As my belly grows, November looms closer, I keep reading the news and I've been thinking about this issue a lot.
When I was pregnant with Millie, Mr S and I planned a Birth Centre no intervention labour and delivery. We had no indication that this would be a problem. I had a textbook pregnancy and I was fit and healthy the whole time, aside from a genetic dose of gestational thrombocydopaenia, which basically means that my platelet count runs a little low. After a lot of discussion with my medical professionals I finally found out that this meant that the hospital wanted a low intervention birth for me too - less intervention, less bleeding problems. Awesome! High Five! We're on the same page!
|Around about my due date. Quite clearly still very pregnant.|
As a lot of first pregnancies do, my due date came and I not-so-merrily waved it goodbye as I sat on the couch feeling like the size of a house. Eventually, it was time. I think the threat of induction, or my mother's whispering sent me in to some sort of labour.
|The night I went into labour. My mother is actually whispering|
'GET OUT! BABY! GET OUT!'