My Son’s Birth Story 🤍

The Day I Became a Mother 🤍

My son.

My firstborn.

The first to call me mom.

In a month, he’ll be 10.

And I can’t imagine my world without him.

The Journey to Him

He was conceived after a journey that took longer than I expected.

When I finally saw that positive test, my heart knew, this was the soul I had been waiting for.

Pregnancy felt easy for me… until the end, when pelvic pain showed up and sent me to a chiropractor. That first visit began a bond with a care team who still supports my family to this day.

An Early Surprise

I was warned to pack my bag early.

But I was sure my baby would be on time or late, never crossed my mind, early.

Wrong.

One evening, at 37 weeks, after maternity photos and a delicious chocolate dessert, I went to bed.

At 1am, I woke with intense back pain…

…and my water broke.

Staying Home First

We called our doula.

I was determined to labour at home as long as possible.

She encouraged and supported me through the night. Back labour was intense.

By 6am, she suggested we head in.

Almost There

At the hospital, the nurse checked me.

9 centimetres.

Relief and excitement washed over me. We were so close.

I kept breathing, moving, and following my body’s rhythm until the urge to push arrived.

The Intense Moments

My son’s shoulders were stuck.

Shoulder dystocia.

The room shifted into urgency, the doctor stepped in, performed an episiotomy, the vacuum was used to support.

Two nurses pressed down on my belly, my knees to my ears.

Pain took me somewhere else, adrenaline kicked in and I felt nothing.

He Was Here

And then, he was out.

Safe.

I looked up into my husband’s face, inches from mine.

He looked terrified.

The panic button had been pressed; the room was full of people.

He was shielding me from the panic.

My Mom’s Hug

Later, when things had calmed, and we were settled in postpartum, my mom walked in.

I collapsed into her arms and cried.

One of the best hugs of my life.

After years of longing for a child, here he was.

I did it, all my fear of labour and delivery, and I did it!

A Decade of Love

The weeks that followed were a blur of learning, loving, and soaking him in.

Now, almost 10 years later, I’m in awe of the wonderful young man who calls me mom.

Grateful. Humbled. Blessed.

Closing

Every birth story is sacred.

Every journey to motherhood is its own tapestry of strength, love, and transformation.

🤍 I’d be honoured to witness your journey. Message me, I'd love to talk.

Nicole ♡