A home birth for a first time mum with Holles Street community midwives

When I went to see my GP to confirm my pregnancy at 5 weeks, she went through all my maternity options with me and fair play to her even mentioned I could have a homebirth if I wanted.  She wouldn’t recommend it, but it was available if I fancied it.  Oh God no, I said, not for me. I was actually already booked into the Domino Scheme in the National Maternity Hospital.  Once I got the thumbs up from the pregnancy test, I was on the phone.  You have to move quick in this town for community midwife-led care!

But half way through my pregnancy I was in deep with my Gentlebirth programme, my prenatal yoga and had hungrily devoured Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth.  I wondered if I was going to labour at home for as long as possible to avoid any unnecessary interventions and then get discharged from the hospital as quick as possible as was the Domino ethos, why didn’t I just cut out the middle part of the delivery in the hospital and stay at home?  I discussed it with my husband, he took a few days to mull it over – because really, he needed to be fully on board – and then decided it was a great idea.  So we moved from the Domino Scheme to the Homebirth Programme.  It was the same community midwives, just all care was in our house now.

I couldn’t put my finger on the sensation but as I had nearly convinced myself that something was happening every night since my due date passed, I didn’t pay it too much attention.

Fast forward a few months…I was eight days overdue and starting to get a little anxious as I was very conscious that once I reached the 14 days over mark, then my homebirth would be off the cards without negotiation as per hospital policy.  It was a really warm day and I was looking forward to going to what would hopefully be my last prenatal aqua-aerobics class that evening.

During the class I started to feel “different”. I couldn’t put my finger on the sensation but as I had nearly convinced myself that something was happening every night since my due date passed, I didn’t pay it too much attention.  I also didn’t mention anything to my husband when I went to bed that night but when I woke at 2am with what felt like period pain, I rolled over and told him that maybe he should turn on the water for the birth pool just in case.  I then promptly fell asleep and slept through my surges until 10am the next day!

That morning I had sensations of mild period pain – I’ve definitely definitely had worse period pain – from when I got up until around lunchtime.  I did some dishes and caught up on some emails.  Although the surges were comfortable they were coming consistently every 3-4 minutes and after a few hours, I decided to check in with the community midwives.  One of the team was with us within the hour and when she examined me she said that I was definitely in labour but maybe I should go for a walk or a swim, eat something and try and get some rest because we could be here for quite a while.  She also said I’d know when to call her back and that she was confident that we’d be having this baby at home!

Very excited but hungry, I ate some lunch and went to take a nap while my husband popped down to the shops to pick up a few groceries and some magazines (which I never got to read).  I wasn’t ten minutes into my nap when the surges suddenly increased in intensity and lying on my side wasn’t doing anything for me anymore.  My husband arrived back just then and helped me back downstairs but by the time I got to end of the stairs, I couldn’t speak during my surges and needed to stop and lean heavily on him.  They were still coming 3-4 minutes apart.  It was time to get the midwife back and fill the pool!

My body only wanted to be standing and upright all the time.  It was really comfortable to just stand, walk and sway during the surges.

We have an island in our kitchen and it proved to be invaluable as I walked around it and held on to it during each surge while my husband filled the pool.  I tried sitting backwards on a chair – a position we had practiced at our active birth class – but I jumped up immediately once a surge began. My body only wanted to be standing and upright all the time.  It was really comfortable to just stand, walk and sway during the surges. When the midwife arrived, she examined me and told me I was about 6 centimetres and helped me into the pool.  Oh the bliss! I spent the next couple of hours kneeling forward in the pool, with the midwife pouring warm water on my lower back during each surge and my husband pressing his forehead against mine as he breathed me through each one.

It was at this stage that I felt the baby moving downwards.  I initially thought that I needed to poo and I remember thinking “well if I could just get this poo out of the way, then I could get on with the business of having this baby” because I thought I hadn’t been in labour long enough for it to be the baby causing this sensation. Each surge was exactly four long breathes with a huge inhale in at the start – like I was about to dive underwater – followed by really deep, concentrated exhales. At the same time, my voice was drawing a totally involuntary sound from deep down inside my body.  It was a little frightening the first time it happened but the midwife reassured me and encouraged me to just go with it. Once I did, it really helped to move the baby down and I got into a lovely rhythm that helped me concentrate and channel my energy.  It really didn’t feel like very long until the midwife told me she could see the top of the baby’s head and it was time to get out of the pool to push.

With one push, his head was out and the midwife promised me that with one more push he would be here.  That was all I needed to hear! One big inhale and a big push later, my beautiful baby boy arrived on our kitchen floor!

She had set up a lovely area beside the pool with blankets, cushions and my birthing ball.  I knelt down on the cushions and leaned into the ball with my elbows. The midwife told me that if I reached down I could feel the top of the baby’s head.  With one push, his head was out and the midwife promised me that with one more push he would be here.  That was all I needed to hear! One big inhale and a big push later, my beautiful baby boy arrived on our kitchen floor!  The midwife passed him straight up between my legs and into my arms.  I sat down on my heels and held him to my chest while my husband and I showered him with kisses. The midwife wrapped us with towels to keep the baby warm.  While we were staring at each other, the placenta literally just fell out!  Because my labour progressed so quickly – it was just under four hours between the start of active labour and delivery – my second midwife arrived just as the baby did.  She took lots of beautiful photographs for us which we have to treasure.  After a few minutes the midwives helped me up, still holding the baby in my arms, and brought me into the living room where the two of us cosied up with my husband on the couch under a warm blanket.  They left our little family together to enjoy these special moments and the baby latched on straight away and began feeding.  It was really wonderful.

Then we got down to business again!  My husband took his shirt off and held the baby against his skin under the blanket, while the midwives examined me – no tear or stitches just a tiny graze – and brought me up to my shower for a lovely wash and a change into a new night dress.  Then we weighed the baby who was 8lbs on the button.  One of the midwives stayed with us for a couple of hours and suddenly we were on our own – just the three of us. My husband made us some well deserved dinner, we talked to our families and texted our friends to tell them the great news and we all headed to bed.  It was really lovely to be in our own bed cuddled up together…

In the days after my son was born even though I was exhausted, I was on a complete high.  I felt like superwoman and that I could do anything. In some ways, I still feel that high.  His birth was easily the most incredible, intense experience of my life and it changed me forever.

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2 thoughts on “A home birth for a first time mum with Holles Street community midwives

  1. What a lovely birth! I’m expecting my first baby and planning a homebirth with the Waterford Domino midwives. My partner is on board for having the baby at home and your birth story is very reassuring and encouraging for us! Thanks!

    • Thanks Germaine! The very best of luck – it’s such an exciting time. We’d love to hear how it all goes if you’re of a mind to share after your new arrival comes x

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