We are thrilled to welcome to our family….
Cora Surrey Kate Clevett
8:25am (we think)
8lbs (we think)
Ok I need to preface the story of Cora’s birth with three very important points.
1) Both Amelie and Vivi were planned home births, Vivienne was born a year ago after a 16 hour back to back labour, she was born with her waters surrounding her – they broke as she came out, at the top of my stairs. I went from 7cm to 10cm in the time it took me to walk up 15 stairs.
2) I had been told at 36 weeks that this baby was head down back to back, and that the pressure in my bottom was due to this, not the fact that I ‘needed to push’. I had been through 16 hours of this with Vivi so was expecting a long slow labour again.
3) There is swearing in this post. Its a birth story people so there are some medical terms and some gross parts. Im still putting it on the internet though more for me than anyone else as its nice to have it all written down!
Ok so Tuesday 15th I went to bed pretty sure I was not going to be having a baby any time soon. I had been nesting that day and cleaning like a mad woman, but I had been doing that for days anyway. I woke up at 4am on Wednesday 16th October with a ‘contraction’. It hurt a bit but was mainly a feeling of pressure in my lower back, which again I had been feeling anyway. I brushed it off as nothing. By 5am I was still having these contractions, there was no real regularity to them so I wasnt convinced yet. At 6am I was in a bit of pain but still not contracting regularly.
At 7am Mr Clev made the call to let my Dad and Stepmum that I was in labour and would be going to the hospital.
At this point I was in considerable pain, I just wanted to go to hospital for some pain relief, I still didnt think I would be delivering a baby any time soon. Amelie, Luis and Maxi were awake now so I was just gritting my teeth through the irregular but painful contractions that were still not off the charts painful. My Setpmum walked through our front door at 8am and with that my waters broke. I was on my sofa at this point and all I can say is THANK GOD we are too cheap to invest in proper leather couches and have fake ones instead!! To that point, they arent even good fake leather so we call them ‘pleather’ as in plastic-leather.
I knew once my waters broke that baby was on her way. There was no way I could move. I was in off the wall pain. Mr Clev called the ambulance while I screamed things like ‘holy fuckballs Im going to fucking die’ and the other, even more awkward because my stepmum was comforting me at this point ‘I just want my mum’.
Mr Clev was on the phone to 999 and from my comfortable position on the sofa I heard the following…
“yes I will just check”
“no I cant see it”
He had to check if the head was there. He managed to just peek without having to take off my PJs, I knew for a fact that not only was the baby coming, but she was coming right now. They always say that ‘once a baby decides to be born there is no stopping it’, and I truly believe that. The next thing I heard Mr Clev say was “Oh shit theres the head”. I didnt push at all, my body just contracted and the next second her head was there. Mr Clev had to guide the head out and apply pressure to stop it coming too fast. I am eternally grateful to him for doing this rather gross job as I didnt need any stitches!!! At this point I went into a bit of a panic, I think because there was no one medical there, and also because who actually wants to give birth on their sofa. I tried to get up, then I felt all hot and shaky, Annette (my stepmum) actually had to hold me down at this point. Mr Clev directed me to pant and push with the next contraction and out came our baby, into his waiting arms.
The paramedics arrived about a minute too late and took us off to hospital where the majority of these photos were taken.
Not only did Mr Clev deliver our baby, but he never left her side. He held her in the ambulance, and while I was being seen to at hospital. He is my hero, complete superdad.
She was registered in the hospital as a BBA – Born Before Arrival.
We were very lucky in that we were only in hospital for 6 or so hours and were allowed home on the same day. The children were in the house when Cora was born and the ambulance coming and going was quite traumatic for them, I really wanted to get home and show them their new sister and return to some sort of normality.
So far we have managed only one photo of all of the children together. I cant believe they are mine!! I am blessed beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
I joked the other day on my facebook that having the three girls at home is harder than I anticipated. Its is hard, but rewarding, and honestly I know that once I get into a system I will be fine. A friend joked that if I thought that 3 girls in 3 years was hard now that I should wait until they are 16,17 and 18 – wow! I feel we need a house with lots of bathrooms!!!