The Last Days of the Baby Disco

Content warning: This post is about childbirth and no, that doesn’t involve any storks.

Oreo was due on the 20th of January. That came and went with no sign of anything happening and lots of advice on how to make things happen.

With all the nursery long set up, I was starting to feel like Miss Havisham with a bump.

So when I was eating my Sunday lunch and felt a small twinge, I didn’t think too much of it. Me and Mr Outlines went for a walk as the contractions gradually became more regular.  By about 8pm, they were powerful enough to have me bent over. I rang the birth centre* and the midwife told me “You sound very calm”.

“I’m not when I’m having them, I replied”.  She told me to take some paracetamol and have a warm bath. This is when we discovered we didn’t actually have any paracetamol in the house (cue Mr Outlines going on a mad dash). Sat in the bath, I felt like a whale in spasm. The warm water did not help me at all and I didn’t like not being able to move freely through each contraction.

My parents arrived and we decided it was time to got to the hospital. On the way through contractions, I was thinking of everyone I wanted to make dua for, and made du’a for them.

Bent double, I was introduced to my midwife and shown the softly lit private room where I would be giving birth. Between contractions, I said good bye to my Dad, then got changed into my nightie. The midwife examined me,  I was 4cm dilated, so thankfully something was happening, but she felt it was too early for any stronger pain relief. So I persevered and was asked if music would distract me. I said yes, tuned in the radio and a Queen song was playing. Me, my Mum and  the midwife  all agreed what a wonderful band Queen were, much to the bemusement of Mr Outlines, who still doesn’t believe me when I tell him they are one of Britain’s best selling bands.

I would like to say that I remained calm and composed throughout, but I didn’t. I screamed and shouted, although to my Mum’s great approval, I only swore once.

Gas and air time and I was puffing and blowing on it so hard, I felt like a demented saxophonist. The midwife offered me an aromatherapy massage, but it lasted about two minutes before I screamed at her to stop, because I couldn’t bear for anyone to touch me.

“When do I get to the pushing part?” I screamed.

“Soon,  dear”,  said my Mum, which as she later admitted was a big fat lie.

Strangely,  despite the fact I tremendously lazy and hate even standing in a queue, I couldn’t bear to sit or lie down. When the midwife offered me pethidine but said I’d have to lie down to have it, I refused.

And time passed. Then I was pushing, compelled to push through the buring pain, just wanting to get the baby out. The midwife guided me through each push, until finally, whoosh  she came out. I could see that she was

1)Huge

2)Perfect.

I couldn’t believe the size of her. It was like they’d snuck a six week old in there. I felt absolutely vindicated as I had sworn all along that she would be a big baby, but as my bump wasn’t that big no one believed me.

Mr Outlines held her while the midwife delivered the afterbirth. On examination, I was told I’d have to go to theatre for stitches. While I waited to go, I held her in my arms. As I predicted, she looked like a baby version of Mr Outlines. Off to theatre and I had a spinal anaesthesia, which was amazing, I just lay there all cozy and warm while the surgeon did what needed to be done.

Then back to my baby, Mr Outlines and my Mum. I fed the baby, while we decided on a name. The first name had been decided before she was even made, but we were still deliberating over middle names.

I fed her and and enjoyed that wonderful feeling over getting to know her little face and falling in love. A love that is not because, a love that just is.

*This is a midwife led, low tech centre, based within the delivery suite. I gave birth at an NHS (universal health care system) hospital and it was fabulous.

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15 Responses

  1. I am sure it was worth every second of it. Alhamdulillah, it is over and trust me, that is the eeeeeeeeeeeeeesiet part of having a new member of the family. You ain’t seen nothing yet………LOL!! come back and talk to me when she is 2 years old, Insha’Allah………:) Or better yet, when she is 16!!!LOL

  2. I meant “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasiest”………..lol!!

  3. Any chance of piccies, sis? 🙂

    Maybe you could put them in a password-protected post?

  4. Subhan’Allah – how beautiful!!

  5. masha2allah, may God grant her the happiest and best life ever and keep you for her 🙂
    loved this part “falling in love. A love that is not because, a love that just is”
    Congrats dear

  6. As-Salaamu ‘alaikum,

    Mabrouk on your new arrival. What are you calling her or is it a secret?

  7. WOW Masha’Allah sounds like an awesom delivery! AWWW!!! Isn’t it amazing hwo big they look when they pop out! I was jsut shocked when i saw my daughter and hubby was too LOL We both had that look like “that huge baby was in there!?!?”
    Welcome to motherhood Outlines and I hope that everytjhing will go well. Watch out for post natal depression and see a doc riught away. Justa reminder 🙂 I hope you’re well and happy.
    Also what will you call the baby online? You’ve got Mr Outlines what will be her nickname? mini-lines? weeoutlines? hehehe think hard!

    Also:Assalamu Alikum dear Sister in Islam!
    You’ve been added to ALL MUSLIMAH database of Muslimah Sister’s blogs!
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  8. WOW! Subhallah! And I feel like I just read about your pregnancy a short while ago. Now here she is, mashallah. How are you coping?

    Alf wi alfein mabrook, ya habibti! Kisses to little baby outlines!

  9. Allahu Akbar! Hope you’ll be NAKing, inshallah–Nursing at Keyboard 😉

  10. salam alaikoum
    macha ALlah and mabrouk!

  11. Thank you for sharing that with us, truly. Its good to know what actually happens. I’m glad everything went alright mashaAllah 🙂

  12. I love to read about babies! Mabrook!

  13. Congratulations. I know i am a bit late, althouth i read that post long time ago :))))

    Hope you are doing well.

  14. Thank you for sharing your story. I had to wince a few times (memories, you know) but I really am amazed at how well you did with such a heavy first child. Bravo, and mashaAllah. May she be among the righteous who will be strong and self-assured, and will be a leader of believers. Many congratulations and may your first months with her be splendidly bonding.

  15. Now you’ve got me trying to decide which Queen songs would be best suited for labor. Thanks.

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