The story of how I gave birth to our son. It was early Thursday at 2 am when I woke up and could not sleep. I had my usual pregnancy discomforts, and my body felt perfectly okay. On this day, I did not bother going downstairs to study or do other things as I usually do when I wake early. Instead, I chose to stay in bed, as I knew I would spend the entire day writing a 24-hour essay.
Before Axel left to work at 6 am, I told him that I was experiencing mensuration like cramps, but it did not cause so much alarm. I wanted to take a nap since I planned to wake up at 8 am and prepare myself to write the essay. The cramps kept annoying me and thirty minutes after Axel drove to work, I decided to wake up. For some reasons, I packed my hospital bag, took a shower and even put a small amount of makeup. I did all this to keep myself busy and forget the annoying cramps that were now spreading around my lower back.
At 7:30 am, I had a quick toilet visit, which was part of my routine as I started to pee quite often during the third trimester. I noticed that I lost my mucus plug. My first reaction was “sh*t I am giving birth now.” I called Axel and told him what happened and promised him to call the delivery ward to ensure that things were ok. The midwife on the phone said to me that labor doesn’t necessarily have to begin right away after losing the mucus plug. It can take hours, a day or even more days. While still on the phone, my water broke at 8 am. She advised me to drive to the hospital as soon as possible. Axel rushed back home from work and off we drove to the hospital.
I was admitted immediately as our little guy had pooed before my water broke. They had to keep an eye on his heart rate and ensure that he did not get an infection. During labor, I got a fever and was on antibiotics for hours. Suddenly, his heart rate fell, and the room was full of doctors. One of them took a blood test from his head. They had to find out if he had enough energy to survive a vaginal birth or if they had to schedule me for a cesarian. And luckily, he could.
It was at 7 pm when I started to have an overwhelming urge to push. My vagina felt as if it was burning, as the head was now on its way out. At this point, my screams were getting louder. I was beyond exhausted and also starting to have zero faith in myself. I felt like I was unable to push due to pain. And, instead of pushing like I was having a bowel moment, I strained my upper body and ended up with blood shots on both my eyes. After pushing for what felt like the longest time of my life, Leo Bastholm was born at 20:45. I still remember how shocked I was, when I first saw him. I was in denial that he was finally here with us. Due to the fever I had, we got hospitalized for a few days.
Leo is now one month old today. Axel and my mom are helpful, and I can get small breaks from breastfeeding, as it takes longer to breastfeed him. I also go for short walks on my own or take long baths when necessary. The biggest challenge so far for me, is trying to be a mom, be there for my husband, write semester project and avoid growing grey hair and wrinkles. There is so much to learn and get used to as a first-time mom. But, we are taking one day at a time.
Thank you for reading! Talk soon, again.
Pictures takes by Axel on his phone