (and lots more niggles later) I JUST knew it was the real deal and decided to call the hospital.

Now, normally the midwives wouldn’t expect a woman to make her way into hospital when her contractions are 4-5 minutes apart and are manageable but as this was my 4th baby and my last labour was just 17 minutes, they wanted me to come in. I was set to have a home birth, but something twigged in my head that I wanted to go to hospital. This seemed strange as I was so determined to have a home birth, but suddenly I knew it was where I wanted to be. I am a firm believer of trusting ones own instincts, and this strange feeling I was going to trust.

Once we arrived at our hospital my contractions were very regular and starting to get more intense. I was briefly monitored that showed Jimmy’s heart rate was dipping with each tightening, but nothing of huge concern. He then pooped meconium inside of me, which was present once my waters had gone. Good job we did go into hospital, because if I was having a home birth I would have been advised to go in due to these little hiccups.

I had around 10 easily manageable contractions, but was talking and chatting between them. As I wasn’t allowed in the birthing pool due to Jimmy’s heart rate and meconium issue, my next most comfortable position was on my knees leaning over the bed end. I don’t think the midwives realised just how close I was to delivery, as it was my husband who told them firmly insisted that we were so close to meeting our son. He knows how I labour so well, and is an exceptional birth partner. Soon he realised that I was making a familiar groaning sound- one that I only make when baby is nearly out!

“Can she have the gas and air please?”

“Yes soon.” Not the answer I wanted to hear. Gas and air is my best friend, my ally in labour. But I honestly think the midwife thought I was no where near delivering. After all, she did an internal exam just 10 minutes ago and I was only 2cm dilated (most hospitals won’t acknowledge labour as labour until a lady is 5cm dilated and then labour is classed as ‘active’.

“I really think she wants it.” He said.

“This is fucking intense and it’s all in my bum”.  Says a rather calm me. CALM.

I turn to Jay and smile.”Ok, He’s coming Jay. I can feel him there *points to vajayjay*. He’s going to be here in a minute!” *Massive grin!*

Suddenly the midwife realised too, and I suggested that it may be wise I removed my underwear… sharpish! I very VERY quickly stripped! One big contraction and Jimmy’s head was out. One more big contraction and his body arrived next!

Well… that was all over rather quickly. I’ve made Pot Noodles in longer time.

We spent the next hour alone in our room with our son. I started breastfeeding, while Jay made me a nice cup of tea and some slices of toast. Everything was just perfect.

There was one (well 4!) little surprises that we discovered upon Jimmy’s arrival. He has been born with Syndactyly, fusion of the fingers and toes. Both hands and feet are affected, and he has been referred to the plastic surgeon. I am sure this is a topic that I shall write about on my blog again, as we go on a journey with Jimmy and this condition.

So, Welcome little Jimmy. 7lb 5oz of perfection!

 

Author: Hazel Newhouse

Hazel is a mum to 3 young daughters, she lives in Bedfordshire with her husband, kids and pets. Hazel has written for various publications, and regularly works alongside popular parenting brands.

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