Birth Story II

Disclaimer: only read this if you are interested. If you are family or a friend, you just may not want to know. If you’re pregnant, you may not want to know – I know I didn’t like hearing/reading about other people’s labour when I was pregnant. Your choice! You have been warned.

This is a tricky birth story to write. My first pregnancy had a very “text book” labour. Contractions at home, arrived at the hospital already well dilated, laboured in a bath for a while, lay on a bed, pushed out a baby. Ok, so it wasn’t that simple, but in retrospect, that’s how it feels. In every second sentence of this story, I felt like writing, “completely different to last time”, but I’ve tried to avoid the comparisons. If you’re interested, you can read about my first labour here.

This one didn’t start so well. I had contractions from my 38th week. And at least 3 false labours, where I was convinced we were off to the hospital. So before we even got close, I was already on an emotional rollercoaster that was getting worse with every dip.

Anyway, on THE night I started having big contractions around 1am. I did my best to ignore them, but I couldn’t, so I woke Zac and we started timing them. They were reasonably regular, at around 6-7 minutes, so we had our suspicions that this might be it. The tricky thing was, it wasn’t just a situation of head to the hospital and see how things are going, because we had to get babysitting for Adella, and also contact our midwife to meet us at the hospital, so we didn’t want to do anything unless we were sure. So we waited a couple of hours, and the contractions were definitely getting closer. Besides, I’d done this before, and I really felt we were getting close. So we made our phone calls and headed to the hospital.

Since it was after hours, we were admitted through emergency, and I got my first ever ride in a wheelchair – sweet!

Our midwife met us in the birthing suite and we settled in. And then I started to walk and sway and walk and walk. After a couple of hours, the midwife checked my dilation and I’d only reached 3cm. She said that if I wanted to, I was welcome to go home and come back later, but emotionally I just wasn’t prepared for this. I felt I’d already worked hard and we couldn’t possibly be far away from things intensifying. So, I kept walking. And walking. There’s possibly a worn circle in the floor of birthing suite 1. Now and again the midwife checked whether I wanted a bath. However, I think I’d built up a mental block about baths as they had stopped my contractions in previous days.

As I walked, the room got brighter and brighter as daylight approached. And with that came a more and more clinical feeling, and I think this really slowed me down. My contractions continued, but just weren’t getting any stronger. The midwife checked me again, and I hadn’t progressed any further. At this point I was in tears. I was so sure that this had been it, and I felt that if I went home, I’d be there for more days waiting for this baby. But my options were home or an induction. I really wanted to avoid any intervention, and as desperate as I was to meet this baby here and now, we decided that home was the best option. So we packed up and I left the hospital in tears.

I’m crying now as I write this… it was such an emotional kick in the guts for me.

But I arrived home to the happiest little toddler who was having so much fun with Auntie Sally! I had some cuddles and then she went for a walk with Sally so that I could I rest. I went to lie down and have some vegemite toast and tea. Because vegemite and tea solve everything, right? Right. Within half an hour, I was having super big contractions. I was rolling around on the bed, every now and again jumping up on all fours, and making all sorts of terrible animal noises. I got Zac to run me a hot bath, and I rolled around in there for a while. By now we were much closer to 3 minute contractions and I basically had 90 seconds on, 90 seconds off. Except for the occasional nasty couple that would come back-to-back. At this point, I was having trouble doing anything really. Zac made some calls and got me dressed. I waited until I had a 90 second break, said bye to Sal and Adella and got into the car.

Enter the most intense car trip ever. Since we had two baby seats in the back, I had to sit upright in the front seat. Not. Comfortable. I have no idea how Zac managed to drive me there and concentrate on driving. I’m pretty sure I cried, screamed and groaned the whole way. I was completely oblivious to anything but pain. He half carried me up to the birthing suites, passing shocked faces throughout the hospital (I clearly looked like a disaster!) and our midwife was all ready for us again. She had some comfy mats on the floor and I was down on all fours straight away.

Shortly after arriving, my midwife’s work partner turned up. She was on the next shift as my midwife had a day off the next day, so she knew she’d be doing our home visit, so thought she’d come to the birth too! It was so wonderful having an extra pair of hands for massage, support and encouragement. I feel very lucky to have had her there.

For the next few hours I moved from all fours, to standing, to leaning and back to all fours. I just couldn’t find a position that felt good. And with each suggestion of a new position I felt more distraught. If someone had suggested pain relief, I possibly would’ve taken it, despite being against my wishes. At some point here my waters broke, but I have no recollection of it. After trying such a long list of options, the midwives suggested a bath again. I was again very hesitant, as by this stage of labour last time, I didn’t want to be in the bath. But I trusted my midwife – she’d sent me home and that had progressed labour by so much. Plus, I didn’t want to try any new positions. So I reluctantly got in.

And instantly felt better.

Because I’d spent 7 hours of my morning wearing circles in the floor, my body was just physically giving up. Not to mention having been awake for 33 of the last 35 hours. But suddenly all my weight was taken by the water. I’m not going to lie – it was still INCREDIBLY painful, but just not as tiring. So Zac leant over the edge of the bath holding me up for my last stage of labour. And consequently had a water birth! My midwife had me breathe through most of the last stage and really slowed the pushing down, and consequently, I didn’t have any tearing. After the baby’s head popped out, it was a good five minutes or so before my midwife stimulated some colostrum and the final contraction happened to push the rest of his body out, which was such a weird sensation – I had to keep his head under the water! He was very blue when he came out, but apparently this is normal for a water birth as it’s longer before the babies hit the fresh air.

And despite all the difficulties and intense pain of this labour, I was able to lean down and catch baby Arlo Miles in the water as he was born at 6.15pm. I held him for a few minutes in the bath and Zac and I said hello to our son. And, as I carefully and nervously stood up to get out of the bath and onto the bed, my placenta just dropped out!

We cuddled and rested on the bed together. Arlo did a nice big sticky poo all over me, just like his sister did, and did a great job of feeding straight away. We were given a clean bill of health and were home by 10.30pm.

I’m so glad for the midwifery caseload program that I was on. I’m pretty sure that if I’d gone through the standard system I would have possibly had an induction and/or painkillers because I found it so much more painful this time around. Never fully believe anyone who tells you it will be easier the second time around!

Many people have asked us about his name. The most common question is “Is he named after Arlo Guthrie?”. The answer is no – we hadn’t heard that name until the midwife asked that exact question in the hospital! We saw the name in a book dedication, decided that we really liked it, and thought it sounded cute matched with Adella. Miles is after Miles Davis.




Big decisions

I decided to have a change of heart today. I’m sick of waiting. I’m tired of spending my days thinking about my contracting uterus (yes, it’s been working away for two weeks now). I’m frustrated with my body’s desire to sleep all the time. And all these false labour alarms are just emotionally draining.

A friend posted this on my facebook wall, and it keeps making me giggle… and I think it has helped switch my mindset.

New tack today. No nap and do things for me!

Thanks to some fabulous ladies in my life, the dishes and shopping have been done, so there are no chores waiting.

I baked scones and I shared them…. then ate the rest. Go carbo-loading!

I made a “mug rug” (does that sound dodgy to you?? It kinda does to me…) from this fabulous pattern that I’ve been putting off for weeks. Pretty, huh?


I’m drinking the tea that I want to drink.

I put on some loud music and danced around a bit.

I’m going to post this and watch a girly movie.

And I’m going to paint my toenails… with one last big decision… which colour?

Lentil’s 38 Week Journey

My husband recently alerted me to the blog I wrote at this stage of pregnancy last time around – Dragon Baby’s 38 Week Journey. I’m not sure what his motives were… probably to stop me whinging.

In the last couple of weeks, I just haven’t been very positive. To be honest, it’s been quite hard. For two main reasons I think… motherhood and weather. It all just got a bit tricky when I got to that uncomfortable size where bending over is super hard. And when I have to pick up things off the floor, pick up a toddler, run baths and hang out the washing, it’s no surprise that I’m struggling. I really miss having an ayi (our cleaner/nanny in Beijing). Last time around there was no housework, and when I was at this stage, all I did was sit on my parents’ sofa, watch TV and go for relaxing walks!

It’s also been hot. And I’ve experienced puffiness on an extreme level. My hands are not mine, and do not behave like mine. They hurt and I drop things all the time. All the time. I threw a beer glass across the kitchen the other day. Whoops. And I’ve left it way too long to take my wedding ring off… here’s hoping it can hang out two-ish more weeks. I can’t believe how lucky I was having winter for 90% of my last pregnancy (by having time in both China and Australia).

But it hasn’t been all bad. I had minimal morning sickness this time around – barely noticeable in fact. The distraction of motherhood helped me even forget about being pregnant a lot of the time, so I’ve really had it pretty easy. And I’ve found massive relief in swimming this time. The sensation as the water takes the weight off my joints is indescribable. So it’s been smooth – I can’t complain… too much!

I think the upcoming year or so of my life is going to be much more testing! But in a good way. I can’t wait for Adella to become a big sister and have someone to play with. She knows where this baby is. She pats and kisses my belly. She’s in for a surprise when it comes out though!

Bring on baby… this mama wants to deflate.

Nesting again

I feel I’ve been so chilled out in this pregnancy. So many times people have asked me, “how are you feeling?” and I’ve said that I keep forgetting I’m pregnant. Besides, I have a toddler to focus on, and I don’t feel the need to read a million pregnancy books, or spend hours checking things online.

Until about 2 weeks ago.

I suddenly went into baby-panic mode. It was hilarious. I think it stemmed from my last visit to the midwife and we were casually chatting about how second pregnancies are often early, and labour is often shorter, so I’m to call her as soon as I think I’m in labour – not to wait like I did last time – to give her a heads up.

Next minute, I was convinced the baby was going to come in the next few days and that we had nothing ready!

So, in the space of a few short days, I organised a bassinet, car seat, washed all of the baby clothes we’d kept from last time, ordered a mattress for the bassinet, bought storage for the clean baby clothes, finished knitting the baby blanket that was supposed to be for the first one, bought baby socks, infant nappies, breast pads and worked out how we’re going to put both kids on one pram. Phew.

It was intense. And I guess it was nesting again. But I feel good now. And much more prepared.

Now, I just have to pack my hospital bag… maybe this afternoon?

Things I love about having a baby in China

I go back to work tomorrow with a feeling of dread. I mean, I’ve always had that annoyed feeling at the fact the holidays are over and that I need to be responsible and earn a living again, but this time it’s different. I’ve just spent a full month with my baby. A bit of travelling, but mostly just time in and around home. And it’s been…. divine. I feel so priviledge to have had this time. And it’s made me want to be a stay-at-home Mum, which is something that I never thought would happen. 

As a follow up to Things I love about being pregnant in China, I feel inspired to write the ‘having a baby’** list.

{**How annoying is English? ‘Having a baby’ here just doesn’t sound right, but I wanted it to line up with the title of my original piece. Owning a baby? Possessing a baby? Sheesh.}

1. Walking. I do so much more walking now. And it’s great! There are so many little details of the city that you see on foot, that whiz by when you taxi or ride.

2. Making people smile. Adella is a cheeky little baby and will smile at anything. Which also means at everyone who looks her way. She’s particularly good at this on public transportation and in supermarkets.

3. Making people run. We’ve made people run, just to come and see the “Yang Wawa” (little western doll).

4. Conversation starters. I feel like I have so many more random conversations about babies. This is so good for my language skills, which I’m really trying to improve on at the moment.

5. Random advice. Ok, so the random advice can often be annoying, but sometimes it is just hilarious. For example, “I think she’s not wearing enough”, to “I think she’s too hot”. From the same person within 10 minutes.

6. Astonishing Chinese women. Our crazy western standards when it comes to raising babies. No milk powder? No disposable nappies? Not wearing 20 layers of clothing? Their shocked faces are absolute gold.

7. Eating good food. In a country of food scandals and dodgy food processing methods, it has been nice to take the time to find out more about what Beijing has to offer in terms of organic foods. And I’m sure there are many more options out there that I’m yet to find.

8. Friendship. We have already quickly become part of a playgroup with Mums and Bubbas, all around the same age as Adella. It’s wonderful to have such a great support network.

9. Coming home after work. I love coming home to her. She’s such a joy.

10. Family time. Our weekends are so special now.

IMG_2501aHere she is playing peek-a-boo on the train.

So here’s to hoping that as I step into the classroom tomorrow, my gorgeous students will remind me why I love my job and rekindle my enthusiasm. I hope.

13 baby must-haves

This is one for my swathe of pregnant friends. I thought I’d make a list of the things I’ve found essential in my first 8 weeks of motherhood. They are not in a particular order, just as I thought of them.

1. swaddles – Swaddling cloths are amazing. My favourite ones have been muslin. They have helped so much with calming and sleeping. Get nice big ones.

2. drink bottle – I bought myself a good quality, stainless steel, pop-top drink bottle for breast-feeding. It’s always close-by. ‘Eco-lateral’ in Adelaide have lovely ones.

3. reusable nursing pads – Mainly for environmental reasons, but they’re more comfy than the disposable ones anyway. I bought some great minke ones from ‘The Rainbow Tree’ in Adelaide.

4. good breast-feeding bras – I got fitted at David Jones at about 38 weeks, but apparently you can do it much earlier (after 20 weeks or so).

5. breast-feeding nightie – I hadn’t thought of this until I realised how much my boobs would leak at night (since I’m lucky enough to have a bubs who sleeps through the night). You need something that you can put nursing pads into. So, I sleep in a breast-feeding nightie or a basic, comfy sports bra with no hooks or clips.

6. nappies – I did a lot of research into cloth nappies and decided on the ‘itti bitti tutto’. I love them. We had disposables for the first 5 days or so, and for travelling, but they fit bubs really well from the first week. And washable wipes – to go with our enviro-friendly nappies. We bought cushie-tushie ones from ‘The Rainbow Tree’. They’re great because they are soft and minke on one side but a bit grippy on the other side for poos! They work best if you wet them a little. We also bought matching dirty nappy bags, which have a pocket for the wipes.

7. pram – We went with a bugaboo because we wanted something that did infant-toddler. We also needed something that was super-sturdy with good suspension for Beijing footpaths. The seat can also reverse, the handle bar is super-high for us tall people, it has a good shopping bag underneath, a good hood and a cover to protect bubs from the elements. There are heaps of prams out there – start early. Think carefully about all the things you’d like and make a list. If you take this list with you, you’re bound to find the perfect one out there!

8. hand sanitiser – get a pump action bottle for home and little ones for the nappy bag.

9. nappy bag – Get a good nappy bag with lots of pockets – ours has become my handbag already – who wants to go out with more than 1 bag?? Oh, and it also has a great changing mat. Even better – I bought it cheap on taobao.

10. baby carrier – We bought an ergo baby carrier, again after a lot of research. It’s super comfy and great when you want both hands free. And since we don’t have a car in Beijing, we will be using this whilst riding in taxis. We also had a bouncy chair on loan for a few weeks. This was great for bubs to have some independent time and give us a chance to do our own thing.

11. baby clothes that do up under the bum – I soon discovered that it’s hard to hold a wriggling baby when their clothes are riding up their back. It makes them all slippery. Get a range of newborn clothes that all do up at the bum. Oh, and babies are smaller than you think.

12. socks with good cuffs that don’t slip off – Little feet work hard, and socks quickly slip off. At Target, I found socks with good cuffs that folded over and held on tight. A definite advantage!

13. gender confusing outfits – This is purely personal. I hate the whole baby pink/ baby blue thing. So I often dress her in half pink and half blue. Or throw in a misleading pair of pink socks with the stripey-blue onesie.

I hope that helps in some way, shape or form. If you have any questions for this newbie mum, please ask away! I feel like I’ve been on such a steep, but wonderful, learning curve!

My birth story

Birthing is an incredibly intense and powerful experience. So intense that our bodies let us forget the pain and focus on the joy of having a child. I want to document my labour experience so that I can remember it all. I want to remember how I was strong and courageous, and did things that I never thought I could do. I have written most of this, with additions from Zac as it really is quite difficult to remember. I have been very descriptive, so please only read this if you are actually interested!


I’d been sleeping a lot. The day before I went into labour, I feel all I did was sleep. I dozed off at every opportunity. The next morning we slept very late and decided to have some exercise. My abdomen was feeling crampy, but I just figured that this was my uterus doing a bit of preparation. As Zac did sprints across the oval, I sat in the sun listening to music and giving my round, white belly a bit of sun exposure. I spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV and dozing.


The crampy feeling continued, but I never felt it was strong enough to mean anything. So, I just kept going – I helped Mum prepare dinner and then Sally and Kanesh came over for dinner and I distracted myself with conversation. When we sat down for dinner, I was uncomfortable and wriggling around in my chair, and getting up to pee on a regular basis, and just wanting to move around. It turns out that my contractions had already started: now I can only describe them as spurts of increasingly intense period pain that came and went.


At that stage I still hadn’t properly timed my contractions since I was just wearing a watch, but I really didn’t feel that they were coming regularly. I got through dinner and dessert, told Mum, Dad, Georgia, Kanesh and Sally that I thought tonight was the night, then Zac and I called the hospital. The lovely midwife on the phone told me to wait at home until my contractions were regular. She also recommended that I take a couple of panadol and have a lie down, and that there was probably nothing to worry about just yet. She also said, as I’d read in many of my books, that you can’t have a conversation through an intense contraction, and that because I was still talking, I probably was in my very early stages. I hung up the phone, pulled out my ipod (with a fancy ‘contraction timing’ app!!), and started up the timer. Sitting down to watch some masterchef and watching the clock, I started to feel slightly nervous – they were pretty much coming 3 minutes apart, although they still were pretty light.  I asked Zac to run me a bath and I hopped in. He sipped on a scotch and seemed to be constantly pressing the start/stop button for me, which goes to show that the contractions were definitely less than three minutes apart and lasting around one minute each. ‘Where’s the writhing pain?’ I thought. ‘If these are contractions, giving birth is gonna be a walk in the park’. (Actually, that’s not what I thought at all, but rather what Zac was desperately hoping!!). At around 10.30, things were getting a bit more intense so we decided to go to the hospital and try our luck. At the back of my mind, I was sure that we’d get turned away (they only accept patients when dilation has reached 3cm) because of what the midwife had said on the phone. But, hey, what have we got to lose? Zac finished packing the hospital bag, complete with loads of munchies for a 40 hour labour. Then, at my request, he shaved off his “striking” moustache – I wasn’t leaving the house until it was gone.


Mum drove us to the hospital, and the midwife checked me. I was at 5cm already! Woohoo! Half way! It’s gonna be a walk in the park! (Zac again). At 11.50pm we moved into birthing room 16, which luckily had a bathtub.


The contractions slowly got more and more intense from here on. I tried a variety of positions, mostly all standing, and often needing to lean on Zac for support. Zac was apparently in ‘quite a lot of pain’ from sprinting up and down the oval earlier in the afternoon, but he was sane enough not to say anything. For once, he knew when to keep his mouth closed. I also tried sitting on the ball and leaning on the bed to ease the pain, but it was so hard to get comfortable. Also, I was lead to believe from the books that contractions came and went quite clearly, and that I was supposed to use the time in between each contraction to rest and conserve my energy. However, it reality, it pretty well seemed that 95% of my time was spent contracting, and I was only given a few seconds here and there to ‘rest’, which wasn’t entirely helpful. Stupid books.


I then got into the bath. The warm water felt so good, and it really took the edge off the pain. My contractions were lasting 60-90 seconds, and sometimes I had 7 in 10 minutes. Just take a second to do the maths on that: I maybe had 30 seconds of respite every 10 minutes! My memory of this is feeling like a snake, writhing around and wriggling, whilst hanging onto Zac’s hand for dear life. I was doing everything I could to keep my sanity (Zac: very successfully! This woman is a trooper! Every seen a fish that’s just been caught, and then placed on the jetty, and it bounces round in pain, pretty sure that it’s gonna die in the next 30 seconds? Yeah. That’s what Sof looked like. And not one word of complaint). Lorraine (our midwife) and Ashley (our student midwife) gently palped my contractions and dopplered me as necessary. At 3.20, I firmly declared that I had to get out of the bath. I just knew that I didn’t want to be in there anymore, and that I was in some serious pain, and scrambling around a bath like a eel with a nail through its tail wasn’t helping anyone, or my pain.


I had to get on the bed for my next examination. The contractions were pretty much constant at this stage, and I had to wait for what seemed like a lifetime (but what in reality was probably only about 10 minutes) for a break until Lorraine could finally check my dilation progress. It was only at 7cm. Bugger. Double bugger. A relatively smooth time at home at got me to 5, and in the last few hours of insanity had only managed to grow an extra 2. Anyway, Lorraine suggested that she break my waters to speed up the process and give me a little relief. I remember that I wanted to think through the decision, but it was really hard to bring my decision-making to the forefront of my mind. When I finally brought it to my consciousness, I went with yes. Lorraine was a little hesitant, because she didn’t want to feel that she’d forced me into anything. But Zac confirmed with her that, yes, it was indeed a confident decision. However, I had to painfully get through another lifetime (10 minutes) of contractions until there was actually a long enough break to put this long crochet hook inside me and rupture the membrane! They were coming thick and fast. And intensely. And then I swore for the first time (and the profanity actually came out between contractions, not during! There was a big cheer from Lorraine and Ashley). For the next half an hour, the contractions were even more intense (somehow) but a little further apart. But I soon realised that release in pressure from rupturing the water bag really made me feel a lot better, and allowed me to progress again.


10cm dilation! That’s right, I’d done the last 3 in about half an hour. Nice. Lorraine then called the paediatrician in, just in case. A few minutes later, I really felt the need to push, but Lorraine wanted me to breathe through them and let our baby move further down. It felt a bit a like the Seinfeld soup Nazi (No push for you!) but in retrospect I can see that she had a point. My contractions moved further apart, and I actually got a small chance to rest in between! The nurses continued to doppler my belly to keep an eye on where our baby’s head was, and what was going on with the baby’s heart. At 4.20, I was finally allowed to push. After 15 minutes of pushing, I was hooked up to the CTG machine as they were a little concerned about the baby’s heartbeat. I was a little reluctant about being attached to a machine, but really I was so exhausted that I was beyond caring.

I can only describe pushing as trying to do the biggest poo ever. Pooing a watermelon in fact. That’s it. There’s no other sensation like it. It’s also an incredibly difficult thing to do because the harder one pushes, the more it hurts, and it stings as the baby’s head pushes down on your cervix. I had to drop my chin and focus my energy all on the push, because instinctively my body wanted to resist the pushing, or at least redirect my energy into another part of my body and close my legs! The paediatrician offered me a mirror, which they set up. As it turned out, I didn’t see much, as I found it completely impossible to keep my eyes open whilst pushing. I saw glimpses now and again of our baby’s head, but that’s all I really remember. Zac, however, made full use of the mirror and was fascinated by the wonderful joy of crowning. It was exhausting: I have a distinct memory of dozing off (I’m pretty sure it was only 10 seconds of sleep. Zac doesn’t remember seeing this, but I’m sure it happened).


By this time, I was really tiring out. I was struggling to keep my legs in a wide, open position, and my pelvis wasn’t opening up enough.  Lorraine suggested putting my legs on the bed stirrups to keep them open. This was great. Until then, I had been putting too much effort through my legs into the bed, and not focussing on my pushing. With my legs elevated and back, I felt much better. Lorraine was wonderful – she was great at describing exactly how and where I had to push. Zac and Ashley were continually encouraging and cheering me on.

At 5.28, I was told that if the baby didn’t come out in the next push I would need an episiotomy because the crown had been halfway out for 15 minutes (I actually have no recollection of this, all I heard was “if the baby doesn’t come out…” – and I knew I had to do it). As I pushed this last time, my cheer squad yelled and shouted for me, including several “加油!” from Zac and I pushed the baby out. As the head came out, the whole body followed in one movement. At 5.29, our baby was born. Lorraine placed her straight onto my chest. I felt so overwhelmed and I remember looking at Zac in disbelief. Then, somebody asked ‘what we’d had’ and I lifted the sheet and discovered that we’d had a beautiful baby daughter. In the moment, we were both too overwhelmed to think about whether it was a boy or girl, it was just such an incredible feeling that we’d had a baby. Shortly after, Zac cut her umbilical cord, and 8 minutes later my placenta came out. I had requested no hormone injections to encourage the placenta out, which apparently is very rare. In 17 years of Lorraine’s work as a midwife, she’d only done 3 completely physiological births, which really surprised me.

I shook and shook after the birth. I think my legs bounced up and down on their own for a good hour after the birth. People say having a baby is like running a marathon. I’ve never run a marathon, but I can imagine the similarities. Zac didn’t faint, and I’m so glad that I’m married to a real man (guess who wrote that?!?).

Adella Luna spent over an hour on my chest, skin-to-skin. In that time she did a massive poo all over my belly and also instinctively latched onto my nipple and started feeding. She came out with a hilarious peak on the back of her head, which I remember seeing when she was crowning, but stuck in the same position for ages – but this went down over the next 24 hours. She was then weighed – a healthy 7 pounds 3 ounces/3270g – and I had some brekky and a shower. We packed up all of our things and slowly made our way up to the postnatal ward with our daughter.