Every precious baby has their own story about entering this world. This blog is about my journey to becoming a mother to Matilda. I have so much admiration for the healing and therapeutic powers of essential oils, they have been incredible for supporting me through my pregnancy, birth and postpartum recovery. Armed with the right mix of oils to help me emotionally, physically, and mentally, this is my story.
I pushed for quite some time. I could see my doctor preparing forceps. I wondered whether he was feeling impatient, he’d been at the hospital waiting for this baby to come for a couple of hours already. I didn’t feel like I was in the position to negotiate at this point. My husband gave me the final bit of encouragement and I dug deep with my next few contractions. Amanda announced that this baby was coming! With an episiotomy and one final push, our healthy baby girl Matilda Grace was born. Her warm little body placed on mine and the most incredible endorphins consumed my body. My husband and I admired her full head of dark hair and noted she was definitely bigger than her sister born 2 years previously. I careful cleaner her with a towel as she lay on my chest. I admired her 10 perfect toes, her beautiful lips and her tiny hands.
She was perfect.
There really is no way to describe those first heavenly minutes. To hold your baby for the first time is one of the most incredible moments you can have in your life time. To feel the warmth of their tiny naked body. To hold this baby that you grew for 9 months. To have your husband there, the proud new father, admiring his brand new baby girl.
As I rested with my baby, I was suddenly very aware that the doctor had a broken umbilical cord in his hand. I turned to Grant with wide eyes. He told me not to worry about it, but he didn’t know the implications. What was a routine birth had suddenly turned into an emergency, my placenta had been left behind. Grant was quickly handed Matilda and sat in the corner. He took on the role of providing skin to skin contact with her. I looked across at them and was so grateful she could cuddle with her dad.
There was talk of me being sent to another hospital for surgery. The next few minutes were foggy, but another anaesthetist was called in to administer sedatives whilst my doctor manually retrieved my placenta. I quickly found out what was involved in a manual removal, I felt violated, I felt shocked! The rest was wiped clear of my memory thanks to the cocktail of sedatives and drugs that cause amnesia. Everything was a bit hazy after that. I was so glad Grant had a distraction in his new baby girl.
As I came to, or at least when my memory returned, there was calm again. Our baby was returned to my chest and Grant moved in close to support me. I noted that my Doctor was absolutely saturated in perspiration.
Matilda was perfect. She had come out thriving. We gave thanks for our precious new baby girl. A sister for Maisie. I had so much gratitude for the medical intervention I had received, for the skills of the doctor, the anaesthetist and care of my beautiful midwives Amanda and Heidi.
Matilda Grace Croser 09/03/2018 3.3kg . 46cm . 6.26pm