The Birth of Reuben
A day before I turned 37 weeks pregnant I was due into the hospital for a scan, to see if Reuben had turned yet as he was lying breech throughout my whole pregnancy. I’d already prepared an argument in my head about not wanting an ECV (they sounded painful, distressing for Mum and Baby, and not always successful) so I lay on the sonographers bed that afternoon in hope that he’d turned. But of course, he hadn’t! So we went down to the consultant to discuss my options, and that’s where things escalated a lot quicker than I’d expected.
It all feels like a fuzzy haze looking back on Reuben’s arrival, and as much as it was one of the scariest, emotional and most raw things I have ever done, the end result is the most beautiful miracle I have ever experienced in my entire life.
Turns out they wouldn’t even have offered me an ECV as Reuben was already measuring so big, so the chat was I would come back in a few weeks time for a c-section. However while taking the routine blood pressure (which was sky high) and urine sample (that had a high protein count) the discussion flipped completely into ‘you’re not going home tonight, we’re going to deliver your baby tomorrow’ . Despite having no other symptoms apart from swelling, I’d developed pre eclampsia. Pete went home to get mine and baby’s hospital bag which id packed a couple of weeks before, and I was wheeled up to the ward and given some steroid injections to help strengthen Reubens lungs as he was going to be arriving at 37 weeks on the dot. I had a very nervous and sleepless night in my hospital bed that evening, panic texting my family and friends to let them know Reuben would be arriving the next day! The following early afternoon, I was wheeled into theatre to begin the c section. I was so nervous and crying, full of emotions of fear but also relief. My midwife knew how terrified I was, so she stayed with me in theatre and was what I can only describe as an earth angel. All of the staff were amazing in fact, they explained everything that they were doing very clearly and made me feel so safe and comfortable. Despite being covered in tattoos and piercings, I am extremely afraid of needles and any invasive procedures. I even tried to convince the midwife that I didn’t need a catheter, and couldn’t I just pee myself? Safe to say the pain medication was kicking in by then haha. So I practised my breathing techniques (they did come in useful after all) and Pete help my hand and stroked my forehead while the surgeons began.
After 5 minutes of what felt like heavy pressure on my lower half (almost like someone doing the dishes, in your stomach) at 2.48pm, Reuben was born weighing 8lbs 10 oz. At that moment, our lives changed forever. Reuben was taken away quickly to be checked over, as his legs were in quite a tight position from being breech for so long. Pete got to hold him first as I was stitched up, then he came to me for some skin to skin time and we were wheeled back into the recovery suite. Jen arrived at the hospital a few hours later to collect my Placenta for encapsulation, and we stayed in the hospital for 2 more nights before we went home. A brand new family of three. It all feels like a fuzzy haze looking back on Reuben’s arrival, and as much as it was one of the scariest, emotional and most raw things I have ever done, the end result is the most beautiful miracle I have ever experienced in my entire life. Reuben Alexander Duthie, I am honoured to be your Mum, you have made me into the very best version of myself. My heart is full and it’s all thanks to you.