It was one of those incredible moments of reality. I look around for a second to absorb my surrounds as I realise the fullness of what is happening. I see morning dew on the grass and light trickling through the above trees. I see a mother completely flooded with emotion of love, joy and somewhat surprise and a father laughing in shock exclaiming to an audience of passing cars ‘My wife is incredible!! She just gave birth in the car!!’ There was so much emotion and I wish my camera could record sound at the same time. It was magical. To witness raw emotion of love is simply breathtaking and beautiful.
I’ll share it through my eyes, then below is some beautiful words through the mother’s eyes. Grab a cuppa and enjoy. xx
Going back about an hour… Mishi text me to say Corinne was in the early stages of labour and he’ll keep me updated. As it was a text message I thought things mustn’t be too urgent. Another text came through about 30 mins later to say we’ll head into hospital shortly. I immediately rang my mum (on call babysitter) and I was out the door in ten minutes. The plan was to meet them at the hospital as I assumed they would have left by then. I decided to go past their house on the way. I just caught them hopping into their car and I followed them. We had a 30 minute drive ahead of us. Cruising down the highway I was wondering how Corinne was going. I knew this birth wouldn’t be really long as Corinne knew how to keep her body relaxed and efficient to birth as she teaches Hypnobirthing classes.
Suddenly the car pulls off to the side, just outside the apple shop! Immediately I knew what must be happening and adrenaline goes in overdrive as I also see Mishi jump out. Grabbing my camera and running to the passenger door I think I was clicking my button before I even got there. haha. Thankfully I wasn’t 3 seconds later.. The images will tell the rest.
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Now through the eyes of the mother…
As with the previous 14 nights, I woke up numerous times with discomfort in my ribs. Like I had done all of those other nights, I got up, walked around the house and had a bit of a stretch, visited the bathroom checked the time, 2:40am this time, and got back in bed. Half an hour later, the ritual was repeated every half an hour until 3 hrs had passed. It was then that I realized the discomfort waking me was not only the discomfort in my ribs but was accompanied by surges (contractions- for those who have not done HypnoBirthing). At 5:50am I decided that I’d better get up so as not to wake the sleeping 3yr old next to me. I texted my Doula and my birth photographer to let them know I was experiencing surges and it could be the start of labour but I wasn’t totally convinced as I’d had no other signs of labour. I also went to tell my husband the same thing as he was getting ready for work. I decided then to go and jump in the shower and things really
started to move, surges were strong and leaning forward hands resting on bent knees with the hot water flowing over my back felt incredible. My shower comfort was ‘interrupted’ by the cries of our waking 3yr old and I promptly got out of the shower and headed to the bedroom to tell him “Mummy’s going to have our baby today”. This statement was met with absolutely pure excitement, his whole face lit up with the realization that “our baby is coming?!”. I had a surge shortly after my announcement and asked him if he could rub my back, to which he replied, “of course mummy, does it feel better fast or slow?”. This is one of the most beautiful moments of my labour, my 3 yr old rubbing my back through an intense surge and asking what felt better, what an incredible moment it was. I labored for another few surges in the bedroom with my son before practically running to get back in the shower- that hot water felt sensational and comforting on my working body. Each surge was stronger and more intense than the previous and brought me to m
y knees for comfort- on all fours or leaning forward were the most comforting positions for me. My husband had contacted our Doula and birth photographer to let them know things were progressing rather quickly and between getting our son ready to leave for the hospital and packing the car he came to encourage and keep me focused on relaxing my body and letting my uterus and cervix do all the work. I checked my cervix at 7 am and it was only just beginning to open so despite surges being only 4mins apart and 2 mins long, I thought I had more time. Our Doula had told my husband to get me out of the shower since I was not wanting to get out of there, she knew I needed to get to the hospital. Reluctantly I got out, and things really sped up, I could hardly make it from one room to the next without having to stop for a surge. We jumped in the car and I knew it was going to be a challenge for me, I was laboring at home well, but needing to be on all fours; in the car I needed to sit upright without the ability to move. I jumped in, buckled up and off we went… for about 50 metres before going over the first speed bump. This was the only time I voiced anything like a crisis of confidence,” I don’t want to do this in the car, it’s too hard!!” I said as I had my first surge in the car. This was not great, we were on our way to Castlemaine Hospital, a 35min drive from our home and all I wanted to do was move! My husband turned on my relaxation music and I kept my eyes closed during surges, opening them in between. I ended up keeping them closed for most of the trip so I could continue focusing my energy in
ternally and not letting outside happenings distract me. With gentle and encouraging words from my husband and 3 yr old I remained focused and controlled, breathing through each surge and working with my body as it worked for me. Each surge I had I could feel my cervix opening and my uterus pushing my baby down, I visualized the blue satin ribbons and the opening rose as I really could feel my body doing that work. I also got into a great focus and rhythm (finally) between Ravenswood and the Harcourt/ Castlemaine, I completely relaxed, visualizing at that point my surges as waves and using an internal mantra of “in and out (like the waves)”, my surges lulled and I was quiet and calm…. As my husband turned off toward Castlemaine I announced I felt the urge to bear down and told my husband he needed to pull over. He told me he didn’t want to because he thought we could make it to the hospital, I responded with something like “I don’t think we can make it you need to pull over, (POP) my waters just released and I can feel the head”, I reached down and felt a warm little head, I was excited and surprised at the same time. My husband then pulled over and quickly jumped out of the car, he came to the passenger side and opened my door as I lifted my bottom off the seat and only just had enough time to pull my pants down to my mid thigh before the baby’s head completely emerged with a gush of warm amniotic fluid. The next surge and her body came out into her daddy’s hands and I immediately reached down to pick her up and bring her to my chest. I was completely overwhelmed with love and joy and astonishment at how little notice she had given me that she was coming out right then! 3 surges and she was out, yes 3! Charlie was in the backseat making comments about what he could hear and was so excited when my husband went to get him out to meet his baby sister. I heard a voice ask if everythi
ng was alright, and thinking my husband had flagged someone down I looked up to see that it was actually Bree, who had followed us from home unbeknownst to me, and had captured everything from the moment my husband had opened the car door! I was completely elated that she had captured that wonderous moment, a moment that still sounds fictional everytime I say it outloud. Everytime I share my perfect little girl’s birth story, there are faces filled with concern or amazement at the drama that unfolded. To me, and my family, there was no drama, only beauty. She came when she was ready, we couldn’t plan that, and we did what we needed to do, we were calm and collected and at no time were any of us worried or concerned for the safety of our baby or myself. Everything was perfect. So perfect that everything I had focused on- time of day, length of labour, where Charlie would be, what she would look like, everything was exactly as I had prayed and focused on… except birthing in the car! I had been so focused on what I was doing that I hadn’t realized we’d pulled over across from the little red apple shop; that to me was what made the whole experience even more perfect. Our daughter, Matilda May was born across the road from the Little Red Apple shop in our car, she is named after my Nan who was married to an apple orchardist, an apple orchardist whom my son was named after. It felt like she was born there with them watching over us, and it meant the world to me. Everything after that is a blur of time, but the paramedics came to check me and escort us to the hospital where we met with our Doula and my doctor, both of which I was very happy to see. Matilda’s cord and placenta remained connected for 2.5 hours before we separated them and both of us were totally fine so we came home only 6 hours later. Since then we have fallen even more in love with our two children and it seems a life time
ago that I had a big pregnant belly. Someone asked me the other day if I would describe Matilda’s labour as painful and at the time I said yes because it was so much more intense than my first labour… I’ve thought about it a lot since then and I have to say no, it wasn’t painful, it was work, my body was working and it felt like that burning you get when you do a long squat at the gym with weights, intense and hard but mostly it was just my body working and doing the job it was designed to do. ~ Corinne.
If you’d like to know more about hypnobirthing classes visit Corinne’s page (obviously she’ll be having a little break at the moment though. : ) https://www.facebook.com/IntuitiveBirthing