Deep down I wanted to scream but I was scared. I had no pain at all when this happened. I stood up as I attempted to go and get help from someone else in the house but I was literally soaked and I couldn't move. I picked up my phone, and was so glad. Glad that I didn't throw it at the wall after all. I dialled my brothers number who was only next door in the living room, I had the downstairs bedroom in case you were wondering. When my brother Dean answered I demanded 'Get Mum! Hurry' and then I hung up. I then heard him go upstairs, slowly, and I thought 'Come on bloomin' move it!!' (I was feeling very impatient)
I waited on someone coming into my room for what felt like a life time. My mum, Donna, came in and looked a bit shocked. I just broke down and cried 'My waters have broke'. She stayed very calm, and picked up my phone to let the hospital know. I was then told to go in so that they could make sure I was okay. I was shaking with nerves. I didn't know what to expect. Nobody ever tells you what happens. On the way to the hospital the contractions started but they were bearable and by the time I got to the hospital they were a little sore but still I was mobile.
At the hospital I felt sick and very nervous. I didn't wait very long before I was taken into a room to be checked over. Long story short - I was sent home. I wasn't dilated enough, I wasn't in labour, so I had to wait until I was more dilated.
My mum and I had literally just got in the door when I started getting a little bit more sore. The bottom of my back was beginning to bother me. I headed straight to my room to lie down and my Mum came to lie beside me. Candy Crush kept me occupied (I think I may have been slightly obsessed with this). I didn't notice at the time but I was taking deep breaths every 10-20 minutes. Little did I know that my Mum was really paying attention to my breathing and these were the contractions that were happening. She was timing them and said 'I think we should phone the hospital and let them know' so as I spoke to the midwife on the phone I had another one and that was the worst one yet. I was asked to go back in, even though I was only there an hour before.
Once we had arrived at the hospital I was placed in a room with 3 other people. They were in early stages of labour too but I seemed to be in more pain. They looked so relaxed and all I could think about was 'How come they aren't this sore? Is something wrong with me'? There wasn't anything wrong with me. I was just at a further stage in labour than what they were. The worst thing about that room was that I didn't know the other 3 people. My mum wasn't allowed in until visiting hours which was at 8am. I had hours to go before I got to see her. I was terrified at this point. I was pacing up and down the room and out in the corridor and I remember constantly asking a nurse for pain killers. She said I couldn't have any and that I had to wait until later for more. ☹
7:55am appeared on the clock. 'Only 5 more minutes until Mum gets here' I reminded myself. 5 minutes felt like 5 hours. I still couldn't sit down as the pain was getting more severe. I had a birthing ball, its like a big bouncy ball that you get in the gym or at fitness classes, and as I couldn't get up on the bed I sat on the floor and used the birthing ball to hold myself up and to try and get comfortable.
8:02 was showing on the clock 'Oh, she's 2 minutes late. Where is she? Is she lost?' There was still no sign of my mum and I know it had just turned 8am but I really needed and wanted my Mum. No one else, just her. I tried to re-position myself on my birthing ball as I was no longer comfy and just as I managed to get in a perfect position all I heard was 'Alright? You okay?' I recognised the voice right away and it wasn't my Mum. It was J. My baby's Dad. I couldn't believe my eyes. But instead of saying something nice my reply was 'Okay?! OKAY?! See this?' I pointed towards my very heavily pregnant belly and the birthing ball and said 'This is all YOUR fault! YOU did this to me' Deep down I didn't mean to sound so cruel towards him. J did only ask if I was okay. He helped me up of the floor where I had been crawling around on for hours and carefully aided me onto the bed. I suddenly had this urge to push. My Mum went and got a midwife. She did a quick check to see how dilated and I was. She looked at my Mum and J and then looked at me and said 'It's time to go now' and she quickly went to get a wheelchair for me and I thought 'Great! Where am I being taken to now?'
As I was being aided around I heard babies crying, a woman screaming (I later found out that she was in labour), and a phone ringing. Everything seemed strange to me. I couldn't work out what was happening or where I was going until I saw a sign saying 'Labour Suite'. My legs turned to jelly as I knew that I was about to have my baby.
In my spacious room there was a big bed, lots of machine equipment, a sink, a little unit and an en suite bathroom. I was helped onto the bed and I felt even worse than before. The contractions were terrible so I was given gas and air to help relieve the pain. It certainly did it's job! I don't remember much about my labour due to taking the gas and air but without my Mum and J I couldn't have done any of it without them.
'Come on Caley. One last push! You're doing so well' encouraged the midwife. This was it, I was nearly done. As I pushed one last time I saw the midwife smile. I was so relieved that the labour was over. My Mum was grinning from ear to ear and J on the other side of me, had burst into tears and was so overcome with emotions. He said 'Well done. I'm so proud of you'. This made me smile but as I looked over to the midwife my smile quickly disappeared. I went into panic and I realised that my baby was silent. There was no screaming or crying to be heard from my baby. 'Why isn't the baby crying? What's wrong?' I asked in a panic. The midwife reassured me 'He's absolutely fine. I'm just giving him a wee clean and then he's all yours'. I felt better but then I went 'HE? I had a little boy' .
(picture taken from google images)
My son was placed on my chest and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He had these big blue eyes, a little button nose and teeny tiny hands. He still didn't cry but he seemed to love being cuddled and spoken to.
Wednesday, 8th May 2013, I felt like the luckiest person in the whole entire world. I loved him even more when I finally got to hold him.
J and I decided to name our baby Jamie.
Jamie was even more perfect than I could ever have imagined.
Caley 💜
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