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Ellas birth story

Updated: Nov 24, 2020


I love sharing birth stories and as this little lady's first birthday approaches I can't think of a better time to share how Ella came into the world. Her mum and I just clicked at my Doula interview and she knew exactly what she wanted from her birth experience. She had researched, she has taken time to learn and she knew her rights. I hope you enjoy reading this and if you have any questions then just drop me a line....


Ella's birth story as told by her Mummy Philippa:



It's sounds weird but for a long time, probably from around week 32 of pregnancy, I had a very strong inclination as to when Ella would arrive. That feeling became stronger as the weeks went on and I was adamant that I knew exactly when she'd arrive! Funnily enough I was right!


Friday 25th October, was the day we had a wall being knocked out in our house. I was nervous about all the dusty work and this was the biggest thing to happen (dust wise!). The wall came down, (yes!) and I went off to have the most amazing reflexology massage in the afternoon. My husband James and I had a lovely dinner out with friends that evening and during dinner I 'didn't feel right'. I couldn't put my finger on what was going on but I knew something was different.


When we got home, I still felt a bit weird, but said nothing because I didn't want to get my hopes up - after all, surely I couldn't be right about the baby coming that very weekend?!


We sat at the dining table to have a cup of tea and all of a sudden I felt a gush of water in my knickers. I knew I hadn't peed myself and it was something else. As I walked to the bathroom it happened again and when I got to the bathroom there was blood - the bloody show had arrived!! So I texted our lovely doula Jemma to let her know.


The next morning, Saturday 26th, I woke up still not feeling right, and when we were both downstairs in the kitchen I suddenly had this overwhelming and involuntary rush of emotion come over me that made have my first, light, surge. The baby was coming!


Being in constant contact withJemma helped us keep calm and know that everything was fine and as it should be, we went about our day normally. We watched the rugby semi final in the morning with me bouncing on my ball, doing my breathing exercises whilst having surges. We went to Waitrose to stock up on food and snacks with me having surges in the food aisles (haha!!). Throughout the day they were slowly getting stronger, for longer, around 40 seconds, and about 6 mins apart. My husband James blew up the pool just so it was ready.


Jemma popped over in the evening to check on us, and the moment she arrived, all my surges came to an abrupt halt. It really is true what they say about your environment being your sanctuary. I felt comfortable with Jemma and even her arrival was enough to slow things down. She sat with us for a bit and left. She said things tend to ramp up in the middle of the night so advised I go to bed early. 


By 2am I was having, what felt to me, as very strong surges that I found a little more uncomfortable laying down so I had absolutely no sleep! Instead I was up on the bed on all fours doing lots of the hip and spine rocking that I learned from pregnancy yoga.


Jemma told me I'd know when to call her, so by 2.30am, we called and she arrived at about 3am. Things slowed a little when she arrived but it all quickly came back after she'd been with us a short while. Being in bed had made things much more uncomfortable, whereas  being upright help. She helped me with extra positions and she put pressure on my lower spine/hips when a surge came which really helped release tension, as my baby was suspected back to back.