Birth of Mylo
"Little did I know that experiencing labour and giving birth at home with a homeopathic remedy kit, two paracetemol, my partner, doula and my inspirational midwife would be the most fulfilling experience of my life.
Through my preparation for birth with Mandy, the explanations of the stages of labour and how our bodies respond to the hormones released in those different stages were confirmed. My body was doing what it knew to do, what it was designed to do and my mind was to surrender to it’s innate ability
‘Why don’t you try out the pool?’ Mandy suggested….so I did!
I read and re read my affirmations…I repeated ‘trust…I trust my body…I trust my baby…I trust myself and everything is perfect’ I repeated it again and again. I held Petie tightly, and then Mandy when Petie needed a break, before I managed to let go and thrust myself up on the hanging bar we had erected from the ceiling beam. The rhythmical lifting , hanging and releasing became another valuable technique. I needed the loo, I desperately wanted to go but I was told it was my baby! Surely not – the pressure on my bowels was immense! I began having overwhelming feelings of needing to push for my baby to move through my cervix and into the canal that would see him into this world. I knew I had to try and breathe. I had to surrender. At this point I began to release a primal groan, short but powerful sounds that allowed me to pace his journey. An hour felt like a minute. A minute an hour. Petie told me to look at my tummy – it was going down…I was nearly there! It turned out I didn’t need the loo – it was my baby! As the last push came I lifted myself, it felt like I was arching to the sky, legs wide, I pushed and when I knew his head was about to surface I breathed the birthing breath. His head popped out. He twisted his shoulders, and he came into my arms. Sound disappeared. His slippery skin against mine. It was a boy! Moonbear (our dog) cantered into greet our little one with an enthusiastic wag and a gaze over the side of the pool. After a little time the cord was cut, he was given to his father and I decided I didn’t want to go through anymore contractions during the third stage of labour – I’ve just been through hours of them! I had decided I would have an injection to deliver the placenta if it had not arrived after 20 minutes. I tried to get out of the water, out of the pool. The placenta decided to make a rapid exit in the process and the attempted capture was just a second too late as it fell heavily on the floor. I couldn’t look – I am rather squeamish – apparently it was vibrant, glowing against the blue waterproof sheet it had fallen on.
I collapsed on the sofa and our baby (without a name at this point – he has since been blessed Mylo Tristram Moonbeam) was placed on my chest. Our baby was here and it was time to meet him properly and snuggle him proper!
I know with all my heart we wouldn’t have had such a magical experience and Mylo would not have entered this world in as peaceful and loving way as he did if it had not been for the support, guidance and inspiration of Mandy, our midwife…who banned the word p*** from our vocabulary and replaced it with intensity!
Thank you so much for everything."