Happy 2nd Birthday, Mia

Dear Mia, you’ve turned 2, two, wow!! Happy birthday.

we have a 2-year-old!!

What a fabulous few weeks we’ve had leading up to your 2nd birthday. Those two years have flown by, Pabbi and I can hardly believe we have a two-year-old. You’re just wonderful and we cannot wait to see how this year grows, and the challenges and lessons it will bring with it.

Peppa Pig theme

Much like many toddlers, you love Peppa Pig and so, of course, this became the theme of the celebrations and I had to make you (not one but two) Peppa Pig cakes. This was so much fun and I love making you things that you can enjoy and keep looking back on. The 17th of June is the Icelandic National Day, a day where children get balloons and so your Auntie got us to take her to two stores to hunt down a Peppa Pig balloon for you.

sunshine

Born on the summer solstice (just like your older cousin, Nori), Iceland didn’t fail us with a beautifully sunny day on the 21st of June. We took full advantage of this and went on a road trip to Hrunalaug, a fabulous natural pool and Mummy vlogged the trip.

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Road trip

We headed out for the day to Hrunalaug Natural pool, a hot spring on farmland just outside Flúðir. It’s an easy drive around an hour away from Reykjavik. The pool is a little hard to find if following google maps but drive through Flúðir, take the left turn off, keep driving onto the gravel road for 10mins or so and then you will see a small village with a very cute church. Pass by the village and take the farm road on the right, there is a small car park on the left after a few minutes - you will see the car where you pass to go to the pool. This donation helps with the upkeep of the site.

The change hut is basic but authentic. There is a bench and bin, don’t leave anything behind. This is where they used to bathe the sheep so it’s a basic structure and small pool but is fabulous. There’s a chest-deep pool at the end of the turn house and then a larger pool to the side, this is where they use to wash the sheep. The water is a lovely temperature - we got very lucky with the weather.

OOTD

Mia loves a good tutu so naturally, Mummy dressed her in a pink tutu for our road trip and then a light green tutu for her birthday party. She rocked both but look at her in her pink trainers, far too cute.

the Cake

The theme was Peppa Pig and so I got to work making a cake decoration. As fondant icing is hard to come by here in Iceland, I made Peppa out of clay and painted her, this way Mia can keep her and we could use her on both cakes. Yes, I made one for her birthday and then another the following week for her party.

the Decorations

We made it as easy as we could and reused decorations from previous celebrations. The hearts were from a friend’s Hen Party which I held in our home just before lockdown and the paper tassel string was leftover from our wedding. We got the 2 ballon in a local shop and that was the only new item we bought. We tried to be as green as we could and so we used our own plates and reusable straws and used up the paper cups we had.

mia’s Presents

A very lucky girl, Mia got some fabulous gifts and we are so grateful. Due to the fact that there is a pandemic going on, we live on a tiny island with few shopping options and well, it’s only sensible to socially distance from Malls right now - we went down the second-hand route for gifts and actually got some fab things via the local charity shop and Facebook pages. We gifted Mia a trike which she is jet to use. One of those Wheelybug ride-on-toy cows (second hand) which she wasn’t fussed about, toy cars (second hand) which she loves, and a chair for her little table (which I up-cycled both the table and chair to suit our living room and be used as a blackboard - she loves it.

I went to IKEA to get the popup tent and tunnel they have but due to the current situation, pretty much everything was sold out and new stock was somewhere in a shipping container so I turned to Facebook and got a nearly new one from someone downtown.

She also got a lot of great gifts from family and friends including some very thoughtful books, a cute rucsack, and some bubbles.

Happy 2nd Birthday, darling Mia (our little monkey mouse) xx

An Instagram Guide To Reykjavik

Instagram is like a travel photobook and I often look up places I am visiting to see what it looks like and get some ideas for posts too. So if you are like me, and are planning a trip to Reykjavik, here are my top 10 Instagram spots in Reykjavik - why not tag me @sonianicolson so I can see where you went.

Hallgrimskirkja Church (front & back of church)

Known as the big church, but note it is not the Cathedral in Reykjavik and sits proudly on the hill smack bang in the centre of town. It’s said to be inspired by an erupting geyser, and its bold and brutal architectural form certainly is dramatic. Go inside to take in the calm and minimal Scandi interior, listen to the magnificent organ, and take the lift to the top to enjoy 360 views across the city (on a clear day).

Icelandic Houses (in general)

Walking around downtown, you’ll see many picturesque corrugated-iron-clad houses, in many colours. Many of these houses have been in the same family for generations and are protected by the citi’s Planning Regulations. The original houses were typically constructed in timber with a stone coal store but after a large fire broke out years ago, construction changed to concrete. The corrugated iron was imported from the UK and used to cover wooden external work to protect it from the harsh Icelandic winter storms.

A cinnamon bun from Brauð & Co

Food, coffee, yay. This bakery is a treat for the eyes, nose, and stomach. The shopfront displays an abstract mural depicting Iceland’s landscape complete with mountains, moss, snow, volcanic eruptions, and the Northern Lights - or that’s what we see in it. Step inside and grab yourself a delicious cinnamon bun.

Street Art on & around Laugavegur (Tie Mural, etc)

The city has many murals on display across its buildings, by local and international artists. This is encouraged and some are well worth a wander to see.

Polar Bears on Laugavegur

A little touristy but the Polar bears standing guard on Laugavegur make for a fun picture - don’t worry, they’re not real and are washed every year.

‘Rainbow Road’ - bottom of Skólavörðustígur

The city used to paint a rainbow in different locations every year in chalk before they decided to paint it permanently in 2019 at the bottom of Skólavörðustígur. You can get a great picture from here, looking up towards Hallgrimskirkja.

Sólfarið (Sun Voyager sculpture)

This Viking ship sculpture, located in the bay, makes for a very dramatic picture with Mt Esja in the background.

Harpa Concert Hall

Come in and get warm. This beautiful modern concert hall is a fabulous public building so enjoy the outside but also pop in to warm up, use the toilet, get free WiFi and enjoy the views from the 5th floor. The building is inspired by fish scales and the glass is illuminated at night in colours to show off a display resembling the Northern Lights.

Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur’s for a traditional hot dog

Order a hot dog ‘with everything’ to fully enjoy the Icelandic hot dog experience, and have a look inside the hut to spot a picture of Bill Clinton at this very hot dog stand - which has withstood recent modern developments all around it.

Tjorinn (the pond and City Hall)

Get your bearings. Inside the city hall is a topographic map of Iceland which gives a great perspective of the landscape, its glaciers, and coastline. The pond outside freezes over in winter and locals skate on it, but a small section is kept defrosted for the resident swans and ducks.

Bonuses, in & around Reykjavik

  1. Grotta Lighthouse (and foot bath)

    Just outside the city, head west along the coast until you get to the Grotta Lighthouse. This makes for a nice, but windy, walk but there is a little thermal pool here which is big enough to sit with your feet in and enjoy the view. This is also a good spot for the Northern Lights, if you can see them here then it is worth a drive further from light pollution.

  2. Reykjavik’s’ Old Harbor

    A great area to wander around, grab some fish and chips or lobster soup, and explore the harbour. Seabarinn is a good spot for some lobster soup.

  3. Perlan

    A few minute’s drive south of the centre is Perlan or the Pearl. This is the city water tower but home to a fabulous exhibition on Iceland with a planetarium of the Aurora Borealis and an artificial ice cave. The cafe on the top floor is great and the views from here on a clear day are fabulous.

  4. Cafe Flóran Bistro

    The cafe is located in the City’s botanical gardens and is only open in the summer months, check their Facebook page. The cakes here are delicious and the setting is beautiful.

  5. Árbæjarsafn Open-Air Folk Museum

    A very cool outdoor exhibition displaying buildings from years gone by. Step inside an old Icelandic home, see objects from the past and learn about construction and more. Staff are in costume and the site is near Elliðaárdalur where the waterfall below is.

  6. Einar Jónsson Sculpture Garden

    This sculpture garden is right beside Hallgrimskirkja, walk over the road and turn left. The garden is a little escape and full of bold and dramatic pieces which represent biblical stories or that of the Icelandic Sagas.

  7. Nauthólsvík geothermal beach

    Out near the domestic airport and past the University buildings is Nauthólsvík which is a nice little beach where you can spot some brave souls swimming but also you can enjoy the small pool here. Check times as it does close for cleaning.

  8. Mt Esja

    A hike that rewards you with a view across to the city, Mt Esja is the ‘table mountain’ of Reykjavik.

  9. Imagine Peace Tower

    The light that shines straight up from an island in the bay is the Yoko Ono Peace Tower. This is only light in winter but can be seen from all over Reykjavik.

  10. Elliðaárdalur Waterfall

    A beautiful park with an incredible waterfall right in the city, Elliðaárdalur is a fabulous walk and the waterfall is easy to find and well worth it.


Moving To Reykjavik, Iceland...how it's going

I met my Viking, Ingimar, the old-school way - in a bar back in Edinburgh. The funny thing is that neither of us lived there at the time so it was a completely random meeting. I believe it was meant to be and the stars aligned for us that night.

Ingimar was on a football trip with his two best friends and had flown over from Iceland for a short trip, travelling from Bristol to Manchester and then Edinburgh before flying home to Reykjavik. I was on a hen night with old school friends (and dressed like an Air Hostess, of course) and had flown up for the weekend to see friends and family.

We had gone to a ceilidh bar in town called the Ghillie Dhu. To cut a long story short, his friend came over and said “My friend thinks you’re cute” and like tipsy girls, we giggled and continued our conversation. Realizing that was a little rude, as he was not Scottish, I decided to go over and speak to them. I sat next to Ingimar and said “You don’t look like you’re from here, where are you from?” and he said Iceland - to which I said “What? Nobody lives there” and, well, look at me now. We connected on Facebook (oh the romance) and then I left with my friends - I had such a reassuring feeling that we would meet again.

Real-Life Online Dating

Thank goodness for WhatsApp, Facebook, and FaceTime.

I remember the first time we did a video call, I was so nervous but the second we saw each other, we just wanted to meet up. It was weird because we didn’t know each other, we had met for such a short time in the bar that night but we felt so close already.

Meeting Up In Person

I was home in Edinburgh, on Christmas break when I got a call from the International Recruitment Team at University. I worked as a Senior Lecturer at the time and often went on international recruitment trips to Asia. I was meant to be going to China to deliver a lecture in January but they had to cancel and needed an academic on a recruitment trip to Iceland.

It was so completely out of the blue, I honestly thought that this was the stars lining up for us. I mean, there was no reason for me to be going to Iceland other than to see Ingimar, and it was a big step to do so. We were at the stage where one of us would have to book a flight and make the first move but neither of us was quite ready to leap. This was fate.

A Little Long Distance

A load of late-night calls turned into searching sky scanner for the cheapest flights, and after a good few visits back and forth we finally approached the question of who would make the big move so we could be together.

At the time I was living and working down on the South Coast of England in Bournemouth. I had a good job as a Senior Lecturer at the University and was getting to visit India frequently with the British Council - but I was burnt out. Ingimar was working for a big games company here in Iceland and had never lived abroad so it would have been a much bigger step for him, plus he was happy in his job. His mother had recently passed away and we left it was too soon to leave his home, friends, and family. All things pointed to me moving and so we started to plan.

Planned To Relocate

Midterm break and I flew over to Iceland and spent the break staying with Ingimar. We did normal things, he went to work and I wandered around, trying to imagine life in Iceland. Moving abroad for me wasn’t as big a deal as many might think. I had lived for a year in Japan doing my MA, and a good few years in India working and wasn’t living in my home city at the time anyway. I had visited several times by now, including for his Mother's funeral where I met the family and his friends. I was ready for a change of pace, and it was time to make the move.

Getting Engaged

Ever the romantic, I told the Viking that I would move under one condition - that we are engaged. Yes, we loved each other and were planning to be together, but I had to be realistic. I was leaving a good job, my friends, and my family, and I wanted a commitment from him. I wanted to know if we were in it for the long haul.

He proposed at Christmas, and I moved over in February.

I Quit My Job

Handing in my notice at work was filled with mixed emotions. I was ready to let go of all the stress, pressure, and admin but I loved my job and working with my students. I didn’t look forward to telling them. I wrote a letter and was ready to hand it to my line manager, and HR. I asked for a meeting with him and straight away, I could tell he knew what was coming. I told him in our office and we went for a coffee to chat about my plans and new life. He was shocked but happy for me.

We planned how we would tell the students. We gathered all 250+ of them in the studio, along with the other academic and admin staff with who I’d worked closely. It was an emotional meeting but I am so happy that so many people came to wish me well and luck. My students threw me a little farewell party too - I think I had 3 leaving dos in total.

I miss the students and lecturing but I don’t miss marking, especially the many many dissertations.

Packed Up My Life for the new chapter

Anyone who’s tried to relocate, especially to a pricey country like Iceland, knows of the challenges. Ingimar found a packing company that shipped to Iceland and we signed the contract for the move. Unfortunately, whilst my boxes were in transit, the company went bust.

After a clear-out and a few trips to the charity shop, I packed up my necessities into my pink suitcase (which has been to both Japan and India with me) and the rest went into the boxes the company had delivered. It took me a weekend to clear my tiny studio apartment - with the help of my lovely Mum - and we checked into a hotel on the seafront for my last night in Bournemouth.

Fly Home To Edinburgh

I flew home to Edinburgh with Mum the next day, armed with my big pink case, and spent a couple of weeks seeing friends and family before the big move. During this time I did all the practical things like visiting the doctors and getting prescriptions, getting my eyes tested, and so on.

I packed my life up, tracked my boxes as they travelled to Iceland, and got myself ready for the next chapter of my life.

Finding Work in Iceland, & Working On Plan B

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a British chartered Architect who survived the recession by heading off to India to help set up a new Design School. Whilst in India I set up layoutlines.com as a place to share my ‘incredible India’ stories and returned to the UK to teach at University and assist in international recruitment. All this time I kept up blogging on Layoutlines and set up an Etsy shop to share my Architectural illustrations, and also to meet other like-minded creatives in my new home.

Moving to Reykjavik was going to be challenging employment-wise as I didn’t speak the language and had little to no connections. Getting to visit Reykjavik with the university recruitment team prior to moving was great and helped with networking a little. I knew the staff at the Art Schools’ illustration department and managed to get some guest lecturing work with them.

I spent months, literally months, applying to so many Architecture and Interior companies here but to no avail. Finally, I managed to speak to someone who told me that I wasn’t successful because I hadn’t been educated or trained in a Scandinavian country. So with that lack of openness, I decided to save my time and focus on my own thing.

working

Teaching and sharing my skills and experience was something I was passionate about and so I started to think of ways to do this on my own, through my website. I planned, wrote, and filmed the Portfolio Course and started to offer in-person tutorials which were great fun. I ran some workshops in our home and was working on growing my social media through YouTube and Instagram.

Aside from this, I have taken on temporary work doing copywriting, Marketing, Website Building and Content Creation for local companies too.

Relocated To Reykjavik - Vlogging

I made a very conscious decision to pick up my camera and film from the moment I landed in Iceland. I hadn’t ever vlogged before but I wanted to record this chapter of my life, and wish I had done the same for India and Japan.

A few years on and it’s lovely having these memories and special moments on film to watch back. My channel has been growing slowly and I love engaging with my viewers in the comments. Sharing my life was easy but now that we have Mia, I’m a little more conscious about what I share. Being a Mum makes me responsible for her and what is shown of her at such a young age. I’m always careful and try not to overshare but I feel it’s also important to share certain things and talk about some issues to help other new Mums.

I make a little income from my channel, mainly through ads so please subscribe. I want to make more informative videos on Iceland and Motherhood on my channel so watch out for these coming soon.

Getting residency in Iceland

The big question and I get how lucky I am that I come from an EU country (pre-Brexit) so it was pretty smooth. Also, moving here to live with my (at the time) fiancé meant that we were classed by the state as living together which in the eyes of the Icelandic TAX department meant the same as being married.

We went to the immigration offices and handed in the paperwork, my passport, and driver’s license along with proof of no other marriage. I needed to email them proof I wasn’t married (a nearly impossible thing to prove really) but I did this by emailing the Births, Marriages, and Deaths record office in Scotland who replied saying they had no record of any marriage and I simply forwarded this to them.

A few weeks later I had my residency status.

My Boxes, Lost & Found

The company which was shipping my boxes had gone under, literally days after picking up all of my belongings. I had the tracking number so could get on the shipping website and try to track where they were. As they were in transit, we knew they wouldn’t be returned to the UK but we had no idea where they’d go and when they’d turn up. Fingers crossed and praying to the shipping gods.

After a stressful few weeks trying to track where my boxes had gone, Ingimar got a call on his mobile from a delivery driver down at Customs who said my boxes were there. This was totally out of the blue, and he wanted to deliver that morning. We were both out. Ingimar had only just gone the work when he had to turn around and head home to help lift them upstairs and into the spare room.

My stuff and I were finally home.

Phew, Settling Into life in Reykjavik

Oddly, the vlogs helped me settle in. I could carry my camera around and talk to it, talk to whoever was watching, and sometimes express my self/emotions/culture shock.

I had a hard time in the beginning and felt very lonely. Iceland can be a very isolating place, the weather and dark winter don’t help. Ingimar was out at work, I was not getting any success with jobs and we hardly saw anyone. In the UK, we often just pop around to family but it isn’t the same here and I missed that. Even though I didn’t live in Edinburgh before coming here to Reykjavik, I didn’t get why it wasn’t the same here. I missed my friends and I missed being surrounded by students.

Weather in Iceland

I arrived in February, and in hindsight, that might not have been the best time. Snow, windy days and nights, lack of sunlight, and general wintery days meant for a slow, almost hibernating Sonia. This was good as it meant I took things slowly, I couldn’t fight a ‘winter mode’ so just went with it. I took slow snowy walks, got used to the darkness with candles and fairy lights, and enjoyed warming up in the local hot pools. Spring would eventually come and I could start to come to life again in my new home.

learning the Icelandic Language

There was a language course starting at Ingimar’s work and so he signed me up. It was the beginners class in Icelandic, which I have now completed twice. I speak a little Icelandic but I understand a fair bit. It’s a hard language and one which is a challenge to pronounce.

I can, however, say Eyjafjallajökull pretty accurately. That’s good enough, for now.

Icelandic Food

Iceland isn’t known for its cuisine, and I’d agree with that. I have tried my fair share of fermented foods and liquorice, I’m a fan of either. There are some seriously unusual foods here in Iceland, the festival of Þorrablót is all about eating fermented food and washing it down with Brennivín and my Viking eats dried fish as a ‘treat’.

But Iceland is an island after all, and a volcanic one at that, so food can be pretty pricey, especially eating out. Items grown here in Iceland tend to cost more than items shipped in because they are expensive to manufacture. Icelandic prices take a bit of getting used to but as a rule of thumb, double the price you’d pay for an item at ‘home’ then you might not feel quite as bad paying the Icelandic price.

We usually do our food shopping at either Bonus or Kronan. Grocery stores here are smaller than in the UK, with a lot fewer opinions and often you have to go to a few different stores, like Hagkaup, to find a specific ingredient.

I do love Icelandic Skyr, the Viking would hate me saying this as it’s a type of cheese but it’s like thick, creamy yoghurt. I don’t mind a hot dog or a hamburger with all the toppings and sauces, and whatever else they put on, and the Icelandic lamb is just delicious (sorry vegetarians). Icelanders are also massive fans of ice cream and can be seen queuing up, even in the cold dark winter months.

Making Friends in Iceland

I’ve tried a few ways to make local friends here in Reykjavik, and some have been more successful than others. Of course, being the wife of a Viking means you have access to his friends and their wives, but getting your group of friends is important.

In India, I went to Zumba three times a week and made friends in the class, and with the instructors too, so naturally I signed up for Zumba classes here. The class was full of fit, attractive girls, hogging the mirror, taking selfies on Snapchat, and looking so pulled together that they were ready for a club, not the gym. This wasn’t for me and these people weren’t my tribe.

I went on Facebook and searched for social groups in Reykjavik and found GGI (Girls Gone International) which has a monthly meet-up. I headed nervously to the cafe and met the girls. The chat was very pleasant, we exchanged our ‘moving to Iceland’ stories, but it wasn’t until after that a couple of the girls stayed behind and we chatted about life here, and what we missed or wanted to do. I had found my friends, my partying, and my creative gang.

Sometime later, pregnant me needed a mum group (aka the buggy gang) which is made up of wives or colleagues from Ingimar work, a friend from my aquafit class and other Mum-friends who happened to know one of us. These girls have kept me sane over the last year and a half.

Making Money self-employed

This is a serious topic and I will start by saying that I prepared for the move and had savings to help me survive a good few months whilst I either found work or created it for myself. I make most of my money online through my website and social media content.

I run this site, its online shoponline courses and workshops, and my YouTube Channel, and I’m a wife and Mum. It’s a huge juggling act and often a lot more work than I anticipated, but I love it and love that I’m building my business, my empire, and working for myself.

Planning Our Lives Together

I guess like many; we met, got engaged, (moved country) planned and got married, fell pregnant, and became a family. That makes it sound easy. Meeting and moving here was pretty easy and felt right. It was meant to be and I trusted in the stars - I think I got this thinking from my time living in India. Getting married was wonderful and I loved bringing our cultures and families together and then returning to Iceland to start our own wee family.

Work and bringing in money has been the biggest challenge. Moving to Iceland is hard, Iceland is expensive and the general living costs are high. Saying that salaries are high, but it depends on the work you can get. I came here with the promise of academic work - that fell through. I’m a chartered Architect with good experience - but no one here wants a non-Scandinavian designer. I have years of experience lecturing in the UK and abroad - again, no one is interested.

and, well, You Know The Rest…

It’s been tough but it’s been worth it so far. Iceland is a beautiful country, a safe country, and one where I feel very lucky to live. It has its pros and cons, it can be pretty isolating and the whistling wind drives me mad but for now, this is home.


Back To Work After Maternity Leave

Back To Work After Maternity Leave

Here I am, the ‘hipster’ with their MacBook in a coffee shop but little do people know that I'm actually a semi-sleep-deprived Mum who’s baby (or rather a toddler) has just been dropped off at daycare for the first time - yup, I’ve never left with her with anyone apart from family members, and I think she was being a lot braver than me. 

Ironically, I’m sat opposite a table of 10 Mums and their newborns, maybe that is the gods of daycare settling my soul and calming me. It’s not making me miss Mia but instead, their little cries and the shaking of a rattle is reassuring. 

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Day Care in Iceland: Dagmama

This is the first week of daycare, or rather of the Dagmama (meaning Day Mama in Icelandic). It is a popular system here where one Dagmama takes care of up to 5 babies, usually in their home, and up until the child gets a place at Kindergarten (at around 18+ months). Mia is 14 months now (how did that happen) and we just got this sought-after space over the summer, so this is the first week back - a kind of trial week for all involved, as it were. 

On Monday I went with her for an hour. On Tuesday I took her, dropped her off, and went back 1.5hrs later (we both survived). Today was Dad’s turn, so he has just dropped her off and she will stay for a few hours to play and hopefully a nap too. If everything goes well for the rest of the week then she can go for a full day next week (and then I really do have to be brave). 

Sleeping Babies In Iceland

The nap thing is a little bit of a nervous issue for me as here in Iceland babies sleep in their buggy outside, in all weathers. This is something Mia has never done and to add to the challenge, she will nap in a new-second hand buggy we got purely for this reason. 

I’m absolutely sure she will be fine, she gets so exhausted by all the stimulation of toys and 4 other babies to play with but I’m Mum and so I worry. 

Preparing To Go Back To Work

We all know we have to face reality at some point, and although I work for myself and never really took maternity leave as such, I’m treating it as though I’m returning to work all the same. 

To help me stay on track, motivated and inspired, I have been keeping an Evernote document going with a huge list of ideas and things I want to do with my business. Everything from blog to vlog, new online courses, building up my email list, products, promotions, and more. I’m so excited to get stuck into it but I know Mum-guilt will kick in and I will have to deal. 

Mum-Guilt

It’s a funny thing. You feel guilty for being with your baby and not working, earning, and contributing enough. But then if you go and do some work - or anything away from your baby - you feel like a bad Mum = Mum-guilt. Basically, you can’t win. 

I remember when Mia was about 3 months old and taking a nap in her crib, right in front of me, I decided to get some work done. I wanted to do something relaxing but productive so I grabbed some canvases and painted a Blue Lagoon scene. She was asleep the entire time, and right in front of me so she absolutely didn’t need me or my full attention BUT I felt so damn guilty for doing something other than Mum / Mia stuff. How crazy is that? It makes no sense until you are there until you are a Mum and your mind is messing with you. 

A Pause Before Returning To Work

A few weeks ago, Ingimar said that when Mia starts at the Dagmama, that he wanted me to take 2 weeks off before getting stuck back into work. He knows how much of a workaholic I can be so he asked me to take some time to pause, to just be me; a buffer between Mum-me and working-me. 

To be honest, I struggled with this idea. It seems like a luxury I don’t deserve, selfish. 2 weeks of getting nothing done, what a waste I thought. But if I really committed to the idea of having a buffer between Mum and Work, then it wouldn’t be 2 weeks of getting anything done and it could be really good for the soul. 2 weeks of reconnecting and finding myself (that sounds a bit airy-fairy, I know) and finding my flow again. 

I actually think he’s onto something, but let’s not tell him that. 

What Even Is Me-Time?

As a new Mum, you hear this a lot. “Take some me-time…time for you…look after yourself too”. When I heard this I thought how? or when? But it’s important and can be so simple, we just can’t do it when we are so sleep exhausted and working with baby brain. 

To be real, it might look a lot different from your pre-pregnancy me-time but you can still escape a little and feel ok about it. Here are some easy-ish ideas to try:

COOK

When the baby is down for a nap, close yourself off in the kitchen and make some good old soul food. Get the slow cooker on or make a big pan of soup.

SPA

…and I don’t mean go to one. Get someone to look after the baby and lock yourself in the bathroom. Either run a bath or take a shower. Get out all those products you have been saving for good and use them now. Pamper yourself cos you deserve it now more than ever. Have a good cry if it helps get some of these emotions / hormonal craziness out - I sure did this and it helped loads

SLEEP

The saying “sleep when the baby sleeps” annoyed the heck out of me for a while. I did it in the beginning and it was great but after about 3 months, Mia’s naps got shorter and unpredictable and I just wanted to use that time (however long) to clean or get a load of washing done or just have some breakfast. But honestly, wherever possible - sleep when they sleep, even if it means you nap with them in your bed - you are both resting and that time is so precious.

ASK FOR HELP

I literally never did this cos I am an idiot. There, I said it. It took me until I had my operation until I asked my friend Brittany to come over and play with Mia or to just sit with me and keep me company. It takes a village and unfortunately our village here in Iceland is pretty small but my lovely family in Scotland helps when and where they can, and I love them for it.

DON’T DO IT ALONE

when you are able to and feel ok about it, leave the house. Motherhood can be very lonely and it doesn’t have to be. Visit a friend or relative, meet up with the other Mums from any prenatal groups you went to, go out for a walk with them (we formed a ‘buggy gang’ and kept each other sane), and try to go to local playgroups. It might be scary and often feels very unnatural as you’ll be making friends with girls who you maybe wouldn’t normally be friends with (and you might only talk about your babies) but it can be great company and stimulation for baby.

Finding Me Again

Mia is happily playing with her new little gang at daycare, I need to focus back on myself. She still needs me, yes, but I need to find myself again and start to focus back on my business, my goals, and my income. 

Income & My Goals

I said it, income, money. Argh. As a working Mum, this can be a very daunting area as I feel pressure to bring in money but I have Mum-guilt, and I definitely don’t have as much focus or energy as before. 

I want to be honest with you and help where I can, especially if you are also a working Mum. I have to say that Mia is now my main motivation. I can remember sitting on the sofa, breastfeeding her one day, and making a promise to her that I would work hard and work intentionally to help build the life she, and we, deserve. 

Having her in my life is a huge responsibility but it is also a huge motivator. I want to do well, I want her to see me working and achieving my goals. I want her to look up to me, and I want her to be proud of her Mama. 

I juggle a lot and so going back to work isn’t as smooth as returning to the office. Here are some of the things which make up my ‘job’: 

  1. Layoutlines.com

  2. Blog

  3. YouTube

  4. Online Courses

  5. Creative Workshops

  6. Instagram & Collaborations

  7. Shop / Wholesale / Commissions

My Buffer Time

Here we go, I’m nervously entering into my ‘buffer time’ as suggested by the viking. I will of course still be adding all my ideas to that list in Evernote but I am trying not to work too much and ease my way back into things. Here are the things I want to do in the next 2 weeks:

  • Rejoin the gym and try some classes

  • Swim and sit in hot pools

  • Go to the cinema

  • Bake

  • Cook

  • Deep clean the apartment, I’m wild, I know

  • Declutter as much as possible, I’m no minimalist - more like minimal-ish

  • Catch up with friends I haven’t seen in ages

  • Meet some new contacts I’ve made here in Reykjavik

  • Book flights for upcoming weddings


Are you on maternity/paternity leave, returning to work?

Our Birth Plan

Our Birth Plan

You might be reading this post as you research Birth Plans and contemplate what’s ahead, or you might just be interested in our journey and how we approached it.

To be completely honest, at no point did I expect to have a plan that we would follow - let’s be real, nothing in my life has really been like that so why change it now. I’m much more of a list maker. I make list for lists and so naturally I approached the concept of a Birth Plan as more of a list of suggestions and ideas for labour and delivery. I think this is more realistic and really worked for us.

So whether you have a Birth Plan or a list of ideas, here’s what we had on our list - just typed up on my phone (and printed for the hospital bag).

personal points

Language barriers | As I would be giving birth here in Iceland (I don’t speak enough Icelandic to labour in it) my main concern was that everything would be said in Icelandic and so I wouldn’t be able to completely follow what was happening, and that could potentially get stressful. Without sounding rude and obnoxious, my ideal solution was for medical staff to speak English to me, where possible, but confirm any important changes or information in Icelandic with Ingimar to avoid any mistranslation. All staff spoke English and this wasn’t an issue at all. 

Prenatal meetings | We felt pretty organised (well, as much as we could be for our first child) and had attended a ‘Birth in Iceland’ seminar at Bjorkin - which I highly recommend if you live in Iceland. I wanted to do this course mainly to set my mind at ease and make sure we knew what to expect.

Labouring, from home to hospital | We used the Pregnancy+ App to help us keep track and count contractions. I wanted to labour at home for as long as I could, as recommended by our midwife. At this time Ingimar was to call the hospital and let them know my labour had started and to request a room with a birthing pool. When we were ready, we would head to the hospital, that way they would be expecting us as we had pre-registered.

Midwives names | It was important to me that we learned the midwives names straight away, especially as some Icelandic names can be difficult for me.

What to avoid | The last thing I wanted for the actual delivery was a room full of people. I discussed this with Ingimar a few weeks prior so he knew I wanted (ideally) just myself, Ingimar and the midwife delivering baby unless otherwise advised.

Birth Plan

EARLY LABOR

Massage | key to comfort and distraction. I found that gentle hand massage on my lower back was good at the start but I think it just annoyed me as labour progressed - I probably got annoying too so I don’t think it lasted long.

Move around | help labour progress naturally. This was something that made absolute sense to me and I wanted to do it as soon as my waters broke to get the labour going and progress faster BUT when my waters broke, I got back into bed where I laboured for a couple of hours before I actually got up again. Once I was in the hospital however, I paced the floor, back and forth, for hours and hours which I believe really helped me and my body to progress and cope.

Assist standing & squatting | I didn’t do much in early labour other than sitting on the toilet for a while as my waters slowly broke. In labour, Ingimar was really good at this. He helped me move around, stretch my back out, take the weight as I needed and suggest different positions to try for comfort and progression.

No Dad jokes, please | This was an early agreed rule with Ingimar - king of the bad Dad jokes. I rarely find them all that funny so I knew I didn’t want to hear them in labour. Pick a different time and place, or just save them for a few weeks later, please.

Dim lights | My water broke early morning and I went into labour on midsummers day (21st June) which, here in Iceland, meant 22hours of daylight so dimming the lights wasn’t really something anyone thought of. When we got into the delivery room I saw that there was a building site opposite so I closed the curtains but it was an overcast day anyway. The room was nice but it wasn’t a cosy atmosphere, it was very sterile. In hindsight, I don’t think this would have been something that had helped me much, I was very much in my own head and had my eyes closed for a lot of labour.

Smells, oils & spray | I had them all packed in my hospital bag - that sat on a chair, unopened, in the corner of the room. I was definitely one of those first time Mums that overpacked and didn’t use anything from my hospital bag.

Music | I meant to make a birth playlist of music from our wedding and stuff but I never got round to it. We brought a mini travel speaker, it wasn’t used. We didn’t listen to anything the entire time we were at the hospital.

“Breathe the baby down” | relax as much as your body will let you. In between each contraction, try to talk and even smile. Relax your jaw. Breathe. Open your hands so that you aren’t holding onto any tension. No fits. Relax the lower part of your body, this will help relax your cervix.

I used this method of breathing, it really worked for me in my natural labour Breath colours.

Don’t fight contractions | relax into them. Breathe and let your body do what it knows to do.

Walk, count steps, distract mind | Being active is a great way to help progress labour. A gentle walk or climbing the stairs can do wonders - I know, it might be the last thing you want to do but it can really help. It works as a great distraction for the mind, count steps and focus on that.

‘happy place’ | some people think up a happy place in their heads and go there when they are in labour, some think about places they have been or even have heard about. My mind took me back to a trip I’d taken with my sister to Bath a few years back - I haven’t thought about it for a while so it was completely random but I am very close to my sister and she also has a baby so I think I was already thinking about her. Focus the mind on this place but in detail. Really distract your mind. You don’t need to say anything out loud, it can be stronger just kept in your head. A happy place will help encourage oxytocin, the happy hormone, and that helps progress labour.

Each contraction is a step closer to baby | it’s true, whether you feel like it or not, baby is on their way - you got this.

Stamp out adrenaline | this didn’t happen to me but maybe that’s because I was walking for most of my labour. If you feel adrenaline coming on then stamp it out, it can act as the opposite of oxytocin and actually slow things down.

Bring on the Oxytocin | this is the happy hormone that will help labour progress and so it is important to relax and try to increase this hormone by feeling good - smile, listen to your favourite music, retell happy stories, talk about baby and how excited you are for this new family life, etc. Be excited about baby coming.

Hot/cold compress | have both packed and ready. A cold gel compress is handy in the fridge and is great for helping with post-birth recovery and when your milk comes in. Grab a hot water bottle and cover too, this can be good for the start of labour (often it feels like period pains and so this can be comforting) and you might want to use a hot water bottle wrapped in something to ease discomfort for when your milk comes in too.

Massage balls | pack some tennis balls in the hospital bag. They might stay in there but you might fancy having them rolled in a circular motion on your lower back.

Sit on the loo | possibly the most natural position to labour in and sadly not one we often end up in. Squatting is a great position and one your partner can help with. Sitting on the loo supports you but you might be a little embarrassed to try it in front of your partner and midwife - trust me though, you won’t feel embarrassed about much after the birth.

Chant | This isn’t for everyone, and I’m not one for chanting but in my second trimester I went to prenatal yoga and the meditating chant was quite relaxing (well, compared to trying to do yoga with a bump). I didn’t continue it but instead swapped for prenatal aquafit which I loved, but the chant often came into my head and was quite relaxing and meditative. Ingimar claims to be Buddhist, definitely not practising but he goes to meditation meetings and often chants. He would, on occasion, ask if he could chant “Om na mor, guru dev na mor” to bump but we didn’t do any of this in labour. He might have, I honestly wouldn’t have known.

TRANSITION

Move around, try different positions | I watched lots of videos on positions for labour on YouTube, and then picked one for Ingimar to watch with me so he had seen some of the positions and could hopefully remember and make suggestions on things to try. We didn’t really do any other than standing with my arms around him to help take some of the weight off me.

Use the exercise ball (or peanut ball to keep hips open) | This was brought to me in labour and I tried it once before pretty much kicking it across the room - it felt like the bounce has moved baby back up the birth canal and so I certainly didn’t want that. I didn’t use it again and didn’t need the peanut ball. I hardly used mine throughout pregnancy, I sat on it a few times when I had Braxton Hicks contractions.

Gas & Air, Epidural if needed (not straight away) | I got my wish but thinking back, I’m not sure how I managed on just Gas and Air. I think it all comes down to being a first time Mum and not knowing what the heck you are in for and how much you can take / how bad it’s going to actually get. The pure magic of hormones and time means I don’t actually remember how bad it got but I know there was only one stage where I asked what other pain management they could offer and that was when I was 10cm - it was too late. I’m happy and proud of myself, and my body, that I managed on just Gas and Air. I feel it was best for baby and that was important for me.

SECOND STAGE: DELIVERY

No episiotomy (unless absolutely necessary) | it obviously was and I had clearly had a valid worry about having one. At that moment, I didn’t feel anything, I just wanted baby out and safe so of course, I didn’t question it. The cut was made and baby was delivered. After birth and the afterbirth, I was stitched back up which took almost 2 hours and a number of people. This worried me a little but I didn’t know if that was normal. It was not pleasant at all. I felt some of the stitches and was concerned about how many people were involved in it. I don’t want to worry or scare you, it was the best thing for Mia and of course, I’d do it again for her safe delivery, but those first few hours with her on me weren’t the magical experience I had hoped for.

Natural placenta delivery (preferred) | This is all a blur now but I semi recall the midwife telling me that I should push on the next contraction and the placenta would be delivered. It was very straightforward and easy in comparison. I asked them to check if the placenta was intact and they showed me it, I was kind of grossed out.

Umbilical Cord | It was important to us that the umbilical cord be left uncut until it had stopped pulsating so Mia could get all of the nutrients from it before Dad cut the cord. It’s not really a magical moment like in the movies or something, it’s all kind of a blur - Dad is told to cut, you are holding your newborn and about to be stitched back up.

Skin to skin | the ah moment every Mum imagines as the end goal - right after all that pushing, breathing, panting, contracting and pure butt-kicking that labour and delivery is. I really wanted to have skin to skin straight away, uninterrupted, pure baby bliss. Those first few moments with baby after delivery are so important for bonding but also for all the hormones, the babies latch and so on. It was lovely and we did get our kind of uninterrupted skin to skin but they also started on my stitches so I was in pain and worried about my recovery. I guess having her on me helped me deal with that but I worried for a long time if she could feel my pain and discomfort.

Dad got skin to skin with Mia once I was all sorted and he also slept with her on his chest for the first night.

Don’t take the baby away | Clearly, I’ve watched too many movies but I wanted to make sure that if Mia was to be taken somewhere for any reason, that Ingimar would be there with her. Not for fear of the wrong baby being brought back but more that I didn’t want Mia to be alone.

Breastfeeding | I hoped we would be lucky enough to get to breastfeed and that Mia would latch on. In Iceland, it is very much encouraged to have your baby to latch on right away. I always planned to try breastfeeding and am so happy it worked out for us but I don’t think I was ever asked if I wanted to breastfeed, I was just told to try it. As a first time mum, I don’t know if this is the norm everywhere but I think it’s great. It helped baby, it helped me and it made everything so much more real. Mia knew what to do straight away and it felt so natural having her on the boob.

Photographs | remember to take some. I had looked up newborn, delivery photography and had all these ideas in my head of the kind of pictures I wanted to take BUT in reality, I certainly didn’t feel like having my picture taken as I lay there all stitched up and very uncomfortable. My baby was and is beautiful, the first few moments were very raw and real, we did take some pictures and I’m glad we did but the pictures I love were taken that first night or upon leaving the hospital.

I’m glad I captured a little bit of the start of labour and then when we were on the recovery ward for the vlog but I honestly don’t know how people vlog their birth experience - we never planned to and I’m glad I didn’t have to worry about that and could just be fully present in it all.

Dad with newborn baby

*notes For Dads/birthing partners

Be patient | I can’t imagine what it’s like for the Dad or birthing partner. First off you can’t really do all that much to help, you have to watch your loved one in pain, you have to wait patiently for hours and then boom, out pops a baby and you’re instantly a parent. For us, we have had 9+ months getting used to the idea of a baby and being a Mum. We are trying to be in control of our labor and ourselves. We might say something we regret, we might tell you we can’t do it, we might throw the Birth Plan out the window in the first stage of labor. Stay strong, listen to your partner, remind them of their birth wishes. Do not, at any point, say you’re tired or have a headache or something equally stupid. Keep your perspective.

Tell us if you’re leaving the room | I knew I would be in the zone and so I wanted to know I could call on Ingimar at any point and he’d be right there unless he had said so. He was amazing about this and only left my side to run downstairs and grab some food after asking me if I was absolutely sure - he must have demolished the food as he was back at my side only a few contractions later. I was more nervous about this before labor than in it.

How to help | Massage is one of the best things you can do in the early stages of labor. Get some tennis balls and roll them in circles on the lower part of our back or wherever is best. Aside from that, help change positions and remind us of different positions for comfort and to help baby progress. Offer the birthing ball or whatever is available. Be polite and friendly with staff, but direct when and if needed.

Offer us stuff | Offer sips of water, keep us hydrated, especially if on Gas and Air. It might sound rude but we are probably in the zone and so only know what we want that very second. Yes, we need you to be mind readers. To be super helpful, try different things (anything you think might help) and keep trying them until you feel is right - i.e, don’t just ask if we want a drink of water but instead hold a cup of water with a straw in it out to us and we will either take a sip or not. We might say no or shake our head, or even ignore you - remember we are in labor so don’t take it personally.

The hospital bag | Know what’s in the hospital bag and use some of it to help out. Offer lip balm - hand it to us open and ready to use. If we say no, that’s ok, keep thinking of things we might need or want every now and then. To be honest, we aren’t thinking of anything but getting from one contraction to the next.

Hold sick bag | what a lovely job you do get. Holding sick bags, helping us on and off the toilet, or in and out the birthing pool. But we need you and we sure appreciate your strength as we wrap our arms around you and bear down on your shoulders as another contraction hits.

Don’t take frustration/irritability personally | This is real. The transition phase is when some woman gets really irritated or frustrated and - in the movies - is when they scream that they’re never having kids again or something. Be aware of this stage in labor, it’s short and is usually right before your bundle of joy appears but it’s a tough one. At this point, I was pushing and groaning as I gave it everything I had so Ingimar said to me that he would groan and loudly moan with me, and he did. Be supportive.

Install car seat | make sure it is in place and you know how to use it. If you don’t have it in place, the midwives won’t let you take the baby home.


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My Natural Labor & Delivery Story

My Natural Labor & Delivery Story

I sit here, in bed, recovering from my recent post-birth operation, and am finally getting into the headspace to actually write about our experience of becoming parents so today I sharing our natural labour and delivery story. Our first child, Mia Elisabet, was born on the 21st of June 2018 at Landspítali Hospital here in Reykjavik, Iceland. I had 13 hours, of natural labour, and Mia arrived safe and sound into the world at 5:25 pm. Here’s a rundown of the big day.

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Acupuncture (avoiding induction)

In the run-up to my due date, I met with our midwife Harpa at Bjorkin as, for some reason, the hospital and our local midwife started to discuss the idea of an induction. I wanted to avoid this so we discussed our options and she offered to do some acupuncture on me. I had never tried acupuncture before but found it very relaxing and well, let’s just say I believe it contributed a great deal to the next steps.

Acupuncture avoiding induction

Braxton Hicks Contractions & Real Contractions

Braxton Hicks contractions are the contractions you might feel before you are actually in labour. They act as a warm-up, preparing your body but can drive you mad as you hope they will quickly turn into the real deal. There are a few ways to tell if your contractions are the ‘real’ or practice Braxton Hicks. Read up on this - but basically, it’s all about timing and if they increase in frequency and strength. On the plus side, they tend to be more uncomfortable than painful and are a good sign as they help your body prepare for birth. Use this time to prepare yourself mentally for contractions too.

As many women do, I had Braxton Hicks contractions on and off for days before my waters broke. They didn’t get too bad - similar to a strong menstrual cramp - and were helped by massage (time for your partner to get involved) and a hot shower / hot water bottle to ease the discomfort.

The day before

Such is life, we can never pick the perfect time to naturally go into labour and so we were far from ready. We had been ready, but then we went through the second kind of ‘nesting period’ and switched up a load of our appliances so the apartment was a mess. We had a new fridge/freezer and dishwasher delivered but not yet fitted. Ingimar and I tried to move the fridge into position - mostly Ingimar, obviously - and the dishwasher was still sitting in the living room on cardboard waiting to be installed. I had just been to the second-hand furniture shop to buy a chest of drawers for the nursery, so they sat in the middle of the room waiting to be cleaned and painted. And to add to what I thought I would have time to achieve before I went into labour, I had just collected a fridge full of Isey skyr for collaboration and was getting ready to shoot those pictures.

So not the best timing, eh?!

The night before

Ingimar and I went to bed early, cuddled up, and watched ‘Knocked Up’ (as recommended by our Midwife as a fun but kinda realistic labour movie). Ingimar fell asleep, I finished the film and then drifted off. I woke up at 4 am with an odd sensation and wasn’t sure if I needed to go to the toilet (safe bet as you go all the time when pregnant) and, yup, it all started.


The big day | Thursday 21st June 2018

I asked Ingimar to keep a timeline of my labour and delivery

04:15 | Sonia wakes as her waters break and goes to the toilet

It’s a very odd feeling, a calm feeling. It doesn’t happen dramatically so you’re not sure if you just lost control of your bladder but then it doesn’t stop. Slowing but surely your waters have gone and the real adventure begins. I was feeling a little nervous but mostly excited I was surprisingly excited. It sounds cheesy but I looked in the mirror and said to myself “You can do this, it’s time to have a baby“.

05:20 | Sonia wakes Ingimar

Contractions started pretty much as soon as I returned to the bedroom and told Ingimar. I took 2 paracetamol and lay down in bed. The contractions were similar to Braxton Hicks or very strong period pains but they were starting to get stronger, longer and faster.

05:20-08:30 | Ingimar is timing the contractions on the Pregnancy+ app. They are hard and long, harder than we expected so early into the labour, it’s a little confusing so Ingimar calls the hospital to speak to them and let them know what our situation is. He then calls Gran Roza (over in Scotland) to let her know what’s happening and she looks up flights right away.

I spent a lot of the latter part of my pregnancy reading and watching positive birth videos to get a good idea of what to expect and try to appreciate how different each Mothers birthing experience can be. I was very open to whatever was going to happen and tried to be as relaxed as I could - after all, the baby was going to arrive how and when the baby arrived. I had read about positive affirmations but wasn’t sold on any. I knew about Hypnobirthing and had listened to some podcasts and tracks, but hadn’t done much more. I read and read blog posts and articles on breathing - one stuck in my mind, I had been practising it.

Breathing Colour: so I did. I would breathe in a colour…and then breathe out that colour until it faded in hue completely - I did this, and this only for over 2 hours at home.

I lay in bed, on my side, breathing in and out colours as Ingimar made calls. I’m not sure if we had music on but I had made a playlist and it wasn’t even used at any point in my labour. With no idea how I would progress, I asked for a cup of tea (laughable really) and some toast. By the time Ingimar returned with it, I was progressing fast with hardly any breaks between contractions. He called the hospital again and they told us to come in.

08:30 | After speaking with the midwives for the second time, Sonia gets up and dressed, and we leave for the hospital. The contractions are now passing 3 minutes in length.

I got up and slowly pulled some clothes on (a challenge indeed, why did I bother really). Ingimar ran down to the car with my hospital bag and made sure the car seat was fitted and ready. He brought the car to the door and came back up to help me. I was struggling to get dressed between contractions as they were so close together. From the bottom up I had managed my UGG slippers, Ingimar’s grey joggers (yup, light grey, so my still leaking waters were showing), but my top and he put his dressing gown around me. Classy - not the outfit I had planned to arrive at the hospital in.

09:10 | Arrive at the hospital.

Driving to the hospital must have been a nerve-wracking journey for Ingimar to make but he appeared very calm. Luckily it’s only a 10-minute drive and rush hour (not that there is one in Reykjavik) was over. Being in labour and being in a car is an interesting experience - and one that takes skill in hovering over the seat and holding onto anything whilst your body contracts. Luckily it is natural for your body to slow down a little when you change the environment so I only recall having a few contractions in the car, and they were shorter. I do remember being stopped at the traffic lights whilst having a contraction and pulling the hood of Ingimar’s dressing gown over my head to hide from the cars beside us.

Arriving at the hospital, no car parking space found - typical - Ingimar dumped the car at the door and we went in. I had written an “emergency: wife’s in labour “ sign to put on the windscreen but it was probably still on my desk at home. We took the lift up to where the midwife was waiting for us, she took us into a small room, helped me take my clothes off and examined me before covering me with a hospital gown.

Between the journey, the contractions, and all the breathing, I was a little delirious and thought that the midwife was our friend’s wife - she just looked like. The midwife was pregnant herself and so after my labour, I was convinced that our friend’s wife was pregnant. I was already losing it and I’d only had 2 paracetamol!!

09:30 | Dilation is not far 1-2 cm

When the midwife told me that I was only 2cm dilated, I couldn’t believe it. I got worried. If I was already in this much pain and discomfort at only 2cm, how the heck would I cope?! I asked for something to help with the pain. She told me that one of the bigger rooms was almost ready so if I could hold on then I’d get something in the room. A few strong contractions later we were walking into our birthing suite.

The room was big. A suite. We joked that we had the 5-star suite. There was a bed and a good-sized birthing pool, and there was Gas and Air. Thank goodness. We closed the curtains as I felt very aware that there was a building site opposite us. I got into my clothes - a black cotton night dress and a T-shirt over the top. I started to walk back and forth in the room, breathing in the gas and breathing out colours. I did this for hours, I didn’t speak, I just walked back and forth. I think this was possibly the quietest hours Ingimar has ever experienced with me. I was in the zone, focused and doing my thing.

Landspítali Hospital Birth Suite

All this time Ingimar was updating the family and my Mum and her partner were on their way to Glasgow to board a flight to Iceland. I had no idea.

11:00 | Dilation is 5-6 cm

The midwife left us pretty much to it, she came in to do her check-ups, help untangle the Gas and Air tubing, and chatted to Ingimar in Icelandic. Thankfully she reported I was now almost 6cm dilated. I felt relief, what I was doing was working, it felt good and I was in control. She said I could go into the birthing pool at any point so just to let them know and they’d prepare it. I was happy to keep walking for now but wanted to try the birthing pool - in my mind, I felt like, if I left it too long then I might be too late for the pool.

Ingimar continued to update the family. Mum boards her flight.

13:00 | Dilation is close to 8cm, Sonia enters the birthing pool

I walked back and forth for almost 4 hours. I would stop now and then to hold onto Ingimar and stretch my back out as much as I could. I also leaned over the bed as he massaged my back but it felt better to be constantly moving. I felt good, in control and managing on just Gas and Air.

The midwife brought in a birthing ball and Ingimar helped me onto it. I bounced once and immediately stood up and kicked the ball away. I felt like the bounce had moved the baby further up and certainly didn’t want that feeling. She then suggested we move to the pool to see if that helped the baby.

The pool looked inviting but trying to get in and out would be a little challenging. I took my clothes off, and the midwife checked me before I got in and said I was almost 8cm. wow!! Once in, it wasn’t as relaxing as I had thought and I felt a lot more exposed. Naked in a pool, feeling and looking HUGE with two fully dressed people sitting in front of you chatting in another language whilst you deal with contraction is a very odd feeling. I took the mask off and tried to join in the conversation between contractions. The midwife was trying to get Ingimar to go for some food as this would be a good time before it all got very real. I said go, then held the mask back tightly on my face as another contraction hit.

Ingimar was back in no time.

They asked how I felt - I honestly just felt like I had to do a poo and that it was stopping the baby from coming. From my research, I knew that this was a good sign in labour as baby makes their way down the birth canal but I felt like I was blocking it. They got me out of the pool, on the bed and I was given a suppository. After a few minutes, I tried to use the bathroom (a first in front of Ingimar) but he patiently helped me on and off the toilet and then back into the pool.

14:00 | Sonia enters the birthing pool again

Back in the pool, the weight of the baby was off me and the longer I was in the pool, the more comfortable I got. Suppository in and now naked in a pool, I didn’t care what that outcome was - I held the Gas and Air mask tight over my mouth so it covered most of my face, eyes closed and breathing deep - I was in the zone and fully in my headspace.

The midwife kept a constant check on the baby and said her pulse was a bit high, and that they wanted me out of the pool and back on the bed for monitoring. It was all very calm and no one was at all worried so I got out, waddled to the bed and they checked me again. A few hard contractions hit and I asked to go back in the pool. The midwife said not just yet…

I didn’t realize that this was it, the baby was coming and I wouldn’t be getting back in the pool.

Mum lands in Iceland, Ingimar’s sister meets her at the airport and they make their way to the hospital (they met Mia only 2 hours after she was born).

15:30 | Sonia is almost fully dilated and pushing commences

I was almost 10cm, still on Gas and Air, back on the bed, and trying out different positions. This is when I started to feel the peak of pain, the challenge, and the struggle to keep believing I could do this. I was strong enough to keep trusting in my body. I knew it knew what to do but it felt like it couldn’t do anymore. I turned to Ingimar and said ”I can’t do this. Maybe I should get an epidural or something, what else can they give me?” At that point, the midwife said it’s too late, you’re 10cm, time to start pushing.

I lay back on the bed, I couldn’t believe I was about to deliver our baby. This bump was a baby, a real person and we would meet her soon. But I was so naive to think that it would happen soon and I would just push a few times, and out she’d pop.

I had no idea how to push, I just felt like I was doing it wrong. It wasn’t working. That sounds ridiculous but I hadn’t read up on it. The midwives were speaking Icelandic and Ingimar was doing his best to translate, help me, speak to them and keep calm. I was trying to stay calm, stay strong, and stay in the zone but I didn’t know what was happening to my body or my baby, and if I was doing it right. I didn’t want to be lying down. I didn’t want to push yet, I didn’t feel ready. I took a deep breath, dug my chin down, and pushed and pushed and pushed.

17:00 | We are crowning and Sonia touches her daughter’s head for the first time

The midwife shift changed and we had a new midwife. I was now on a bed (where I didn’t want to be), with a new midwife and a husband who was not afraid of watching what was going on. I asked Ingimar to stay up at me, but then I also kept asking him what he could see. The poor guy. The midwife told me to put the Gas and Air down and just go with the contractions. I kept pushing.

Finally, after countless pushes, Ingimar said he could see her head - we were crowning. The midwife kept telling us that our baby would be here in the next contraction and to push, I did so for 2 long hours. It was confusing, frustrating, exhausting - it took every muscle in my body. It took all of my remaining focus. It took everything we both had to give at that moment. I reached down to feel her head and her hair. I needed the motivation. Laying my head back on the bed, I looked up at the monitor and watched as a contraction started and I pushed with everything I had.

They don’t call it the ‘Ring of Fire’ for nothing and it came as a shock with a side of panic to me, but once I knew what it was, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before my baby was safely delivered. I let out an animal-like groan, Ingimar took my hand and said I’ll do it with you, we roared. We did this for 2 to 3 pushes - we were loud.

The midwife said she needed to make a small cut to help the baby, I had torn twice by this point so they gave me an episiotomy.

One push and her head was born, two contractions later, one push, and Mia was born.

17:25 | Sonia is holding our beautiful baby girl in her arms (Dad gets skin-to-skin later)

Mia was placed on my tummy as the umbilical cord was too short. She is perfect. She cried. She calmed, I calmed. She is our everything, instantly. I love her.

I plan to follow up on this blog post with a Postpartum, 4th Trimester, recovery story, and other related blog posts (and videos too but let’s not get ahead of ourselves). I have kept my labour & delivery story as honest and positive as possible, after all, it was a very positive experience and one I want to record and look back on but this doesn’t mean that it went without problems. I was left with some serious tears and an episiotomy to heal and I feel it is important to talk about that too.

If you have any questions or tips/advice you want to share, please comment below as I feel it is very important to be open and honest in talking about your experience with childbirth. Please keep comments supportive and kind.


Welcome to the world Mia Elisabet