Before i get into my labor, let me set the scene for where we were living at the time. When i was pregnant with my son, we lived on a very small island called Sark, located in the Channel Islands. There are no cars. People get around on bikes, horse and carriages, dirt roads, and only tractors. It is the island of the “Dark sky’s” the view of the stars are spectacular! There is only one way off the island which is by a 1 hour boat ride to the neighboring island of Guernsey. Guernsey does have cars, an airport and thankfully a hospital and is much larger then Sark! So the plan when i would go into labor is i need to call the doctor – there is only 1 on Sark. He would arrive on his push bike with his doctors bag in hand he would then need to call the Sark Ambulance, which is a tractor with a trailer attached. You take the ambulance down to the harbor where there is an emergency life boat waiting for you where it takes you to Guernsey where there is an ambulance (a real one) waiting to take you to hospital. So as you can see its a big adventure just getting to hospital! Not surprising there have been many who have not made the journey, had there babies at home, at the harbor, or even on the boat. I was lucky and made the journey. Ok so now onto my actual labor!
On an early June Morning 2.40am to be exact, i woke up startled sat upright in bed in a puddle of fluid. Oh Shit – Its Time! I wasn’t panicked, i was oddly calm. I went into the bathroom to check it was my waters broken, indeed it was. I went back into the bedroom to get myself some new underwear, my partner woke and this is the conversation that took place.
Partner: Are you ok? Me: yes, my waters have broken Partner: oh, are you in any pain? Me: No Partner: oh ok, can i go back to sleep? me: sure, i cant go back to sleep so i’m going to have a bath. Ill wake you a bit later.
So i went down stairs and messaged my family back in Australia to let them know. I sat talking to them and another friend on Facebook (who had only given birth a few weeks earlier) for over an hour before going for a bath, just before 6am i decided it was time to call the doctor, still in barely any pain just very mild period pain. I called the doctor who came out and organised the ambulance and boat etc, he asked where my partner was and i told him still asleep….he laughed and said i think its time you woke him up. So i went in told my partner the doctor was here and its time to get up. He was pacing around, chain smoking and drinking coffee in a state of shock or panic, possibly both, which is why i didn’t wake him earlier! So you already know the procedure of how i get to Guernsey. Once at the hospital i’m still not in much pain the midwife does her thing and see’s i’m already 8cm dilated and surprised i’m not in more pain. It wasn’t long after that things kicked of big time and it all started. For you mummy’s out there you know how it goes so ill spare the details. I wasn’t given an epidural option so gas and air only and at 4.20pm i delivered a healthy baby boy. I’m so lucky it was a straight forward delivery, no complications.
The first time it really hit me i was a mum was when i was left in the room with just me and my new baby all alone.My partner had gone home for the night, the nurses left me alone, and i looked at this tiny bundle and said “oh shit, your mine!” It was like hitting a brick wall suddenly it all became very real. I couldn’t believe he was here and the big event i had waited 9 months for had been and gone. very surreal feeling.
I hope you enjoyed reading The tale of my labor story. I would love to hear about your labor stories, and please share your comments with me.
xx life in a mum shell xx