• Amy


Updated: Feb 6, 2020

I wanted a water tub to use for pain relief, but there are only 2 at the hospital and one was out of order and the other was being sterilised, {typical..!} so they asked me if I wanted an epidural if they couldn't find me a tub and although I had really wanted an unmedicated birth, I said "yes". My surges were really intense and I thought if I was going to do this for the next few hours {as I thought I was only 3cm) then I was going to need some help to conserve my energy. I was aware there were various midwives and other people around at this point but it's all a bit blurry as I was focused on breathing through my surges. In hindsight I think this was probably what is referred to as the 'transition stage', as I really felt like I couldn't continue for much longer at all without an epidural and everything was just all so overwhelming.

Anyway, suddenly {literally 2 minutes later} I got the urge to push.

Its an instinctive, indescribably natural feeling that totally takes over your whole body. My body was pushing my baby out and I couldn't fight it. Hypnobirthing taught me to listen to my body and that my surges "cannot be stronger than me because they are me". I remember repeating this to myself over and over in my head which really helped me have the confidence that I could do this. I told the midwife I needed to push but she said 'NO!' still believing me to be only 3cm dilated, but she agreed to check and see.

She checked me and Rob said at a later date that he/they could see Rosie's head! I was 10cm, ready to go and Rosie was on her way out! No time for an epidural or any other pain medication now!! A sudden flurry of activity happened and my midwife gowned up and the room came to life with paediatric nurses, midwives, and who knows who else.. I didn't care. My baby was coming and thats all I was focused on!

My midwife suggested I turn over onto all fours (a very natural position and highly encouraged in Italy!) and I did. It was a great position to push in. With my midwife directing me, and Rob encouraging me and holding my water/hand, I pushed 3 times and Rosie's head was born. Followed in the next push by her body.

Rosie Faraday Fetters was born a very healthy 8lbs 2oz at 00:06am on Sunday 24th February 2019 at San Bortolo Hospital in Vicenza, Italy after just 4.5hours of incredible, unmedicated labour.

Rob caught her, told me she was a girl {and so named Rosie}, and cut her umbilical cord after it had stopped pulsing.

It brings tears to my eyes even typing this now, it was the most incredible, empowering, intense, natural, amazing experience. There aren't enough words to properly describe it but I look back on it as the absolute best moment of my life.

Rob was the most perfect birth partner and I couldn't have asked for anything more. He was strong, supportive and rational, advocating for me when I was breathing though surges and knew exactly what I wanted. I trusted him 100% which is so important. He knew when to hold my hand, and also when I didn't want to be touched and needed space to allow my body to do its thing. Rob, I know you'll be reading this, so thank you. I can't wait to have more babies with you and go though that amazing experience all again.

I was stitched up (definitely the worst bit!) with Rosie on my chest and doing skin to skin and she breastfed for the first time. We were then wheeled into what I can only describe as a closet, with a small lamp in the corner, to be monitored for the next 2 hours before heading to the ward. It sounds awful when I say it like that, but those 2 hours, in the middle of the night, in our little closet, were some of the most special hours.

I was on cloud 9, in my newborn baby bubble bliss, our little family. She was here and everything was perfect.

Amy x

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