Birth | Wian-Roux Moolman
“It takes a village” includes the network of relationships and values that connect us and bind us together”
Having babies and raising them, takes a team. As the proverb goes, “It takes a village”. The Moolman family took this to heart when grandma and husband, Francois, gathered to cheer on the birth of Wian-Roux. Francois’s parents joined the family a little later, to say hello to their new flame-haired grandson. The whole family prayed over this little boy, and their loving prayers showed when he was brought into the world.
Wian-Roux is the Moolman’s first child, and he seemed eager to greet his new family, announcing himself at 38 weeks! He did his best to go easy on his mom, who made the whole thing look like a breeze. I have no doubt that, despite her grace under pressure, ushering Wian-Roux into the world was anything but easy.
Her story below has been translated from Afrikaans:
“I woke up that morning between 6 and 6.30 to use the bathroom. I noticed some spotting, so I woke Francois to let him know. When we called our midwife, Heather, she told me that it sounded like I was in labour, that I should take it easy, but keep her updated.
It was a Saturday, and I had planned to collect a car chair that I wanted to purchase from a woman in the neighbourhood. I also wanted to visit the Boobaloo Expo to look for specials.
Francois wasn’t having it.
My mom had already made plans for the morning, and Francois wanted to leave me behind and go run the errands alone. I made it clear that was not happening. What if THE time arrived and I was alone at home?
I got my way, and I joined him on the errand run, experiencing mild contractions the entire time we were out. I would just stand still and wait for them to pass, then carry on. We were home some time between 11:00 and 12:00, where the contractions carried on fairly peacefully. At 17:00 I ran a bath and lay in the water, because they had gotten worse.
By 19:00 I was really struggling,
and Francois called the midwife to let her know I was in a lot of pain. She asked where, and I explained it was in the same area as period pain. She assured me that if I wasn’t feeling it in my lower back yet, it was still beginning stages, but to help set our minds at ease she would arrange for another midwife busy with a birth at Femina to check us out. The other midwife was unfortunately heading into theatre, so we arranged to meet Heather instead.
We left home at 19:40, when I told Francois, “If this is only the beginning and I am in this much pain, I’m not doing this without pain meds.” Francois wanted to rush in his anxiousness, and I had to keep pulling him back. I could feel the pain at every bump.
We arrived at Femina and met up with Heather for the check-up. I was already 8cm dilated! She checked Wian-Roux’s heartbeat, and at this point all I wanted to know was whether I could call Sam! I didn’t want the photographer to miss a second of this birth. I was already actively birthing when Sam arrived,
and I did it all without pain meds after all.
For me, the most amazing part was the first moment when I could hold Wian-Roux to my chest, when I realised he had red hair. I have always said I wanted a child with red hair. It was like a prayer had been answered.”
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Why was I so desperate to have a natural birth?
Yes, it would have been a most empowering experience for me and yes my next one will be a VBAC, but was it really that important in the bigger scheme of things? At the end of it all we got what we set out to achieve – a human being that we could guide and mould and set free into the world for her to make her own impact. Maybe that trauma she and I both endured in getting her Earthside happened exactly how it was supposed to. That’s birth and even more so parenting – you set off on a course with big plans and that’s great, but there has to be flexibility and acceptance in changing course depending on whatever life (or your kid) throws at you.
After a minute or so we heard your first loud cry. It was glorious and we could finally breathe. Sr Lotter brought you to us and our hearts melted, my boy. You were beautiful. We checked for 10 fingers and 10 toes and we couldn’t stop looking at you. The happiest moment of our lives. You were born at 11:33 weighing 3.49kg and measuring 53cm.