Some might call me crazy and this statement is largely based on the fact that I have had really lovely experiences each time, but I have to say I LOVE LABOUR!

I would much rather take labour over pregnancy any day, not that I had particularly horrendous pregnancies either, it’s just 9 months is such a long time to wait for your bundle of joy, and well, let’s just say my labours are quick!

Our gorgeous first born Elliott entered the world nearly 11 years ago now via a planned induced labour.

My due date came and went with no sign, not even a Braxton Hick or a show or anything! Each subsequent day after that felt like a week and when 7 days had passed that felt like an extra month. On day 7 I had a stretch and sweep at home and I was told by the Midwife my cervix didn’t look favourable, so a date was booked for my planned induction on day 10. A Saturday night at 10pm.

We spent the afternoon with my Mum & Sister and I was mostly waddling around the house & garden chasing after my 5 year old Nephew in the vein attempt I could still bring on labour naturally. That evening I took full advantage of the time to pamper myself and had a relaxing bath and washed and blow dried my hair. A quick check of the hospital bag, then off we trotted to the hospital. This was it, I was going to meet my baby. I was ridiculously excited and quietly nervous all at the same time, but I told myself not to fear it, lots of women have been through this and I could do it too.

I was assigned a bed on the maternity ward and asked for my notes….. oops I didn’t have them! I’d left them at home in that safe place next to the telephone in case I went into Labour Rob had all the numbers to hand.
Instead of staying put and allowing Rob to go home and collect them, in my panic I decided to go back home with him. By the time I got back to the hospital, had my pessary and was strapped up to the foetal heart monitor my blood pressure had soared and our baby’s heart rate seemed to be quite erratic which was causing a lot of concern.

Lots of back and forth and phone calls to the labour ward followed and I was soon transferred downstairs and put in a labour suite to have my waters broken to get things moving. I was also given an intravenous drip and strapped back up to the foetal heart monitor. The time was probably about 1am now. Poor Rob had envisioned going home and having a good nights sleep before any action and in truth so had I. We never imagined this outcome.

Being strapped up was hard. It was always my plan to be mobile to keep things progressing. But it also provided one of the most annoying and funniest moments Rob & I still talk about to this day. Rob sat on a stool beside me next to the graph print out of my contractions and getting very excited when he saw I was having one. I had my own personal commentator about what I was feeling!
Rob: “Oh, you’ve got a contraction coming now”
Me: “Yes I know I can feel it”
Rob: “It’s going away now”
Me: “Yes I know”
Rob: “This is going to be a big one”
Me: *Pant, pant* “Yes, I know, I can feel it”
This conversation went on for a few hours and I was relieved when he was so tired he fell asleep on the stool. I can still picture him bobbing around. Priceless.

In my mind I was in for the long haul and thought my labour would be hours, even days. You read so many stories of people being in labour for 24 or even 48 hours, especially with their first. So even though my contractions were intense and quite close together when offered gas and air I declined. I thought I’ll save the drugs for later, this is surely going to get worse as time progresses. About 6am my cervix was checked and I was about 3cm dilated. This only confirmed my theory that I had ages to go.

Rob was back to his usual commentary and I needed to go to the toilet. Yay, finally I was allowed to come off the foetal monitor and stretch my legs. Once I was up and mobile things turned up a notch again and I felt like I was going to give birth in the toilet. Once I’d made it back to my labour suite, I sent Rob off to find a Midwife as I had that urge to push. It’s such an intense feeling, there is no denying it. He came back with a Midwife who reminded me that they’d only just checked me 30 minutes ago, that there was a shift change and that I wasn’t due to be checked again until 9am and offered me the gas and air again.

I accepted her statement and took the gas & air, a few puffs later and I found it more annoying than helpful, so I gave up. Rob as I’m sure many partners do, gave it ago, which I can laugh about now, but at the time I think I was annoyed. The contractions and urge to push was overwhelming now and shift change or not I insisted on being checked again.

Much to the Midwife’s surprise and Rob’s I was 10cm dilated and ready to have our baby. I decided to stand for this part (gravity and all that) and lent over the hospital bed, Rob on one side holding my hands and the midwife on a crash mat crouched under me on the other. This part seemed to take forever and I actually think I was pushing for over an hour. In between contractions I could feel baby retracting, it was like taking two steps forward and one back. It was truly exhausting and I remember saying to Rob “I’m parched” I mean what a word to come out with when you’re in labour! He of course obliged and fetched me a drink with a straw before I continued pushing.

When baby started crowning, Rob came around the other side of the bed to look. I listened to everything the Midwife told me, ‘pant, pant’ and ‘only push when you’re having a contraction’, I think this helped immensely when it came to tearing and like Lottie, I didn’t need any stitches.

Rob confirmed the sex to me as we didn’t know what we were having and whilst I was having a little snuggle with our baby boy he cut the umbilical cord. We’d shortlisted two boy names and upon seeing him knew that he was going to be Elliott Lawrence Shaw. Born at 8:50am a healthy 7lbs 13oz, roughly 3 hours hours after established labour had commenced. We were so in love with our beautiful perfect baby boy.

Does anybody else enjoy labour or think they had longer to go? I bet there’s a few funny stories to tell about partners too…..