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Following a very long and arduous labour with my first child, a daughter Ella, I remembered making a mental note that this had been the first and last time I would do this. Yet, there I was, less than two years later

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Assignment 1 October 2002 Jane Pilling Following a very long and arduous labour with my first child, a daughter Ella, I remembered making a mental note that this had been the first and last time I would do this. Yet, there I was, less than two years later at the onset of another labour with my second child. Feeling frightened was an understatement. The pain and difficulties I had experienced in the final stages with Ella had haunted me. You know, people try to convince you that you will forget the pain afterwards. I never did. I remembered everything. That morning had started like most, feeling very tired I wearily dragged myself from my bed. Ella had been tearing around for the last half an hour, repeatedly requesting her morning milk. "Milk Mummy please", I must have heard her request at least a dozen times within the last ten minutes. "Yes sweetie, in just a moment" was my consistent reply through a forced smile. I must admit I wasn't the most enthusiastic mother that morning. I had been awake most of the night, my heavy load was aching and the heat I felt and radiated could have defrosted the Antarctic. In addition I had tossed and turned trying to find the best position to comfort the whole of my expanding body, my husband Mark could have been forgiven for thinking I had ants in my pants! ...read more.


Bewildered is a word I'd previously used to describe how I felt when having Ella. While in pain you feel no self-control. Simple things like rinsing my hair and climbing from the bath were to complex for me. You need someone to tell you what to do. I shouted for Mark to help me - he didn't arrive. I screamed for Mark to help me - this time he arrived and armed with the telephone, he knew from the noise things had heated up. After assisting me he telephoned Pam. "We're just in the middle of tea, I'll get Jayde to bed and be over in half an hour" she told Mark who repeated this to me. "No, tell her to come NOW!" I'd insisted. "She's on her way" he replied, looking relieved that he didn't have to deal with me on his own for much longer. I also felt a little calmer I needed Pam to finish my packing, I couldn't have done anything in this intense pain. The calm didn't last, the pains were excruciating I couldn't even stand during them. I'd had a twenty-hour gradual build up with Ella; these were coming thick and fast and again I'll use the word bewildered to describe how I was feeling. Thankfully Pam arrived and swiftly finished my packing, she then took Ella into the lounge to distract her from disturbance going on upstairs. ...read more.


"Now feel your baby" said Eileen as she directed my hand to this gooey thing between my legs. "Now give me one last push" was her final instruction. As I did this, I used my hands to ease the baby from inside me onto my stomach and into my arms. I felt no pain as I did this; it was an amazing feeling. A memory I will forever carry with me. Mark and I marvelled over our baby; its face just melted my heart. "Another girl" I announced, she looked so like Ella. Then together we noticed the extra bits and both laughed and announced "It's a boy". We were overjoyed. We had one of each. I remember feeling so lucky. As our baby was being weighed and dressed, Mark and I talked about names. We finally agreed on the name Daniel James. We then talked through the whole experience and how this time things had happened so quickly. In less than two hours from me entering the bath at home Daniel had arrived in exam room one, weighing seven pound five ounces. He looked gorgeous. He'd been washed and dressed in his white outfit bought for his new arrival. The flash from Mark's camera then took over. Later tucked up in bed on the maternity ward with my little boy happily feeding from my breast, I smiled to myself happy with the thoughts of my family. I also made a mental note that this would be the last time I would do this. ...read more.

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