Chapter 27.

Chapter 27.

The doctor let me know that it would be in a matter of minutes before the first baby was to be brought in this world and take his first breath. She placed a mirror between my legs so I could see what was going on. Calum propped me up with her arms and held me tight. He soother me as much as he could , The doctor told me on the next contraction that I needed to push through my bottom and hold it for a count of ten.

As the wave of heat, pain and sweat enveloped my body, I took a deep breath and pushed. One, two, three, four...

"please make it stop!!!" I screamed , I tried to push, my contraction ceased and I would have to wait for another one to come on.

On the second push I could see the first head crown. it made me want to push more, but the contraction stopped. Its head had sunken back in to my body. Three times in a row this happened.

Finally, on the fourth push I felt a release of pressure. The first babies head had come out. The doctor had told me to push lightly. As she helped ease it out of my body, she turned his shoulders to help make way through the rest of the birthing canal.

The doctor reached up and handed the first baby to me. The most intense, beautiful, serene moment of my life. This perfectly pink little wrinkly body lay dependant in my loving arms. I just brought another human being into this world.

All I could say was

"Oh my god!" .

My joy and relief were interspersed with disbelief that I would have to do it all again, very soon. It was so wonderful to have my newborn daughter in my arms and some relief from the contractions, and I had no idea what to expect for the second birth.

My second midwife Robyn and Anne arrived at this point. Anne kept quietly and observantly beside the bed out of my eyeline, and only spoke to congratulate us on the first birth. Robyn's sweet and calming presence was wonderful and helpful as the contractions began to kick in once more at full speed; I would really need the strength of both my midwives to face the challenge a second time.

I was needing to vocalize loudly to cope with the contractions and felt awful moaning into my sweet new babies face, so I handed her to Ashton , who was also in the room, reluctantly as I felt I needed him to help me but i knew I had Calum for the new round of contractions. I told the midwives I was scared and didn't want to do it again, and they calmly and sweetly reminded me that not only could I do it again, I was doing it again.

We knew that baby two was in a breech position, so Anne asked if she could examine me. I was initially reluctant but eager to make the birth as smooth as possible for the baby and myself, so I decided to go ahead, and thankfully she was as gentle as possible given the ferocity of my contractions. She established almost instantly that the baby was coming foot first, as the bag of waters was low inside. The contractions were roaring through me and the baby was experiencing increasing deceleration between.

''I cant do this.'' I cried out my body becoming extremely tired , Calum caressed my face giving me a kiss on the cheek.

''Yes you can princess come on...''

''No Calum I can't please it hurts oh it hurts so much.'' I cried out

Calums P.O.V

I'd been nervous about watching the delivery itself. The thought of bringing two babies into the world at one time scared the heck out of me , But once the midwife said she could see the top of the head, I couldn't resist.

Despite my feelings of uselessness, the midwife encouraged me to be as involved as possible. I offered words of support from time to time, although I'm not sure how welcome they were. And I was given the task of preparing my newborn's clothes and putting bedding in the cot. Okay, it wasn't exactly rocket science, but at least it made me feel less of a spare part.

To my immense relief, she started to cry almost immediately. I had just watched our daughter emerge into the world. It was a fantastic, frightening, exhilarating experience, which I feel privileged to have witnessed. I held her for a little while just examining her beauty she kind of looked like my sister Mali and that made me smile.

The second birth was much more awful Becky couldn't handle the pain and it pained me to see her like this.

''I cant do this.'' she cried out , I placed my hand on her face pushing her hair back then kissing her cheek softly... I missed her so much.

''Yes you can princess come on...''

''No Calum I can't please it hurts oh it hurts so much.'' she screamed.

I don't remember how many times Becky pushed. Four, maybe five times? With each successive push a little more of the baby's head would appear. And between each push we'd monitor the baby's heart rate. The baby's heart rate had dropped from 150 beats per minute

down to the 70-80.

Third person POV

A baby gets all nutrients, and oxygen, from the placenta through the umbilical cord. During a contraction, oxygen from the mother to the placenta is temporarily cut off. The baby is essentially holding its breath. The baby is designed for this and between contractions the

oxygen flow is restored. With long contractions the first indication that the baby is not getting enough oxygen is a drop in heart rate.

"Rebecca you are doing great and you need to push that baby out now," Anne firmly but calmly directed.

Calum PoV

I don't know if the heart rate was getting too low at 70 beats per minute, I was scared shitless. Then with one final push, the second child was born... This time it was different there was no crying.

Rebeccas P.O.V

The waves of contractions are coming faster and more furious. Then my OB decides to show up. Oh, glad you could make it to the fucking party – just having a baby here. No big deal or anything.

Push, don't push – really? Like it's up to me. My baby has taken over and I'm waiting for her to burst out of my asshole at this point. Things are ripping. People are screaming bloody murder. Oh, wait, that's just me.

They start the pitocin again my son's heart rate starts to drop and they come and check, I'm only dialated to 9, but the dr says I have to push now if I'm not doing a c-section. So I agree to try. It's about 7 am on the following day and I start to push. By the way the dr told me on average pushing takes 30 minutes, but based on what I've read here that seems to be much shorter.

At this point I am so completely exhausted and terrified for my little boy. The dr says I have one more push then it's a c-section, no arguments. I keep telling him I think the baby is stuck and to please help me so he asks if I want him to use forceps, gives me the warnings, and I agree.

One more push was all it took and my son was FINALLY here! I pushed his body down to the neck in the one contraction. Anne told me it was important now to push his whole body out even without a contraction, so I gathered my energy and strength for the last push.

He was very quiet and no one was saying he's okay. It was probably like half a minute but felt like forever and I kept asking if he was okay and why he wasn't making any sound and they kept reassuring me he was fine. I started to cry i was terrified what if he didn't make it why the fuck wasn't he crying.

''Calum... where is he?''

''Where have they taken him Calum?''

''Calum please say hes okay please.'' I cried harder he held me in his arms

''Its okay he'll be fine I promise okay.''

''Why isn't he making any noise.''

I then started to feel violently sick and started being sick and the midwife said it was normal.

Then my blood pressure dropped and when they pulled the covers back blood was pouring out of me (inbetween my legs) it was pumping out, you could hear it, and see it! Calum got the attention of the doctors and rung the crash bell.

I had the whole team surrounding me. The surgeon was pumping my stomach trying to stop the bleeding but he couldnt. He told the nurses to get blood quickly - one nurse said, I cant get through to blood and he said just RUN!

Blood arrived pretty quickly and they squeezed bags of blood into me, and it was coming out the other end.

''What is happening I need to know if my child is okay.'' i cried

''You have bigger worries Mrs Hood , Your baby will be fine he is in good hands''

"am I going to die?" I asked , she said "not today mrs Hood". She tried to stop the bleeding but she couldnt, the epidural was wearing off and the surgeon was still pumping my stomach, I was becoming quite sore.

What is going to happen to me....

a/n

Im such a bitch ending it like there but yeah :) Hope you enjoy

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