We just had another double digit birthday in our home this past weekend. Bekah was our fifth baby and third daughter.
We moved out to the country when I was six months pregnant. Thankfully, in spite of the stress, the pregnancy continued very uneventfully. My pregnancy with Bekah’s was probably one of my easiest.
I was hoping she would come a little early simply because I had a wedding to play for at the end of December, and I wanted as much recovery time as possible between the birth and the wedding.
Just like with all of my babies I was having a lot of Braxton-Hicks contractions by the end. I woke up about four in the morning with contractions. I was a little hungry so I thought I would go have some toast and a cup of tea and see if they effected the contractions in any way.
A couple of hours later they were steady at about fifteen to twenty minutes apart and nothing I did changed them. Even though they weren’t close I knew in my heart that they were the real thing.
I called my midwife and eventually called my mom, my friend who was going to drive my mom out and watch the children, and another friend who was coming to support me.
Sometime after eight everyone had arrived, and I was feeling a little nervous. The contractions hadn’t slowed down but neither had they picked up. I’d just asked several people to drive an hour and a half through snow to get to me. I always tend to worry at the beginning of my labours that they’re not for real, and I’ll have to send everyone home.
However, this was just the pattern of Rebekah’s labour. In my memory the feeling from that day is very calm. My husband and I spent a lot of time in our younger children’s bedrooms by ourselves just walking around hoping to get the contractions to become a little stronger.
Finally around mid-afternoon the contractions became closer but not stronger. I knew in my heart that I was getting close but so far there was absolutely no pain with any of my contractions. I couldn’t believe that this was me making jokes and laughing during contractions.
This seemed to go on forever. All I wanted to do was to get on with this and be holding my baby. They had brought the birthing stool upstairs for me, and I sat on it hoping that position would encourage my body to get this baby born.
I expressed my impatience to my midwife who suggested I lay in bed on my side. I really didn’t want to break the rhythm of no-pain contractions, but I wanted to be holding my baby so I agreed.
The first contraction in my bed HURT. I went from being happy mama to crabby mama pretty quickly. After that contraction I told my midwife that I was worried because I hadn’t put a protective sheet on my bed and the water hadn’t broken yet. The midwife barely got a protective pad under me when another contraction hit and the water broke.
After that things happened pretty fast. They’re actually a blur in my memory. All together I don’t think I was on my bed much more than ten minutes before Rebekah was born!
Another girl! I was so happy. Apparently my oldest son cried when they told him he had another sister, but by the time he came up to see her he was happy.
If all births were like Bekah’s, I’d have a baby every year. She was definitely my easiest labour and birth. Recovery went well, and at five weeks old she attended her first wedding. She was very laid back and easy even though I had to play an extra long time due to bad weather delaying the start of the wedding.
Bekah is such a blessing to me. She enjoys sewing and knitting, can clean the house like a pro, loves to entertain her little brothers, and enjoys playing the piano. She’s also very smart. She’s one of those children you occasionally hear about who teach themselves to read. She loves animals. She’s growing into a lovely young lady. I’m looking forward to seeing all that she will become.