By miranda | October 19, 2011
The Annett family is happy to announce the arrival of Seamus Moriarty Annett on October 18th, 2011 at 5:48pm. He weighed in at 3780g (8 lbs. 5 1/2 oz.) and measured 52cm long.
The birth was an amazing experience. We chose to have a midwife attend, as with our previous two children, but this was the first time we chose to have the birth in our home. Labouring at home without worrying about timing transportation to a hospital or birthing centre was very freeing. The only thing to decide was when to call the midwife, and that was fairly easy to determine. I had a few irregular contractions early in the morning, but nothing very intense. We called my Mum to come over and watch the kids (and to take Sophie to play school, as she loves it so much there was no reason to miss out). Shortly after lunch Mum and Rachelle took the kids to Mum’s house so Harry and I could relax and focus together on the task at hand. We went for a walk (on a beautiful autumn day) and when we returned home, my contractions became more regular. We called the midwife and pretty soon decided it was time for her to come. Harry set up the birthing pool in the dining room and things continued to progress. The intensity ramped up but never approached anything unmanageable. Kerstin (our midwife) was very unobtrusive and hands-off, letting Harry help me through, only offering the occasional words of encouragement. I got in the pool, still progressing nicely, not stressing out when Harry had to help the second midwife with directions to our home when she called from nearby, lost. Harry was my rock, offering any limb I needed for support during contractions, even considering my history with squeezing hard enough to cause injury. My man never complained (because he knows what’s good for him!). Pretty soon it was time to push, a phase that to me feels euphoric, the power that fills me as I help my little ones out into the world. Seamus came quickly and smoothly, three pushes and Harry caught him under the water and lifted him to my breast. As soon as he left the water he let out a mighty squall to let us know he was healthy and here! A boy, a boy, a beautiful baby boy. A cut cord later and I was helped to our bed while Harry carried our boy behind me. Such a relaxing experience, from beginning to end. Propped up in bed I received Mum and Rachelle and the kids as they rushed back over, meeting Seamus before he was half-an-hour old.
In the aftermath, I was a little surprised to find how little time had passed. Seamus’s birth was faster than Desmond’s but it felt far less rushed and intense. Having him at home made all the difference. Having Harry and I so completely focused on each other, both of us confident in me and my body, helped this to be a beautiful, peaceful, relaxing experience. Yes, those are the words I am using to describe giving birth, and I feel so, so blessed for this.