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Birth Stories: Welcome Earthside James Tiberius

James Tiberius from Fiona Rogerson on Vimeo.

JT’s pregnancy was straightforward and healthy – it was a bit of a journey for me, just in the basis that I’m used to connecting spiritually to my babies very early in pregnancy, yet little James and I never felt that connection while he was within me.

I spent the 9 months consciously acknowledging him, chatting with him, and connecting to him in every physical way I could – with the hopes that we might find some sort of spiritual connection – it never happened until tranisition 🙂

This pregnancy was another step for me to claim my power as a birthing woman. I had never gone into labour without some sort of assistance – my first son was induced – a hospital d-elivery – about as far from a birth as I could travel.

My second, home water birthed babe was gently encouraged with a stretch and sweep.

I knew I wasn’t broken, and was determined to prove it. Thursday evening, of the 19th of August, I had an overwhelming urge go go for a run. So, pregnant belly in hand, at about midnight, in all of my enormous glory I ran around our block. Then had a shower, and snuggled up in bed with my beautiful family.

I was awoken Friday morning at around about six with some familiar sensations – nice, strong, rushes. I turned over, trying to sleep, but was so excited that perhaps, just perhaps I HAD gone into labour all by myself.

Half an hour or so later, I snuck out of bed, hopped in the shower, and texted my three best friends to let them know today was the day, and to light their candles. I also called my gorgeous photographer friend Fee, so she could organise care for her little one.

The boys woke up, and life went on as usual in our house, with me plodding around in the loungeroom and leaning over my fitball when I needed it.

Then time for me stopped – I have no real idea of how long things took – Fee arrived, and bless her heart started playing with the boys and entertaining them. I had a shower, or two… insisted the pool got filled, and called my midwife.

Labour for the next however long was a little scary for me- it felt different to my previous labour, and I found I Couldn’t just settle into it. I knew if I went to the loo it would get bigger, but was so terrified of the sensations, I put it off for as long as I could.

Finally something twigged, I found my courage, went to the loo (yes it got bigger) and my waters broke, allowing James to finally move down.

Off the loo, into the loungeroom, the most powerful sensations I’ve ever felt. There was fear again, fear of the pain, then the realisation that holy cow, I needed to push. With the support of my gorgeous husband, and my beautiful midwife I clambered into the pool.

Time stood still, I gently birthed James‘ head- lent back, and his shoulders and body slid into his daddy’s waiting arms.

I did it… I went into labour alone.
I birthed my baby and caught him.

I spent a few days post birth being annoyed at myself for the fear I felt – but now in perspective, it’s all been part of my journey with James, and a new step in motherhood for me.

So this proud mama welcomes her delicious new son to the world (Yes he’s named after Kirk 😛 Yes, I could have chosen a better captain, but James stuck as we welcomed him earthside)

 

Birth Stories, Fertility, Pregnancy & Birth

Birth Stories: Oliver’s Arrival

On coolish February day Oliver was born.

Various versions of this story have appeared on the web and in books since 2009, and it’s finally come home to roost in Polkadotsi, with it’s mother.

My labour started in the wee hours of the morning (1am) when I could no longer ignore the fact I was having more than just niggles in my tummy. I spent a couple of hours, pacing around, trying to sleep, and getting in the bath to ease of the pain a bit.

At around 2.30am  I felt I needed a bit more support, so I woke up my husband, and he called our doula, Lisa. By the time Lisa arrived, with each contraction, I was bent over our dresser, wiggling my hips, and trying to remember to breathe slowly. Her presence was so calming, and all of a sudden, I felt ready to relax into the labour, and just accept it as it came.

There is something soothing about warm hands on your back and shoulders, as your body prepares to work hard.

Adam, my husband had been in the living room re-pumping up the birth pool, as it had deflated over the weeks we’d preemptively had it up. Lisa suggested we went for a walk, so in the chill of 3.30am, perhaps the one cold night in February, Adam and I went for a walk around the block. I moved through the contractions, by clinging to Adam, and breathing deeply into his shoulder. We came home pretty quickly because it was so chilly, and I couldn’t stop shivering!

I spent the next couple of hours, leaning over the couch, while Lisa and Adam rubbed my back and grounded my breathing.

The contractions started to amp up a bit, and we decided it was time to call our community midwife, At this stage, I was resting on a fitball, with warm towels, and getting up and squat-bouncing through contractions. The whole scene reminded me of a dog walking while it pooped,

I tried this for as long as I could, determined to stay upright for as long as I could until I couldn’t bear it any longer. Lisa suggested I hop into the pool, and aaaahhhhhhhhhhh warm water and bliss.

The contractions were nice and strong by then, and I wiggled, and bounced my way through them, breathing, as best as I could. Holding onto Adam and Lisa’s hands. I was feeling edgy by this stage, and scared that I wasn’t making progress. But the reassurance of my beautiful husband and doula kept me grounded.

Our student midwife arrived, and snuck in to chair mid-contraction I barely noticed her presence. And shortly after that, our wonderful midwife arrived.

The contractions began to take my full attention, and I grunted, groaned, mooed, and generally made a lot of noise through them. I discovered how much I adore chomping on frozen ribenas, and in between contractions munched on them.

Fast forward a few hours more (mightn’t have been, I didn’t have clocks, and had asked not to be told) Just as I was about to give up, thinking it was all too hard!! My lovely midwife told me to reach down and birth my baby.

Sure enough, I reached down, and to my delight, was Ollie, not far from being born! The next few contractions brought on the overwhelming need to push, and the strongest sensations I’ve ever felt. It was agony, but for a purpose, and all of a sudden it felt so close!

What seemed like a lifetime later, the final push arrived, and my little son slid into the world, I turned around, and saw his beautiful eyes open in the water, and scooped him up into my arms.

In that moment, I re-fell in love with my husband, and our first son, and have discovered a whole new capacity to love my new Ollie

We snuggled up with each other in the lovely warm pool and waited for his cord to stop pulsing.

We clamped his cord and Ollie snuggled with his Daddy while I had a shower, and had a few grazes stitched by my midwives.

There are a million moments in my birth, that I keep reflecting on, and recollecting how blessed and privileged I was to be able to have such a wonderful experience.

I was surrounded by empowering, and supportive people, who believed in me. My beautiful husband was just a pillar of strength and encouragement. And I discovered a side of myself that I had always hoped had existed, but now I know for sure.