The day Little Splodge was born our entire world changed. We suddenly went from being a couple to being a family.
She was “due” to arrive on March 12th 2012 but as is so often the case with babies the due date came and went with absolutely no sign of Little Splodge putting in an appearance.
I finally started getting contractions on March 18th which serendipitously was also Mother’s Day. I had my first pains about 8 that morning and we called the hospital at about 4 in the afternoon because I, in my naive first time labour state, genuinely thought that the pain couldn’t get any worse.
The hospital told me to go in and I was examined … 3 centimetres.
I was sent home.
I spent the remainder of the evening in the bath and attempting to get some sleep. It was during this time that I realised that what I thought was bad pain earlier was only a taster of what was to come.
9pm and I was literally screaming on the bed. I couldn’t even string a sentence together so it fell to Little Splodge’s daddy to call the hospital and let them know we were on our way.
We got to the hospital only to discover that the maternity car park was undergoing a little facelift so was completely closed. The nearest car park was A&E which is only a 5 minute walk away (when you’re in control of your legs and aren’t in the process of bringing a tiny human into the world) but took me the better part of 20 minutes to do.
Once we finally got into the maternity unit I was examined again and remember saying to the midwife £please don’t say 3 centimetres.” There was absolutely no way I was going home again. Luckily she said 4.
I was given gas and air and moved to the labour ward. I vaguely remember consenting to there being a student present (everybody has to start somewhere right?) and that the midwife was concerned that I wasn’t communicating with her, Excuse me if I found the best way to deal with the pain was to completely clam up and turn in on myself,
Labour progressed very smoothly up until about 4:30 on the morning of March 19th when I was trying to explain to the midwife that I was ready to push. She on the other hand was adamant that I wasn’t ready and that she’d check me again at 5:30 when she came back from her break.
The midwife who was covering her break was told that I was trying to push and to “keep an eye” on me to make sure I didn’t. I asked her to check me anyway, which she did and promptly announced that I was fully dilated and that if I felt the need to push to just go with it. Less than half an hour later at exactly 04:57 Little Splodge was born.
She was born hungry. Literally within seconds of entering the world she was rooting around for food … and so began the next stage, our breastfeeding journey.