The count down is on before we meet our second son. I wish I could know how and when it will all happen. All I can be sure of is that is will unfold in its own way and I'm sure very differently from my labour with Bear. I've been imagining the way I would like it all to happen and have shared my dream birth story below.
I'll wake it the early hours of the 9th April (the day I'm booked for my induction) with strong contractions coming regularly. I'll lie quietly in bed snuggled up next to Tom and listen to my favourite playlist. I'll sleep in between contractions until they get too strong to lie quietly through them or until the sun comes up.
I'll get up and make myself a delicious and hearty low carbohydrate breakfast - nutty muesli with apricots and honey - pausing to breath through contractions. I'll eat outside in the crisp morning with my ugg boots and beanie on and a blanket over my lap. I'll watch the sun rise across the paddocks and listen to the birds waking up.
By the time Bear wakes up the contractions will be getting stronger and I'll wake Tom up to help me with him. I'll bounce on my exercise ball while Tom and Bear eat breakfast then I'll play with Bear while Tom has a shower and gets dressed. Bear and I will talk about babies and read books about babies. Or maybe we'll just play with his toys or play outside together.
Once we're all dressed we'll take Izzy for a walk through the bush. A slow, lazy walk. Enjoying each others company. Pausing for contractions. Taking our time.
It's probably time to call the midwife and the babysitters when we get back to give them an update. We'll plan to stay at home for now, we'll come in to the hospital when the contractions get stronger.
Bear and I will hop in the bath while Tom makes us a big breakfast for lunch with bacon and eggs, french toast, avocado, mushrooms and a strawberry smoothie. Bear goes to bed after lunch for a sleep and contractions start getting much stronger.
I lean on the kitchen bench through contractions while Tom rubs my back or holds a hot water bottle for me. I rest in between on my fit ball. While Tom gets our bags in the car I hop back in the bath then he comes in to massage my back with tennis balls.
By the time Bear wakes up from his sleep contractions are coming every 3 minutes and I'm keen to get up to the hospital. We all get in the car and head into town. Tom drops me off first then takes Bear to the babysitters. He leaves me in the care of my midwife who shows me to my room. She checks my cervix - 6mm dilated! more than half way. When Tom gets back I'm in the bath again and he sits with me and rubs my back through the intense contractions.
One contraction at a time. I focus on the second hand of the clock and my breathing. Time ticks by. Finally I feel the urge to push so we hop out of the bath and I kneel up on the bed. Pushing with contractions and breathng in between. One push after another after another.
Finally my slimy little boy arrives. I scoop him up and we snuggle up and enjoy the amazing relief of being together peacefully again. He's calm and alert and almost immediately he's looking for my breast. Before the midwife has a chance to get the glucometer out he's sucking vigorously with a perfect attachment.
I'm nervous about the amount of intervention I'm going to end up needing. A short natural labour would be a dream come true. There are threats of induction, continuous foetal monitoring, drips, assisted second stage, formula feeds, special care nursery admissions... Of course these things aren't disasters and I am completely prepared to cooperate 100% with whatever my midwife and doctors advice. But I dream of a natural birth... I pray that it will be so.
My name is Vicky I am wife to Ranger and mum to two boys - Bear (2) and Fox (8 months). Somehow I stumbled across Montessori and now my goal is to raise and educate my children with a Montessori philosophy in country NSW Australia.