Birth Stories

Rishi's Story

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I thought I was so smart. I thought I always had a high tolerance for pain. Therefore, I was able to so confidently repel anything unnatural, any intervention. My poor obstetrician literally begged me to be more open minded.


No induction because I was happy to allow the baby to decide when it was ready to enter this world. It can also lead to a prolonged and extra painful labor. No epidural because of the very small chance of it causing irreversible damage to my back. Many times the epidural can lose its effect as well. Why risk it? No vacuum or forceps. I could not do that to my poor baby. No gas because they say it causes nausea. I have a phobia against vomiting. And the list goes on. All of which I made very clear to my obstetrician.

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Temma's Entrance

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It started with a smile. It was 6am and I had been awake for an hour. I had actually had a good nights sleep. The first contraction was like a little flame being set alight, that just warmed the bottom of my belly...

I lay there for a couple of hours contemplating what the day would bring, interrupted occasionally (every 5-10 min) with the re-ignition of, and the constantly warming flame. By 8am I really had to concentrate to blow through it, to blow the flame out.

When Michael woke up I told him it was happening, but he should probably go to work anyway, at least just for the morning. After he had gotten himself and Kian ready to go, I changed my mind and decided I would keep him at home to run errands for me. (Little did I know what a good decision that was)

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