as i lay in the darkened room with darling paul holding my hand i'd like to say i thought about all the deep and meaningful things that having a baby will turn your mind to. but, nah; i was just happy not have so many people staring up my beep beep beep.
the hospital midwife soon returned and said why don't we try a few pushes anyways? the reasoning being even if i couldn't get her out on my own, if i could get her lower down by a few centimetres the forceps would have a better chance of working.
i was up for this. i really wanted to avoid all the interventions. somewhere deep inside i knew i could do this without further interference. sounds corny but it was there.
at about 9:45pm, with jan and the hospital midwife coaching me and paul encouraging me i started pushing with each contraction. as the epidural had been taken out some time before i was getting a lot of feeling back. this was invaluable in helping me decide when to do what.
i made excellent progress such that when the hospital staff started to return around 10pm they each exclaimed "oh, you're having the baby!" damn right i'm having this baby! jan was elatedly talking me thru each push and paul was in tears telling me how magnificent i was. he announced "i can see her!" quite soon, making me more determined yet to see her myself. at one point i thought she was already out to about the ears but not quite, it was a little set back but nothing was going to stop this birth. with three pushes to a contraction and a reasonable rest in between percy slowly made her appearance. midway paul asked me if i was pushing when i didn't have a contraction; i replied no, but i can feel her sliding back up between pushes and i'm trying to hold her in place! i'm not travelling the same distance twice if i don't have to!
percy crowned, turned her head out and slid out entirely all in one contraction at 10:23pm. (i think it was one, maybe i should ask jan to confirm that part.)
the hospital staff were respectful of our wish to have a lotus birth. however percy wasn't breathing well and had swallowed heaps of gunk meaning she needed attending to. initially this was done on the bed between my legs but space did not allow and the light was not good enough. paul cut her cord and she was placed on a nearby table. i kept whispering to paul "she's quiet, she's quiet." i had expected and wanted a full throated yell to confirm her presence and her life. unfortunately her throat was full of other stuff. it was quickly cleared, she was breathing fine and within 10 minutes was back with me, cradled against my chest.
"hello baby, we love you"
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