The Birth of a Family

 

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Inspired by this gorgeous post by Em over at The Beetle Shack, I’m sharing the story of Boyo’s birth, and my thoughts on birth plans.  Despite my birth not going to plan (nowhere near, in fact), I’m a big fan of birth plans.

 

I gave birth the next day!

I gave birth the next day!

The day before my due date, very early in the morning, my waters broke.  Such a big pop – I was so surprised.  I called out to the Welshman that I thought my waters had broken.  He very sleepily replied “You think or you know?”, as he’d only recently gone to sleep.  Something to do with a heavily pregnant wife disrupting his sleep.  As you do.

Due to the large size of my baby, firmly entrenched in posterior position, and my severe SPD, my ob had recommended an induction and I was booked in for the earliest possible time, the Monday morning following my Saturday due date.  However, Boyo had other ideas and decided to arrive a day early.  As the son of a project director and an executive assistant, maybe he knew how important deadlines are!

I knew that births, especially first time births, don’t go to plan, but I did prepare a birth plan.  Not a blueprint of how I wanted my birth to happen, but more as a guideline and research tool.

I think people approach birth plans the wrong way. Thinking of it as a plan that you are going to follow step by step is a path that leads to madness and failure.  However, approached as a list of options and information handily contained in a one page document, it is gold!

As my labour did not go ‘to plan’ at all, winding up with an emergency Caesarean, incessant vomiting and allergic reactions to drugs, the birth plan was also extremely helpful for the Welshman.  I literally lost the ability to speak, and he had to be my voice.

Boyo and I would maybe not be here today if we hadn’t had an emergency Caesarean. A combination of a very quick progression (period cramps to full labour within 30 minutes), tiny pelvis (who knew my baby-got-back butt didn’t mean everything wasn’t quite as generously proportioned), EnormoBaby in posterior position (4.5 kgs, 58 cm long, straight into 00!), severe SPD (couldn’t open my legs too far – handy when giving birth), non-stop vomiting (which got worse when I had an allergic reaction to painkillers and then another allergic reaction to the anti-emetic to stop my vomiting) meant my birthing experience wasn’t very pretty.

 

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Not pretty, but it was bloody beautiful. It brought our Boyo in the world and turned us from a couple into a family. It reinforced my love for the Welshman, as I witnessed his fierce love and protectiveness for me.  He advocated for me when I was unable to communicate.

My beautiful birth delivered a healthy baby and a healthy mama and turned my amazing husband into a fantastic father.  Having a Caesarean has a few unexpected side benefits – apart from remaining “honeymoon fresh” according to Kaz Cooke.  The main one is the precious bonding time after the birth that the Welshman and Boyo got to share whilst I was comatose in recovery.

My blokefolk were waiting in my room when I was wheeled back, and at the sound of my voice, Boyo cried for his mama. Oh, it was the most beautiful sound.

I remember waking in the night and seeing my sleeping husband and my sleeping baby and feeling that all was right with the world.

Boyo’s birth wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t as planned but it was still the most magical experience of my life.

 

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