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Gemma's Birth Story

My journey to becoming a mum wasn’t exactly easy. In 2016, we decided it was time to start trying for the baby I had always dreamt about. Being a mum is something I felt I was made to do. So in November 2016 I came off the pill. My whole family are super fertile so I guess I expected that I would be pregnant in no time.
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I dreamt of telling our family on Christmas Day that I was eating for two, but Christmas came and went and so did another 20 months of trying to conceive and thousands of dollars in negative pregnancy tests. Each time holding them up to the light, thinking surely that’s a second line, but being so devastated when it wasn’t. In March 2018 I had a chemical pregnancy, for many this would break their heart, and it did a little, but it also meant that I COULD GET PREGNANT!!
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During the time we were trying to conceive my relationship struggled, I was upset all the time and the constant disappointment  took it's toll. So, we decided to take a break from trying. It was at that point on the 4th of July 2018 our little miracle was conceived. The day I got that definite positive pregnancy test was the best day of my life, that was until March 25th 2019.
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It was the 24th of March, my due date. I had pains all day, but I was sure I was going to be one of those people who go 10 days overdue, so I put them down to Braxton hicks and got on with my day of watching Netflix whilst bouncing on the exercise ball. Late that afternoon Brad and I walked down to the foreshore and went to dinner. I had been leaking as I walked but I thought it was my bladder. After dinner we walked home. I continued to have pains but nothing I couldn't manage so I settled on the exercise ball, watching Netflix while Brad got some sleep. I couldn’t sleep because I was worried that I continued leaking.
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Midnight came around and the leaking still hadn't stopped so I started to think maybe it was my waters. I called the hospital and they told me to come in and get checked out just to be sure. I woke Brad up, we chucked the bags in the car and drove down the street. I kept saying I shouldn’t be going, I feel stupid, no way its my waters.
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We got to the hospital and by this stage I'm still having pains which I'm pretending are just Braxton hicks, I think I was in denial. The midwife checked me over, she said could be my waters but she cant be too sure so she did the dip test and said if two lines come up your waters have broken. As she talked away to me I watched this test and saw two lines come up, I was in a little shock because I knew that meant it was all systems go which I honestly wasn’t prepared for. I had expected that I would go past my due date. They let me go home because I wasn’t having super regular contractions yet but they wanted me be back at 5.30am to start antibiotics since my waters had been broken for some time. I went home showered, shaved, fixed my hair and watched TV while brad slept. My contractions had started to get stronger and more regular. 
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At 5.15am we up and left to go back to the hospital. On the drive we spoke about how the next time I go home we would have a baby, and that we would finally know who “it” was and we could stop calling the baby it. We had no idea who this baby was going to be but we knew for sure it was going to be loved.
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Arriving at the hospital my contractions were getting stronger but I was still able to breathe through them. I was admitted and taken into my birthing suite where I chucked Sunrise on the TV and settled in. I wasn’t scared about labour, in fact I was excited. I went in with the game plan of listening to my body and myself and doing what the midwife says.
 
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As the morning went on my dad arrived, followed by Brad's mum and my mum a little later. I spent a lot of time in and out of the shower breathing through my contractions. I slept between contractions, waking up after 2 minutes and asking Brad if it had been 20 minutes and  was snap chatting my best friend about contractions not being fun (I wish I saved these). I was making a loud “whoo” sound as I breathed through my contractions. The midwife checked me over and I was only 3cm dilated and had said if things don't get going soon we are going to have to start inducing you, which I didn’t want. She offered me a stretch and sweep to get things going and I agreed, not really knowing what I was in for. From what I have heard they are painful but not too bad. The next minute her hands are up inside me and she’s reefed out what brad described as a handful membranes.
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I continued labouring between the shower, the bed and walking around. At about Midday I was checked again and had only progressed to 5cm. It was against what I wanted to do initially, but the midwives offered me some medication to sleep, which I agreed to. I was pretty exhausted by this stage after having not slept for over 24 hours. I was in the shower around 12.35 when they came in and stabbed me with some morphine. I got out of the shower, got dressed and into bed. I fell asleep and Brad's mum left to go and get some coffee whilst I slept.
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About 2 minutes later I woke up saying “I'M PUSHING”, but no-one believed me. Mum told me I was being silly and I was only 5cm so there was no way I was pushing. I kept saying no I'm actually pushing, so mum got the midwife. She came in and had one look and said yep, there’s a head there, let's do this.
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My Mum grabbed the mirror and held it down the end of the bed so I could see what I was doing and dad quickly looked away. I went to push and the midwife told me to stop or I would tear, so as hard as it was I stopped pushing and waited for her instructions. She then said OK, let's push. I knew from having been at 6 births before I needed to put my chin to  my chest, not scream and just push as hard as I could. With this first push the babies head was out. The midwife told me that on my next push I could reach down and pull the baby out. With this push I reached down and grabbed the back of the babies head and pulled the baby out straight onto my chest.
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And there she was...
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Ivy Grace Ranford, born at 12.50pm, a happy, healthy 7p 4oz baby GIRL.
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Delivering my own baby was something I always wanted to do, I wasn’t sure that in the moment I would be able to. Believing in myself and doing it is my biggest accomplishment. I wish I didn’t have the morphine because I was so out of it after Ivy was born, the effects of it  only hit me just after giving birth. But, it is what it is and in that moment I felt it was the right decision.
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If I have any word of advice to any pregnant mumma's it is go with your gut. Listen to your body, and as cliche as it sounds... just breathe!
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Gemma xx