I was pretty confident I wanted to have a homebirth with my first child. I had attended a friends beautiful homebirth and knew of others that had had very positive experiences. It also just seemed like the best thing…
Indi is our rainbow baby. We tried for a long 3.5 years to successfully fall pregnant, and lost two sweet babies along the way. I was so blessed to have a really wonderful straight forward pregnancy this time, and knew…
Mallika was born at home at the end of January. After an excruciating long, hot summer and almost 42 weeks of being pregnant, I was starting to think that she would never come out and I would be pregnant forever.…
Arran’s story begins a week before he was born. Arran was large and grew noticeably by the day in the final weeks and I was very uncomfortable at night and getting little sleep. I decided to take things into my own hands and I went for a lie down to try some nipple stimulation. Everything I had read told me this was the most successful way to bring on labour as long as the stimulation continued for several hours. I figured a do-it-myself approach might be the most fruitful method.
I surprised myself when I began to use the active movement positions we had learned at our antenatal class. I hadn’t imagined being on dry land for this part and hadn’t considered putting them into practice. I began to move during each contraction, stamping, standing in the door frame on my tip toes then dropping into a deep squat, and then resting by kneeling against the bed. It amazed me that this needed no rehearsal or coaching. I loved that time on my own, the privacy and freedom I had was exactly why I had wanted to be at home.
I had a busy day on the 5th September. Mum flew down from Auckland in the afternoon, five days before my due date. We walked to Island Bay and forgot the bus money so had to walk home again which was an hour and a half return journey. That evening after dinner my husband, Mum and I chatted about my birth plan and I showed her the acupressure booklet I’d downloaded on the recommendation of my midwife and antenatal teacher. I was hoping for a natural homebirth and had organised the birthing pool which we had erected in the lounge of our small rented house a few days earlier.
On the 4th of September, when I was exactly 38 weeks pregnant, Christchurch had its first big earthquake. That was a wake up call and a half! For the whole day my uterus seemed to be in one solid contraction and I thought I might go into labour at any moment. This was a cause for concern with no electricity and possibly sewage contaminated water (at least we had running water). I was too stressed about the aftershocks and taking care of the two older kids to worry about the logistics of waterbirthing in contaminated water, heating said water with no electricity, heating a log-burner free house with no electricity and most importantly heating hot towels with no boiling water… The Canterbury District Health Board said women birthing during that time should definitely go to hospital.
This labour, my third, was tricky but also full of triumphs.
It was tricky in that I felt so heavy and huge in the last weeks of my pregnancy and I had a history of being past my estimated due date rather than before. This time I was desperate not to go longer. It was a triumph that I went into labour on my due date. Full moon, you may have helped.
I was aware of my external world primarily through sound from this point on. I don’t remember making much eye contact with anything other than what my brow rested on and hoped that my mono syllable sentences were enough for my loved ones to anticipate my needs.
My second pregnancy was very different to the first one, with what felt like every possible pregnancy “problem” including symphasis pubis disfunction that started at 25 weeks and got worse and worse. By week 39 I was really looking forward to getting my body back and meeting this new little baby.