At that point I still thought I was going to have a c section. Who would let a girl give birth to a baby whilst having a gigantic ball of fluid inside her ovary? The whole of St Michael’s is the answer to that question.
The power of the body
From my waters breaking to me going into 2nd stage it took 4 hours but I could swear it was only an hour. I was breathing throughout and being the calmest person in the room. My husband had eyes wide open and felt the need to tell me when the monitor started to mark that a contraction was coming. I think he could feel the rage in my eyes when I CALMLY asked him to stop telling me as I could very well feel them.
He reminded me to breathe when I stopped (he remembered to do that from the Daisy Parent day-thanks Pippa!) and the contractions were getting stronger. But he was also blowing hot air on my face. At that point I felt that nothing he did was right but I remembered I was about to give birth to our child so requesting the divorce papers was not the right move.
When they offered me paracetamol I laughed. We clearly weren’t on the same page. I then took oral morph. Big mistake. It all came back up with the lovely lunch I had eaten with my friend. I then decided to move on to gas and air. I had gas and air years ago and loved it. Turns out I now hate the thing. Did not sit well with me at all.
When I felt that I could no longer cope I announced I NEEDED an epidural. Like, right now. “No time” the midwife said as she checked how I was progressing. They could see the baby was coming. And now, this is the part of my labour that I love the most. My body, without me asking, or doing anything, started pushing. It wasn’t pain I could feel it was an enormous amount of pressure and fascination! I could see my belly doing waves as it pushed my baby out. It was the best sensation I’ve ever felt! It took 13 minutes for my body to push her out but it felt like seconds. And it’s my only memory for labour that is not fuzzy. I honestly loved it!
I did apologise profusely to the midwife as I was sure I had a poo (or poos). Oh well, who cares? I had given birth to a real life human. She had a full head of hair, 10 fingers and 10 toes as well as two eyes MY NOSE AND MY LIPS. She was put on my chest and latched on straight away.
They asked if I was ok to have the injection for the delivery of the placenta. I was just so besotted with my little girl that I said yes to it but my husband clearly reminded me that I did not want that. He’s a good egg really. I didn’t want to divorce him anymore. I ate toast, drank tea and had a bath whilst my (almost ex!) husband had skin to skin with our little girl.
For the next 40 hours I did not sleep think or cared about that nasty cyst. At the end of the day, it didn’t impact my labour, my body did exactly what it was meant to do and we were both safe and enjoying each other. The cyst is still there today and still not impacting our lives as much as it did before.
Whilst I can definitely wait until I have another baby, I won’t be doubting the power of the body again, or the power of breathing!