Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Introducing our baby boy
Hi family and friends.
We are truly blessed and very proud to announce the birth of our boy, Sebastien Becerra.
Date of Birth: 10th February 2011.
Weight: 8.2 lbs (3.685kg)
Just briefly:
I had light contractions starting very early on 9th February, but they were not strong at all. So I went about my day as normal, eating, walking around, checking facebook with Relle and trying to sleep so that I had some energy if things escalated later. The contractions started getting closer together but by 4pm they were still okay and I was still able to deal with the contraction and then resume what I was doing.
By 5pm, I was getting a bit restless, so I started cleaning, folding babys clothes and finally, scrubbed the bathroom floor, toilets and walls until everything gleamed!
At 7pm, the first real pain started happening and within the hour, they were 10-12 minutes apart.
I texted my wonderful midwife Coleen Van Der Laan and she told me to get in the car, Pronto! and go to River Ridge Birth Centre.
SO off we went, Gui driving, Relle in the front on the phone, Me at the back breathing in and out through the contractions and Maeva reassuring me by my side. She was giving me such encouraging reassurance it was amazing.
"You are gonna be fine, you look after yourself and don't hurt yourself mum, okay!"
Her friend from Uruguay, Lucia and her family came to pick up Maeva because she was to have a sleepover.
10pm and I was now reeling from the contractions.
11pm and I'm in the water (I planned for a waterbirth). This was a great relief for my body as I could stretch and move around and ease the pressure on my limbs and my heaving belly.
Relle and Gui are the formidable tag team, taking turns rubbing my back, shoulders, feeding me gummy bear lollies and water.
They get a bit bored and start swinging from the suspending hammock that women use to relief pain.
At this point I want to wipe the grin off Guis face and kick him out of the room.
By 11:30, I was well dilated and Coleen suggests we break the waters and get this drama over with.
I am in severe pain. I feel like my abdomen is tearing apart (which in a way in is, haha).
When the waters were artificially broken, there was more than waters, there was blood.
This is not good.
This could be a rupture of the placenta or something else.
I am now BEGGING FOR GAS PLEASE. NOW!
The monitor of baby's heart beat is now showing a very erratic heart beat.
'Not good news at all.
Coleen makes the decision after consulting the staff - we must transfer to Waikato Hosp immediately, baby is in a compromising position and I am now crying out "I need help please".
Ambulance arrives within 2 minutes but for me it was an eternity of neverending contractions.
Gas started to take effect and i find reprieve ever so briefly.
In the AMbulance, I suck onto the gas and realise, "There is no FECKING gas in this thing!" and the poor AMbo lady is frantically trying to fix the problem.
I look out in desperation and see Gui and Relle in our car following. Plus the support midwife Bronwyn.
In the midst of all that gas, pain and drama, I see a Burger King sign and wondered "Is there a Burger King on this stretch of road?"
At the Hosptial, we are in a room full of random people, the gas is gone and I am in extreme pain.
Didn't I say that already? sorry.
Now I am aware there are wonderful drugs that will take my problems away. Please.
Coleen orders for the doctor to come and options are discussed.
Suddenly, the thought of them cutting up my stomach is horrific.
I feel the urge to push and with whatever LAST energy in me, I push with all of my heart, strength and whatever.
I call out that I wanted to have this baby NOW and I GIVE IT MY ALL.
The rest is history they say, but I can tell you now, I am booking myself a c-section next time.
We are truly blessed and very proud to announce the birth of our boy, Sebastien Becerra.
Date of Birth: 10th February 2011.
Weight: 8.2 lbs (3.685kg)
Just briefly:
I had light contractions starting very early on 9th February, but they were not strong at all. So I went about my day as normal, eating, walking around, checking facebook with Relle and trying to sleep so that I had some energy if things escalated later. The contractions started getting closer together but by 4pm they were still okay and I was still able to deal with the contraction and then resume what I was doing.
By 5pm, I was getting a bit restless, so I started cleaning, folding babys clothes and finally, scrubbed the bathroom floor, toilets and walls until everything gleamed!
At 7pm, the first real pain started happening and within the hour, they were 10-12 minutes apart.
I texted my wonderful midwife Coleen Van Der Laan and she told me to get in the car, Pronto! and go to River Ridge Birth Centre.
SO off we went, Gui driving, Relle in the front on the phone, Me at the back breathing in and out through the contractions and Maeva reassuring me by my side. She was giving me such encouraging reassurance it was amazing.
"You are gonna be fine, you look after yourself and don't hurt yourself mum, okay!"
Her friend from Uruguay, Lucia and her family came to pick up Maeva because she was to have a sleepover.
10pm and I was now reeling from the contractions.
11pm and I'm in the water (I planned for a waterbirth). This was a great relief for my body as I could stretch and move around and ease the pressure on my limbs and my heaving belly.
Relle and Gui are the formidable tag team, taking turns rubbing my back, shoulders, feeding me gummy bear lollies and water.
They get a bit bored and start swinging from the suspending hammock that women use to relief pain.
At this point I want to wipe the grin off Guis face and kick him out of the room.
By 11:30, I was well dilated and Coleen suggests we break the waters and get this drama over with.
I am in severe pain. I feel like my abdomen is tearing apart (which in a way in is, haha).
When the waters were artificially broken, there was more than waters, there was blood.
This is not good.
This could be a rupture of the placenta or something else.
I am now BEGGING FOR GAS PLEASE. NOW!
The monitor of baby's heart beat is now showing a very erratic heart beat.
'Not good news at all.
Coleen makes the decision after consulting the staff - we must transfer to Waikato Hosp immediately, baby is in a compromising position and I am now crying out "I need help please".
Ambulance arrives within 2 minutes but for me it was an eternity of neverending contractions.
Gas started to take effect and i find reprieve ever so briefly.
In the AMbulance, I suck onto the gas and realise, "There is no FECKING gas in this thing!" and the poor AMbo lady is frantically trying to fix the problem.
I look out in desperation and see Gui and Relle in our car following. Plus the support midwife Bronwyn.
In the midst of all that gas, pain and drama, I see a Burger King sign and wondered "Is there a Burger King on this stretch of road?"
At the Hosptial, we are in a room full of random people, the gas is gone and I am in extreme pain.
Didn't I say that already? sorry.
Now I am aware there are wonderful drugs that will take my problems away. Please.
Coleen orders for the doctor to come and options are discussed.
Suddenly, the thought of them cutting up my stomach is horrific.
I feel the urge to push and with whatever LAST energy in me, I push with all of my heart, strength and whatever.
I call out that I wanted to have this baby NOW and I GIVE IT MY ALL.
The rest is history they say, but I can tell you now, I am booking myself a c-section next time.
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