Maybe it’s something about having more than one child, three in this case, that I cannot always remember their birth dates without thinking about it for a few seconds first.
Lola especially. We were induced on the 4th July and I always remember thinking ‘well this will be easy…born on the fourth of July.’ Except she wasn’t and now my brain goes…’oh wait it was the fifth.’
Lola. This story is for you.
The short version
They decided to induce me on your due date in case you grew too big. Seb was a chunk at 10lb 11.5oz and got stuck on the way out. They thought the same might happen to you so we agreed to give it a go, just in case. I had been having acupuncture to prepare my body. Your brother and sister were both 2 weeks over and I felt sure your due date was probably 2 weeks before you would have come out on your own.
I didn’t let them break my waters in the morning when we went in, as I wanted to go with the most gentle of nudges, so they put in some pessary gel instead. We waited. We played scrabble. I won. I had all the time in the world.
It was 7pm before they decided something was happening even though it was the mildest of sensation for me. The day floor was shutting so they moved us to a private room on the new labour ward until someone could come and check me out. By 9pm I knew I was in labour. They didn’t want me too have a waterbirth as they wanted to monitor me so I sat on the ball, rocked and rolled around, hypnobirth breathing and hanging out with your dad. It was pretty chilled. I said I was happy to have an epidural because I had done this all natural twice before and I knew what was coming at the end! …But I was fine just rocking around for now. They wanted to break my waters but your head was still really high up and they were worried in case your cord fell down before your head, which is basically a big problem as you would have suffocated your own air supply. They waited and gave me the straight talking details.
-checking the labour ward was quiet, they had a surgery ready, a crash team ready. That they would break my waters. If your cord came down first I was to turn on my front on all fours (like a dog), she would put her hand inside to hold your head away from the cord, rush me to surgery, put me under general and pop you out via emergency C Section. It sounds a bit dramatic but was actually pretty relaxed. I liked their honest approach and the fact they actually had a plan B.
Just before midnight you had moved down a fair bit and so they broke my waters. I was about 7cm dilated. They said you had a lot of hair. I remember the lovely gush of warm water trickling down my legs every time I had a contraction, as I was sitting back on the ball, rocking around again. They couldn’t get a clear trace and made me sit up on the bed. I don’t remember much after that except one of the girls saying to the other ‘ I wouldn’t leave if I were you I’d get your gloves.’
I never did get a chance to think about the epidural. Out you came 12. 47am. What a relief! You were beautiful and dark haired like me when i was born, tinged with purple due to your quick escape.
A girl! We were shocked. We only had a definite name for a boy, Felix. I sat there dumbstruck in wonderland, shocked that i had done it again. A feeling of superhuman strength washed over me. A feeling that if I could do that, I could do anything. It really is an indescribable experience and I am making a hash job of it right now.
Maybe I don’t need words anyway. You were here. Life was great. You were the missing piece in our puzzle. You completed us.
The birth was easy compared to naming you. Kitty told the teachers at nursery we called you Peaches so we got some cards that day ‘Congratulations on the birth of baby Peaches.’ We came close to including it in your name somewhere but we didn’t. You will always be remembered as Lola Peaches to us though.
Happy birthday my sweet Lola. Born on the …5th July. xx