Second time mother wishing for an unmedicated vaginal birth

I first called Doula care Ireland when I was 33 weeks pregnant with my second baby. In my mind I was calling Doula Care Ireland because I wanted to have an unmedicated birth. Reflecting back I was so naïve, my Doula gave me so much more!

Ever since my first reading of Ina May Gaskin Guide to Childbirth it was a dream of mine to have the experience of a natural childbirth. I was completely gripped by stories of the labouring woman’s strength and power. What was paramount to these successful birth stories was a holistic support system offered by doulas and midwifes. 

Jen was my Doula, her wealth of knowledge was reassuring and exactly what I was looking for, although I didn’t know it at the time. She was always professional, respectful and compassionate towards me. When an induction was looming she gently steered me (not an easy job) to focus on the big picture of having a healthy safe birth. Jen educated and supported me to focus on the choices I had at every stage of my pregnancy. When I had any concerns during my pregnancy she was a fantastic resource to have access to. I felt her advice was reliable and always safe.  

I was excited when I started to have birthing waves while in hospital waiting for an induction to be arranged. I phoned Jen, her experience became evident again when after a few short questions she timed her arrival at the hospital perfectly much to my husband’s relief. She knew exactly what I needed to help me manage the birthing waves. We’d had a number of phone calls and meetings during the anti natal stage and because of this she was very much in tune with the birthing techniques I had practiced. She guided me to them when I lost focus and when self-doubt started to creep in. 

Jen worked perfectly with the midwifery staff. I feel honoured to have had such an educated skilful team of women guide my baby, safely and calmly into the world. I will be forever grateful for the birth experience me and my baby had. 

I would whole heartily recommend Doula Care Ireland and if I ever need a Doula again I will definitely be calling them before 33 weeks!

With much love and eternal gratitude,

Jane 

From Natural Birth Plan to Emergency Caesarean

From a natural birth plan to planned c-section to emergency c-section:

Like many women I’ve grown up to somewhat fear childbirth. My work as
scientific researcher and my general anxious nature meant I got hold
of all the information around childbirth I could lay my hands on in an
effort to prepare myself for what lay ahead. This led me to hire a
doula to help support us through this journey and facilitate a
low-intervention birth where possible. We also planned the birth at
Our Lady of Lourdes hospital in Drogheda even though we live in
Dublin, because it has one of the only two Midwife-Led Units (MLU) in
Ireland. Also, we live close to the port tunnel, so it's a 40-minute
drive regardless of traffic.

Everything was going great, smooth pregnancy, amazing standard of care
at the MLU and our fantastic doula, Shelley, to guide us through it
all. But as much as we strived for a natural birth, it wasn’t to be.
Our baby was breech at every scan and wouldn’t budge no matter how
many moxibustion sticks we burned and Spinning Babies exercises I did.
I honestly don’t think there’s anything I didn’t try from the
ridiculous (playing music to my crotch) to the even more ridiculous
(doing handstands in my gym pool). The external cephalic version
performed at the hospital at 37 weeks was also unsuccessful. I’m still
glad I know that we tried everything.

When the talk of a c-section was no longer hypothetical and they
scheduled me in for Week 39, it still hit me like a ton of bricks. I
was battling a horrendous chest infection at the time (this was
pre-coronavirus) with several pulled muscles in my chest and I
essentially had to wear adult diapers as each cough made me pee myself
a little. It's safe to say, it wasn't my finest hour and I was feeling
pretty low. On the eve of the second day of ugly crying, Shelley
called over. She was super empathetic and didn't immediately come out
with the "look at the bright side" argument that I just wasn't ready
for yet. Through videos, stories and articles, she was able to show me
that I can still have a calm and beautiful birth. By the end of her
visit, she had managed to help me start accepting this new path of
bringing our baby into the world.

And it's just as well, because just a couple of days later my waters
broke at 9.45 pm on 38+1, one week before the scheduled c-section. I
had been getting ready for bed and Rob was out meeting up with some
friends. Shelley was my next point of call, who reminded me to stay
calm and call the hospital. Rob got back just as I was packing the
remainder of the hospital bag with a towel shoved down my leggings
(how was there still so much water coming out of me?). I figured it
was safer for me to drive to Drogheda than Rob, because we all know
that "a couple of drinks" means more like three or four haha! As luck
would have it, the port tunnel was closed just as I was experiencing
the first contraction. Cue some road rage while detouring through
Drumcondra (were there always this many traffic lights?). Things were
calmer once we hit the M1 and I was able to do some deep breathing
through the contractions.

We arrived in the hospital just before 11 pm. Now that I didn't have
the distraction of driving, it really sunk in that this is it!
Preparations for an emergency c-section were started. It was maybe an
hour of monitoring and answering questions. Shelley arrived in the
meantime and stayed with us until I had to go to theatre. And while I
was being prepped for surgery, she was able to continue to support Rob
(though I'm sure those couple of drinks also helped take the edge
off!).

Nearly all of the surgical team had briefly introduced themselves to
me earlier and it definitely helped that I recognised the various
faces as I walked through the double doors into the bright sterile
room. I could hear the eerie sound of metal from the surgical
equipment being prepared beside me. It was difficult to hold still
during the spinal block while trying to keep fear at bay and breathing
through contractions. At least the surgical table was surprisingly
warm and comfortable. After a few lightning-like sensations down my
legs and up my spine, the spinal block eventually worked and I was
swiftly laid down on my back. I felt a bit like Jesus on the cross
with my arms outstretched and weighed down with monitoring equipment
on both sides. I asked them to hold off until Rob was beside me, but
judging by the metallic smell of iron in the air, the incision was
already made. It is emergency surgery after all. Within a matter of
minutes I could feel the pressure of my baby being laid on my thighs
while they waited for the umbilical cord to stop pulsating. I told Rob
that "you're going to hear the cry now", but it took longer than
expected because our baby was born asleep! When they let us reveal the
gender - a baby girl! - she still had her legs sticking way up in the
air as many breech babies do. Quite funny really. Rob was able to hold
our baby while I was being stitched up, which felt like an eternity,
but was probably only half an hour.

The usual hospital protocol had me go to recovery by myself for an
hour or two, but I was insistent not to miss out on the "golden hour"
with my baby. After a lot of pleading, the wonderful midwives sourced
a room where I could recover with baby on my chest. I was lucky,
because this is not always possible subject to availability of staff
and rooms. While I was being wheeled into recovery, Rob brought our
baby out to meet Shelley and she took some precious first photos for
us. Baby immediately latched when she was placed on my chest in the
recovery room. It was the most amazing feeling in the world! This was
one of my worries with having to go with a c-section, but this
brand-new little creature knew exactly what to do. I was so proud of
her. It was only then that I was able to relax and comprehend that she
was really here and we did it!

The recovery from the section was not easy. I was in hospital for 3
days and it took a few more days at home until I was able to walk
upright. But looking back, I'm really grateful for how everything went
down. Even the fact that our baby got to decide that she was ready.
All of the care we received at Drogheda was excellent and thanks to
Shelley I felt mentally prepared for this birth. If I get to plan for
a VBAC sometime in the future, I really hope it's with Shelley's
support.

Sophia, Rob and baby Lily having her first breastfeed

Second Time Mum's Empowering Birth in The Coombe with Birth Doula Support

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It was Tuesday. I was 40+9 and due for induction on Friday at 40 +12. I had been for my second round of acupuncture the day before and I was super emotional. I had been similarly emotional after acupuncture before, so I was putting it down to that and rolling with it as best I could. I’d been reading up on the GentleBirth FaceBook group about the various stories of induction to try get my head into the right space. We decided to take our 2.5 year old out for a walk in the local fairy forest. I was getting a very gooey doughnut after!! We had a lovely walk (in between my bouts of tears and needing to sit and toddler antics!). There were no doughnuts in the shop after our ramble - nearly broke me!! We got home for nap time and I had a nap too. I was experiencing painful pressure all morning. I’d felt that before so wasn’t concerned.  Bounced on my ball for the afternoon and played with toddler as best I could. Went for another lie down early evening.

"Our little baby was finally with us and I had an amazing birth experience that I could not have even imagined!"

Woke around 7.30 pm and my partner had taken toddler to bed. Realised I was still experiencing the painful pressure and that rest hadn’t changed it. Noticed a wave like motion to it and finally dawned on me that maybe something was happening!! Had some dinner and watched some TV until my partner came downstairs around 9pm. Told him things may or may not be starting but that I’d ring my parents to come up from Tipp to be on the safe side and to get in touch with Debbie our Doulacare Ireland doula. I was very calm, relaxed and a bit excited. I knew it could all stop but was hopeful to meet our baby! We spoke with Debbie and then filled the birth pool that she had lent us. It was heaven. The water took away all sensations between the surges so then I knew things really had started! I rang my Mum again to let her know to come and she was very excited and was already ringing my Dad to come back from his friends to get on the road to us! 

The pool was great. I just melted in it. We started timing the surges. I used wave imagery during each one and told baby I loved them. We watched comedies on Netflix and took things nice and easy. We were speaking and texting with Debbie during this time. Letting her know what was going on. She was on a postpartum shift and was ready to jump to us as soon as we said so! I was happy and comfortable with being at home. There was no rush on us anywhere and things were going well. Got out of the pool as it was getting cold and the surges were noticeably more intense out of water. Tried my Tens machine which I loved on my first labour but couldn’t hack it this time at all. Getting dressed and warmed up took a while with surge breaks. My parents arrived and settled in around midnight. I packed them off to bed. I loved them but didn’t want a crowd around me. 

My partner and I went upstairs to our room. My bed and pillows were a gift. Low lighting and chilled but happy labour playlist was ongoing. I had to pee a lot which was annoying! Surges were really taking shape and we were hitting the 4-1-1 mark. They were quite strong, and I held my partner's hand through them. There was quite a sting in them at the end. Just as I was thinking it was ending, there would be a lash at the end – I was imagining a dragon’s tail swishing! We rang Debbie to come around 1am. I was so comforted by her presence. Our team was assembled! Not long after she arrived we pretty much decided to go the hospital. Things were intense and regular. With it being a second labour, we didn’t want to take any chances. My partner was defrosting the car and getting things organised while Debbie and I chatted, and she held my hand and helped me breath through surges and go in and out to the bathroom.

“We rang Debbie to come around 1am. I was so comforted by her presence.”

Getting down the stairs and down the outside stairs to the car was super hard. Surges were much more frequent with movement. The journey to the Coombe was awful. I couldn’t bear sitting. My GentleBirth tracks were a Godsend during the journey to keep me calm and focused. The Labour Companion track was a perfect accompaniment. I could feel the panic and discomfort ease as I listened, focused and breathed. My poor partner thought we were going to have the baby in the car at the rate the surges were coming! We got to the hospital around 3am. Security got me a wheelchair and brought me in. He was a lovely man and was chatty and funny – I was not interested! I had my eyes closed and tracks playing. I needed my bubble to stay intact and wanted my own quiet space. The Domino midwife Emer assessed me. I was thrilled it was her on duty as we had met at one of my appointments and had really gotten on well and had a great chat. It was lovely that she remembered me. I felt so encouraged and this was another good sign! I was 1-2cm and baby wasn’t fully turned so she wanted me to walk and move to encourage baby to turn. I was offered pain relief but we all felt I was handling it well, so declined.

At this stage surges were quite consuming and intense. The thoughts of moving were awful, I just wanted to lie down between surges - not walk and move! Even though Debbie and I had a dance routine all ready to go and even had a song – Kanye “Stronger” mainly inspired by baby being “late” and the lyrics “you should be honoured by my lateness”! There was no hope of me dancing. Made it to the bathroom next door to the assessment unit and sat backwards on the loo. This was so comfortable. And I felt I could manage better there than in the assessment unit. The privacy and space of the bathroom was better than a curtained bed.

My partner and Debbie did double hip squeezes and I was using my GentleBirth tracks. We moved between assessment room and bathroom. One of them would do squeezes while the other gave me water/held me after a surge. I tried lying down again between them, but it was too uncomfortable to lie down and was hard to get up for a surge then. I had zero energy between surges, they were taking all my energy. Asked to be assessed again after a while as I was feeling a downward pull. It was 4.30 and I was 3-4cm. 

The walk to the delivery suite (which of course was at the very end of all the suites – or so it seemed to me) was tough. Every few steps another surge took over. My partner would hold me up during them as Debbie did hip squeezes. Eventually we made it to the suite. I was very glad to have our own space and not to be in the assessment unit. Headed straight to the bathroom to go backwards on the loo again. Things really took off.

I was louder during surges now. Debbie got the shower going and set up the chair in it. It was fab to have the water on my back. Not long in the shower and I had to use the bar to pull myself to standing as the surges were so intense. The power of the surges drove me to standing. I felt the need to push. Midwife was called. My plug was coming away. Came out of the shower after that and made it a few steps, got my labour dress on again (I had worn it on my first and got a neighbour to put zips in it for skin to skin and breastfeeding access this time). I thought the intensity and pressure would lessen after the plug came away but nope!

“Debbie got the shower going and set up the chair in it. It was fab to have the water on my back. ”

Got helped to my knees just outside the shower and bean bag out under me as I went on all fours. My partner knelt in front of me and held me up as I had nothing left after surges. Debbie was holding a cold compress to my forehead. Emer the midwife was McGyvering on the floor behind me with her doppler. I hit a classic transition where I didn’t know what was going on, what was happening, why it hurt and stung so much, how I couldn’t possibly do this. My partner and Debbie were so encouraging telling me I was amazing, and all was ok, and everything was normal. It really eased the fear that had gripped me. The midwife asked me if I wanted to know what was happening – which I did. I honestly was asking if I was pooing or having a baby! I could feel my whole pelvis shift with the surges and I could only roar my way through them.

Emer told me that my waters were bulging and that was what was causing all the pressure. Once they went I would feel it less intensely. That helped so much to know and understand what was happening. I could relax more now. It soon became clear that baby was coming in the sac – rare but normal as the midwife said. Midwife, Debbie and partner told me to keep doing what I was doing, to follow my body’s lead, to go with the surges. It was properly intense, and the power was unreal. Baby’s head came in the sac. The sac burst, and the rest of baby came. We could hear the baby crying – it sounded like they were underwater! A singing mermaid! The relief and joy were epic.

“Midwife, Debbie and Rob told me to keep doing what I was doing, to follow my body’s lead, to go with the surges. It was properly intense, and the power was unreal. Baby’s head came in the sac. The sac burst, and the rest of baby came. We could hear the baby crying – it sounded like they were underwater! A singing mermaid! The relief and joy were epic.”

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was 5.10am.  Emer got Debbie to get a towel to give baby a quick wipe and she pushed baby up through my legs, so my partner and I could see baby – we had a daughter! It was such a wonderful moment to discover our little one together. The place was quite a mess, so we got to talk and kiss our little one as Emer cleaned up some so that I could safely stand and get to the bed. I got to carry my precious bundle with the cord still attached, to the bed. We had delayed cord clamping, feeding and lots of skin to skin time. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was blissed out! It was a surreal experience!

I needed stitches for second degree tearing. My partner got skin to skin with baby and Debbie held my hand and rubbed my head during the stitching. I was so grateful for her. She kept encouraging the gas and air too – which was great! I was on every kind of high and joy. Tea and toast arrived but I wanted to shower first. Debbie helped me while my partner held baby. Coming out of the shower I felt very woozy, so Debbie held me. I fainted, and midwife came. We had to manoeuvre me to a wheel chair and to the bed. I fainted again going from the chair to the bed. Rob had put baby in the cot to try help me. Once I was on the bed I felt much better and inhaled tea and toast. I should have had them before the shower. My poor partner had an awful fright – I missed all the drama!

We got to chill in the suite for a good while. Debbie held baby while my partner and I had some time together. She then helped my partner sort the bags for the ward and stayed with me while he went to the car and swapped bags around. I was so sad when she left. She had been such an incredible support to us and had been a massive part of our wonderful experience. My partner and I were and are so grateful to her. 

My parents and toddler got to come in and visit us later that afternoon, which was fantastic. Big sister was thrilled with little sister! It was a very precious and squishy moment when the girls met. Debbie had given us great tips about introducing the sisters and they really made a difference.  We had to spend the night on the ward as baby hadn’t done a wet nappy – she finally did at 10pm but it was too late to head home. We did get to go home first thing the next morning.  I could hardly sleep I was so happy and the midwife on the ward commented on how radiant I was!! 

Our little baby was finally with us and I had an amazing birth experience that I could not have even imagined! The doubt and fear I experienced during the 40 minutes in the delivery suite before my little girl arrived was totally wiped away. Awe of women and what we are capable of, replaced it. Gentle Birth was a marvellous tool during pregnancy and labour. Listening to the tracks all along really helped when action came as my body responded to the familiar words. Having a doula was significant for me throughout the pregnancy, labour, delivery and postpartum experience. The continuity of relationship meant she was a brilliant support when the time came. Trust had been established and I knew she had my best interests at heart and was there for me, my partner and baby. Our team brought our precious bundle into this world in the most incredible way. It was a transformative and empowering experience for me that I wish everyone to have.

“Having a doula was significant for me throughout the pregnancy, labour, delivery and postpartum experience. The continuity of relationship meant she was a brilliant support when the time came. Trust had been established and I knew she had my best interests at heart and was there for me, my partner and baby. Our team brought our precious bundle into this world in the most incredible way. It was a transformative and empowering experience for me that I wish everyone to have.”

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