Giving birth, the final stage
I had a midwife on each side of me and the OB at the end. Mr G was at my right-hand side at my head (he told me he definitely did not want to venture down to the other end). I gave it all I had.
I wanted to give up a couple of times and bloody hell did I want Elliott’s damn head out. After a few tries of pushing, I figured out exactly what I needed to do to make progress so I just kept on doing it. I found it hard keeping my knees back and it’s funny, as I write this I think, “I did it lying on my back but I really don’t think I would have felt like doing it any other way.”
Push after push, they finally let me feel his head which was crazy! And when they kept saying it’d only be a few more pushes, I saw the end in sight. Once Elliott’s head was out, it was honestly a sheer relief. Pushing out his body was nothing!
When Elliott made his way into the world, oh what a wonder. It was just amazing, and I was so proud of myself. I felt so powerful.
After a little bit, I felt the needle in my leg to deliver the placenta, but it was nothing compared to what I’d just experienced. I didn’t feel any pain of the four needles which apparently went in my vagina so I could get a couple of stitches. All I could do is gaze at my glorious baby boy and admire our new little family.
Gavin cut the cord and I thought to myself, “Elliott is amazing and so am I!”