It was a Thursday morning, my weekly Doctors appointment. I was 39 weeks pregnant and anticipating a late arrival of our daughter. With great surprise, my Doctor told me that I was 2 cm dilated and that we could possibly have a baby over the weekend! However, there was also a chance that I could sit at this stage for a while. With a due date of Nov 13th, 2o14, we were just under a week away from expecting our little girl. But after hearing what the Doctor had to say, I had a very strong feeling she was not going to be fashionably late! Friday night rolled around and so did some pretty consistent contractions. From midnight until 8am I had been consistently timing them. After an hour of pacing my living room, the contractions were 4 min apart and coming on strong. We called the nursing station and made our way to St. Paul’s Hospital. Luckily I had packed my hospital bag two weeks earlier, so it was a calm exit!
Upon assessment at the maternity ward, it was confirmed that I was in early labor and had now progressed to 4-5cm. I was admitted to our private room at 10am and got settled. My husband and I decided that we just wanted it to be the two of us in the delivery room, a dark calm environment, and no epidural. During my pregnancy I had a really strong feeling that I was being given an opportunity to see what I was made of. It was a personal choice that my husband supported and I wanted to see if I could do it…to push myself to cope and get through what would probably be the hardest thing I would ever do.
Contractions were coming on fast and furious. I used the gas during contractions to help regulate my breathing and get me through the pain. I was nervous to try it, as I had heard that it can make you feel nauseous and sick, but I had no issues with it at all. What really helped me to get through each contraction was my husband. He held my hand for each one. Whispered in my ear how much he loved me and kept me hydrated and my lips moisturized. I was actually surprised at just how in tune he was with what I needed at each moment. He was beyond amazing!
Dilation was continuing at a steady rate and the hospital staff were really happy with how the labor was progressing. Just then my water broke. I will never forget the sound it made… it was something straight out of a movie! So loud and so much water! I can’t even imagine if that had happened earlier when I was out and about! I had finally reached 10 cm, my contractions seemed to loose intensity and were quite manageable. It was time to push!
After 2 solid hours of hard pushing my GP realized that the baby was head down but facing up. Her head was crowning but she was stuck and it didn’t look like she was coming out without intervention. I was absolutely exhausted and feeling frustrated that we were so close but yet so far away. I was presented with two options. To have an epidural, and attempt to turn the baby, then use forceps to get her out, or to have a c-section. My GP convinced me that there was still a good chance that I could have a natural birth and recommended that we try and turn the baby. My husband and I agreed and before I knew it, the lights were turned on, and 1o people were in the room, setting up everything they needed for the upcoming procedure. The anesthesiologist came in and administered my epidural. I remember this being much easier than I had ever anticipated. Having a needle put into your spine can be a nerve racking thought, but my anesthesiologist was amazing and I barely felt a thing. And to be honest, at this point, I was happily accepting anything that was numbing the pain.
Once they had confirmed that the epidural had taken effect the Obstetrician attempted to go in and turn the baby. After the first attempt she was unsuccessful. I remember calling out, “Come on Baby Girl, you can do this!” The second attempt was successful! It wasn’t until today, that I found out from the doctor’s report, that the cord had actually wrapped around her neck twice from all the movement.
The next step was the use of forceps and unfortunately an episiotomy! After only a few hard pushes, the nurse called out “LOOK!” There she was…right in front of me. The first thing I noticed was that her eyes were closed and her head was hanging back. My heart stopped…. until I saw her cough and then start to cry! I felt soooooo relieved!! They put her in the clear plastic bassinet while they cleaned her up and took her weight. I watched in amazment as she lay there, quietly, her blue little eyes looking all around. She seemed so alert. Then I realized, they hadn’t confirmed if she was a girl….I completely forgot to look. I called out to my husband…”Is she a girl???” And he replied ” YES!” Although we had found out the gender in a previous ultrasound appointment, there have been times where mistakes have been made. 😉 A sigh of relief….as there were too many pink outfits in her closet already!
Before I knew it, she was put on my chest. Her purple little arms and legs. Her tiny little fingers and toes.
It was unbelievable. She was finally here.
I had imagined this moment for so long and it was finally happening. I expected to be balling, but I was totally calm. I think I was partially in shock and partially in amazement that it was all over and that she was here. I was so proud.
Esti Paige Wilson arrived at 7:20pm on Saturday November 8th, weighing in at 7 lbs 5 oz.
We are beyond in love and so excited to start our lives together as a family. We’ve had lots of questions about her name. Short for Estella, meaning star, we fell in love with the short version and used it as her given name.
In preparation for this delivery, I had a “no birth plan” rule, and my experience confirmed exactly why. My labor was “textbook” up until the end, and you can never really plan for what will happen. I was so happy that we were able to just go with the flow and make the decisions we needed to at the time we needed to. A huge thank you to all of staff, nurses and Doctors at St. Paul’s Hospital. We felt so lucky to have such an amazing team take care of us and our little girl. A special thank you to the nurse who grabbed our Canon Rebel SL1 and snapped these photos. It was such a nice surprise when we returned home from the hospital and found these moments captured forever.