Yipeee......I've got my very first tag!
Thanks to Ave for tagging me - hopefully this will break me out of my blogging funk at the moment.
The rules:
1. Go to the section of your computer where you store all of your photos.
2. Select the 6th folder.
3. Select the 6th photo from that folder.
4. Post and explain about that picture.
5. Tag 6 other people.
My photo:
I am just thankful that it was the 6th photo I needed to put up, otherwise it would have been a very unflattering and graphic picture of me bringing my little boy into the world!
Anyway about this pic. It was taken on 3.59am on the 17th/07/2007, easily one of the best days in my life. Xav was actually born 8 minutes later at 4.07am.
I had been in the bath for about 10 minutes, after going into transition in the shower. I had planned all along on having a water birth, so as soon as it was full I was in. Oh, to be weightless and surrounded by warm, comforting water - Perfect.
Not long after getting in the water a familiar grunt escaped from my mouth. I knew exactly what that was, but didn't possible think that it was that time yet. Moments later it happened again and there was now no denying it - I was pushing. The anicipation was mounting, it would be soon that we would meet our brand new baby. My waters had just broken in the water, I was slightly disapointed as I was hoping for him to be born in the caul.
Duane was in the water with me, splashing my exposed skin with the soothing warm water. Mum was there rubbing my back and offering sips of water in between contractions. Tracey, my gorgeous midwife, was just watching, completely hands of and just encouraging me to do what ever I wanted to. Trude was being my official papparazzi, capturing everything whilst also offering motivation from the sidelines.. I was surrounded by people that I completely trusted. My mind and body was at it's most vulnerable, yet I was comfortable and calm.
It looks really bright in the pic but the lights were off and the only lights on were coming from the spa and the flash from the camera. Everyone was calm and relaxed as we waited for the pushing contractions to intensify, and for his little head to be visible. It wasn't much longer, another 8 minutes and he was completely out. Just magic.
This photo takes me straight back there. I was strong, powerful and fully in control of birthing my boy. I was superwoman for the day!
Now, I don't have 6 people to tag so I'll have to make do with 3.
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