The Birth

I had my 'show' on the 24th of December 2013. It was 6:30 am on the 2nd of January 2014 when I started having stomach pains. I walked down the stairs and spent the next four hours in a warm bath before my boyfriend realised I wasn't in bed. He came and checked on me and I assured him I was fine and just uncomfortable, and told him to go to bed and get some more sleep. He reluctantly went back to bed.

When he awoke at 10 am and found that I was still in the bath he asked me if I was ok. I told him I was fine and that he should go and do what he needed to and that I would be out soon. An hour later I got out the bath and went upstairs to get some more sleep. I managed to sleep until 4 pm. I lay in bed for another hour while enduring some pretty painful stomach pains. I got up at 5 pm and checked my hospital bag and made sure it had everything I would need in it.

At 6:30 pm I went down stairs to see everyone eating dinner. I decided not to join them as I wasn't hungry and was in pain and proceeded all the way to the bath again. After four hours of sitting in the bath moaning in pain my step mum knocked on the door and asked if we needed to go to hospital. I replied with a simple "Yep." My boyfriend came in and helped me get out the bath and even put a dressing gown on me.

The drive to the hospital was the worse. When we arrived at the hospital I was three centimetres dilated. If it hadn't progressed in the next two hours they were going to send me home. I was given Pethidine for pain relief and slept for about two hours after that. While I slept my dad rang my mum who lived three hours away, and told her it was time. My mother drove three hours just to see me bring her grandson into the world.

When I woke my room was full of people. My boyfriend's parents, my parents, my younger sister and my grandmother where all in my room. I made everyone except my partner leave when they checked how dilated I was. I was now five centimetres and they were going to break my waters. When they broke my waters it was the weirdest feeling. It didn't gush like some people say. I only had a small amount of water.

At 10 am on the 3rd of January 2014 it was time to start pushing. At 10:30 am, just a half an later, my gorgeous son Jake Dean Pearce was brought into the world. My partner cut the cord. I didn't get to hold my son straight away as he was cold as he shoulders had gotten stuck. He was put on a heat pad and just a few minutes later was placed into my arms. My partner and I both cried as we held our son for the first time. I was in hospital for three days before I was released.