Guest Post: The Story of Becky


On the eve of the birth of my third child, I thought I would kick off my Newborn Story guest posts with my very own birth story written by my Mum (brilliant, no?). I just wish you all could hear how she tells it, I’ve heard this story once a year for my whole life and as I read it I can hear her voice in my head, exactly as I have heard it every year…
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The Story of Becky
I have always been clucky.   When I got married, at 20 years old, the only thing I wanted was to be a mum.   Fortunately, it didn’t take many months before I found out I was pregnant.  
 There are only a few things I remember about being pregnant – throwing up in the bathroom while Pete stood out in the lounge room calling out to see if I was ok…   throwing up into the phone at work in front of customers one lunchtime… throwing up in the park after we’d had hamburgers for Pete’s birthday…
 Once the first trimester was over, I stopped throwing up – thank goodness for that!!!
 Uncle Billy used to tell me that I glowed when I was pregnant.   Maybe it was because I was so excited about this amazing little life growing inside me.  This little life that kicked me until I had bruised ribs, the baby that I loved from the moment I knew of its existence!!!
 We didn’t want to know if the baby was a girl or a boy – I wanted a boy first because I had older brothers that looked after me and I wanted the same for my children, but I didn’t really care either way.   It didn’t matter though – Becky’s brother looked after her just the same, even though he was two years younger.   And Becky looked after her 3 brothers like a mother hen.
We decided to go to anti-natal classes.   That was interesting – I don’t remember the name of the woman who did our classes, but I do remember her relaxation technique.   She would make us sit and starting at the toes she would work her way up the body saying:  find a space in your toe, find a space in your toe, find a space in your foot, find a space in your foot, etc.   Pete and I thought it was hilarious – it didn’t help either of us relax.
Pete told me that he didn’t think he could stay for the birth, but he’d stay as long as he could.   He was true to his word, and stayed as long as he could – because they wouldn’t let him go into the operating theatre with me.   He was there every moment until then!!!
So just after midnight on the 4th of June 1983 we trundled up to the hospital after my contractions were about 5 minutes apart.  
This was it!!!
Well it would have been – if the baby hadn’t been posterior.   I remember it being a very painful time – as most women will empathise.
I was in labour for 30 hours, fully dilated and no baby.   They put a monitor on her head to monitor her.  And then my GP decided to call in the obstetrician…
He breezed in, said the baby was posterior, said I was too tired, and that I would have to go under to have the baby delivered. 
I had NEVER been in hospital before in my life.   I remember saying goodbye to Pete, absolutely certain that I was going to die.   And then I remember thinking as they pushed me down the corridor and the lights flashed past “if they’re going to put me under – why am I still in so much pain”
My next memory was waking up with Pete and Dr Spivey leaning over my bed in recovery.  I asked what the baby was (a girl) asked if she had all her fingers and toes (yes she did), said that I had a Becky Anne, and went back to sleep.
The next time I woke up, I opened my eyes, looked over to the clear cradle and saw the most beautiful baby I had ever seen in my entire life.
Becky was 6lb 13 oz – and was delivered by forceps… if she had been one ounce heavier – they would have done a Caesar. 
Becky’s deliver was a horror to me – but it can’t have been too bad because I went back to have three more children!!!

6 Comments

  1. Awww, so sweet! You made me cry!!

  2. so beautifully written, with lots of emotion. 🙂

    What a fantastic memory you have, my oldest is 9 and all i can remember is being in a lot of pain, i have no idea what the doctors names were, or what was said around me.

    Would love to see a Baby pic;)

  3. oooooh! I feel your pain!! My second was posterior (23.5 hrs and ventouse delivery…and yes, by then I was too tired as well!)

    I had a student ask me after #2 if childbirth hurt, to which I replied: OMG yes, but it doesn't matter because you sort of forget the pain, and it's all worth it.

    Thinking of Becky xxx

  4. you gave me goose bumps…

    Be well Thursday. Wishing you all the joy a baby boy brings and the mess 😉 Look forward to meeting him as well… I will be looking for pictures.

    And thank you for the wonderful award. You are amazing.

  5. What a great memory Becky! Loved it!

  6. Awwww tears and goosebumps! I'm surprised I've never actually heard this story! Hehe
    Beckeroo is the best mummy.. Coz she "learned" from the best mumeroo!!
    Love you both xxx I can't wait to meet my lil nephew!! Xoxo
    Kirdy

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