It all started for me some three and a half years ago at an antenatal class – a bunch of expectant first time parents sitting there with a group of strangers wondering, “What the hell am I doing here?” Midwives! Bring on the doctors…

I had a huge contraction and felt something pop, I honestly thought that Aria’s head had exploded! As stupid as that sounds now, it was what I thought had happened! I had my waters broken with Sean and Jessica, so I had no idea what it felt like…

A few contractions later and as the urge to push became overwhelming, they burst with a rush. I guess I spent about the next 40 minutes pushing – it did not feel painful, just hard work and I could feel my baby’s head moving down slowly each time…

Thomas was kicking busily, probably his first real chance after all the activities of the day! I fell asleep easily but awoke at 2 am to some niggly pains. By 2.30 I couldn’t sleep and thought, ‘hmmm, I had better get up and do some assignment…

It is funny how a part of your brain tries to ‘psyche you out’ and the other part is pushing you through giving you the rational thoughts. I do remember our lovely midwife taking my hands, and telling me how strong I am, and that I can do this, I sure can…

Daniel was in the pool with me and as the next contraction came I said “Oh no, I’m going to do a poo” Then I said “No I’m not, it’s the baby’s head” as the head popped out. I was very surprised and relieved all at once. I had not consciously pushed…

A strong, determined woman she was – connected to the earth and many generations of labouring women who have gone before. A woman who trusted the unfailing support of her husband, midwife, and sister. A woman who, using the techniques learned…