On the 25th November approximately 8.30pm my partner,Holly, came downstairs after putting a bath on and told myself and friend that he might have to leave if 'this' carried on. At first I did not know what she ment and thought she might have been joking as we were watching football, then the penny drop and realised my son was on his way.
She returned upstairs to get in the bath as that is what my sister said was best. I was still in shock and thought it might have been a false alarm as we had already had one three weeks previous. I then informed my mum that she may have to take us to the hospital and carried on watching football, I thought if she needed me she would say and I didn't want my head biting off!
I went upstairs to check on her and she was laid on the bed. I asked if she wanted our friend to leave to which she said yes. I did this while she informed the birthing centre she was in labour.
Holly then had a burst of energy and wanted to keep her mind occupied by putting up the christmas tree. I was very anxious and really wanted her to go to the hospital to check everything was ok.
While waiting for my mum to arrive to take us to the hospital Holly continued to have contractions. During this time I felt completely helpless, I wanted to help but didn't know how.
When we got to the hospital I felt better knowing that we were in the right place if anything was to happen. When we got sent home I was more annoyed as I was expecting my son to arrive, but I guess it was dissapointment aswell.
I went straight to bed and slept as much I could until Holly woke me up about 3am asking me to ring my mum to take us back to the hospital. She rang her mum and friend to meet us at the hospital. Once there she paced the room not really speaking to any one.
Once again I felt helpless, watching someone you love going through pain, wanting to protect them and look after them knowing you can't do anything about it. She then got a bath and asked her mum to go in. Her mum came out and told me Holly wanted me in with her. I proceded in and she squeezed my hand, this was not enough and asked me to squeeze back for what she described as tension. Along came another contraction and after she finished she turned to me and said "I think I've had a crap!"
She was then asked if she wanted to go to the birthing pool and I literally had to carry her as she could not walk. Even though we only went to the next room it felt like forever getting there. Once through the door she had a contraction and the only thing to hold onto was me, so she was hanging on to my neck and baring down. She got in the pool on her knees hanging over the side, I was in front of her holding her hands. Moments later my son had arrived and I could feel all the emotions running through me. I thought I wouldn't feel like this as I already have a son but it was overwhelming. I did not speak to anyone to stop myself from crying and I looked at my newborn son.
It is the best feeling in the world no matter how tough you think you may be!
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