Our son was born at 1:50pm, just an hour and a half after labour had started at home. After just a whisper of a touch, he was quickly taken to a table to be checked. I felt he would be fine, in fact it never occurred to me he might not be. It took several minutes for them to stabilise his breathing and then he was put in an incubator and taken to NICU.
The discovery that we were having twins was a shock. There had been some difficult adjustments to accommodate our first born; what had we done now! But the news sank in and the palpitations receded. First priority was to keep Bridget healthy and well. Avoid stress we were told, Bridget sold her business and beloved ute. But every trip to the hospital raised thorny issues or revealed new problems, and several nights sleep would be lost each time. We were aware of an increased likelihood of medical intervention, either by induction or caesarean and the chain reaction of further intervention that often results.
Even though our baby wasn’t born at home the birth was a very positive experience for Marc and I and we will forever treasure the memory of Maya’s amazing entrance into our lives.
I had glorious preconceptions of how number four should be – efficiently popped out while preparing dinner and everyone tucked into our bed by 7pm with our new baby boy and a cuppa – after all, me and my body have it mastered by now. Ha!!
Monty, now four and a half, is the eldest of my three (soon to be four) children. It took the birth of my two daughters at home before I could accept his birth which I chose in the end to be in hospital, and to let go of the disappointment I felt in “failing” him – and the subsequent guilt of daring to feel disappointed when I had such a healthy, beautiful baby.
Before my first son was born in 2001 I believed that homebirth was an option for second births, once a woman had proven herself as a “good birther” in a more managed environment. For this reason I chose a hospital-based midwife, but planned to have a natural birth and thereby qualify myself to have any subsequent births at home.
Amanda and I were patiently waiting for our baby to arrive (well I was) during November 2007. We had both become well acquainted with Emily by feeling her movements and watching her respond to noises, namely my laughter, while Amanda was pregnant. Three days after the due date, Emily made her intentions clear to Amanda that she was ready to meet us in the flesh.
It’s taken me a long time to sit down and write this story, mainly because I didn’t feel it was appropriate for a ‘Home Birth Association’ magazine. However, being a loyal Home Birth Association member I’ve gotten over myself and decided to start the healing process by writing our story.
Our second baby is due in less than a week. In the gentle excitement and anticipation, I am aware of how different it all feels this time around. Our new baby is arriving into a ready-made family, one that started over two years ago with the birth of our beautiful boy Jordi.
Everybody has been presented with a script (birth plan), depicting the perfect HOME Birth. I, Keishana the Drama Queen Leading Lady have been preparing like Renee Zellwegger in Bridget Jones Diary for this event. Am looking decidedly plump and very, very pregnant with a belly to make most actresses fall over. Haven’t been able to see my toes since Allaura was 5 months in the making and now, can’t see anything apart from the other side of the room!