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Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Meet my Ariana





Yes I was due to report back from LMFF but on Saturday night, our little girl decided it was time to join the real world, throwing things a bit out of whack.

The week had been busy but I had no clue or hint that her arrival was imminent. I had my hospital things in a corner, but I had no idea that I would be packing them so soon. I kept putting it off.

On Friday night, I had an interrupted night sleep after hearing some sad news I couldn't get out of my mind. And on Saturday had a few visitors and made a last minute dash to the shop as I realised I had no baby bath.

By 9pm on Saturday I was ready for bed, with Monty following me suspiciously close. I read a few chapters on my Kindle (which I love) and just after 11pm started to feel some niggles in my lower abdomen. This was unexpected and also exciting. Up until that point, I had had 39 weeks and 6 days of no niggles, no pains and no discomfort. There was no pre labour pain to warn me.

I rang the hospital and they told me to take a couple of panadol and try to get some sleep and call them again at 2am with an update. When 2am rolled around, the pain was still niggling and I was told to make my way in as my waters had broken by the sounds of What i had told them. What were the chances of my waters breaking on my due date, and on the one day that my obs had off?! This little girl was going to be punctual (despite both of her parents being hopeless and always very late).

Prior to my waters breaking on Saturday night, I had been making donuts, so at 2.30am I was in the kitchen disposing frying oil, sorting out the dish washer and hanging up a load of washing I put on before bed and packing my stuff while my husband had a shower. The house being in order was a priority and I breathed through each contraction to get it done.

In my 20's I never in my wildest dreams imagined myself pregnant and giving birth. It was just something I never thought I was capable of doing. I adored children and gushed over babies and was the first to visit my friends and family when they became new mothers. I never wanted to be a 60 year old spinster either, so I guess getting sick in 2011 put things into perspective and nudged me in the right direction. I had a easy and blissful pregnancy. I ran and travelled and worked and was stronger and happier than ever. My skin was clear and my hair glossy. I sure got the good end of the deal.

Fast forward to Sunday morning at 3am on 24 March 2013, driving down Punt Road, past stumbling drunks towards parenthood. I have no idea what we did or talked about during that half hour but I know we were glad not to have to make the drive at the same time as 100,000 others going to the football at the MCG. My husbands biggest fear was peak hour traffic.

We were buzzed straight up and taken to the delivery suite, settling in at 3.30am . I couldn't believe that I was so calm and happy and ready. I even surprised myself.

Unfortunately having not slept much for two nights, I was starting to become delirious by about 8am. I had done 9 hours of labour on no pain killers, my contractions were 3 minutes apart but I was only 2cm dilated. The obs then flew in and properly broke my waters and it was time for the gas. I was skeptical of the gas as I had heard of people feeling sick or it being ineffective but for about two hours it really took the edge off the peaks of my contractions.

12 hours in, the lack of sleep really started to play with my mind. I was barely able to think, let alone breathe and mentally cope with the pain. I do recall wailing at one point, making it clear that I couldn't continue any more. Not the right frame of mind to be in with hours more to go- with the most intense phase of labour still to do.

It was time to get an epidural. Without a doubt the anaesthetist is every woman's hero when she's in labour. I've heard stories of women declaring their undying love. I remember my block kicking in and a warm sensation running down my body and taking away all the pain. Yep I was I'm love with my anaesthetist. At the time I cursed for not having one a lot earlier, but now I'm glad that I felt the full impact of labour and contractions for so long as I'm a stronger person for it. I know what I'm capable of. And it's a lot. Both mentally and physically. After the epi, I had a good two hour sleep and was ready to push at 2.30pm, when my doctor arrived again.

At 3.35pm she entered our lives and changed our world forever. This little girl was a miracle creature we created. She has a full head of hair, big eyes that were open from the beginning and stare at me for hours and the longest eye lashes that everyone remarks on.

B and I are in love with her and each other even more. Nothing can prepare you for the joy after the physical and emotional pain. It's true that it's worth it. It's true you forget. It's true your body is made to do this.

I am so thankful to the doctor for not interfering with my labour or trying to speed it up. They trusted my body and I'm so glad I trusted them. I promise not to gush about nappy changes and feeding schedules.... But it really is all part of the journey and milestones of this new person. Cannot wait to take her home tomorrow.

Thank you all for reading xx

22 comments:

  1. Congrats again, M. I'm so happy for you three.

    Enjoy these very special early days together. A is perfect.

    SSG xxx

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    1. Thanks SSG!! I am so in love xx

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  2. Congratulations :-) I love the name too.

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    1. Thanks - the name was a last minute decision but it suits her perfectly x

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  3. ALL HAIL THE EPIDURAL!!!

    I like you am glad I felt the full impact though and I'm proud I managed to get to the stage I did.

    Congratulations to you!!!!!

    xox

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    1. Thanks M! It's definitely something to be proud of and is a great reminder of our real strength!! x

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  4. what a lovely story M, thanks so much for sharing! I love a birth story. Ariana is just gorgeous and has such a beautiful name! x

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  5. Congrats what a beautiful post

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  6. Congrats she's so beautiful!

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  7. congrats. I love reading realistic birth stories - nice to be somewhat prepared for my little one's arrival in August

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    1. You will be fine, I promise!!

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  8. Congratulations :)

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  9. Congratulations! x

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  10. Many congrats! That is amazing and I can just imagine how beautiful she is! Lots of love to you all xxxxx

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    1. Thanks Sophie! It's a wonderful experience and she is the most amazing baby ever! x

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  11. Love reading all about the birth of your adorable, darling daughter and what a gorgeous name too.... So many congratulations to you and your husband...
    Her birth sounds so similar to that of my (now grown up!) baby girl... Middle of the night, hung on a while till 3 cms dilated, then an epidural = blessed relief... !! :-)
    Enjoy every single second of her as I know you will.. X

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  12. Anonymous6:35 am

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  13. Thanks for sharing your real life experience. It certainly makes the learning of what to expect much more interesting than a class or a pregnancy book. She's gorgeous and you're so lucky she's all yours!

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  14. Congratulation for You! Beautiful baby! Wishing all of you the Best, Harmony and Happyness.
    Regards from Hungary,
    Silverbeige

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  15. Massive congratulations! So happy for you both xx

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