It was a beautiful early summer evening at about 5pm and Tom and I were playing at the park at the end of our street. We were walking around picking up sticks and jumping over stepping stones when I started to get mild contractions. I stayed calm and kept playing until they were around 6 minutes apart and started to walk home. Dave got home and my parents came to pick up Tom at about 7pm and we excitedly said goodbye – it was actually his first ever night away from us.
We rang our midwife Tamara and let her know I was in labour and she said to keep her up to date and she would come over before we felt like it was time to come to the hospital (we were in the Midwife Group Practice this time). I spent the majority of the next few hours in the shower just working through each contraction as they got closer together. At about 10pm when my contractions were about 3 minutes apart, our midwife came over and I was 5cm dilated. She said to leave at around 11pm and meet her there, and that she would have a bath ready to go.
We got to the hospital and it was completely different to Tom’s labour – there was no one there and we went straight up into a birthing suite. The bath was full and the lavender oil was diffusing and it was just a very calm space. I hopped into the bath for some relief. It was beautiful but my contractions started to slow right down to around 6 minutes apart. As much as I wanted to stay in that bath, both Dave and I were too impatient and decided to get in the shower instead.
My contractions increased back up and I just stayed in the shower, breathing through each surge. After an hour or so the pain began to get completely unbearable and I started to feel like I was losing control. It was quite a scary time – the pain had turned into more of a pressure than a contraction – I was crying and feeling absolutely horrible, both physically and mentally, and just completely exhausted. My waters had still not broken and Tamara decided to check how far I was along. At this point I was 9cm dilated and even though she was a bit reluctant, I begged her to break my waters as I knew with Tom it was the last thing to happen before I could push. She ruptured them and before I knew it, it was push time.
So similar to Tom’s birth, 3 big pushes and our beautiful big bear, Oscar Frank Dempsey Menner arrived at 2.18am. He came out crying very loud, making us all aware he had arrived. We were so happy and so exhausted. Dave had been awake for over 26 hours and he collapsed in a heap on the couch. And although we were in complete awe of our new little human, there was a sense of relief that he was finally here. Oscar did not want to leave my arms, so I spent the next few hours just laying there, just the two of us, quietly getting to know each other.
At 7am, not even 5 hours after he arrived, we pretty much got kicked out of the hospital! Even though I physically felt ok, I begged for a night away from my toddler haha.. but alas, it was not meant to be, and by 7.30am we were sitting on our couch with a baby in our arms thinking “what the fuck happened last night?”.
That afternoon our family and some close friends came over and we celebrated on our front porch. It was such a beautiful time and our hearts were completely bursting.