12/09/2025
The Birth of my first child, 30 years ago - September 11, 1995
Late in 1994, I discovered I was pregnant with our first child. I was only 20, and while we had hoped to start a family, it happened sooner than I had imagined. Excitement was there but I also felt a little overwhelmed.
I didnāt have much family or friends with babies, so I wasnāt sure what my options were for birth. A family friend, Anna, who was a midwife, offered to support me throughout my pregnancy. She explained I could have my appointments at home with her and even birth either there or at the Launceston Birth Centre. It sounded perfect - and it was free! This became my only plan: to trust in this care. Most of my visits were with Anna and my second midwife, Jennifer, with a few check-ins with my GP. I loved the idea of birthing in a home like environment, that was just next to the hospital if I needed it.
Pregnancy came with its ups and downs. I had a lot of morning sickness, and I remember some mornings at the hair salon having to rush to the bathroom between clients. By around 16 weeks, though, I started to feel better and enjoyed the experience more fully.
It was Sunday night, September 10th, 1995. We had just had family and friends over to celebrate my husbandās birthday (his birthday is September 11). I was 40 weeks and 12 days, tired of waiting, and decided to try a castor oil mix to bring on labour, an experiment I wouldnāt recommend! A few hours after I was rushing to the toilet, by 11 pm contractions had started.
At some point between 11pm Sunday and 4:45am Monday we made our way to the Launceston Birth Centre. I remember thinking it was the longest and worst trip of my life - having to sit still in the car during contractions was far from comfortable. It was only a 10 minute drive! Anna met us there and by 5am Jennifer my second midwife arrived. I was experiencing a lot of back pain but coping well with massage. I remember loving really firm lower back massage for every contraction ā it couldnāt be hard enough!
The labour progressed steadily. At 5:45am I was 7 cm dilated with bulging membranes. I do remember thinking this was the worst feeling, have a vaginal examination, but my midwife asked me would you like one, we donāt have to do it but if you like we can see what is going on (she mentioned recently she was surprized she did offer this because it wasnāt something she offered often). By 6:30am I was in transition, and the contractions intensified. Sitting under the shower, hot packs on my back and front, I focused on breathing and coping with the sensations. At 7:50am my membranes ruptured with clear fluid ā the pressure was intense, almost like Zacās head was ready to emerge. I now know this pressure was helping prepare my perineum for birth.
By 8:30am I was sitting on the toilet, gently breathing through each contraction, (I love that it was noted that I was breathing gently through each contraction at this point, if only I could remember feeling so in control) feeling the urge to push. By 8:45am I was sitting on a birthing stool and Zacās head was visible. At 9:00am our son Zachary Alex was born, weighing 4,170 g (9 lb 3 oz), measuring 58 cm, with a head of 37 cm. The placenta followed at 9:10am with complete membranes and an Apgar score of 10/10.
I did have some blood loss, around 600ml, and required 1ml of syntometrine. I also needed a few stitches from a small perineal tear. Despite these interventions, I remember feeling incredibly relieved, oh my goodness so relieved! And grateful!
I remember feeling exhausted afterward. We stayed a night at the birth centre, and at home, even walking up the stairs to our bedroom felt challenging. Looking back, I realize how straightforward my first birth was. At the time, it didnāt feel easy, but in hindsight, it was a relatively smooth, approximately a ten hour labour. Thatās just amazing for a first birth!
I am so grateful for the continuity of care, the time my midwives spent educating and supporting me, and the preparation that came from books like Guide to Childbirth by Ina May Gaskin, Birth Without Fear by Grantly Dick-Read, and The New Pregnancy and Childbirth by Sheila Kitzinger. I am also thankful for the birth notes my midwives gave me (Anna Holloway, and second midwife Jennifer Smyth) and our recent catch-up to go over them, which helped me remember so many details more clearly. Sadly, I have no photos or notes of my own, which is why I encourage all mums to write their birth story as soon as possible before the memories begin to fade.
I feel so humbled, thankful, and in awe of the strength of the human body, and it remains a memory I will always cherish, and I memory I wish I had more of!
Cherie