Jayde recounts her journey into motherhood by showcasing both of her births to highlight just how different the experience can truly be. Jayde's story highlights the seriousness of childbirth, the brutal honesty of the process and the transforming love that is thrust upon you all at once, this is Jayde's journey...

4 weeks pregnant.

I had NO idea I was pregnant, then one night I was craving dirty no brand garlic bread and my girlfriend said “What? Are you pregnant?” and she got me thinking… where was my period? I don’t even like garlic bread. So I took a pregnancy test and BOOM! I picked my eyeballs up off the floor and put them back into their sockets and called my partner who was away visiting family. As this wasn’t a planned pregnancy it did come as a surprise to both of us but, we had travelled the world intensely and it felt like this was a new exciting chapter in our lives. 

38 weeks pregnant.

It was 2am and I was asleep when my mattress turned into a waterbed. It felt like an uncontrollable warm water bomb had exploded inside me. My partner leaped out of bed to grab a towel and with a quick call to the midwife; off to the hospital we went, it was time to have a baby! 

Royal Woman’s Hospital.

A midwife performed an internal, my front waters had broken and I was only 2cm dilated. The baby was in a posterior position but the midwife said she might turn going down the birth canal. She recommended that I go home and come back when contractions had progressed. Within 10 minutes of that conversation happening my contractions began and they sent me up to a birthing suite. 

My partner and I live a drug free lifestyle, so naturally my birth plan was to go for as long as possible if not the entire way, without medical intervention.

Contractions hit hard and fast. There was no turning back now. I got straight into the bath as I really liked the idea of a calm water birth but after an hour or so I became uncomfortable and irritable. I can actually remember my partner and mum conversing over what WRAP they wanted for lunch, during a contraction this conversation blew my mind. I could not believe they were talking about such a thing while I was going through HELL. Lets just say a few “F” words came out of my mouth at that point and no food talk was mentioned from then on. 

A few hours went by and my contractions were getting closer together but the baby was still posterior which was making things more uncomfortable. I moved around the room, had a shower, bounced on an exercise ball, leaned on a wall, sat on a toilet, I tried it all. Contractions progressed rapidly and within 6 hours I was 8cms dilated and the contractions were coming so strong that I felt an outrageous urge to push with every one. The doctor had come in twice while I was laying on the floor naked and delirious, he reached up to manually turn the baby so she would face the right way but he had no luck. At this point I was screaming through every contraction and I had started on the gas, although all it did was make my head spin; it was a kind and welcomed distraction. I could hear nurses and doctors showing people the baby’s head coming through my back. 

The baby’s head was pushing on my cervix and making it swell and they needed to act fast, so they called in an anaesthetist which normally at this stage it would be too late but they needed to do something to stop me from pushing. I had three people hold my arms while my partner was trying to tell me to keep very still while the needle went in my back, being told to stay still during a posterior contraction is actually impossible but with three attempts she got the job done.


"The nurses were dressing up my partner with gloves on his head; it was a party in here! "


Why didn’t I do this at the start? I was now lying in bed watching TV and telling everyone in the room how much I loved them. The nurses were dressing up my partner with gloves on his head; it was a party in here!  I could only feel from my breasts up, and baby was content. I was told when to push and for how long, it felt like I was pretending to push because I couldn’t feel anything but apparently I was doing a good job. It was now 8pm at night and the doctor had come back in to do one last manual turn, he said that if this didn’t work I might have to have a caesarean. It didn’t work. My partner was told to put blue scrubs on and head towards the theatre room. They dosed me up one more time with an epidural so I could feel nothing from my neck down. I was tired and over it, I just wanted my baby out but I begged the doctor if he could try forceps before a Caesar and he said he will give it a go.

“One last big push Jayde, on the count of three, one…two …”

And at 10:31pm the sound of a tiny cry filled the room. My partner, with tears in his eyes was handed our perfect little girl, Mia Harlo 6 pound 8 ounces and all ours, at last. Something I was not prepared for and feel women should be aware of is afterbirth shakes, they were intense and lasted for two hours.

(Hormones, including the adrenal hormones, cause shakiness after delivery. The physiology of the woman's body changes drastically after childbirth, including the hormones and fluid shifts within the body. This is just the body's normal reaction to the hormonal changes that take place after birth; the severity varies from woman to woman)

Mia Harlo