Marnie attendedBloom Yoga’s Pregnancy Yoga Class in Horfield and I was so pleased to have received her message to say that she had her much wanted home birth.

“I got my home birth, it was an amazing experience, and I definitely kept calm and in the zone using lots of the movement and breath you had taught us ?”.

Here is Marnie’s home birth in her own words…

“Here’s the story of our magical, en caul home birth of Jackson – a beautiful, calm, and healing experience as second time parents.

Eight weeks on and I still can’t get over how wonderful Jackson’s birth was – I’m still in shock that we got our ‘dream birth’.

Quick Facts:

 Second Time Parents

 Known Baby Boy

 EDD: 23/10/23 (NHS) – 25/10/23 (my calculation from conception)

 Actual Birth Date: November 2 (41+3)

 Planned and actual home water birth

 2 hours 39 minutes – Midwives record from start of ‘active labour’ to finish of placenta delivery. But overall from the first surge I timed to finish was 11 hours.

 3.7kgs/8lbs 2oz

 Pain Relief: Hypnobirthing, TENS, comb, birth pool, gas and air for last hour

 Trigger warnings: Previous induction, discussion of medical coercion, reduced movements

Our daughter (who turned 4 just two weeks before baby boy’s arrival) was born October 2019 at 40+4 after an induction of labour (including continuous monitoring, which had me confined to a bed) which, while it all went relatively well and calm and natural, I just felt so disappointed about it all, and later realised I had been coerced into, felt like I wasn’t given the full information to be able to make my own informed decision. I learned so much between births about the particular situation I was in and realised for the first time that I could have declined the induction, or even made different choices surrounding the induction. I was determined not to be put in the same position again and spent a long time educating myself and getting to a place where I felt comfortable in my decisions using BRAIN (benefits, risks, alternatives, intuition, do nothing).

This time around, whilst trying to conceive, I already had decided I wanted a home birth and started researching home birth and reading other people’s home birth stories through the wonderfully knowledgeable doula Samantha Gadsden’s Facebook community, Home Birth Support Group UK (I highly recommend joining this group if you are at all, even mildly interested in having a home birth. I also purchased the Positive Birth Company’s Pregnancy Pack, Hypnobirthing Pack, Hypnobirthing Book and Affirmation cards to prepare myself for birth.

This Pregnancy:

I spent my entire pregnancy soaking up inspiration and knowledge from birth stories (Like the ones I mentioned in the Home Birth Support Group), books (Like Ina May Gaskin’s Guide to Childbirth, and the Positive Birth Company’s Hypnobirthing book), podcasts (Such as the Midwives Cauldron, Better Birth UK, The Hypnobirthing Podcast, Normal Boring Freebirth, and Natural Birth Podcast), Instagram accounts of midwives and doulas (Such as Pop That Mumma and Sara Wickham), and practicing my hypnobirthing techniques.

I was also a lot more active this time around. I continue my regular Pole Fitness classes until 35 weeks pregnant, did pregnancy yoga classes either online or in person 2-3 times a week, and walked my daughter to preschool twice a week (a 50 minute round trip).

This pregnancy, while I experienced some morning sickness and food aversions, it wasn’t nearly as bad as my pregnancy with my daughter. I did experience some PGP and serious pelvic pressure in my groin (mostly during my 2nd trimester), and found that from as early as 20 weeks pregnant the most comfortable way for me to sit was on a birth ball (I found the sofa SO uncomfortable!).

Overall a very smooth pregnancy and I felt really lucky that it was as such.

I was also extremely fortunate in that from my very first booking appointment when I told the midwife I wanted a home birth, I was met with nothing but positivity and support. My community midwives and dedicated home birth team in my local NHS trust (North Bristol) were wonderfully supportive the entire way, and I recieved no push back at all to my home birth wishes from them, which I was most grateful for.

We only had one slight hiccup when, at my 36 week appointment I had a random high Carbon Monoxide reading (7). It was checked again one week later and had dropped slightly to 5 and so I was referred to a consultant another week later. At that appointment my levels had dropped back to a normal range (we think the culprit was traffic pollution as I’d made a concerted effort to avoid exposure following the first high reading and no other risks applied ie smoking, household or car issues) however the consultant was still trying to push me into a growth scan (Which I really did not want, considering what had happened in my first pregnancy following a growth scan, which I now knew to be not as accurate as I believed at the time – growth scans at the end of your pregnancy have a 20% margin of error!).

I ended up in tears in this appointment and left with a scan having been booked for me for the next day, only to have my home birth midwife appointment that afternoon where the amazing midwife encouraged me to trust my instincts and made my own decision. She gave me all the possible information and then supported me wholeheartedly in cancelling the scan (she was an angel!! Exactly what I needed when having a little blip in my confidence to advocate for myself). The rest of my pregnancy continued as normal after that until the night before his birth.

Day before Labour and Birth – November 1 (41+2):

During the day I was aware baby was not moving as much or as strongly as he normally would – the first time I’ve ever experienced reduced movements in either of my pregnancies. To soothe my mind, I ended up calling the assessment unit and headed there to just check in on baby. Typically, as soon as I arrived he started moving at his normal rate again, but I decided to stay for the full CTG to just reassure myself. It was quite busy so I was in there from 5.45pm until 11.15pm, but was glad I went as this was the first time I’ve ever had any true concerns in this pregnancy. Luckily, little babe passed the CTG and movement check criteria in 15 minutes, so that was reassuring. The CTG also showed I was experiencing tightenings, which wasn’t surprising as I’d been getting Braxton Hicks throughout my third trimester.

Whilst at the hospital, I was asked whether I wanted to book in for a scan or induction due to my “late gestation” which I politely declined, stating I’d already had an at length discussion with Birth Choices and they knew my wishes for spontaneous labour and home birth post-42 weeks. My choice was respected without fuss which I was happy about. I did personally ask for a membrane sweep at this point as I had been quite rattled by the episode of reduced movements, and was becoming increasingly impatient to have my baby safely in my arms. I knew the risks, used my BRAIN and made a decision that felt right for me at the time, and I don’t regret it. After the sweep (during which I was found to be 2cm dilated) I began experiencing mild tightenings every 5 minutes which continued until I went to bed at midnight.

Day of birth – November 2 (41+3):

At 4.40am our 4yo daughter woke up, I tried to get her back to sleep in our bed but she wouldn’t go, so at 5.45am we give up on sleep and get up out of bed. As I get my daughter ready for the day I start to feel a tightening or two again, very mild.

Around 8.15am, after dropping our 4yo at preschool, I notice some tightenings that are a little stronger, but still very mild.

Later I head to Tesco and when I get home, at 10.30am, I decide to start timing the surges on the Freya App and setting up the living room to be our birth space. Husband is working from home today luckily so he pops downstairs to help too. Surges are roughly 7 minutes apart at this point and extremely manageable so I’m still unsure as to whether this is early labour or Braxton Hicks. I stick on Harry Potter to watch while timing my surges and bouncing on my birth ball.

At 11.30am I have a surge that comes with a bit of pressure in bum, which makes me think it could possibly be early labour after all. Surges are recording at 5-7 minutes apart now.

At 12.15pm I call the home birth team midwives to give them a heads up that I *might* be in labour (I was still second-guessing myself at this point and was up until very late in the game!). After this my husband inflates the birth pool.

Around 1pm my Freya hypnobirthing app (which I found really amazing at helping me to remember my breathing and keeping in “the zone” during labour) says I’m in established labour but I don’t think that’s accurate, however at 1.25pm I do have a surge that I can’t talk through easily. I’m finding standing and swaying whilst leaning over the back of the sofa the most comfortable position to be in at this point, and that’s how I mostly stay until moving to the pool much later.

At 1.43pm I call the midwives back, as requested an hour after first phone call, to check in. I speak to a student midwife who says it sounds like I’m managing them OK so far, which I agree with, and to call back in another hour, but at 2pm the senior midwife I spoke to on the first call phones me back and hears me have a surge whilst on the phone. She says they think they would like to send someone to me to assess me and at 2.50pm two midwives arrive, Mary (who I spoke to on the phone), and student midwife Rhea. My husband has ducked out to pick up our daughter from preschool at this time and when they return, I accept a VE (the only one I end up having the whole labour), and it reveals I’m a stretchy 3cm with favourable cervix (3.20pm).

At 4.05pm I whack on the TENS machine as I’m beginning to get quite uncomfortable during the surges. During all this the two midwives are mostly just leaving me to it, by myself in the living room, while they hang out in the kitchen with my husband and daughter (who is loving the attention from wonderful student midwife Rhea in particular).

At 5.25pm I lose my mucus plug and pessure in my bum during surges increases. I’m moving my body, swaying my hips and focusing on relaxing my shoulders and jaw during each surge, using the amazingly wonderful boost function on my TENS and the Freya app to cope. I think at roughly 6pm the midwives hint to my husband it would be a good idea to fill the pool, which I’m glad he takes their advice, as he apparently told them at one point “it’ll only take ten minutes, I reckon”.

Husband also gets our daughter to bed around 6.45pm, I remember wanting to give her a big cuddle as I knew it would be the last time I would see her as my only child, but she said she didn’t want one.

It’s at this point I think I finally accept that I am in labour, that this isn’t a false alarm (I’d kept saying to the midwives “I hope I haven’t called you out to a false alarm and wasted your time!). Funnily enough, I must have outwardly shown a change here too as this is where the midwives have recorded active labour from.

At 7pm I get into the pool, which feels absolutely amazing! I never got the opportunity to be in a pool/bath/shower during my first labour, so I was so pleased to be able to experience it this time around. Things really ramped up in intensity once I got in the pool too, which I was pleased about as I was worried it would slow things down instead. I start using wooden combs in my hands, squeezing them into my palms during each surge, to help alongside the hydrotherapy.

At this point, now that I was not using my Hypnobirthing App anymore near the water, my husband asked if I wanted some relaxing music on, him thinking I’d ask for meditative music. I replied by asking him to put on my ‘Musical Playlist’ so from here on out the living room had a fun background soundtrack of Hamilton, Encanto, Moana, In the Heights, and The Greatest Showman.

My husband and I sing, smile and laugh between surges.

At 7.30pm the midwives have a shift change, and while I am sad to see Mary and Rhea go, I’m over the moon to see Emily (who I had met at my most recent midwife appointment) and Sophie (the absolute angel of a midwife I had seen the day of my consultant appointment) arrive.

By 8pm I’m feeling the surges very intensely, and ask the midwives if they have brought gas and air (they knew my wishes to not ask me if I wanted pain relief until I asked for it myself, and so I hadn’t even seen them bring it inside the house). They set it up for me and I do use it for the next hour. During each surge I’m feeling a lot of pressure, and whilst I’m not pushing, I’m certainly focusing on working with the pressure instead of tensing up against it, relaxing my entire body and envisioning my lower body opening for baby to drop down during each surge.

At 9pm I officially begin the 2nd stage of labour. At the end of one surge my body starts pushing involuntarily, and so after that one, the midwives suggest I may want to put down the gas and air for the next surge and focus on bearing down however feels right for my body: “just go with it”.

During the next surge I do just that, follow my bodies lead, and feel baby descent down the entire birth canal and into the ring of fire. I cannot believe how quickly things progressed here as I was pushing for two hours in my first birth. Whilst in the ring of fire between surges I do take some more puffs of gas and air and I pant to keep calm and try not to tear. The midwives tell me that baby is still in his amniotic sac, and they take some incredible photos and videos for me at this point.

During the next surge baby’s head is born (sweet relief from that ring of fire moment, which was the most intense part of the whole labour and birth) still amazingly in his sac! I reach down and feel his head cushioned in his waters and am blown away! I just keep repeating “this is incredible” and have the biggest smile on my face.

Next surge comes and I birth baby’s body, catching him in the water and pulling him to my chest, accidently breaking his membranes as I do (Emily gently removes the rest of it off his face). He is born at 9.17pm, after just 17 minutes of 2nd stage (4 surges/pushes), and we meet our beautiful boy, Jackson (he is born to ‘How Far I’ll Go’ from Moana – somewhat fittingly as an “en caul”/mermaid birth)

I am in shock at how incredible the whole experience has been, and you can see in the video and photos just how amazed I am.

Jackson’s cord is quite short, so I’m holding him fairly low in the water, and after a short while I decide to move to the sofa to deliver the placenta, however as I stand up, the placenta starts coming away, and so I semi squat and birth the placenta over the pool – just 7 minutes after birth, completely physiologically! (Again, a new experience for me)

We then moved to the sofa in a complete oxytocin bubble where we got our Golden Hour, baby latched during this time, and once the cord was completely white my husband cut it. My husband and I could not stop saying how unbelievable the whole experience had been, we were on such a high! Just such a healing experience, so different from my first birth. The midwives were so happy for us, and were so lovely, saying I’d done so well. Emily said she had only seen one en caul birth before mine, and Sophie said 7 minutes was one of the quickest physiological stage of labour she’d ever seen. The room was such a positive place post birth, boosting the oxytocin even more. I got to see them examine the placenta, whilst it was still attached to Jackson, and my wishes were respected to delay putting a hat on him while I sniffed away at his beautiful baby head scent.

My blood loss was recorded as 405ml, and I did get some 2nd degree tearing which I decided to have sutured, Emily easily did this on my sofa whilst I had some gas and air again.

Midwives were both gone by 11.45pm and we were in our own bed (yet filled with too much excitement to sleep!) at 12.30pm.

I’m honestly so over the moon that we got the birth of our dreams, and still now, weeks down the track, I’m on a high about it.

One comment from my husband that summed up how different it was, when he pointed out “you were smiling during this one, you certainly weren’t smiling during the last birth” – which is so true, I can’t believe I was smiling and laughing with half a baby sticking out of my vagina (see video for that moment!)”

THANK YOU MARNIE for allowing me to share your birth experience. If you would like to read more you can check out Marnie’s blog here.

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I didn’t plan to write about my birth experience, but after going through it, I realised how empowering it was for me as a life experience so I would like to share it with others and have it as a memory. Here it goes… 

My pregnancy journey was coming to an end. On the afternoon of Friday 5th of November 2021, I was 40 weeks + 1 day and I had an appointment with my midwife and she offered me membrane sweep to initiate the labour. I was indecisive whether to get the sweep or not as I wanted the birth of my baby to be as natural as possible with the minimum medical induction, but in the end, I accepted to have it. The sweeping felt a bit uncomfortable, but I could cope with it. It was similar to a cervical smear test. After the unpleasant appointment, Micheál and I went for a walk together and had a drink in the pub. A really nice unexpected date.   

On the following day, Micheál and I enjoyed a long morning in bed, and after breakfast, I started getting small contractions. It seems the membrane sweep may have worked! The contractions were very mild at the beginning but were getting stronger and more frequent as the day went by. We spent the day at home chilling out (painting a mandala and watching the great British bake off) and went for a walk in the afternoon (we went to the shop and decided to buy a microwave, which Micheál had to walk back home!). After dinner, the contractions were coming quite often, but I could still talk during them, however, due to how often they were coming (one each minute or so), we decided to go to the hospital for a check-up. Micheál was quite nervous at that time and was pushing to go to the hospital instead of staying at home. We called Mendip Birth Centre, which was the place I had selected in my birth plan, and were told to come in. 

We arrived at Mendip Birth Centre at 23:45pm and I was offered a check of my cervix, which I accepted. I was 1cm dilated at that point and we were recommended to go back home, so we did.  

At home, we put our pyjamas on and went to bed. As the contractions were getting stronger, I asked Micheál to set up the TENS machine and plug them on my back. They didn’t help much at the beginning as the pain was like a period pain in the front of my uterus. Soon enough the pain moved to the back and the TENS machine started to be useful.  

The contractions came in and out all night. At the beginning lasting a few seconds with breaks in between, and at the end lasting close to a minute and continuous one after the other. I went to bed in every break between contractions, but with each of them, I instinctively had to stand up and move. I had to increase the intensity of the TENS machine as the contractions were getting stronger. Micheál was very supportive all night and reminded me to use the hypnobirthing techniques for breathing. He kept telling me how good I was doing, which really helped.  

At around 06:00am in the morning on Sunday, I wasn’t coping with the contractions anymore and was shouting for an epidural. Even now, two weeks after having given birth, I still remember perfectly the feeling during the peak of a couple of contractions. It felt like a baby was coming out of me, but thinking about it later on, I think this may have been my cervix opening and dilating. We decided it was then time to call Mendip Birth Centre again. Micheál called the hospital and even though they still encouraged us to stay at home because the contractions weren’t regular, we decided to go in as it felt like the right decision for us and our baby. 

At this point in time, I wasn’t getting a break between contractions and I could barely walk. I still wonder how Micheál got me dressed (t-shirt on, blanket around and sleepers – best outfit ever!), put me at the back of the car, drove me to the hospital (I travelled to the hospital on all fours), and took me to the delivery room. The walk from the drop off to the delivery suit was a few steps away, but I had to stop several times to hold the contractions. The midwives waved at us from the window of their office as we approached them. We arrived at Mendip Birth Centre around 07:00am. 

Once in the hospital, a midwife welcomed us and gave us a room. The delivery room was perfect. It had everything I had dreamt of for the birth of my baby: a birthing pool, a double bed and an en-suite. I was very lucky to be in such a wonderful environment with the lights dimmed, Micheál holding my hand, and an experienced midwife, Amy, together with a student midwife, guiding me through labour. After a check-up, I was told I was 7cm dilated and even though I was still asking for an epidural, the midwife offered to try the options available in the room: gas & air and the birthing pool. I agreed to give it a go.  

I found gas & air amazing and helped me to go through the rest of the dilation. I don’t remember much from that time onwards. The few things I remember are: the student midwife massaging my back so gently (she was really good for being on her first day at work!), that I was asked what I wanted to do with the placenta after the birth (I couldn’t answer due to the continuous contractions so Micheál had to answer on my behalf) and that I was told the pool was ready, so I jumped in. The pool was a great relief. It was nice and warm and released the pressure on my back.  

Once in the pool, the contractions were very strong. I remember shouting very loudly when the contractions were picking up. Micheál was very stressed of the pain I was going through but he knew the effort was bearable and the best option at that time (and the only one!) was to continue. 

Before I realised, my baby was coming out. The feeling I will never forget is when the head of my baby was coming down the birth canal with the contraction, but going in again in-between the contractions. This movement was repeated back and forth a few times until the head of my baby finally crowned. My baby was half way into the world! I bet it was weird for Micheál to see that scene. The midwives found it amusing that the baby was blowing kisses at them, whilst still on her way out. 

After one long push, my baby was fully out of me and I was able to hold her with my arms and bring her out of the water, still attached to me by the umbilical cord. This was 10:09am and it was the most beautiful scene I can picture within my whole life: meeting my baby for the very first time and seeing her face. Micheál, myself and our baby: a family of three forever.  

Once I was back from this magical moment, I got out of the water and carried my baby to the bed. There, my baby and I were positioned skin to skin and as soon as she was in contact with my breast, she started latching. How does she know how to breastfeed? She has just been born! This was the most connecting experience with my baby: she was in my arms, still connected to the placenta inside me through the umbilical cord and at the same time latched to my breast.  

The midwife clamped the umbilical cord after it had stopped pulsating and all the blood had passed from the placenta to my baby, then Micheál cut the umbilical cord. 

When my baby was feeding, I could feel more contractions coming for the delivery of the placenta. My placenta came out naturally after a few pushes. Once it was out, I felt a big relief. The labour was over and I could rest with my baby beside me.  

After a few minutes of resting, the midwife checked my vagina for tears. I had a second degree tear, so I needed stitches. Micheál was asked to hold our baby while I was getting the stitches, but he was so tired after such an event that he felt asleep while holding our baby. Once the stitches were done, I had time to rest with Micheál and our baby. I still had enough adrenaline on me to keep me awake, but Micheál and the baby felt asleep on my side.    

My whole body was sore: my throat was dry from the gas & air and the shouting, and my neck and back were tight due to the tension. However, no pain could take away the feeling of happiness I had at that time.   

The midwife told us that we could go home once the baby was checked six hours after the birth. The six hours went by quickly and after making sure our baby had all fingers and toes, we packed our bags and went home, just in time for dinner. What an exhausting and amazing experience that was, which will stay with me for the rest of my life. Now, a new adventure begins: the adventure of parenthood. 

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Ellie has kindly given me permission to share her birth story – thank you!

“Since doing my hypnobirthing course, I felt confident heading into my birth. I even felt quite excited. I finished work and started maternity leave 2 weeks before my official “due date” and had spent the past week washing baby clothes, folding and putting them away (and re-folding and re-putting away – god knows why?!), batch cooking and general tidying and pottering.

I woke up on April 6th 2016 to a message in my NCT WhatsApp chat, that the second baby of the group had been born overnight. My feelings of happiness for my friend were quickly overshadowed by jealousy and intense impatience. When was my baby going to come out? Looking back – this was crazy, I was still a week from my due date! (With the hindsight of both of my birth experience, impatience is definitely one of my signs that something is afoot – baby is having ideas.)

I went about my day as normal, pottering away and cooking the final few meals to put in the freezer. The only thing that I had noticed that day was that my Braxton hicks had completely stopped. I had been having quite a lot of Braxton hicks in the week prior to this day, but I hadn’t felt any all day. This only made me think that things had slowed down and I would be waiting sometime before my baby made their appearance. Little did I know!

That evening we went to meet my friend and her partner for dinner. As soon as I got out of the car, I felt a twinge. I ignored it. A few minutes later I felt another. I ignored that one too. These twinges continued, coming every few minutes and I continued to ignore them and carried on with my dinner and catching up with my friend. I didn’t let on to anyone what I was feeling and carried on chatting away and munching on my Nandos.

About an hour into the meal things felt to have ramped up a bit and the sensations felt more like tightenings now. I also had the distinct feeling that I was going to poo myself. However, whenever I went to the toilet nothing happened. I eventually told Joe what I was feeling and he suggested we go home. But I hadn’t had pudding yet so I wasn’t leaving! We leisurely finished our meal and said goodbye to our pals and drove home.

Once home, I got into bed hoping that I would fall asleep. However, my surges were still coming fairly frequently (between 3 and 4 minutes). They were also getting more intense so I decided to get out of bed and spend some time on my birth ball, bouncing on it and then kneeling on the floor and leaning over it.

It had now been about 4 – 5 hours of experiencing surges which had been fairly frequent from the start. Their duration was getting longer and the intensity continued to gradually increase. I decided I wanted a bath and Joe ran one for me. I found the bath absolutely amazing! The feeling of the warm water was incredibly comforting and I felt completely relaxed with just candles for light and joe stroking my arms when I was experiencing a surge. I started using my breathing techniques with each surge which I also found incredibly soothing.

Sometime later, Joe rang the birth centre to let them know that I was experiencing surges and thought I was in labour. I spoke to the midwife who listened to me breathe through one of my surges. She asked me if I felt I was handling the sensations and I told her that I was. The breathing and the bath were helping me through each surge. So she advised us to stay at home. Fine by me!

I continued to relax in the bath but after some time I started feeling like I wanted to move around so I went back into my bedroom to bounce on my birth ball and listen to my hypnobirthing relaxations. Joe had lit some candles in the bedroom and turned the lights down really low so it felt lovely and calm.

Over the next couple of hours, my surges started to get a bit closer together. I was having one every 3 minutes (almost on the dot) and they were lasting for just under a minute. I started to get a bit worried about getting to the birth centre on time! I remember being told that this is when we should ideally head to the birth centre, so Joe called in again. Again, I spoke to the midwife who asked what the surges felt like. I explained that I was handling them fine with my breathing techniques and going between the bath and my bedroom to bounce on the birth ball. The midwife told me that I would ‘know’ when to come in and to try to stay at home for as long as possible. So I continued to do my thing, relaxing in the bath until I felt the urge to get up and move around.

By about 4.30am, I decided I wanted to go to the birth centre. So Joe called again to say that we intended on coming in and they agreed that this was sensible since we had already called twice before. I got dressed and Joe called my mum to ask her to drive over (she was my second birth partner).

The car journey was peaceful driving through Bristol in the dead of night. We saw a fox cross the road ahead of us just after we set off from home and for some reason, I took this as a positive omen.

We got to the birth centre at 5.50am and we were showed to our gorgeous room. Cossham Birth Centre is incredible. I call it the “baby hotel” because that’s exactly what it feels like. Our room was beautifully spacious with dim lighting, a double bed, a gorgeous pool and an en-suite bathroom. As soon as I got into the room, I had the urge to take my clothes off and walk around, stopping and swaying and leaning on Joe when I felt a surge.

My midwife asked me if she could do a vaginal examination and I politely declined. I asked if I could get into the birth pool and the midwife told me that I couldn’t unless she could examine me to confirm that I was in established labour (grrrr!). I still didn’t want an examination so we filled the pool up a little bit so that it felt like a bath and I continued to breath through my surges.

I kept feeling like I needed to do a poo so I spent some time in the toilet. Whilst I was sat there, I felt the sensations change to an incredible pressure inside bearing down on my bum. This caught me off guard and I called for the midwife who came in to check on me. She asked again to perform an examination and this time I agreed as I really wanted to be in the pool.

She told me that I was 5cm dilated. I remember feeling quite disappointed at this. I had been experiencing sensations for about 11 hours at this point and they felt to be getting really intense. I had hoped I would be further along.

The midwife suggested that I try walking around which could break my waters which she told me could help ease the feeling of pressure I was feeling. She also offered me some paracetamol (even though I had asked in my birth preferences not to be offered any pain relief unless I asked for it – second grrrrr!). Despite this, I took them. Looking back I’m not even sure why, as I had been handling the sensations fine with my breathing alone.

I continued to pace the room leaning on Joe for support until, fairly soon after, my waters went. At this stage everything ramped up very quickly. I felt I needed to stop moving and get settled somewhere. I wanted to be upright so I decided to kneel on the bed leaning over the back of it. I was feeling the urge to push.

My midwife asked to examine me again and, reluctantly, I agreed. She told me I was 10cm and that baby would be here very soon! She also explained that sometimes dilation happens like that – very gradually and then all of a sudden just snaps back like an elastic band.

I got back into my position on the bed (since we wouldn’t have time now to fill the pool up). With each surge, I felt my body instinctively moving the baby down. During this second stage, I could feel my baby’s head moving back and forth. With each surge I felt them move right down but then, the wave would pass and the baby’s head would retreat back inside. I found this incredibly difficult and it was then that I started to feel myself coming out of my relaxed state. I started exclaiming that I couldn’t do it. But with the next surge, my baby’s head was born and on the next, the rest of her followed.

Poppy was born at 7.50am (just 2 hours after arriving at the birth centre) on 7th April 2016 to two delighted parents and an ecstatic grandmother.

It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. My proudest achievement. I was left feeling like Superwoman and like I could do absolutely anything and I genuinely believe that, had you asked me to, in that moment I could have.”

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