Aurora’s Birth Story

A baby with my partner I love so dearly is a dream come true. I talk about pregnancy and labour –
Auroras birth story in this latest blog post.

How Aurora Came To Be

IMG_0112When I met Liam over 3 years ago, I didn’t think at the time that we would be having any kids together. It was a new relationship and I already had 2 young crazy children that I was bringing up.

The children took to Liam instantly, especially Wyatt. I was glad they got along with him so well. As time went by the children grew to love him even more and went from calling him ‘Spiky’ to Liam,  then out of the blue they started calling him ‘Dad’. I think he was as shocked as I was but we just went with it.

We were a happy little family. Liam moved in with us and our relationship was going well, so we made a decision to have a baby together. I was on the implant so we knew it was going to be a while before I became pregnant after it was removed. Funnily enough it only took us 2 months to conceive.

Finding Out I Was Pregnant

I wasn’t feeling too great in myself so I thought it’d be ideal to take a test. To my delight there were 2 faint lines. I wasn’t sure whether I was seeing things though (they were really faint) so I went in to ask Liam.


There were definitely 2 lines but just to make sure, I went and did another 13 tests – 14 tests in total (call me extreme, but I wanted to be certain)

The pregnancy progressed and I enjoyed having a baby bump. I couldn’t believe we were going to be having a baby together!

We went to the 12 week scan and everything seemed perfectly normal. We found out that she was to be due on the 5th of May (a nice Summer baby) so we started our preparations for adding another to the brood.


It was a few days before Christmas when we had our 5 month scan, so we cinched a plan to keep the sex of the baby a secret from ourselves and everyone else, and had the sonographer write it in a Christmas card sealed to be opened up on Christmas day for when our families came to visit.

I was super excited for Christmas day to find out what we were having. Liam had taped the card to the ceiling in the living room so neither of us could be tempted to open it. Those 3 days dragged, but when Christmas finally came around we did an announcement.


I couldn’t wait to go baby shopping! Pink Pink Pink… She’d look so cute in pink!

My due date got ever so closer and I grew more and more excited. My only worry was giving birth – I was really nervous about it. We spoke to a midwife to discuss a birth plan (I really wanted a water birth).


Due Date Arrived

My due date arrived and there was still no sign of our little girlie (Faith was late too) so I thought perhaps it was a girl thing (we like to be fashionable late after all).

We went to see the midwife 3 days later as I still hadn’t had her and an induction was discussed if I didn’t go naturally within the next few days. I was petrified, but also disappointed as I knew I wouldn’t be able to get my water birth otherwise – I reluctantly agreed nevertheless.

She went to try a sweep in an attempt to get things moving and arranged to see me again within the following 2 days to try again if that also didn’t work.

The Waiting Game

We went home and even though I had a few minor pains, nothing happened. We thought this water birth was out of the equation at this point. I was gutted but went back to the midwife 2 days later for a 2nd sweep (our girlie was really stubborn).

This time IT WORKED! My pains began kicking in. Ouch, I didn’t realise how painful labour pains actually were.

I stayed at the house as long as I could until my contractions were roughly 4 minutes apart. I thought it’d be time to visit the hospital. It was 11pm by the time we arrived. We checked in at the midwife-led-unit (which had a pool available, yippee!). They checked me over and despite my contractions at 4 minutes apart, I was only 3 cm dilated so they sent me home.

I was only at home an hour before the pains succoured my nether region and I knew this baby was coming. Off to the hospital I went again!

Things Started To Progress

Back at the hospital, the midwife executed her usual checks on me. STILL only 3 cm dilated. Argh. But this time she wasn’t comfortable sending me home in case things changed (and they can certainly change fast).

I thought i’d try and get some rest between contractions (if I could). An hour passed and the midwife came to check me over again. I soon jumped to 6 cm dilated! First time I’ve ever seen someone panic so much to fill up a birthing pool, bucket after bucket in a speedy 5 minutes. It was definitely time to have this baby.

I climbed into the pool. The warm water soothed the pains and I relaxed as much as I could (whilst being in labour- hard thing to do really when you know something bigger than a melon will be coming out your fannoo noo very very soon!)

Probably the worst time to ask, but I needed the toilet. The midwife and Liam assisted me out of the pool and I gradually slid over to the bathroom, and then back into the pool between contractions. I clenched hold tight of the gas and air for relief (this shit is painful!).

My waters broke.


My abominable pains increased as labour progressed. I turned onto my front and floated for comfort. Liam was in-front of me holding my hands with his arms in the water.

The midwife spoke

‘They’re getting stronger’ 

To Liam’s reply

‘Yes she is’

as I dug my nails into his arm. He got the backlash of the labour (but men get it easy anyhow – I call it payback). I nearly drowned him yanking him forwards face-first into the pool just before I gave birth to our little girlie.

The pains dissipated and there she was. I was conquered with love and happiness for her. She came out weighing 7lb 9oz with jet black hair born at 4:48am – 6 days later than her due date.



I was a Mummy for the 3rd time and I couldn’t have been happier. She’s now 21 months old and a mischievous little toddler. It goes so quick, so I try to make the most of every moment as much as I can.


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How Having Faith Changed My Life

Having Faith wasn’t in my plans, but she was certainly the best thing that ever happened to me. I tell the story of how she came to be- the struggles, homelessness and all…

I was one of those teenagers who was mischievous and a little naive. I started College at 16 studying for Health and Social Care Level 2. I absolutely loved it and I was starting to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.

I wanted to become a carer. I passed my course and was doing work experience at a care home for the disabled and they offered me a job.

I remember that day so well. I was sat at home with my parents when the phone rang. My Dad shouted for me – the nervousness and anticipation I felt answering that call was unspeakable. I GOT THE JOB!

It was early mornings but I loved every minute of it. Getting to know the occupants and their stories and backgrounds was fascinating!

I lived in a small village at the time and I met a local boy who lived not too far from me. We became friends and it developed into a relationship. I was quite a shy girl who didn’t talk much. I met his Mum and brothers – it was just a casual thing at first. I wasn’t planning on having any children just yet – I had just started to get my life together.

Finding Out I Was Pregnant

A month had past and I was still enjoying my job – Life was good! I went up to see my partner at-the-time (we shall call him Mr.D for the blogs sake) after work and sat chatting with his Mum. She kept making jokes that I was pregnant. I had typically just brushed it off and laughed in a mild manner. There was no way I was pregnant, right? 

I soon realised I was late, but that had happened before and it’s usually meant nothing. Mr.D’s Mum got me a test as a speculative measure. She was adamant I was, so we popped in a local pub for something to eat at the time and quickly nipped into the toilets to do the test.

In total dismay, astonishment and various other mixed feelings, 2 lines appeared on the test as clear as day! I remember saying to Mr.D’s Mum ‘What does this mean!?’

I had just turned 18 and I’d only been with Mr.D for a month. I was just at the beginning of my career. I felt overwhelmed, scared, happy, sad and all the emotions in between all at the same time. I had questions running through my head, ‘What am I going to do now?‘ ‘How’s this going to affect my life?‘, and ‘what do I do with my job?‘.

The pregnancy progressed and I came round to the idea of becoming a Mum for the first ever time. I still went to work, but later became quite sick through the pregnancy. I ended up in bed with dire sickness morning, noon and night, not able to hold any food down – I felt horrendous!

I had become too sick to continue on with my job, so I had to leave. I was devastated having all the work I put in to get there, to mean nothing now. I moved in with Mr.D and his Mum because I thought that was the best thing to do at the time, for me and our future child. We got along well as friends, but there was never a ‘spark’ between us – I kept trying for our child’s sake though.

Finding Out The Sex

I hit 5 months pregnant – It was scan date time!

We found out we were having A GIRL and she was perfectly healthy.

After seeing how this tiny baby was growing inside of me, it put things in perspective. It wasn’t about me anymore. I was going to be a Mum. Yes me, I was going to be a MUM! (couldn’t believe it, it soon dawned on me the absolute miracle that I was gifted with)

The excitement grew and I knew this tiny human was going to need me. She was going to love me unconditionally.

We got home and showed off the scan picture to Mr.D’s Mum and Step-Dad. All seemed well until an argument erupted between Mr.D and his Step-Dad – they never got along. It wasn’t exactly the ideal situation for an argument to break-out, but this one was worse than usual. Mr.D’s Step-Dad had no confidence in Mr.D’s capabilities as a Father, so Mr.D and I left.

I wanted to go back to my parents house but Mr.D didn’t get along with them either. I was in one hell of a predicament. What was I going to do now?

I decided to stay with Mr.D and we became homeless. We got assigned to a homeless hostel with nothing to call our own, no money and we had to rely on food-banks. I’d never felt so low in my life until then. This is not what I wanted for my daughter. I felt lost and broken, and I just wanted to go home. I needed my Dad.

We were there for a month. I became depressed but attempted to salvage the best of the situation as I only had three months left before my due date.

Things Changed

We could finally go back to Mr.D’s Mums! She had split up with her partner (Mr.D’s Step-Dad) and kicked him out, so she offered us back in. We accepted her offer without hesitation – anything was better than where we were. There was certainly no way I wanted to bring my daughter up in a homeless hostel!

Baby Time

Faith as a baby

My due date arrived, but no sign of baby yet. I had got everything ready.

I was excited but rather nervous because I was only 18 and was going to have a baby! It was life changing to say the least.

I had to have a sweep and my baby girl arrived 3 days late weighing just 6 lbs. The overwhelming feeling of love I felt at that moment truly defined our future together.

I’m a Mum – I couldn’t believe it even though it wasn’t what I imagined my life would be like at 18, I was just so happy to see my little girl in my arms.

Going Home

It came the time to leave the hospital. I was finally taking her home. Everything felt positive. This little girl was a dream. We named her Faith.

A few days past and things got harder. I felt isolated and alone.

and then came the…..

Baby Blues

I didn’t get any help from her Dad. He was always on video games. It was just me and this little baby, and I felt inundated, as if I had a huge weight on my shoulders gradually sinking and drowning. I had baby blues.

I made sure Faith was fed, changed and safe but there wasn’t a bond between us – felt just like another chore. I didn’t always feel this way – things did get better. I realised I wasn’t going to get any help and didn’t need any help from her Dad.

I reprogrammed my mindset in order to look after my little girl. It took a while for me to develop a bond, but I did get one. Mr.D’s Mum moved away so it was time to get a place of our own despite not being in a happy relationship. It had to be done for Faith.

Having Faith at an early age changed my life. I had my up’s and down’s, I felt emotionally drained and my God it was hard work! I was thrown into the deep end but I can safely say it was worth it. I had a lot to learn along the way but I don’t regret having her at all. She changed me, and the path I had planned out for myself.

She brings so much joy and sometimes headaches, but this little girl who is now 7 years old is just like me, her Mum and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Faith looking at camera

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Welcoming Kiiara to the world

Bringing our 4th child into this world, welcome Kiiara Alexus!

In March 2017 we found out we were pregnant with our 4th child. It was overwhelming at the time to think about raising a 4th child, but we soon grasped the concept of it and started our preparations. We thought we’d do something a little bit different this time, something we hadn’t done with the others and get a 4D scan!

4D scans, if you don’t know already, are unlike the 2D scans you usually get at your local hospital with your pregnancy. A 4D scan shows your baby in a 3 dimensional way inside your womb. It does cost money to get, but you can get one anytime from 16 weeks onwards and it’s an amazing feeling to see the details of your baby early on. We had our scan at 25 weeks over at ‘Hello Baby’ in St Helens.

Here you can see the difference between the 2D scan you get at your local hospital and a 4D scan you can get privately at various 4D scan locations. It provides a lot of detail especially in the face, so we knew she was going to look like our other daughter ‘Aurora’ when she was born.

12 week 2D Scan4D Baby Scan Kiiara

The pregnancy was fairly straight forward. I made sure I avoided a bad diet and too much caffeine as much as possible. I might not have been as sensible as my previous pregnancy, but was still particularly careful in retrospect, and she came out perfectly healthy in the end too!

Closing off to the due date around the 30th of November, we were panicking that she wouldn’t come on time as my partners dad had booked that week off work to look after the other kids, and without him being there we wouldn’t have known what else to do (So a big thank you to him for being there for us!).

I had a sweep on the Monday before my due date which helped to get things moving, but nothing started happening properly until the early hours of the Wednesday morning when I started getting contractions. The contractions began to get closer and closer together so I called for an ambulance to take me to the hospital at around 5 am. I won’t go into too much detail about the labour, but I gave birth to her at 9:21am that morning with only a 28 minute labour and no pain relief.
24232372_10155186283505208_4450742187983735121_nHere we are shortly after having her, weighing in at a healthy 7lb 7oz. We finally announced the name after keeping it a secret for so long.

We welcomed Kiiara Alexus Plimley to the world!

She did after all look very similar to our other daughter ‘Aurora’, but she has her own unique look with more traits of me in her than her father this time.

At this posting date she is currently about a month old and still very healthy. She can be a bit whingy at times, but that’s usually because she’s hungry (or hangry, like her dad). I have managed to breastfeed her like I have done with Aurora and will continue on until she moves onto cows milk in about a years time. I will talk more about my breastfeeding experiences in future posts, so keep an eye out for those!


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