Andrea's Birth Story

Ever since we found out I was pregnant I was looking forward to the birth. It has never been something that I dreaded or felt frightened by. Birth for me was always going to be as natural a process as possible. I believe our bodies are designed for procreation and I could do it myself if I had to, like the thousands of generations of mothers before us. I knew my body was strong enough and knew what to do, I just needed to understand the birth process better. I spent many hours researching extensively about my local midwifery services and how I could get the best care. We were lucky enough to have community midwives in our area who did home visits, supported various different choices of birth (home, midwife-led unit, labour ward), would give me continuity of care (amazing!) and were generally lovely people. I knew then that is what I needed for my pregnancy. When I got my appointment for my first meeting with the midwives I was over the moon. Getting the right midwifery care is so important – they are your rocks through this incredibly physical and mental journey which you go on. I trusted my midwives implicitly, more than any doctor, and knowing I was in the best hands possible made all the difference.

Danielle's Birth Story

Danielle's Birth Story

In hindsight, I was obviously in labour. From about lunch time on, I’d been having tummy cramps and back pains not unlike those announcing a heavy period. It was Good Friday, 9 days before my due date, and I’d been looking forward to a long weekend off. Being self-employed, I had worked almost right up until the end. My short maternity leave was spent ticking off the long baby-to-do list following our recent move to South London. Kev, my other half, had warned me every time I mentioned just how much we were going to relax during Easter: “Dani, you’re jinxing it! If you say that one more time you’ll definitely go into labour on Good Friday!” Let’s just say that sometimes, just sometimes, he’s right…