I can’t believe it has taken me so long to put into words my birth experience. Just like that, the months have flown by. It has been five months since my beautiful little man arrived into this world and there are no words that can explain the love I have for him. It’s a feeling that I have never felt for anyone before and thinking about him stirs up emotions I didn’t even know existed before he was born (that’s not to say, it’s all been rosy. These last months have been so hard, but also the most rewarding, but more on this in a later blog post)
Aston arrived at 6:50 am on Friday the 27th of November, weighing in at eight pounds nine ounces (just under four kilos) and measuring fifty-two cm’s long with a whopping big head. Believe it or not, he came bang on his due date, which we were told is quite unusual.
The few days before he came I had a feeling I would go at any moment. Yes, my due date was looming, but that wasn’t the reason I thought I was close. I was cramping more often than usual, and my stomach was hardening a lot which was unusual. Those Braxton Hicks contractions were striking more often, but they felt different to the ones I felt earlier in my pregnancy. The cramping went all the way down to my groin area, and Aston was much more active.
By this stage, I was so eager for him to come. I was so excited to meet him, but I was also so bloody uncomfortable. Those last weeks are hard. I was so swollen, and the simple task of standing up would take my breath away. Aston was low and engaged for the last four weeks of my pregnancy, so much so that my OB initially thought I would come weeks early but Aston decided to hang in that low position. I could feel his head bounce from side to side down when I walked (pleasant I know) for the last month.
On Wednesday night, I was certain I was going into labour. I couldn’t sleep a wink, and my pain was intense with strong Braxton Hicks.
I was up and down going to the toilet every twenty minutes. Every time I thought I would look down and see my mucus plug.
Let’s also mention how difficult sleep is in those final weeks. Yep, it’s pretty much non-existent and far worse than anything you experience during your whole pregnancy. Your body aches, and my mind was racing thinking about the baby and everything I had to do before he arrived.
This night, I lay there awake all night. At 5 am I got up and had a shower, shave my legs and decided to apply some spray tan. Errr, so I know applying spray tan because you think you are going into labour isn’t normal, but I couldn’t handle anyone (apart from Jim) seeing my bumpy, fluid retentive and hairy legs, and yes before you comment to say the doctors wouldn’t notice and I need to get my priorities right. You are probably right, but I blame those pregnancy hormones.