"Promise me you won't let me have another baby! PROMISE ME!!" These are the words I remember most through the haze of my baby brain.
I was pretty nervous throughout my pregnancy, which I think comes with the territory when you are making a life in your womb after a miscarriage. Despite having 2 healthy, happy babies (who are now 10 and 11 years old) my 3rd pregnancy resulted in a D&C after an ultrasound revealed a slow heartbeat which over 3 days ultimately stopped.
I won't go into detail on that, however, from the moment I found out I was pregnant with Fox I just wanted him out safe and sound.
My body gave me a couple of practice runs in the week or so leading up to the birth. "Lie down, have a rest and if the contractions stop then you aren't in labour".
These are not words you want to hear when you are feeling as big as a house and your partner has to be in Canberra the day after you are due.
When I broke down in tears to my midwife after the 2nd false alarm, she booked me in for a stretch and sweep. Not pleasant, but it revealed that I was already 1 cm dilated and potentially helped get the show on the road.
I woke up on the 16th of July with what I thought was again just a practice run. My contractions, although regular, were not really getting any closer together but were quite painful. My son had a soccer match, followed by both kids being dropped off to see Disney on Ice.
I swayed through the soccer match, at times having to breathe through the discomfort. Gritted my teeth on the drive to Disney on Ice and managed to survive a trip to IKEA because meatballs, yum! We headed home; all the while my contractions were getting closer together.
By 7pm my sister, Milly, and I were slightly delirious from all the walking, laughing, breathing, crying etc that had been done for the past 24 hours.
She entertained me by taking silly snapchat filtered videos. I had strapped on a TENS machine and was using it to help with the pain of my contractions. Oh that little electrical current was amazing.
They were definitely getting closer now so we called the midwife and she said to call back when they were around 3 mins apart. A few hours went by, another teary phone call to the midwife and I decided to get into a warm bath for pain relief.
It was heaven but the contraction pain was getting more intense and I told my fiancé Richard that I wasn't getting out, we were having this baby at home.
20 mins passed and I got a bit of an urge to push.
Richard was having none of that so he called the hospital and told them we were coming. He and my sister Milly basically had to wrestle me out of the bath, dry me and re-strap on the TENS machine between contractions.
The car ride was the longest 15 minutes of my life! We arrived at the hospital by 12pm and they did a quick exam, only 5cm dilated!! "Promise me you won’t let me have another baby! PROMISE ME!!" I said to poor Richard.
We decided right away to do another stretch of my cervix, and then break my waters to see if that helped move things along. I waddled to the bathroom to wee and spewed up my meatballs, not so tasty 2nd time round!
Richard helped me into the birthing bath, by now I was having the most intense contraction pain. I could no longer talk and had to breath/silent cry through each one.
It's all a bit hazy but I do remember telling Milly and Richard, not so nicely, to stop wetting my hair.
I started to push and by the time my midwife came I had reached down and felt my little baby crowning. Another couple of pushes then they pulled him up and put him on my chest.
I stared down at him and fell so in love "Richard, I want another one"
I was oblivious to what was going on around me until they said they had to cut his cord.
I was confused as we were supposed to be doing delayed clamping but then they told me his cord had been around his neck and they had to take him away. Thankfully he was back in my arms after a couple of minutes and latched on to my breast right away, where he has pretty much remained for the last 5 months. Our little Fox.
-For more of Rosie and Fox's adventures - Rosie runs a fantastic Instagram page with the tag @alongcamefox