My memories of it are still very vivid. Right from the very first contraction, to screaming at Geoff to call the hospital, to walking down the corridoor to the birthing pool naked from the waist down, to throwing up repeatedly, to screaming so loudly I burst my own eardrum, to holding my little man in my arms.
I remember the whole thing very clearly, largely due to taking gas and air for 1 hour as my only form of pain relief! I didn't have to worry about focussing on the contractions too much when my waters broke, as I was too busy trying not to throw up in the birthing pool. That was my partners fault for feeding me a banana which made me throw up with every contaction thereafter. So whenever I had a contraction, I tried to aim my vomit in the bowl which my partner than had to catch, it was a great game which lasted around 2 hours!!. It was quite a distraction from the whole ordeal!
The process itself isn't so important in the grand scheme of things, it's the end result that matters and the journey you begin together as a family that counts.
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I'm Sel, 27 and Mum to a 16 month old named Oscar.
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