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Sophia’s story – a positive and empowering attempted HBAC

My beautiful baby Victoria was born on 14 July at 41+5 weighing 7lb 1oz. She is my second baby.

I had an unplanned c section with my first after two days of 2 in 10 contractions and a mini panic attack which prompted me to transfer in to hospital (had planned a home birth). Once in hospital I had a lot of unnecessary interventions that caused my son (and I) distress and I opted for a c section over further interventions.

When I got pregnant this time I knew the birth was going to be different and early on I planned an intervention free home birth after c section (HBAC). I also engaged private midwives at around 20 weeks pregnant to provide continuity of care.

At 31 weeks I had a private 4D scan where I was told baby was lying in the breech position. I wasn’t too phased by this as my son had also been breech at around the same gestation but then turned. As the weeks went on however I started to notice a hard lump at the top of my uterus that I hadn’t remembered feeling with my son. My midwife thought they might be knees at our 36 week antenatal appointment. I wasn’t sure however and booked in for a presentation scan at 37+1 when it was confirmed that baby was breech. The sonographer classed it as a footling breech but since doing a lot of research she was actually a complete breech with dropped feet. The doctor I saw after that scan basically told me my only option was an elective c section at 39 weeks. I said I was certainly not taking that option and would do my own research and even if I felt a c section was safer I would not choose the day, I would wait to go into labour because then I know my baby is ready to be born and you never know she could turn head down at any point.

Over the next week I did A LOT of research and concluded that a planned breech home birth was what I felt would allow the ideal conditions for a physiological safe birth.

Unfortunately I was told by my private midwives that they were not breech competent and thus could no longer support me at home, only as advocates, so if I still wanted a home birth I needed to arrange that with the hospital.

Arranging a breech HBAC with my hospital was no easy feat. I think I was probably the first person to request a breech HBAC. The last breech home birth was 5 years ago and that wasn’t an HBAC. It wasn’t until my due date that I finally received a letter from the hospital agreeing to support my birth plan with the help of an amazing independent midwife who luckily already had a contract with the hospital and was confident to support a breech birth. My private midwives were supposed to also attend the birth as advocates but at 40+5, the company they are employed by withdrew the contract so I lost their support which really upset me but at least I still had the plan in place with the hospital.

All of this fighting for the birth plan I wanted and the emotional rollercoaster it caused I have no doubt delayed me going into labour. I was getting period like pains for weeks and then in the week before I went into labour I would get bouts of contractions at night that would die off by the morning.

At 41+4, after dropping off my son at nursery, my husband and I decided to go for brunch at a nearby cafe. Whilst there, I had about 5 mild contractions and felt that things might be starting. After brunch I spent the rest of the day relaxing on my sofa watching Netflix and had a nap. Mild contractions kept coming and going about every 10-20 minutes. At around 6pm as I was preparing dinner I felt a couple of stronger contractions that I needed to breathe through. I texted my independent midwife (IM) and doula to let them know something might be starting. Sure enough a couple of hours later contractions ramped up and were coming at a more regular frequency and greater intensity. My IM lives only 10 minutes away so she popped round for a quick check in. All was well with me and baby so she went home to rest and I went to bed to try and sleep as best I can and save energy.

Just before midnight I had a very intense contraction which caused my waters to break quite spectacularly. I jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet, losing my mucus plug in one huge blob on the way. It was all quite exciting for me because with my first, my waters were artificially ruptured so to feel my body doing it naturally was exhilarating and it gave me a mental boost that things were progressing well. I texted my IM and doula and suggested they make their way over. I had a quick shower and went downstairs. My husband started sorting out the pool and thankfully my son was fast asleep. Over the next 3 hours I laboured in mostly upright positions and got in the pool (which felt amazing!).

At around 4am, the consultant midwife and a band 7 NHS midwife arrived (this was part of the plan agreed with the hospital). My living room started to feel quite crowded and I was getting more and more tired so I decided to go up to bed and lie down. The contractions felt more painful lying down but at least in between contractions I was able to rest.

At around 6am I agreed to my first VE. I was ecstatic to find out that I was 5cm and my baby’s bum and foot were engaging. My midwife said she could feel my baby’s toes curl around her fingers when she touched her foot! It seemed I was going to have a ‘dropped foot’ complete breech birth as I had expected. I had seen a birth video recently like this and decided to watch it again with my husband for motivation.

I then went back down to the living room and stayed upright which I felt was the position I managed best through the contractions which were now 3 in 10. After a couple of hours I was feeling very tired again so went back to my bedroom for the next few hours alternating between standing through each contraction and perching on the side of the bed whilst the midwives would knock on my door every 15 minutes to listen in to baby. All observations were reassuring but contractions weren’t getting any more intense or closer together. I eventually asked if we could change the listening in frequency to 30 minutes as I felt every 15 minutes was too frequent and was potentially disturbing progress.

At around 10am I was offered another VE but I declined and pushed it back to 12pm. I decided to change location and went to my son’s room who by that point my husband had taken to nursery. I had quite a few intense contractions and kept losing more amniotic fluid. I thought things might be ramping up. At 12pm I accepted my second VE, was feeling so hopeful, but unfortunately it was bad news. I was still 5cm, my baby’s foot was now poking through my cervix and her bum had actually moved back up my pelvis. This meant that there was a greater risk of cord prolapse due to there not being a tight wedge over my cervix. At this point the advice of all the midwives was to transfer to hospital. I was really unsure. In the weeks leading up to the birth I had connected with an expert in breech birth and decided to call her to ask for her opinion as well. She said that baby was probably trying to move themselves into a more optimal position for birth and although she had supported women to birth ‘dropped feet’ breech babies this was done in a hospital setting. Based on this I decided to go into the hospital and continue my labour there with every intention to still have a vaginal birth.

I refused to go in an ambulance as I live less than a 5 minute drive away. Despite this, the consultant midwife arranged for two ambulances to turn up at my house! I just walked passed them and my doula drove me and my IM to the hospital. Such a waste of resources!

At the hospital, I was lucky that the pool room was free. It was nice and spacious although a bit too bright because there were no blinds just frosted windows. I had told my IM I did not want a cannula and she was amazing in not even letting the anesthetist into the room to offer it to me! (I only found this out afterwards). I agreed to 30 minutes on the CTG and baby was doing just fine so I then reverted to intermittent monitoring every 30 minutes. I was determined to birth my baby, I was moving all around the room and used the pool for pain relief but I was losing strength as the day went on so I started to ask about other options for pain relief. I had 2 paracetamols, tried gas and air but didn’t like it. Considered pethidine so I could potentially sleep but then decided against it. An epidural was always a firm no due to wanting full sensation in my body for birth and my risks of complications being higher due to a couple of minor back conditions I have. So in the end I just carried on with my deep breathing and paracetamol.

At around 5pm I agreed to my third VE. Was absolutely gutted to find out I was still 5cm but was excited to hear that my baby had moved her foot back out of my cervix and her bum was now the presenting part (but not yet engaged). The mood music in the room was certainly one of this is not good, a c section is looking necessary but I was feeling positive that she was now in a better position and I just needed to do all I could to help her move down. So I asked for 2 more hours and even if I only made 0.5cm progress that would keep me going. So I got up, did some deep squats, my amazing doula and IM did the ‘labour dance’ (search it on You Tube- it’s great!) with me and I just kept upright moving around to hopefully encourage gravity to do its thing.

At 7:30pm I was checked again but sadly no change at all, still 5cm and there was swelling on my cervix. By this point my temperature had gone up slightly, there was some meconium in my waters, and baby’s baseline heart rate had gone up. As much as I didn’t want to accept it, I had to look at the situation – it was well over 24 hours from the first contractions – and realised at this point the safest way to birth my baby would have to be a c section.

I had a good cry as the anaesthetist inserted a cannula and read through the procedure and risks for a spinal block and c section. I reluctantly signed the paperwork and made my way to the operating theatre. I found my strength to ensure my gentle c section wishes were met so I had the curtain dropped when she was born, delayed cord clamping, my cord tie placed on her, skin to skin in theatre and the midwives took pictures of her birth. She was so calm when she was born, as though she slept through the whole thing!

The surgery felt like it took longer than with my first with a lot more tugging and pulling. I was also told that the incision had to be made slightly further down to my previous one, so now I have a scar for each baby but to be honest I don’t mind, might as well have a mark for each! The doctor said he didn’t see any signs of scar dehiscence so that was good news. The placenta looked really healthy although the cord was shorter than average which could potentially be a reason she was breech?

She was born at 21:16 and despite being 41+5 by that point, only weighed 7lb 1oz! Looking at her tiny bum, I did start to think how difficult it would have been for her to engage and apply enough pressure to my cervix! I really needed her head!

After the section I spent an hour in recovery and then a day on the postnatal ward before going home. The first week postpartum I was in a lot of pain and so upset that I ended up with another c section, another long recovery and another missed opportunity to experience a physiological birth. I can’t help but feel I am broken in some way given both times I planned a home birth and went into spontaneous labour but still ended up with sections. But looking at the facts, I had a long latent phase with my first with no sleep and got tired which factored into me transferring in and then not having the knowledge I have now to decline the unnecessary interventions that were made. And this time sadly it was an awkward breech presentation that just wouldn’t descend.

The things I am grateful for is that both times my babies chose their birthdays, we both experienced labour and my second labour experience in particular was really positive and empowering even though it didn’t end the way I had hoped.

I’m not currently planning on having any more children but if I do I will be attempting a hba2c and hopefully will be third time lucky!

Filed Under: Birth Stories, Featured Tagged With: complete breech, emergency c-section, footling, HBAC, home, hospital transfer, independent midwife, planned, VBAC

Natalie’s story – a c-section in labour for a footling breech baby

My pregnancy was low risk, straightforward and with the usual pregnancy symptoms. I was active until the end of pregnancy by walking our dog every day.

We found out our baby was breech on a scan at 35 weeks. I tried everything to turn her – spinning babies, inversions, moxibustion, chiropractor, lots of walking and gardening (being on all fours). After a position scan at 37+2 confirming she was a flexed breech we agreed to the ECV to try to turn her at 37+4. The ECV was unsuccessful as baby was well and truly wedged in my ribs. She coped really well with the ECV (whereas I found it quite stressful and uncomfortable). It did, however, make me feel at peace with the fact that my baby was breech and I don’t think I could have done anything else to turn her! I finally started enjoying my very low down kicks instead of stressing about her position.

We initially agreed to an elective caesarean at 39 weeks as the only realistic option presented by the obstetric team that day. However, on leaving the hospital I was devastated. I felt she was not ready and surgery seemed a huge reaction to a healthy baby and mother when the only issue was her position. The next morning I called my community midwives who were incredible supportive and directed me towards AIMS and referred me back to the consultant midwife at my hospital to discuss other options.

After doing 2 days of research into vaginal breech births I was really confident I wanted to try. I cancelled my elective caesarean and came up with birth preferences with the consultant midwife. It was highlighted to me that my birth would likely be influenced by the skills and experience of those on duty.

With my plan in place and me feeling much more confident we enjoyed our last week before she arrived! I did lots of batch cooking, swimming, walking the dog and just really trying to enjoy ourselves.

The day before I went into labour we had spent a stunning day at the seaside; walking, enjoying the sunshine and fish & chips on the beach. I went to bed that evening feeling completely normal.

Contractions started really mildly at 4am. They woke me up and felt very different to Braxton Hicks, I took paracetamol and tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. I ended up downstairs on my birth ball. The contractions became regular very quickly but then slowed and got more intense. My partner took our dog out for a walk at 9am and my contractions basically stopped and only restarted when he got back. I also felt very nauseous at this point. We attended my community midwife appointment at 11am. Contractions continued throughout the appointment (and the 30 minutes spent stood in the car park because of the fire alarm). I came home, had lunch and bounced on a ball for the afternoon. Contractions continued at variable intervals, intensities and lengths. Nausea and indigestion were pretty unpleasant as well – I was having my bowels open many times for the clear out! I managed to breathe through contractions and could talk and walk through most of them. The worst discomfort was when I stood still outside and felt it in my bum and hips.

By about 5pm I wanted a change of scenery so got in the bath. This shortened my contractions but increased the frequency. According to the Freya app I wasn’t ever in established labour but I called the hospital just in case. I wanted a plan for the evening and I thought there was no point in heading in. However, because baby was breech and we’d be delivering on the labour unit they wanted me straight in for assessment.

This was the least pleasant part of my birth story. We arrived in the hospital at 8:30pm and started the CTG monitoring. Sitting in a chair whilst labouring and not knowing whether we’d come or go was so stressful and uncomfortable. We tried to joke around and keep positive but more than anything I just wanted to go home. When I was allowed to stand I breathed and danced through the surges. Eventually, I had a VE and was happy to hear I was 4cm although the midwife could only feel her feet. Immediately afterwards my waters broke. There was light meconium staining but this is normal for a breech.

We were taken around to the labour unit at around 10pm. Once on the labour unit I wanted to settle in. We’d agreed to wireless monitoring but it was very problematic and intermittent. My partner went back to the car and got my bag, put music on and we had dim lighting.

The specialist registrar came in and discussed our footling presentation. I requested a ultrasound and ‘thorough’ VE in order to confirm the presentation had switched from flexed to footling. It was confirmed I was now 7cm and baby’s feet were definitely below her bum. They explained the biggest risk was cord prolapse and that a footling presentation is a contraindication to vaginal birth under RCOG guidelines. We asked questions about the likelihood of an emergency caesarean under general anaesthetic and risk to baby of cord prolapse. We requested a few minutes to discuss our options and came to the conclusion that with the risks of a vaginal birth combined with the confidence of the medical team in delivering a footling breech vaginally our best option at that time was an immediate caesarean. One downside was that no one read my birth preferences or offered me any pain relief. I wanted to use my TENS and gas & air but didn’t get to try either. On reflection, for the medical team caring for us it was more of an emergency than I was aware of. Also, at no point were my contractions indicative of established labour. They were powerful but only every 5 minutes or so despite my labour progressing very rapidly. I’d gone from 4-7cm in a hour with moving units, never having time to ‘settle in’, constantly having the monitoring adjusted, an ultrasound and vaginal exam.

I felt very confident in myself and my baby to deliver safely but did not have the same confidence in those looking after me. On reflection, with the attitude and staff confidence levels in delivering breech babies I would make the same decision again in the same scenario. However, I might have made a different decision somewhere else with a different attitude to vaginal breech birth.

After agreeing to the caesarean, less than 10 minutes later we were in theatre. Despite my birth preferences not being followed again we just tried to keep calm and get through it. I was shaking terribly due to the fact I was still having contractions and in a very cold operating theatre. The anaesthetist and assistant were the kindest, friendliest people though and really tried everything to make it positive for us. I had to have the spinal on my side as I was still contracting and they did not want labour to progress any further than it had. The anaesthetist was incredible and managed to do an effective spinal despite me not being about to stop shaking uncontrollably. The shaking was also worsened by having the spinal and is a common side effect. Although it wasn’t what I ‘wanted’ the staff were so professional, supportive and explained what they were doing. Her birth was very rapid and she arrived on her due date at 11:55pm. However, she was straight off to the paediatric doctor and it took a couple of minutes for her to cry but she then bawled loudly and for a long time. The anaesthetist was keeping us updated but I couldn’t stop crying and was just desperate to have her in my arms. The staff had placed the ECG monitoring and gown so that I could have skin to skin as soon as possible. Very quickly she was passed to me and they finished off the section with her on my chest and my partner by my side. I was still shaking but so relieved and happy to be talking to and holding my baby.

We were wheeled back to the labour unit for recovery where she latched on with a bit of help from the midwives. After an hour I was allowed to eat and savoured the NHS standard of tea and toast whilst my partner had skin to skin.

At 3am my baby and I were taken to the ward for recovery where we were both monitored and were absolutely fine. We stayed in the hospital for nearly 2 days but I was keen and ready to leave after the first! Although we had an emergency caesarean in my mind it was a speedy caesarean to prevent risks. Recovery has been straightforward and we are settling at home well.

I feel my story was very positive because I was informed and empowered throughout my pregnancy and labour. Although it was not the perfect birth I had initially envisaged I always felt in control. I knew that a caesarean was a likely outcome for a vaginal breech birth as a first time mother so we had prepared ourselves for it. I felt incredibly powerful as I had managed to get so far using breathing and could ask questions and make rational, informed decisions. My baby chose when she wanted to arrive and I feel I made the right decision at the right time for us both.

Filed Under: Birth Stories, Featured Tagged With: ECV, emergency c-section, footling, hospital, planned

Arlo’s story : a footling breech freebirth

By Tess Bell

Here’s my story about Arlo Herbie Bell 6lb 6oz born feet first at home on 29th November 2019 at 4.08am.

A bit of history about me – I have the biggest hospital and needle phobia ever. As a child I spent 2 years in and out of Ipswich hospital, I was 4 at the time and had a cyst on my throat, it ended in 5 operations (because the hospital never removed it properly the first 4 times) and 2 years of my life in and out of the hospital and the doctors.
I was pinned down and forced to have all my hospital treatment, I used to beg and sob for them not to hurt me again but they still did, I had no trust in these people that forced horrible things onto me or my parents who allowed it to happen and pinned me down too, I felt so alone and lost, why were all these hospital staff and my mum forcing me through this hell? I fought with all my might with every needle, anaesthetic, plaster, ‘magic cream’, everything they were doing to me was a fight, a fight I never won! What are they trying to do to me? Kill me? No one explained what was happening or why, I just knew when we turned up at this horrible place everyone forced horrible things onto me and I didn’t understand why! I felt so helpless and afraid! It was torture and it has stayed with me forever, it’s something I’ve had to live with all my life, this horrible demon that follows me round and lives with me. Due to this I refuse all needles and refuse any kind of treatment I’m not happy with, the control was taken away from me as a child so I have to be in control with any medical situation now and I’m against any medical intervention if it can be avoided!
I tried to have therapy a few years ago but the memories and phobia were so bad that the therapist ended up giving up as she was getting nowhere with me.
I was diagnosed with a unicornuate urterus and 1 kidney during an ultrasound scan for a misscarriage, I’d had 1 successful vaginal delivery but I kept miscarrying when trying for our 2nd baby. I knew my urterus was efficient – it always miscarried early and fully without needing any medical intervention and the miscarriage was because the baby hadn’t stuck properly or in the right place. I’ve had 6 miscarriages in total.
We had our second baby, I went through the pregnancy refusing bloods as I had first time but because they knew about my uterus this time I was sent for lots of growth scans, everytime I saw the consultant they discussed why I’d refused bloods which bought my bad memories flooding back and ended in sobs of tears, at 37 weeks they said they will be inducing me as the baby is too small. I knew my baby was fine and I trusted my instincts so I refused induction and they were awful about it and had me sobbing yet again as they told me to come back next week and explained they would be persuading me to be induced and my home birth couldn’t happen, so I cancelled my appointments and never went back, I had the baby at 40+5 by myself at home in the bath with a quick, painless beautiful labour and he was 6lb 6oz and perfectly healthy.
Baby number 3 was a surprise, the pregnancy was the same with growth scans and constant tears everytime my past was brought up because I had refused bloods, I ended up writing a note on the front of my notes to say I do not wish to discuss bloods please respect my decision for my own mental wellbeing but this was ignored yet again. I had all my scans at Norwich hospital but due to where I lived had to have the Ipswich team for the home birth and after care. Baby was breech at the 32 week ultrasound but 2 midwives had said he was head down at 34 and 35 weeks (must have been thanks to the week of walking I’d done at Disneyland at 33 weeks).
At 36 weeks I was sent to Ipswich hospital to see the homebirth team to book the birth in. I was dreading this, I couldn’t even drive past the place without having awful flash backs of my childhood but I knew I had to face it to get the home birth I wanted. I was asked about my phobia yet again and then asked to go into further detail about it, I said I can but it’ll really upset me but she wanted me to go ahead so I did in floods of tears of course, she then felt my tummy and told me baby is breech so I can’t have a home birth or a vaginal birth, a c section is my biggest fear, putting my trust in their hands wasn’t something I could mentally deal with. I left the appointment crying, I got in the car and called my husband, I was an emotional mess, barely being able to talk through the sobbing, then it hit me, the panic, I had a panic attack, I couldn’t breathe! Hubby stayed on the phone trying to get me to breathe and after 20 minutes I started to calm down enough to drive myself home, I sobbed the entire journey then fell into a heap on my husband when I got home, I said I can’t do this anymore (I had been diagnosed with PTSD a few years previously due to my traumatic childhood experiences and I couldn’t let that dark place consume me again) my husband said ignore them, do what you need to do for you!
I booked a private scan the next day which showed the baby was footling breech, I told the home birth midwife the outcome and she said you can’t deliver a footling breech naturally. I cancelled my next scan to give me time to try turn him, I then spent weeks trying to turn him, moxibustion, pulsatilla, spinning babies, laying upside down on an ironing board, frozen peas on his head, sitting up right but nothing worked.
I put my phone on silent and ignored all the hospital calls, I cancelled all my appointments, I knew I could do this and I knew my body and trusted my instincts. I had to ignore them and concentrate on me for my own sanity, I had started having flash backs from my childhood and couldn’t mentally cope with anymore pressure from the medical staff trying to force things onto me.
From ‪36 – 39‬ weeks I was harassed, I was getting phone calls, voicemails and appointment letters constantly from both hospitals, midwives and my Dr’s surgery. The midwife that caused my panic attack even turned up at my house but I wasn’t in! They even tried making contact through Facebook by a mutual friend who happened to be a midwife! Then I received a signed for letter, it was Ipswich hospital (signed by the same lady that turned up at my house) stating if I vaginally birthed a footling breech my baby would die and if he was transverse we’d both die! I had no support so knew my only way forward was to free birth!
I did all my research online and read lots of positive breech birth stories, the more I researched the more I realised how possible it all was, I was totally prepared.
At 39+6 I went into labour, I kept active spending 30 mins at a time in different positions, laying on my side in bed, in the bath, on my birthing ball, on all fours, walking round the coffee table. After 4 hours I felt it was getting close, I got in the bath on all fours tried pushing but nothing happened, I told hubby that I think I’m ready to push before baby is ready to come so I waited an hour and breathed through my contractions, I stood in the bath and rocked my hips I kept getting the urge to push but nothing happened, I had read that breech babies can make you want to push too soon, I tried to resist the urge as much as I could, I knew when the time came I had to go for it so the head didn’t get stuck, I could feel it getting close but wasn’t 100% sure when the right time to push was as it was so different to the head down experiences. I couldn’t get in a good position so sat on the toilet and did a push, I could feel him coming, I jumped back in the bath and squatted, I felt for the cord in case of a prolapse but I could feel feet so I pushed and shouted hubby. I put my hands down and felt legs, I quickly pushed again whole heartedly and as hard as I could, I knew I wanted the head to follow the body. He flew out and I caught him in the bath and instantly pulled him up out of the water and he cried straight away. It took 2 pushes and about 10 seconds for him to be born, it was the most painful, intense feeling, 10 times worse than the previous two with the pain of him coming out but it was worth it to avoid medical intervention. I sat on a bin bag that was in the toilet and within 2 minutes the placenta fell out, we waited an hour and hubby sterilised a hair band and scissors and cut the cord. I wanted this special moment to be calm, I wanted it to just be us to enjoy, no rushing around and midwives turning up. I showered and got dressed while hubby dressed the baby, I made myself comfortable on the sofa then the children woke up, it was perfect as though this baby had just appeared, they instantly loved him. I text the midwife and told her he was here, she came out that afternoon to weigh him and register the birth, she checked us both over and said we were both perfectly healthy.
It was the best decision I made, I knew what I was capable of and I trusted my instincts, it was very painful and very intense towards the end but it was so worth it to avoid any more mental damage and a c-section.
2 days after birth a different midwife came to do the newborn checks, she was lovely and very old school and in previous years had been an independent midwife, she asked all about the labour and I discussed the whole story with her.
She was over joyed, she said she was so pleased I stood my ground, she said she wished more pregnant women were as assertive as I was and that breech is just a variation of normal. She said years ago she would deliver breech twins without a second thought and nowadays they just get every breech in for a section. She also said every mother has a choice and it makes her cross that they don’t stipulate that, they just say you have to have a section when they should be saying we can offer you a section but it’s your choice! She was so supportive and so pleased that I had ignored them and free birthed, she also said she would be taking the news back to Ipswich and passing it on so it gets back to the midwife that wrote the letter and upset me so much.
My advice is to trust your instincts, you know your body better than anyone, your body was made to carry and birth a child, it is your body, your baby also therefore your choice!

Filed Under: Birth Stories, Featured Tagged With: diagnosed, footling, freebirth, home, planned, unassisted, vaginal

An unassisted footling breech homebirth in pictures

http://birthwithoutfearblog.com/2012/01/31/pictures-footling-breech-baby-born-into-dads-hands/

Filed Under: Birth Stories Tagged With: diagnosed, footling, freebirth, home, photos, planned, unassisted

A story of many breeches, from the 1940s onwards

A story of many breeches, from the midwife’s own birth as a footling breech baby in WWII, to others she has attended during her career…

“The best part of the story is the old doctor’s instructions for when to call, i.e., how to tell when the time was right. His first instruction was to do nothing! and see if labor goes away. Then eat bread and butter (still my favorite food) and drink beer, and then do nothing! He instructed my mother that when the labor got so intense that she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, she should go for a walk in the garden or the hallways of the cloister with one of the nuns. He told her to do some slight breathing during contractions and lean on the wall, the fence or a nun. After that she should again do nothing!

He further advised that if she thought she couldn’t do anything anymore she should lie down on her left side with two pillows between her legs and do nothing! At this point he said she should tell the nuns to feed the donkey. When the donkey was full, they should hitch the wagon to the donkey and go get the doctor. He told her when he got to the cloister he would eat some food, have some beer and check in with her and that he would still have lots of time to prepare for the birth.”

http://www.midwiferytoday.com/articles/footlingbreech.asp

Filed Under: Birth Stories Tagged With: diagnosed, footling, home, midwife, undiagnosed

An unassisted undiagnosed footling breech birth

An unassisted undiagnosed footling breech birth

“The children said I “screamed a bit”, but I felt every centimetre of my baby descending, and I could hold the growing pressure in my vagina, without contracting against it. In this way, progress was very quick — two or three pushes, and not even a strong stretching feeling, and I said, “I’m crowning”. One more push and “Here’s the head”. Yet strangely I had no feeling of my push finishing easily at the baby’s neck.”

“We were in candlelight, and I was tucked into the darkest corner of the spa bath. Nicholas had a torch ready, and he shone it into the water to check the baby. “It’s a foot”, he said. I turned, my baby still half in my body, and saw a left leg waving in the water. Nicholas leant down — I still don’t know how did it without getting wet — and freed the other leg, which was straight against her belly, held only by the foot.”

“Standing with ease, I leaned forward, my hands supporting her slippery little legs and bottom, and, without waiting for the next wave, I pushed. Out came her chest, arms spilling out, cord tumbling and tangled, then lastly, with one push, her head. I scooped her up into my arms, to the warmth of my heart. She was like a little bundle of kelp; floppy, blue and not breathing. (The children said later “We thought she was a dead baby”.) “We love you, baby, we love you,” they cried, calling her in. After twenty or thirty seconds — it seemed longer, but Nicholas was watching her closely — she opened one eye, squeaked, and took a breath, pinking up straight away.”

http://www.positivebirthstories.com/2009/10/02/maias-birth/

Filed Under: Birth Stories Tagged With: footling, freebirth, home, unassisted, undiagnosed, vaginal

A calm undiagnosed footling breech birth at home

A calm undiagnosed footling breech birth at home

“Everything seemed to be going well, and at two weeks out the baby dropped. I have to admit, right before the baby dropped, I thought there was a chance she had changed positions, but being it was a first for me I didn’t speak up and let Annette know. A word for the wise…

always trust your instincts!!!”

“I couldn’t have been more grateful with how smoothly things went considering the circumstances. I am so thankful Annette knew exactly how to handle things. Looking back I would not change a thing. If I would have known Emsley was breech, I would have been tempted to go the medical route and more than likely I would have ended up with a C-section. I am now even more confident about having a home birth as I head into it for a second time.”

http://thepromiselandfarm.com/birth-story-collections-emsleys-breech-home-birth/

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Footling breech baby caught by dad – with photos!

A planned unassisted footling breech birth at home!

http://birthwithoutfearblog.com/2012/01/31/pictures-footling-breech-baby-born-into-dads-hands/

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An unplanned unassisted footling breech birth at home!

An unplanned unassisted footling breech birth at home!

“What was most interesting to me was that my contractions never got closer together than 3 minutes. This was part of the reason we held off calling the midwife because both Artene and I thought we still had quite a bit of time left to go.”

“On the next contraction, Joseph’s first foot popped out and I was completely shocked. I didn’t even feel him coming down the birth canal since, you know, feet are so much smaller and more slender than a gigantic HEAD, so the foot was a total shock to me.”

“I could NOT believe what had just happened. We had planned a home birth and everything was perfect. Then, in less than 12 hours, we found out he was breech, I went into labor, and we birthed a breech baby at home without our midwife there (which is known in the birthing world as an “unassisted” birth).”

http://mamabirth.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/accidental-unassisted-footling-breech.html

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Home breech birth photo series

An amazing sequence of photos showing a hands-off hands-and-knees breech birth with the baby’s knee presenting first. Delayed cord clamping allows the cord to refill after being stretched during the birth.

http://www.londonbirthpractice.co.uk/index.php/educational-info/36-home-breech-birth-photo-series.html

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