After Eathan’s birth I believe that a child’s character can be reflected in his or her birth if you pay attention to the details. It is purely because of this we named our beautiful son Eathan Indigo – meaning strength, persistence and light.
Having said that the only way I can look at the birth of this wonderful individual is with humour – something that may seem strange if you look at the facts: 42 weeks term at induction; two C-section scares one which (luckily) failed because by some strange humorous fate there was no theatre for us and the ambulance refused to transport a woman so far in labour to another hospital; two failed suction attempts to get Eathan out – one with the Kiwi and one with the Ventouse and then finally Eathan born with forceps 16 hours after the induction started. So here it is – the humorous version of my sons very difficult birth into a what was at that time a very strange and unlikely community of people in the room.
I had a very healthy pregnancy and when it came to the birth I happily (yet naively) thought it would be the same – so much so that we even planned a lotus birth – no cutting of the umbilical cord – something we were going to have to explain to our parents later…So all happy and positive at 42 weeks we went in for an early morning induction – ready to have Eathan out by say 9 am the morning and home by lunch time I thought. Without detailing all the medical weirdness of that day I skip to the stage after the first suction attempt and lost theatre and the unwilling ambulance when we (at least I was) were ready to give up. The midwives called the backup-backup Gynaecologist to come and assist and I was waiting anxiously – having had no pain medication I was pretty ready to have my baby.
Finally, I heard a female voice from the hallway shout “Don’t worry, the doctor is here!” and I was relieved – expecting a serious and dull Grey’s Anatomy lookalike – yet finding myself face to face with a woman dressed in a pair of jeans and a little miss muffin T-shirt. Needless to say, my feelings of trust were not strong and my hopes were not high. “Don’t worry honey.” she said, “We’ll get this baby out!”.
So things unfolded and the scene surrounding Eathan’s birth was thus as follows. Me on the bed in stirrups, very nervous and tired. To my left, my husband, holding my hand and praying feverishly. To my right, an unknown middle-aged anaesthesiologist holding my hand and rubbing my back shouting praises and encouragement all the way. At my feet – the very confident Gynaecologist and two midwives assisting. In this chaos, with shouting and praying and crying Eathan was finally born, surrounded with joy and relief and great expectation from two new parents and a couple of strangers. He was strong all that time – while we kind of lost it – Eathan was strong and he still is. He is now a very healthy, happy and strong 2 year-old with a quirky sense of humour and powerful sense of self.
So to end this tale my husband and I would like to say thank you – firstly to God for intervening in such a special and very unexpected way and secondly to the midwives – who in the midst of this unforeseen chaos kept it together and helped birth our boy.
Things may not happen as you hoped, but if you have faith in God it will happen as it should.