Talitha’s birth story

I woke up with what felt like period pains radiating through me over and over again. I didn’t tell anyone because I’d been getting these all week.

They’d start in the night, sometimes so intense I’d kneel on the floor, lean against the bed and breathe deeply. By morning they were gone again but not without disturbing most of the night’s sleep.

I wasn’t making up for it in the day either, wrongly feeling that I needed to entertain my parents who had me on what seemed like some form of suicide watch. Upon reflection, it was probably just the hugeness, general discomfort and grumpiness at being almost two weeks overdue which made me feel negatively.

It was a Thursday and as the day progressed, the pains got more intense and frequent. I paused while hanging up the laundry. I texted Laurence to let him know but told him not to come home just yet. We’d already had a day earlier in the week when we’d called a midwife. She’d said the baby was very low and it would be soon but wasn’t happening yet. As soon as she’d arrived my pains had gone.

That night we became certain that this was no longer a start and stop labour. The contractions – I was now certain that’s what they were kept building and seemed regular to us. We took Ina May Gaskin at her word and decided to help things along by releasing natural oxytocin the fun way. I’ll let you guess how.

Needless to say, I didn’t really sleep that night. I only caught snatches between the pains.

The next day was induction day. To my relief the pains had not subsided. We really were going to meet our baby girl soon. We decided to ring up the hospital and tell them we’d come in for a check but we wouldn’t stay as something was happening and we were going to have the creature at home.

When we got there the midwife confirmed that I was not yet in established labour. I was disappointed but accepted the stretch and sweep she offered. I think this was my fourth one. It was my easiest. As soon as she began sweeping though, my contractions bumped up to a whole new level of pain.

Yet we had to wait. They didn’t want me to leave without speaking with a consultant because they felt we were potentially taking a risk by having a home birth at 12 days past the due date.



We stupidly hadn’t taken any food with us so there we were in that hospital room, bored, hungry and I was gradually approaching agony. We kept asking when the consultant would see us as time was running on. After observing the way I was breathing through the contractions I was offered paracetamol. I almost laughed. I was planning a drug free birth. If I took paracetamol at this early stage, I had nowhere to go.

Finally the – I think – junior doctor had mercy on us, interrupted something the consultant was doing and got the OK for us to leave. They’d had a look on the screen so knew the creature was still kicking away with enough fluid around her.

As we left, the midwife who held the door open said: “I think you’re going to meet your baby tonight.” We left excited. We laughed in the car that most people rush to hospital from home when they’re having a baby and here we were rushing from the hospital to home!

My parents had filled the birth pool, my father had vacated and my mother had cooked. Of course, by now I felt unable to eat anything. I tried with little success. We moved our comfiest chair into the living room. I sat on it backwards, leaning against its back. Laurence rubbed tiger balm into my back. I drank raspberry leaf tea and sniffed clary sage. I breathed deeply. He and my mother fawned over me. The kittens wandered around our feet and ate my mostly untouched supper.

I discovered that pain made me physical. I am by nature a toucher but often too worried about what others will think to act on my instinct. All inhibition removed by the contractions I asked my mother to let me hug her. It was one of the loveliest things to come out of the labour, to feel my mother’s embrace over and over even as I was about to become a mother myself.

The contractions seemed long and close together (we were checking them on an iPhone app) so we decided to call the midwife.

No sooner did she walk through the door than my body dropped the act. Everything slowed down. My contractions became a whisper of what they had been before.

She suggested that Laurence and I go to bed, cuddle and rest in the darkness and let things hot up again. I dozed on my side between contractions, leaping on to all-fours when one came by instinct, and breathing in and out as I’d learned in the NCT and NHS antenatal classes.

The midwife came upstairs to examine me. Meanwhile our tabby kitten, Bojangles decided to take a snooze on my bump.

She confirmed that things weren’t happening yet and warned me not to get into the birthing pool as it might stop things altogether. She and the other midwife left, fully expecting to return and deliver the creature that night.

We went back to bed. By now I was vocalising my pain even though I’d planned not to. My mother admitted later that it was terrible for her to hear from the other room. I don’t think either of them got that much sleep that night either.

I called the midwife again but we decided that since it wasn’t unbearable yet, she should not come back.

I finally fell asleep. When I woke up I discovered why, my contractions had slowed down and weakened considerably. It was now Saturday morning. Would the creature ever be born?

I received a call from my community midwife. She joked that she’d spoken to the midwife who had been on duty the night before and they thought I must’ve had a free birth (unassisted delivery) in the end. I assured her I hadn’t. She must have heard the sense of humour failure in my voice because she asked me to come in and see her at the hospital, packing my bag just in case.

She examined and observed me and confirmed that I still wasn’t in established labour. I was still only 2cm dilated. She offered for me to go home and she’d break my waters that afternoon or stay in hospital and have my waters broken there – but I’d have to stay for the birth.

I’d run out of everything. There was no food in my system and hardly any sleep to fall back on. I knew I had to stay. I was certain that if I went home I’d just be brought back in an ambulance later. I also was too exhausted to hang on until the afternoon.

She tried to get me into the midwife-led unit but I was thirteen days overdue so had to go to delivery suite. We walked in and I knew that it was the opposite of the home environment we’d planned to welcome the creature into but we smiled and decided to be cheerful about it all. We were going to meet our baby. That’s all that mattered.

My waters were broken and we were sent for a walk to the cafeteria where I finally ate something. The pains became intense again. Yes, something was happening.

When we got back the midwife checked my maternity pad. My heart sank. Green, thick meconium. It was a sign that our baby could be in distress. We had already discussed the next step, induction by syntocinon drip.

After checking again what it would involve we refused constant monitoring of the creature’s heart beat. We felt it could give a false view of what was happening with the baby. Having done the research, we preferred regular, intermittent monitoring.

The midwife would not proceed without constant monitoring. I still wonder what would have happened had we held our ground but what’s the use? In situations like that you make the best decision that you can. We decided to trust the medical team. Looking back, we have chosen to be at peace with this.

She failed twice to get the needle into my vein. It was a bloody mess and one pain distracted from another. Another midwife was called and she got it in. Could I just say – this experience alone makes me hope I’m never induced again?

The effect of the drip was almost immediate. The contractions were as intense but got closer together. In fact they’d keep coming too quickly and then they’d need to slow things down again.

I cracked. I deliberated and deliberated then asked for gas and air. Yes, I was sure. I needed something. I wish I hadn’t.

I don’t know whether it was just the gas and air or the induction or the fact that I was exhausted but the rest of the labour is an eerie blur.

I remember going down the hall with Laurence, my drip attached and wheeled along with us. I think that may have happened before the gas and air. Then I remember later waking up on a commode and trying to work out what it was that everyone else in the room wanted me to do.

I kept blacking out or falling asleep or something between contractions. Then one would come. I would think: “When this is over I’ll ask for an epidural.” Then I would be out again.

When I was conscious I heard fuzzy things said in the room, as if far away. Something about the baby’s heart rate and putting something in her head. Then about a C-section. There was some talk about dilating but I couldn’t make sense of it. I was happy to ignore them all, taking no breaks from the gas and air. I was scared to in case a contraction came and I started sucking it too late.

I reverted into some child-like state, content for Laurence to make all the decisions. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to sleep. I just wanted this blurry nightmare to be over. I forgot why we were all there. I forgot that I was having a baby.

Then suddenly there was clarity. The gas and air had been taken away. I felt like I was doing an enormous poo and something was stinging. “Is it too late to have an epidural?” I asked. As soon as I did, I knew it was. I’ve watched enough One Born Every Minute!

I remembered why I was there: “Am I having the baby?” I asked. “Yes,” the midwife – hang on – a different midwife? – told me. I asked if I could touch her head. She encouraged me to. I reached down and felt a round, hard object with what felt like hair. It jolted me into reality. I was ready to push. Twenty minutes later – oh it felt so much longer – she was out.

Laurence didn’t cut the cord. They were worried about her because of the meconium so she was whisked away, cleaned up and examined. I can’t remember why but they didn’t want me to have a physiological delivery of the placenta. I was too tired to care so agreed to the syntometrine injection.

I was handed the baby. I couldn’t handle holding her yet so I asked Laurence to take his shirt off and he held her. I was stitched up and given the gas and air back.

Even now I don’t feel I can go into the details of that first encounter with my daughter. I didn’t feel any of the right emotions. I felt many wrong ones. I’ve since spoken with enough women who have given birth to know how common this is but I still maintain that it isn’t “normal”.

Though it took us a little longer, she claimed me as her mother. By the morning after another night of no sleep (she was born at 9 and didn’t settle to sleep until 5) I loved her. I laid a hand on the small bundle in the cosleeper in amazement. Each day that love grew and grew.

Today she is one year old. I look at her and know my love for her makes and breaks me. I could not have imagined a love so all-consuming before meeting her: once the creature, now Talitha. A piece of God has grown between us.

Laurence remembers these events with a lot more clarity. I’m working on him to write his own version. Apparently, he went home to get the camera. I don’t quite remember but I’m glad he did because otherwise we wouldn’t have these images he captured of our time in the delivery suite a year ago.


22 Comments

  1. June 11, 2012 / 9:04 am

    Parts of your birth story sound very familiar. I have a very hazy memory of Arlo’s birth, it’s almost like I wasn’t there for all of it. Not sure if it was the gas and air, the overwhelming exhaustion, or the later stages of labour that are responsible for that. There are large chunks of time where I felt I was just drifting in and out of consciousness between contractions – maybe this is what women mean when they talk of withdrawing inside themselves? I wish I could remember it all clearly.

    I also didn’t experience the ‘right’ feelings when he was finally born. I was too tired to register any emotion apart from relief that it was over. I do feel a little cheated out of that rush of love I was told I would get, but the love came later – and what’s more important than an uncomplicated birth and a healthy baby at the end of it?

    Happy birthday to Talitha. The first birthday is such a special one.
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    • Adele Jarrett-Kerr
      June 11, 2012 / 5:27 pm

      “what’s more important than an uncomplicated birth and a healthy baby at the end of it?” Amen to that! Though I do think a mother’s experience is important, you’re right, we had it so good!

  2. Helen (and Bethany)
    June 11, 2012 / 12:30 pm

    A lovely post Adele. It has made me all misty-eyed. Every parent’s journey is different, but all of them are extraordinary and worth hearing. Happy Birthday Talitha!

    • Adele Jarrett-Kerr
      June 11, 2012 / 5:02 pm

      I know what you mean, Helen. I love hearing birth stories.

  3. syreeta
    June 11, 2012 / 4:39 pm

    I’m sat here crying my eyes out I blame the hormones and your beautiful writing. Happy birthday Talitha xx

    • Adele Jarrett-Kerr
      June 11, 2012 / 5:01 pm

      Haha! Thanks, Sy.

  4. Angela W
    June 11, 2012 / 4:40 pm

    :)Happy Birthday Talitha!
    Lovely story Adele, every moment truly unique and to be honest i can’t wait to have my baby now! 🙂

    • Adele Jarrett-Kerr
      June 11, 2012 / 5:01 pm

      I’m so glad you’re looking forward to it, Angela. Good that I haven’t put you off! Hopefully it encourages you that whatever happens with whatever your plans, the baby is worth it.

  5. June 11, 2012 / 8:02 pm

    What an epic birth story Adele! I can’t imagine how exhausted you must have been by the end. But what a gorgeous result. Happy birthday Talitha!
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    • Adele Jarrett-Kerr
      June 11, 2012 / 8:12 pm

      Gorgeous result indeed!

  6. June 11, 2012 / 9:19 pm

    Lovely touching account of Talitha’s birth :0) I too had gas and air but believe you me there was not WAY anyone was getting it out my grip, lol. My labour was pretty straight forward but when he was born I too asked hubby to hold him, I was in too much pain and feeling very sorry for myself, as I had to received stitches the idea of that was harder for me than the entire birth. I took me several days before I kissed and cuddled him but you know what, we are very tight now. I guess that’s how it is sometimes and thankfully they are too young to remember and we have a life time to make it up to them.

    Happy belated birthday to lil Talitha. I hope you all had a great time together.
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  7. June 11, 2012 / 10:21 pm

    Such a shame that you didn’t get the birth you had planned, but you had the beautiful healthy baby girl you dreamed of and that is what is really important. Happy Birthday Talitha x
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  8. Mum2BabyInsomniac
    June 12, 2012 / 7:31 am

    I love that last photo! So amazing. I think it’s only natural to feel the way you did after having a labour that didn’t go to plan. On the plus side I think it’s good to know that with all the good intentions in the world, I guess sometimes labours don’t go to plan and it’s at times like that when I feel really lucky to have the medical intervention that is available these days. I do however really hope that I can have a more natural birth next time. Happy Birthday Talitha and congratulations to you! xx
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  9. June 12, 2012 / 9:15 am

    Happy belated birthday to Talitha! Beautifully written birgh story. I also had meconium with my first labour meaning that I didn’t get quite the labour that I wanted, but my second labour was much better and I was able to have a waterbirth (in hospital, but could have been at home if I had chosen it). Gas and air made me very woozy too, especially after using it for several hours, and combined with the exhaustion it’s no wonder that you only have hazy memories. Thanks for sharing your story!
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  10. Helen
    June 13, 2012 / 7:46 pm

    Your story sounds so familiar, I wasn’t planning a home birth but was set on a water birth but due to not dilating (after 4 days of contractions and having my waters broken i was in the pool for 5 hours and only moved on 1cm) I was put on a drip. I didn’t feel the right emotions when he was born but 4 months down the line I could not love him more! Happy birthday Talitha X x x

  11. June 25, 2012 / 11:07 pm

    I am always interested in birth stories so sought out Talitha’s after our chat on Saturday. What a journey but what an amazing result. Be kind to yourself about those initial emotions. You had been through a lot, you are human.

    In fact on a different but related note, with LMM in the weeks following his birth I discussed with Chris how I felt it was harder to bond with him because of all the crying and this made me feel awful….but as the weeks continue and we get to know each other my love for him blossoms more each day. Sometimes we all just need a moment.
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  12. June 27, 2012 / 5:13 pm

    Hey, I didn’t feel the ‘right’ emotions after my daughter was born either. I was unmedicated, in a pool, in a birthing centre, with a lovely midwife, but it just took me a week or so to properly connect with her. I was shocked by how long and painful the labour had been – much more full-on than my son’s birth. I just thought she looked weird. My partner kept saying how beautiful she was, and I was secretly thinking “no, she isn’t!” Fortunately, I liked the way she smelled, so I just sniffed her for a while and eventually I relaxed and got into it. x k

    • Adele Jarrett-Kerr
      June 27, 2012 / 10:38 pm

      That’s really interesting, Kate. I assumed that the medicalised aspects of the birth made me feel the way I did afterwards but it may not be so. Birth is a hell of a thing. Newborns “do” look weird! Aren’t their hormones in their hair or something that help with bonding? I’m pretty sure I read that somewhere…

  13. March 21, 2013 / 9:19 pm

    I am late to this post but had a very similar birth with my son. Attempted home birth, slow labour for 2 days, 8cm dilated for 5 hrs and then everything slowing down because he wasn’t in the right position to descend – I was blue lighted to hospital and put on the drip – 1 and a half hours later he was born and I was an exhausted wreck after 52 hours of no sleep and constant pain! It took me a long time to come round to my birth experience but I have done – was lovely to read a similar one. You have inspired me to post mine publicly.
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