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





*10* ways I know I’m in the third trimester of pregnancy

As the title suggests this post is all about the ways that I know I am well and truly into the Third Trimester. written at 30 weeks pregnant. 

* this post is written to be funny and it does contain reference to the vaginal area, if you are of a sensitive disposition please read with caution 😂

If you aren’t currently pregnant, why not read along for a bit of a giggle. If you are pregnant and in the third trimester, why not read (and nod) along and see how many of these things you are currently dealing with too. If you are pregnant and not quite at the third trimester why not read along to see what surprises your body may have in store for you.

<10> Toes? What toes?

I guess a more accurate description would be Feet? What Feet? I am now at the point where when I look down I can no longer see my feet because all I see is my bump. I am struggling to put on shoes and socks. I have to take a great deal of time and there is much puffing and panting. All I know is I am very grateful the weather is improving and I can wear my trusty Birkenstocks and that means I don’t even need socks. Yay for me. Long may this sunshine continue, solely to make my footwear issues that little bit easier, also I think it will justify me buying a second pair. Win Win. Oh and the nail polish on my toes may have to stay there FOREVER!! Unless my friend Emily was being serious when she offered to paint my toe nails when I explained how much effort was involved the last time.

<9> Up High or Down Low?

I generally carry my babies low (is that an indication of gender? mine have all been boys, but we will have to wait and see what this one is). This means I can get lots of aches in my lower back, bump and general pelvic area. It also means baby spends a great deal of time hanging out and about on my bladder, which in turn means I have to pee. ALOT.

So as I reach  the third trimester and baby moves up, it offers a great sense of relief until the reality of  what that means sets in and that tends to be baby’s feet all up in my ribs, a noticeable decrease in my cardio abilities (walk and talk, pahahaha I don’t think so) and the return of the dreaded heartburn. Then I begin wishing baby would move down and off they trot and then I have to pee. Again.

<8> Is that classed as grooming or a comedy sketch show?

For those of you that have read my other posts <insert> you will know that I haven’t been feeling my best during this pregnancy. I have had a few hospital visits and barely had the time or energy to function let alone, maintain my *ahem* lady garden and meadow…aka…legs.

Well as I have been feeling a little better I decided now was the time to tackle the situation. I went and bought some new products. This was going to require some heavy duty landscaping and a 2 blade Bic razor was not going to cut it…literally.

Well, what a bloody faff, baring in mind I struggle to put socks on this was a real feat of physical agility. I am pretty sure I looked like someone practicing to be a contortionist. I couldn’t see what I was doing, remember I pretty much can’t see south of the bump and I had a 5 blade tool in my hand, it could have ended very differently. Thankfully it didn’t, but I am considering seriously putting aside any embarrassment and just paying someone to do it next time (Emily, do you want to earn a few extra quid? Just kidding I mean a professional).

<7> Are they veins or road maps?

Whilst pregnant your body produces more blood and has to work hard to pump it around your body. In all my pregnancies, particularly at nighttime in the third trimester I get super veiny. My hands and feet often are bulging with big huge veins, so I look like some sort of road map or someone who is on steroids.

The super veiny hands and feet tend to coincide with another beautiful side effect of pregnancy. Swelling. I am unable to currently wear my wedding ring as it inevitably gets stuck and super painful especially during the night. This is another reason Birkenstocks rock, they are adjustable and allow my feet to stay cool and not blow up to the size of an actual real life blimp.

<6> No patience

I think this is a pregnancy thing. Either that or I am now just hyper aware to how much of a ‘BEE EYE TEA SEE H’ I am all the time. If that is the case…oooops. I am losing my rag over things that I would normally keep my cool over. My poor kids, if they don’t do it on the first time of being asked, you can see ‘Ugly, shouty mummy’ rearing her head. Oliver my eldest who is 8, told me that having a baby makes me really moany and whiny, maybe its hormones, which brings me nicely onto…

<5> Hormones

Hormones are one hell of a task master, they can completely make or break a situation and when those little blighters decide to take over, you had better take cover. I generally go into super angry mode and nag and nit pick till I get fed up of the sound of my own voice. The other mode is, super emotional mode. tears. All the tears. Things that have mad me cry recently include. One Born Every Minute. Arthur (the kids cartoon). Other people’s instagram posts. Adverts. Being really, really tired.

<4> Ouchies

Being pregnant, comes with an expected set of aches and pains. Then you get some which really take you by surprise. It’s pretty common to get a real feeling of heaviness in your pubic area during pregnancy especially when you are nearing the end. I had a friend who questioned why she felt like she had been riding a bike all day. I have been known to describe feelings of ‘being stabbed in the vagina with knitting needles’ or ‘lightning, its like being struck by lightning’ they are extremely, fast, sharp pains that make you stop and go ‘oww’. I have been told that they are caused by baby’s position and your body getting ready to birth a mini human. There is one thing which can be uncomfortable at times but, I adore it, and that is feeling the baby when it has hiccups…there is something magical about that.

<3> Things that go bump in the night

Another way I can tell I am in the third trimester is sleep. Or lack of. This baby likes to party all through the night. As I can no longer sleep comfortably on my stomach, I have to  settle for being slightly less comfortable on my side. Baby takes this as a cue to to practice their karate. Also if I wake for any reason during the night  (normally from being kicked either from baby, or one of the two little ones who have inevitably snuck into our bed) I have to pee. No casual wake ups where I gently drift back into a peaceful slumber. I have to maneuver myself out of the bed, without waking the man or the kiddies and trot off to the bathroom. On more than one occasion on returning to the mass of arms and legs in our bed, I have quietly snuck off to the quiet retreat of the boys bottom bunk.

<2> Dreams

Ultra vivid, ultra crazy, the kinds only a sleep deprived, peeing fiend crazed on hormones could dream. I don’t think that needs any more explaining, if you understand what I mean. comment. #ultradreams


<1> Time

When pregnant time moves at varying paces for different things. It makes me think of the Doctor and his ‘Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey’ definition of time travel. For me it feels like it has taken aaaaages to get to 30 weeks and it feels like it will take aaaaages to get to the point of delivering and finally meeting our lickle squishlet, Then I think of all the things I want to get done and have to do before baby arrives and it feels like it is all going too fast and he or she will be here in no time at all and I will be totally unprepared.


If you made it this far…well done!!


Thanks for reading

Cherrrysnotmyname 🍒

Cherie 💕