Today we hear from Jaz from The Milk Collective. She has two children and is pregnant with number 3. I have had the pleasure of meeting this lovely lady in real life as she lives round the corner from my mum! Thanks for sharing Jaz! xx
Where was your birth?
At the Liverpool Women’s Hospital in Liverpool.
Did you have a plan about the type of birth you wanted?
Yes and no. With this being my second pregnancy I knew I wanted to do things differently so it didn’t feel as traumatic as my first. I planned for a home birth under the care of One to One Midwives. That quickly went out the window when I was sent for an emergency scan at 37.5 weeks to find out that Lola had stopped growing.
What type of birth did you have?
I was induced at 38 weeks sometime in the evening. With my first birth I was induced and everything went from 0-100 in a matter of minutes and the whole induction/birth was done within a few hours so as you can imagine that was what I was expecting again. Sadly I was mistaken. After being induced my husband and I had a very boring night on the ward. The midwives decided a second pessary was necessary so we gave that a shot and my dear husband fell asleep on the floor while I watched King Kong in bed. Then the contractions started coming. Not strong, but enough to keep me awake all night. Then the next morning I was moved to a private room so they could break my waters and hopefully get things moving properly. Before that I was offered breakfast and a shower to freshen up. That’s when it really kicked off. Within minutes of me finishing my shower I was in full blown labour, the pain was excruciating so naturally I begged, cried and screamed for drugs. By the time the doctor was ready to give me some pain relief my waters has gone, Lola was in distress and they needed to give me an emergency c-section. There was no time to move me so the plan was to do it then and there and then suddenly Lola shot out before anyone had a chance to blink!
Oddly enough my strongest memory wasn’t the birth. That’s probably because I sucked down so much gas and air that it’s all very foggy now. My strongest memory is actually from the following day when my 15 month old Jude came in with Daddy and Nana to meet his little sister. Ill never forget how full of love I felt.
Best thing you packed in your hospital bag (or used if you were at home)?
Coffee! I think we all know how rubbish hospital coffee and food is and I knew how badly I would want a decent cup of coffee after so I made sure to bring a flask of espresso that I could top up with boiling water and milk for a nice Americano. I also made sure to bring a nice new set of pj’s and good bath products. Funnily enough Lola was so tiny that all of the clothes I packed for her were far too big so the midwives had to hunt down a little outfit for her so she had something until my husband arrived back with something suitable.
Anything else you would like to share?
I remember leaving the hospital and whispering to my husband asking him if it was ok that we were leaving. I kept thinking security was going to stop us. He assured me that it was fine, we were taking our baby home.
Its ok to say no. Having a baby is such an exciting time for extending family and friends; I found it really quite difficult to say no to visitors even though I wanted it to be just us four for a few days. Now that I am pregnant with my third I look forward to sitting at home enjoying our new addition without the pressures of having to be sociable.
I hope that you are enjoying these birth stories. They are making me an emotional wreck, especially with the childrens birthdays approaching! If you would like to share yours, get in touch email@example.com