I wouldn't usually have added my birth story to the plethora of such
stories out there, except I thought there might be one or two things in it that
might be useful to others. With my three
older children the process through labour and the delivery used to last two to
three hours once I had reached hospital and end in panic with the babies’
heartbeats dropping and nurses and doctors rushing around. This time the baby was born within 20 minutes
of us reaching the hospital and with barely any assistance from the midwife
until after the birth.
I had been having contractions, whether real, or just very
strong Braxton Hicks, throughout the last month of the pregnancy and had
finally reconciled myself to the fact that the baby would come on time and I
would just have to be patient and get through the last month of my pregnancy one
day at a time. When I woke at 1am ten
days before the due date, I felt like I was having mild contractions but
thought they weren't painful enough to take seriously. I managed to go back to sleep and woke up at
3am to find I was having contractions every ten minutes or so. Again I felt that they were not severe enough
to be the real thing, except that the distance between them began to get
shorter. I paced the house for the next
hour, until the pain was every five minutes or so. When I called the hospital to let them know I
was coming in, they told me to come in when the pains were three minutes apart
and very regular. I had been told every
five minutes by my midwife, so was a little worried and decided to get ready to
go in.
Hubby woke up whilst I was on the phone, which I was pleased
about, until he got the ironing board out.
First he ironed his thobe whilst I looked on incredulous, and then he started
looking for his pants. I told him to just
come as he was. He then started to iron
and fold his turban (amama). By this
time the pains were getting stronger and closer, but still nowhere near as
severe as with my other children. I
grabbed my bags and took them downstairs and turned around to find hubby had
gone to the bathroom to make wudhu. I
yelled up the stairs to ask if he was coming, which woke my mum-in-law up. I told her not to worry, I was off to the
hospital, which obviously got her very worried.
As I left for the hospital, I started to pray Durood Sharif (invoking
Allah’s blessings on the Prophet, peace be upon him) as this is said to lead to
blessings being showered on the person reciting:
He who
invokes blessings upon Allah's Messenger (peace be upon him) once, Allah and
His Angels shower seventy blessings upon him.
Transmitted
by Ahmad (Al-Tirmidhi Hadith 935)
This is something which I found a reminder of in the book Heaven
Under Your Feet, Pregnancy for Muslim Women by Umm Hasan bint Salim (review to
follow insh’Allah). I also started to
make dua (supplication) for everyone I knew, as at such times of difficulty dua’s
are especially supposed to be accepted.
On reaching the hospital at 5am and explaining to the midwife on
duty I was having contractions three minutes apart, I was directed to a labour
room. By this time the pains were about
two minutes apart and much more severe, but still not as severe as with my
other children. I was hooked up to a foetal
monitor and left in the labour room with hubby reading Surah Yasin from the
Quran which is supposed to help in times of difficulty. I experienced four or five very painful
contractions which left me begging for pethedine. The midwife explained I had dilated five centimetres
and needed to dilate five centimetres more, so it could still be some time
before the baby was born. As the midwife
sauntered off to get the pethedine, I felt a strange pressure. With my previous three children, I was so
exhausted that I had to be directed by the midwife on when to push, this being
the case I didn’t quite recognise the pressure, until I had pushed the baby’s head
out and hubby called the midwife back.
With half the baby out, suddenly everyone sat up and started to
pay attention. The midwife asked me what
I was trying to do to her as she took hold of the baby and noted the time. In all I had been at the hospital for twenty
minutes.
Subhan’Allah after months and months of sickness, stomach pains,
stiffness, sleeplessness, contractions, headaches and utter misery, I was delirious
at the birth of my baby girl. I could
not stop laughing and giggling until about midday. I was also stunned at how easy the birth had
been given my past record.
A number of things come to mind when I think about why this
birth experience might have been easier than previous ones. Two weeks before I had been talking to another
mother at my children’s school. She recommended
two things – first to recite “Ya Mujeebo” often which is one of the names of
Allah and means “the One who responds to prayers”. The second thing she told me was to recite
the following verse from the Quran 500 times with full belief and trust in
Allah (SWT):
Thumma Ussabila
Yassarahu
Then He
eased the way for him
(Quran
80:20)
Before giving any amount of charity I could afford to the
masjid. She insisted that I would give
birth very quickly. I did so and I truly
believe that this verse from the Quran helped me.
The other thing I think helped was reciting Durood Sharif during
labour. Mum-in-law started praying
Nawafil Salaah as soon as I left the house and I think this also benefitted me. I had also asked Allah (SWT) to make my
labour and delivery quick and easy in every salah and I believe that Allah
(SWT) is the ones who hears us and helps us.
Finally it helped having hubby there. I had psyched him beforehand so that he knew
that he had to be assertive to make sure that I got good care. I think that standards in maternity care have
dropped and that you need someone quite strong and savvy to keep an eye on you
and hospital staff to make sure you don’t get ignored. Mash’Allah, I will never forget what good
care he took of me during this period.
Alhamdulillah I feel so blessed with my little girl right
now. I hope that this post is of some
benefit to someone else insh’Allah, and I pray Allah (SWT) bestows ease on all
sisters who are pregnant right now insh’Allah.
Asalaamu Alaikum
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my birth for my 3rd child. I nearly had her in the taxi. Like your husband I was busy taking a shower and eating my breakfast instead of rushing to the hospital as I should have. All those braxton-hicks really helped you to get your body ready for an easy labour. It happened to me like that too. Other women reading this should be forewarned! Masha Allah I'm amazed that you now have 4 kids because the Pakistanis here in Canada thinks its horrible to have more than 3 kids and love to attack me for having 10 kids. I guess the UK Pakistanis are different? As for me I think all children are a blessing. I wish most Muslims would see it that way.
Asalaam Alaikum
ReplyDeleteI agree with your comments that standards have dropped in maternity wards. This is due to the lack of staff I believe.
I almost gave birth in the induction room and they had to wheel me to the delivery room because they left it all so late.
interesting you mention that book.. Ive read a copy and there were a few things that confused me so Ill be awaiting your review insha'Allah
ReplyDeleteassalamualaikum, those things you mentioned, can you please provide authentic proof that this is from the Qur'an and sunnah ? (the reciting 500 times and all those other things you mentioned... I am curious to know if this is an authentic practise that the prophet peace be upon him did.. jazakiAllah kheyr. and lovely story.
ReplyDeleteS.A.W said: prayer is the sword of all believers and also it is an act of worship/supplication to Allah. She performs the adhkar with the intention of requesting something tangible from Allah and therefore prayer is involved as it is an act of the Prophet S.A.W.
DeleteAlhamdullilahi Rabbil Alamiina
ReplyDeleteThank you. This story gave me hope.
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