After a smooth but stressful pregnancy I started to contract after fajar at 37 weeks and 4 days.
The contractions were intense right from the beginning and knew it was labour straight away.
My mother was staying with me so she was keeping my 2 year old occupied at the time.
I spent much of the morning resting and trying to keep my energies relaxed and focused.
The contractions were irrational ranging from 10 mins to 30 mins apart for the best part of the day. I was still sure this was the real thing though.
My husband popped home from his first job at 5pm to see how I was doing, I told him not to go to the evening job as I didn't think he would finish the shift in time for the birth.
I give him a call an hour after he leaves the house to say I think it's time to go to the hospital he replied " ok I will come back home"'at that time I was contracting every 5 mins
I was dressed and waiting, he usually took about 20 mins to return home, an hour had passed and I became very worried so I called him back. "Assalamu alaykum........ Where are you" his reply...... "oh, you want me to come now" after my response alhamdulillah he arrived within 20 mins.
I had a few almighty contractions in the car on the way to Dallah hospital.
When I arrived they checked me and admitted me to the ward.
I was following with a British midwife as I thought she was my best shot at having an all natural delivery.
When they admitted me I gave her a call and she said she would make her way down.
So there I was laying on the bed strapped down with the foetal moniter and the nurse wheels a table in front of the bed, she then uncovered the contents of the table. To my horror there was every kind of scissors you could imagine with other painful looking equipment. I nervously asked "what is that for" she smiled and said "well it's just in case we need it" panic and fear was set in me for the rest of the labour.
My midwife Iman finally arrives and checks me. I was relieved when she said I was 6cm
She knew I wanted a natural calm labour and birth so she asked if I was comfortable and I mentioned that I wanted all of the wires off me.
After 4 hours of stamping the floor and punching bed and repeatedly refusing pain relief from the nurse I was finally ready to start pushing.
I was traumatised from seeing all of the "equipment" from earlier so I kept shouting" please don't cut me".
I tried to deliver on all fours but I was so weak and exhausted I gave up after 30 mins and opted to lay down on my back.
I had one leg hooked on the bed and the other Iman's hip.
I think the fear was hindering my birth.
I could see everyone was exhausted so I closed my eyes and said to myself its time.
I finally surrendered and let go of my fear.
I pushed with every ounce of fight in my body and alhamdulillah finally delivered my super chubby looking baby girl at 12.50 am weighing 7lb 1oz alhamdulillah.