I was going to write a verbose version of the birth story, but Debbie captured it perfectly here, so I won’t repeat it.
Needless to say that almost everything in the lead up to the birth went wrong and we had to deal with my illness, Debbie’s contractions and the local maternity hospital closing all in the same day.
Witnessing the birth was nothing short of fantastic. It was such a beautiful experience. There was only one midwife in the room and she dimmed the lights down very low. She was one side of Debbie and I was the other. I coached Debbie when to push and was so vocal that the midwife stopped saying when to push and left it up to me! I watched with fascination as a tiny part of the back of Luke’s head appeared and disappeared with each contraction until after one big push his whole head was out. The cord was around his neck and he passed meconium in the womb which meant that I couldn’t cut the cord and the paediatrician doctor had to be paged urgently in case he needed resuscitation. Thankfully he didn’t. One more push completed his birth.
All things considered, it was a very calm experience. Debbie was absolutely amazing too. No swearing, no screaming and no drama. Perfect.