This might sound weird, but I LOVED giving birth! I also loved being pregnant. I’m lucky in that my other half just has to look at me and I conceive! After 4 children though we’re definitely done. He’s had “the snip” to make extra sure 😉
Everything about pregnancy is magical. The first few weeks, when only you and your partner know – it’s the most special secret you keep between you. The first scan, first kicks, your growing bump. I loved it. I never suffered with particularly bad sickness, it was always manageable.
With my first pregnancy I was so lucky to be going through it with two really good friends. Our babies were all due within 4 weeks of each other.
Even though I was so nervous about giving birth the first time I was also very excited! The countdown is on from about week 37 and the anticipation builds. I didn’t find out the sex, which just added to the emotion of it all.
Even though it’s been almost 8 years now since I had my first daughter I still remember that first twinge of labour! I had no idea how much those contractions could hurt! Nothing can prepare you for it. I was so, so scared and wanted all the drugs available! After a long hard labour my little girl was born. She made me a mother and the bond we formed from that day is amazing. It felt so natural. I absolutely loved being her mum and knew very early on that I wanted to give her some siblings. My birth with her was traumatic though and I was worried about the next one…
…fast forward less than 2 years and I was ready to pop again. This time two days overdue, unlike the first which was 4 days early. Again we didn’t find out the sex.
I bought a TENS machine, not really thinking it would do much. Wow! It zapped that pain away so well I ended up giving birth to my second baby girl on the living room floor! It was amazing to be at home, totally relaxed and not needing any intervention at all. I felt really empowered! After the horrendous time I had having my first I never would have thought I’d be able to do it all again, at home, no pain relief! I felt so proud of myself.
Naturally, when expecting my third, I assumed it’d be a breeze like the second! Oh how wrong I was! We knew he was a boy this time, and we knew he was bigger than the others – my bump was huge! Turned out he was almost a whole POUND bigger than my last baby. Too big, in fact! I’m only a small girl, it took me a long time to push his big meat head out (bless him he’s still got a big head now!). The recovery from that birth was rough. It was definitely the worst of the three and it put me off having a fourth baby for sure.
But number 4 did come! And she was a late one. A week overdue and I was sooo fed up and seriously impatient. I was driving to pick my kids up from school when I felt my first tightening! It was mild so I wasn’t too sure it was real. I even sat through a gymnastics performance with my children, with 3-4 stronger, more painful contractions. I knew this was it now. When I got home they all of a sudden came faster and stronger and I knew I wouldn’t make it to hospital, just like with my second baby. We quickly arranged for a babysitter to take the 4 kids upstairs and we called an ambulance. My baby girl’s head was out by the time they arrived! Out she came! What a surreal, yet incredible experience.
It’s amazing how 4 babies can give you such different labours. My second and fourth were definitely similar though and I can honestly say I loved it! Those first precious moments holding your new baby, the first latch, first cuddles with daddy – I feel broody just thinking about it!
Four is enough for me though, I’m very lucky! It’s so nice thinking back to each birth, they’re the best days of my life ❤️