I wanted something different this time, I didn't want to be traumatised and I wanted the best start for my little bean.
My quest for an excellent pregnancy and birth brought Me to the conclusion that I needed child birth education.
I made dua and alhamdulillah I got in contact with a teacher here and took the child birth classes. Before taking the classes I had a hope to be a birth worker in order to help save the dignity of women whilst on their journey to motherhood.
Taking the classes along with other mothers helped to build a network of support, love and strength and strengthened my passion to be a birth-worker.
Alhamdulillah I did the AMANI training workshop when I was 6months pregnant.
Severe PGP made my pregnancy difficult especially having to do the school run with my other 2 children.
My CBE became my very good friend. She invited me over for a girls night but I told her that I needed to go for a wax as I was having consistent contractions throughout the day and I thought I would have a baby soon.
After my hair removal mission I made my way to her house to enjoy some good company and cake. The other ladies made a comment as to how much my tummy had "dropped "
within the time frame of me being there.
One of the ladies looked at me as I tried to smile through a contraction and exclaimed " your going to have a baby tonight!"
Well I left after praying isha salah and headed to Amwaj mall to pace the up and down for a few hours.
The pain intensified and I decided it was time to head home for some rest.
I was having regular painful contractions thought the night occasionally pinching my hubby who was sound asleep.
Jummah morning arrived and I headed back to Amwaj mall to walk for a while longer as soon as there was daylight, after half an hour I settled back at home to labour for a while longer on my ball. Something was hindering my progression as the morning drew on. I realised my labour was stalling because my children were around me. My mind was focused on mothering them rather than focusing on birthing this baby. I called my neighbour and asked if it was ok for them to go over as I had arranged previously.
Alhamdulillah after they left my contractions picked up.
I called Khadijah to let her know what was happening. She realised my contractions were strong but inconsistent and decided to come over.
We giggled and took a walk round my compound. We even got a chance to promote AMANI to another pregnant mamma we saw walking.
Maghreb time came in and we headed back to my house.
Things were really heating up for me but my contractions were still irregular.
We decided it was a good idea to go in and get checked (looking back I wish I didn't)
Upon arrival I was greeted by a rude nurse asking what my problem was. I told her I was in labour and just wanted to be checked. I was 5 1/2cm and the wanted to admit me. I said no because I wanted to walk, And left against their wishes, and walked for another 20 mns. I was squatting as the contractions came on as it helped ease the pain.
I headed back upstairs as It felt like the baby was descending.
Upon arrival I was met with hostility. I was told not to squat through contractions as I would have cord prolapse and my baby would die...... (aoothobillah)
The dr wanted me strapped to the bed, with a moniter, an IV, no eating or drinking, she wanted to also give me an enema.... (someone clearly did not read my birth plan!)
I was disappointed as ii wanted to be relaxed and labour peacefully but instead I was shouting and frantically trying to protect my birth space.
I was educated and alhamdulillah I knew what I wanted and what I didn't want, but unfortunately the Dr felt threatened abs proceeded to ask me " do you think you know everything"
Some compromises were made and I was strapped to the bed with the IV and a monitor.
My labour seemed to halt and they started harassing me telling me I needed more powerful contractions (like I had any control over it)
I just kept making thikr and dua, and I was certain Allah would not let me down.
The nurse checks me and declares that I have only dilated up to 7cm. I was a little devastated but tried to keep my faith.
I turned to Khadijah in tears and told her I could not do it anymore. I was so mad. I felt violated and harassed.
They finally agreed to remove the monitor but I was in too much pain to move at that point.
I keep making dua.
30 mins later in comes a new doctor. She said there was a shift change and she was going to deliver me!
She checked me and I was now fully dilated and ready to go alhamdulillah.
I manage to get on all fours on the bed and begun pushing.
At this time the annoying nurse asks me if I want to lie in the lithotomy position, to which I reply with a very firm NO.
I asked Khadijah to get my husband as they were taking it in shifts to stay with me. She went to get him after my third request (I think she thought she would miss it if she left lool)
So everyone in the room is finally on my side (except the annoying rude nurse)
Alhamdulillah I tuned into the positive energy.
I pushed and felt her descend. She was birthed gently and I was the first person to touch her. I immediately shouted don't clamp or cut and alhamdulillah my wish was listened to.
She made a small noise and immediately fell asleep.
She was born at 2.05am weighing 6.14lb alhamdulillah .