Tonight I’m consumed by warm fuzzies. It was this night last year that I went into labour with my little love.
Throughout my entire pregnancy people kept saying “oh, I bet your labour will be quick!” because my previous one only lasted just over an hour. While I knew these people were well-meaning, I also understood the unpredictability of labour. One fast labour didn’t mean my next one would be. I also had a feeling my baby wasn’t going to have such a dramatic entrance as his older brother. I just knew- instinct, a gut feeling, whatever you call it.
And I was right. My fourth labour lasted a total of 15 hours with the first 13 being extremely easy to manage. Yeah, there were bits that were uncomfortable but early labour was a breeze. I even slept!- something I had never done with my previous labours. I was so calm during this labour… I swiftly moved into active labour, then transition and met my baby within the two hours.
As I sit here typing this, I also keep glancing over at the little screen on my son’s baby monitor. My little boy is fast asleep and he has grown so much. I also feel like his personality is very much like his labour- gentle, manageable, easy and dare I say PLEASANT!? Yes. I enjoyed his labour. It wasn’t hell on earth. I wasn’t suffering and I was able to stay on top of it, even when it became increasingly intense.
To read more about my positive birth with my fourth baby in much more detail, please see here.