My waters broke at 3.30am, luckily I had been getting out of bed to go to the toilet anyway and I'd dumped the towel I'd used after my shower at the side of the bed. I then phoned Graham's rig because he was offshore and asked the guy in the control room to pass on a message for me when Graham got up later. And when I told him that the message was that I was in labour I thought he was away to have a canary, he spluttered that he's get someone to wake Graham straight away lol. So after that I phoned my mum and dad, so that my mum could come in and get Willow, who was only 21 months old. I then phoned the maternity hospital to let them know I was in labour and my contractions were about 5 minutes apart, and they told me to stay put, take a couple paracetamol and if i felt like taking a bath then that was fine too - they were in no hurry to see me, even though I'd explained this was my 3rd child. They told me I couldn't phone an ambulance to take me as it wasn't an emergency, and suggested I drive myself up if my partner was offshore (it would appear that this midwife had never been in labour herself!!)
Graham then phoned in a complete panic, and I explained what was going on, don't think he took any of it in though lol. So in between contractions, I got Willow up, dressed and packed a bag for her to go and stay at Nana's house. Made myself some breakfast and a cup of tea. My mum arrived at half past four and Graham phoned again while I made more tea. My contractions were just over 2 minutes apart by this time and he convinced me to call the maternity hospital back. They allowed me to phone an ambulance at this point - which I thought was mighty white of them!
The rapid response arrived first to make sure I was ok, and soon after the ambulance arrived - they were amazed at how calm I was, and the cheeky bugger of a paramedic asked if I was having twins - mind you I was pretty big (see pic below, which was taken 2 weeks before she was born, and she was 3 weeks early!!) So I left the house at 5.20am, arrived at the maternity at 5.40am. I had to wait around in the corridor of the labour ward with the paramedics until one of the midwives decided to come and see to me. So I got up on the bed, and she had a quick look and told me that baby would be arriving in either 20 minutes or 2 hours - I jokingly told her that 20 minutes suited me fine. So she hooked up the gas and air for me and disappeared off to see to another mum in labour. Within minutes I was past the point of no return and had to ring the buzzer thingy a few times. The midwife came in, took one look at me from the doorway and said "if you want to push, go for it" while she skidded over to the sink to wash her hands.
Faith Lauren Brockie was born at 6.03am exactly 23 minutes after arriving at hospital. And OMG I'm actually bubbling while typing this lol. And this is how she looked then...
We're having close family and friends round this afternoon, so hopefully I'll get some pics up once the dust has settled.