“I WON THE LABOUR LOTTERY – AGAIN”
After two fast births, Adrienne hoped she’d reach hospital in time to deliver her third bub
Adrienne’s third baby arrived in lightning quick time!
ADRIENNE BISCONTIN, 43, AND HER HUSBAND, DENNIS, 41, ARE PARENTS TO AVA, FIVE AND A HALF, SASHA, FOUR, AND MARNIE, 18 MONTHS
At three days past my due date I was starting to feel anxious. I was no stranger to labour and childbirth, as my two older daughters were born naturally, but it was the speed of those labours – four-and-a-half hours, then a mere 75 minutes – that had me worried. I had no desire to give birth on the kitchen floor.
I was also very ready for the pregnancy to end. I’d spent the final months with a cough and cold that left me tired and lethargic. My legs were constantly cramping, I couldn’t bear climbing the stairs in our home anymore, and everything – from getting dressed to cooking and cleaning – was exhausting. I knew I’d need some energy to get through labour, recover quickly and return home to look after my family.
So with pre-cooked meals for the family in the freezer, my bag packed, my hair washed and my parents staying over for a week, I was ready. That night, 20 minutes after going to bed, I sat up as a sharp pain spread through my pelvis, my lower back and the backs of my legs. I rolled over onto all fours. The first contraction! I remembered to breathe through the pain, and as it subsided I made a note of the time. Five minutes later, as I was getting dressed, another contraction hit. There was no time to lose, so my husband rang the hospital to tell them we were on our way.
My doctor arrived at the hospital soon after we did, and since I was fully dilated she broke my waters. The contractions immediately sped up to every two minutes. I tried a few puffs of gas and air, but it made me really dizzy and did nothing for the pain. I wanted to be clear-headed, lucid and able to concentrate.
I was sweaty, getting exhausted and could barely catch my breath as the contractions continued 30 seconds apart. I could hear my baby’s heartbeat on the moniter and feel it kicking around in my tummy. I felt the overwhelming urge to push, and my doctor said it was time.
I concentrated on listening to that little heartbeat. On the second push, my baby’s head crowned. All my senses were heightened; I could feel every movement of the baby’s kicks, all the drips of sweat and amniotic fluid, the sounds were deafening and the pain and heat shot throughout my whole body. Then, with one more massive push, I felt the head and torso and legs and fluid all slide out of my body at once. We had another baby girl! The doctor put her up on my chest and asked me to push one more time to deliver the placenta. I was absolutely elated and completely smitten with my baby girl, so tiny, fresh and perfect.
The next day, we moved from the hospital to the maternity ward at a nearby hotel, a penthouse oasis with king-size beds, large bathrooms and a dedicated midwife. We concentrated on feeding and sleeping, and my older daughters visited every afternoon, playing in the spa and ordering from the room-service menu. But even though I loved my three nights there, I was happy to return to my own messy home and the instant reality of life with three girls under four.