Sunday, 3 February 2013

Home Sweet Home {Birth} Pt2


The day we met.

2:38am on Saturday the 6th of October 2012.  I woke suddenly with a gush that I knew were my waters breaking. I hadn’t moved that fast in months as I jumped out of bed. I had simultaneously called out “its happening’ as I bolted upright so J was very much awake with me. My waters continued to gush everywhere as I moved to the bathroom. We could not contain the excitement; our baby was coming today. I felt fine but J suggested we pump the pool up just so we were ready.

Out in the lounge room, J worked diligently on getting the pool sorted and preparing the area. I’m not sure what I did…I was buzzing with excitement and couldn’t stay in one spot. I faffed around, taking a few photos and trying to chat with J about useless things. “Are you feeling anything?” he asked me every couple of minutes.

At 4am, the pool was up and ready to go. I was still feeling nothing major on the contraction front, a few tightening sensations but they were roughly 30mins apart. I suggested we go back to bed.  Ha! yeah right, we were both far too excited to sleep. Instead we chatted and laughed and enjoyed our last morning as a family of 3, stoping to breathe deeply when another wave would come.  I used a contraction timer app on my phone to work out they were now roughly every 10mins.  J continued to make me laugh, especially when he decided to show me how he thought he would probably act with a contraction!

At roughly 5:30am I decided that it was too uncomfortable to lie in bed any longer.  The waves were coming every 5-7mins and I was starting to have to really focus during them. We thought we should probably let the midwife know what was happening so I rang my midwife’s mobile, praying that Christina would answer. “Yay you’re back” was the first thing I said to her, “you waited for me” was her reply. I told her I was coping fine but that I thought she should know. I asked her if I should start filling the pool, which she thought was a good idea. She told me to call back when things were really ramping up but cautioned me not to leave it too late.

So J got back to work filling the pool. Hoses filling, jugs boiling and pots on the stove all to fill this gigantic pool.

I was in my element, painful but so exciting. I paced around the house. I filled the oil burner and soon the smell of clary sage filled the house. (I must have had it pretty strong because afterwards Christina commented that she could smell it as she walked up the driveway!) I found this smell really relaxing; I put a few drops on a face washer and breathed it in during contractions. My important jobs included setting up the iPod, lighting some candles, oh and breathing my baby down!

It was such a beautiful time, it was a wet and drizzly morning and the windows were fogging as J continued to fill the pool. I walked around the house, stood out on the balcony in the drizzly, foggy, quiet morning, knowing full well I would meet my baby soon.

H-bomb, who had previously been waking at the crack of dawn, blissfully slept on; unaware that we would soon be four.

The pool was mostly full but it was difficult to finish, as I kept requiring him to hold a heat pack to my lower back. I paced around the dining table, until a wave would overtake me and I’d call out “now”, he’d come rushing over to hold said heat pack or push down on my hips. In between waves, we joked around and laughed. I felt that I should eat something but didn’t feel like the red frogs I had bought. J said he would make me some raisin toast but I chose to munch on a few handfuls of fruit and nut mix.

At around 7, we thought we should ask the Bestie to come and get H-bomb because no doubt he would wake soon and we would soon be in the thick of it. We also rang Christina and told her to come on over.  Bestie arrived lightening quick. I had 3 or 4 contractions while she was here, we woke H-bomb, I gave him a quick kiss goodbye and he was off. I was feeling the need to get down on my hands and knees with each wave and I desperately wanted to get in the pool. 5 mins after Anna left Christina arrived. One look at me and she knew it was close. She gave me a quick internal and I was right to get in the pool. That was, until she felt the water. Too hot, “you’re going to cook this baby” she said with a laugh. 5mins with the hose on cool and I was in. To say it was bliss was an understatement! It was totally amazing! The feeling of being cocooned in the warm water; about to meet my baby was such a tremendous feeling.

Josh kneeled down outside the pool and I stayed on my knees resting my arms and head on a towel over the side.  In the background I had heard that my other midwife Yvonne had arrived. I could faintly hear them discussing Christina’s recent trip and the shopping in Hawaii. I could see the candles flickering in the dim light. I could hear my music playing and took great strength in particular from one of the lines in the song that was playing**:

“I may be weak, but your spirit’s strong in me.
My flesh may fail but my God you never will.”

The waves were reaching a peak and I felt myself tense up. I knew I was tensing up because I got a weird case of pins and needles in my shoulders and arms. I remember turning to Josh and saying “I am really scared right now”. (He later told me I looked up at him with the widest eyes he has even seen!) His response of “there is no fear in this house” was all it took to bring my focus back (along with, of course, the obligatory “you are doing such a good job”, “we are almost about to meet our baby” comments.) Christina came into the lounge room and I told her I was close. She checked to see if I was crowning but later told me she couldn’t feel anything yet.

It was hot in the bath and I remember asking J for an ice block. I remember looking at the clock and joking with everyone that an ice block was a weird request at 7:58am on a rainy morning! As J came back in the room, I knew this was it; I was pushing without realising it. Christina was telling me to turn on my side (to reduce the risk of tearing) and I think she took one of my legs and turned me on the side as our baby slid out and into my arms.

Oh my! Words don’t really do justice to this amazing event. “What did you have?” Yvonne asked, Christina helped me look as I screamed, “It’s a girl”, “she’s a girl, I knew she was a girl”.

Our little girl Aurora Kate was born at 8:04am. All credit to our amazing God who not only knit her together perfectly in my tummy but also allowed her to be born in such a calm and peaceful manner.

We sat in the water for a while. I was amazed at how clear the water was but later Christina told me it was because I didn’t tear. I wasn’t rushed, no one asked me to get out, there were no hospital protocols to follow. After the cord stopped pulsing, J cut the cord and I continued to cuddle and breathe her in. J called the Bestie and She and H-bomb were at my side in a flash.

It was with great pride that I told my Bestie that our baby girls now shared a birthday. H-bomb was shy for a little while and clung to daddy for our first photos as a family. I said I would like to get out of the water and as time had passed with still no sign of the placenta I requested the needle to fasten things up. J took Miss R for a bit of skin to skin together in a blanket and the Bestie took H-bomb for a play in his room. Afterwards, I got wrapped in a blanket on the lounge and Miss R had a feed. My amazing friend made the midwives and myself tea and bagels and J started emptying out the pool.

By 10am, the lounge room was packed up, the midwives had gone, I was showered and changed and cuddling my babies on the lounge. It was the most tremendous, life changing experience of my life.

And that was how we met baby girl. You and me. I will treasure those moments for as long as I live. It was miracle... YOU are a miracle. 

Here's the day in pictures...

J doing a stellar job filling the pool
A beautiful & familiar environment to birth in
Going with the flow, listening to my body and focussing on His strength

Don't worry, that's as nude as I'll show!
Seconds after she's born (oh be still my heart...love that vernixy baby!)
Yep, there's my iceblock on the arm of the chair...never did get that!
{ Love }

Cutting the cord
We are four
{Delicious}




Our first visitors::The other birthday girl::The Bestie's gorgeous daughter
Life goes on as normal

*If you are still reading; well done! I prefaced part 1 by saying that it was a long post when in fact it wasn't! This is a very long post, my apologies x If you missed it, you can read part one here
** That song is by Elevation Worship and is based on Psam 73:26. See this clip


Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Birthday Baking


My Dad loves a biscuit with his cuppa. Especially the assorted cream variety. It has become a bit of a tradition to pop down to my parents place for a cuppa and check out what selection of biscuits he has on offer. Its always a disappointment to find just the scotch fingers are left!

One of the things I would like to do this year is to, where possible, be more creative with gift giving. I thought about setting myself the challenge to only give things that were handmade but I didn’t want to hold myself to this as I think that’s quite a big challenge. Maybe next year when my sewing skills have improved a little.

Anyway the idea popped into my head to make Dad a batch of assorted creams for his birthday. His favourites are the Monte Carlos and Kingstons (I think they are the favourites for everyone actually) so I googled a few recipes and here’s how they turned out.

I think in hindsight they were pretty large (I had to split one with J – unheard of for me to not be able to finish a biscuit!) so I will make them a lot smaller next time.

Dad did pop in to see me a few days later and God bless him, he had bought with him two biscuits in gladwrap so we could have something with our cuppa. Love ya Dad!

Biscuits ready to be filled (& a cheeky monkey)

Filling for Kingstons

Kingstons filled, Monte Carlos in progress

Yum!

Boxed & ready to go
H-Bomb opening them with Poppy


Happy Birthday Dad!



Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Just do it


Well it’s time to get the show on the road. Time to rid the house of all the Christmas junk and get serious about eating clean again.  J’s injury has meant that he had to pull out of the long course triathlon at Huskisson. While I am sorely disappointed for him that he misses out on this great race that he was gearing up for; it means an opportunity for me to step up.

I have completed the Enticer Triathlon over the last couple of years and thoroughly enjoyed it. What’s not to love about it? A 250m swim, 8km ride and 2 km run! It is easy, requires minimal training and it allows me to remain part of the triathlon community. I also love it as I can achieve good results. The last couple of years I have completed it in the top ten of my age category. Last year I did it in 43min and came 9th in my age category (and I was 7weeks pregnant!). 
Finishing the 2012 Enticer
I was all set to do it again this year and see if I could improve my results.

That was, until J challenged me to set the bar higher.

So I have done it. I have entered the sprint distance triathlon at Huskisson. This is a significant step up for me. 750m swim, 20km ride and 5km run. Oh and it is in four and a half weeks! Let’s face it, I’m not going to set the world on fire with my results, but it’s a start.
So about 2 weeks ago, I started running again. Very slowly. I started with running for 2 mins, walking for 1min, for about 20mins. This is a really great strategy for anyone wanting to begin running or start it again after a long time. I’ve got to be honest; it didn’t feel good. It felt like the most unnatural thing in the world. Everything was jiggling and I thought my knees were going to buckle, but I persevered. Soon I was able to step up to running for 5mins, walking for 2, then 7mins/2mins walk. I have varied my route, mixed up my music, and added a few hills and stairs to build my fitness. I have been doing about 2-3 runs a week. It is a slow path back but I am determined. I am trying to focus more on good running technique and doing my pelvic floor exercises like there is no tomorrow!

I am enjoying getting back into the pool again too, although am quite hesitant about hitting the open water again. A lovely friend has loaned me her wetsuit so I am planning my first swim around the boats at the harbour tomorrow night with the tri club.  Wish me luck!
So not ashamed of wearing my swim cap in public...or running in it (much to my friends and husbands disgust!)
Also on the cards this year is to complete the Australia Day Aquathon (as per my thirty while thirty post). I have registered and am partnering with Anglicare to raise funds. If you feel like it, I would love for you to sponsor me. Click on the link below, hit donate now and nominate myself from the list of participants.
http://www.everydayhero.com.au/lighthouse_my_place 


Every little bit counts. That is true for sponsorship and exercise!

What are your exercise goals this year?
Can I encourage you to step out and really go for it in 2013?
Stop wishing you could do something…just do it!