I started steady, consistent labour contractions at around midnight on the 9th of January. I’d been trying to get to sleep but there was no way the contractions were going to go away. After about an hour I ended up feeling so much pain, Jeremy decided it was time to go to the hospital. We arrived at about 1:45am.
After very little rest, and a lot of painful contractions that had me wondering whether I could go through with a natural birth, and 12 hours of labour, I gave birth to a very healthy baby boy. We have named him Doyle Alexander Malcolm. My obstetrician didn’t end up making it to the delivery on time, so he was delivered by two mid-wives, with a little support from another obstetrician on duty. They were all incredibly proud of me because apparently there aren’t so many first-time-Mums who have as natural a delivery as I did (I tried the gas for about 2 minutes and found it useless). In fact the obstetrician said you could count the number of those births in one year on your hands. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal now, with how little pain I seem to be experiencing compared to the actual labour, but it was definitely hard work and I was exhausted. Jeremy was a champion through it all – I don’t know if I could’ve coped without his lower-back massaging through the final 3cm of dilation. Although that only took maybe 2 hours. I was a little surprised by how quick it all happened.
Little Doyle is adorable, though. Some of the first things he did include furrowing his brow and blowing spit bubbles. He’s going to be a handsome trouble-maker 😉
Doyle was born weighing 3.28kg with a height of 48.5cm. Jeremy has been an absolute darling with him so far, taking to him like a house on fire. He’s going to be an awesome dad. We notified all of the immediate family members even before the baby had been measured.
Also, as I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before, and since Doyle was born at 12:05pm, we were presented with a very nice luxury platter of food – including sandwiches I couldn’t eat while pregnant, a chicken salad, jam tart, ice-cream and fruit salad. It was to die for! I can’t wait to be able to order hospital food for the rest of the week.
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