Birth Announcement and Story 💕

[Today Ezra is 8 weeks old. I am honestly not sure where the time has gone, but I thought it was time I wrote up his birth story, I hope you enjoy…]

On Monday the 20th of June 2016 at 12:36pm a teeny little fellow weighing in at 7lb 11oz entered the world. He was already more loved than he knew and had bought more happiness and healing than he would have thought possible.

His name is.

Ezra Jay Fox Lewis-Quinn

He is this guy 💕

This is his Birth Story…

I had been having mild irregular contractions for a week, but Everytime they started to follow a pattern they would fizzle out. Sunday [19.06.2016] was Father’s Day. I said to Sean it would either be his last Father’s Day as a father of three or his first Father’s Day as a father of four.I woke up at 5am, with mild Braxton hicks and a dull period like ache.

It was starting in my back and wrapping round into my stomach. I took some Paracetomol and it continued. This made me very excited. I was having them between every 5-10 minutes.As the morning went on, they got further apart and by the afternoon had stopped completely. We went on to have a lovely Father’s day with Sean and my Father in law and we also got to say ‘Happy Birthday’ to Natalie.

When we got home I was absolutely shattered and jokingly said to my husband that I was far too tired to go into labour that night. Whilst putting my then youngest son Darwin (almost three year old) I said I was going to bed too. I took my raspberry leaf tea capsules and inserted my 3 evening primrose oil capsules as per my nightly routine.

For the past three nights I had been listening to a Hypnobirthing CD and reading positive birth affirmations both kindly sent to me by my best friend Rida, who had less than 2 weeks prior birthed her 2nd daughter. The previous three nights Darwin had also nursed himself to sleep, tonight he again asked for “Boo Boo” and I said “yes”.

[A selection of some of my favourite positive birth affirmations]

This time when he nursed something was different, whilst he was feeding I began to get quite moderately strong contractions, I started timing them, they were every two minutes and lasting 40 seconds. I started to get excited. However, I kept telling myself these weren’t ‘real’ contractions and were only caused by the nipple stimulation of Darwin nursing.

I felt something in my lower abdomen which felt like 3 popping bubbles. I wondered if maybe my waters had broken as I had heard people describe that feeling previously. nothing happened and so I thought I was wrong. When I stood up I felt a small trickle of warm liquid, but I thought maybe I was just peeing myself.

My Mum called me and I told her not to get too excited but I thought my waters were trying to break. I checked my pad and there was definitely liquid and it was a reddy brown colour. I told Sean I thought my waters were leaking and he and my Mum told me to go to hospital. I called the hospital to let them know what was happening and they advised I come in, but there was no need to rush.

Due to it being the evening, we decided I would get a taxi and Sean would stay with the children so he could do the school runs in the morning if I was still in labour. By the time my taxi arrived I was almost certain it was my waters leaking and I took a towel to sit on, just in case.

When I got to hospital after a little bit of a wait it was confirmed my waters had indeed broken. EEEEK. I was told due to my previous deliveries [two emergency c sections and one natural] and my poor health during the pregnancy, I had received 2 blood transfusions and two iron transfusions. I was going to stay in hospital even though I wasn’t dilated. At this point it was just after 11pm and this is where I start to lose track with timimgs.

My sister in law [Lauren] came to the hospital straight from work, I was starting to get contractions, they were around every 5-10 minutes and weren’t very strong. I was moved from the assessment room and into a delivery room. I was put on a monitor and as the contractions ramped up quite quickly and baby’s heartbeat kept dipping I was given fluid through an inter-venous drip. I ended up having 2.5 bags, I was quite dehydrated and each time they gave me fluids the baby’s heart rate settled.

By 2am in the morning the contractions had got closer together and were a lot stronger. The midwife suggested I get in the bath, it was beautiful. Lauren was timing my contractions through the door, going of my moaning, I thought this was very sweet of her. The contractions were now coming every two minutes, but the strange thing was I had an immense amount of pain in the bottom of my bump, but the top of my bump was not going hard at all. very strange.

the contractions continued and I asked if I could have some pain relief, I had already had paracetamol and wanted some pethedine as I wanted to try and sleep. I had been checked and was only 1cm. I couldn’t have the pethedine as the baby’s heartbeat was still dipping at this point. my contractions were at this point getting unbearable.

Lauren had arranged to go back to my house so she would be there to have the children should Sean need to leave at any point and my Mum was on here way. By this point I needed my Mum. Lauren waited for my Mum to arrive and then left. I cried when I saw my Mum. I couldn’t understand why I was in so much pain. I’d had three children previously, one with natural onset labour and natural contractions and two inductions with medically induced contractions.

[My Mum, my guardian angel]

I felt I knew what contractions felt like and was mentally prepared for the pain. However this was out of this world. We could see the contractions registering a lot higher on the monitor, but still the top of my bump wasn’t going hard. When the pain came all I could do was grab the bed rail and scream, I ended up crying and swearing and then apologising.

I was checked again and I was still only 1cm, the consultant gave me a sweep to try and help me along as my previous two c sections had been for failure to progress. They gave me the second bag of fluid and after a few hours of using the Gas and Air. I could not cope with the pain. I knew there was limited amount of time I had to get into labour [4cms+] before we would have to seriously thing about going to theatre.

The midwives were being brilliant, they knew I really wanted to try for a natural delivery and they tried to get me back into the water and we tried the portable monitoring machine. I had the machine on for around 10 minutes and the pain was so extreme it completely immobilised me. I was lifting my bump up and screaming and crying. I made the decision to have an epidural as I could not carry on like this.

My contractions were every 2-3 minutes and sky high on the monitor. I knew the epidural could slow it down and it did, but I was still having 3-4 contractions every 10 minutes and they were good long strong ones. I fell in and out of sleep. I was exhausted. I knew I still had a while to go but when they checked me at some point after 11am and I was still only 1cm. I knew we were heading to theatre.

[Exhausted and High on G+A]

I agreed, I didn’t and couldn’t go through hours and hours and hours more of this and probably still end up in theatre anyway. I was by this point getting very bad pain in my old c section scar[s]. The top of my stomach was still not going hard and even the midwives were a little baffled by this.

And so Sean was called and all the paperwork was completed for theatre. My Mum had to leave and now wouldn’t be able to see me till visiting hours at 3pm. She went back to my house and watched the boys with Lauren. I was worried Sean wouldn’t make it in time, but he got there a few minutes before I was wheeled down to theatre.

I was taken into theatre and as I had an epidural they attempted to top it up. However, after 15-20 minutes, they attempted to make the incision and I could feel it. the decision was made to put me to sleep. Sean had to leave and I remember being so upset and then they put the mask on and the next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room.

Sean was there, and he had our baby, Our teeny tiny baby. He told me he was a boy. I was overcome with Love instantly. I knew all along he was a boy. He was completely naked, just as I wanted. We had some skin to skin and he had a small feed. We called him Ezra and I chose his middle names Jay [after his Nannies Janice, Julie and Jackie] and Fox…well just because.He was perfect.

[Our first photograph as a new little family]

[ Exhausted and Exhilarated]

I was a little disappointed that I never got my natural birth, but I later found out Ezra was back to back and he had not descended into my pelvis and he had instead been headbutting my pelvis. Which we believe explains the excruciating pain I had. He had a bruise on his head and eye from the force of it. I will never know if I had waited if I may have got the natural birth I wanted. I can however say, I am completely happy with my decision. I have no guilt. unlike previous times. I was in control, I was able to make the decision rather than having it made for me.

[Poor Ezra and his bruising]

I refuse to feel a failure because I am NOT  a failure…look at what [who] I made…

Thanks for reading