So I mentioned in my last post that Jackson is now a big brother. His little brother, Luka, is now two months old and blessed us with his presence on the 20th of September exactly 18 months after Jackson’s arrival (20th March the previous year).
This time around I was only 2 days overdue when I woke at 4am with what I initially thought were cramps but quickly realised were contractions when the next one hit. Right from the start they were close together (four minutes apart) and they got longer, stronger and closer together very quickly. After just one hour at home we decided it was time to leave as we had to drop Jackson off at my parent’s house a half hour drive away. We shoved on some clothes, grabbed the bags and we were gone.
The ride to my parents was hell. It felt like there was no break between contractions with the peak of each one passing but the pain remaining until it peaked again. It wasn’t just abdominal pain either and instead radiated through my lower back where it hurt the most. By the time we arrived at my parent’s house I could barely walk as I had to stop every few steps to get through another contraction. We sat down for five minutes before deciding to head to the birth centre.
Charles called the midwife on the way and she called ahead to make sure one of the suites was free. The walk from the car to the delivery suite took a while and once we got there I headed straight for the couch which was the closest thing to the door. The on call midwife went about preparing the room while I attempted to suck back some gas. Turns out in all the pain I was in it completely slipped my mind on how to use it (I kept using it to breath in the taking it out of my mouth to breathe out) and so it was completely useless. Ooops. The urge to push came on and the on call midwife told me to hop up and start moving to the bed. I stood up, shook my head and started to slip my underwear off while telling her ‘nope, he’s coming’ and seconds later he crowned, my waters broke and he slipped out with just a couple of pushes.
The on call midwife caught him and then Charles grabbed him and held him while I waddled off to the bed. He was born at 6.30am after just two and half hours of labour, start to finish. My midwife arrived about ten minutes later and stitched up the small tear I sustained.
I think we’re done with kids haha.