
The lovely Amy at
And 1 more means 4 is hosting a birth story carnival! The picture on the right is of her beautiful little Pud! I love a birth story. I think having a baby is one of the most wonderful experiences I will ever have. Here is my story...
May 23rd, I'm in the hairdressers having my hair done and I start to feel quite strange. My tummy is aching every now and then, it's like period pain. It seems to come and go and I assume it's just braxton hicks like I've been having for a few weeks now. By the time I get back from the hairdressers, the pains are getting more frequent. I decide to phone the hospital for some advice. I never went in to labour with Wee Z because I was induced so it's all a bit new to me. They tell me to come in to get checked out so off I go...
It's a false alarm however the DR has decided to bring me in for an induction as I'm starting to break out in a rash and it maybe similar to what I had whilst pregnant with Wee Z. The induction is booked for May 27th at 2pm.
From Sunday to Tuesday I partake in any activity recommended to naturally induce labour in a hope that I can go myself. I want to experience the rush to the hospital, my waters breaking, Husband timing contractions...It doesn't work. Nothing!...Nope not even THAT! On 27th May I drop Wee Z and Daddy off at the park to met Uncle R and his kids whilst I drive myself to hospital to be induced. I'm excited! I know the next time I drive my car my baby girl will be with us. I'm admited to the ward and left to get comfy. It's lovely to see some of the midwives who were there when I had Wee Z, one of them even remembers me. I'm in a room with 2 other ladies who are also being induced. They have their partners there which is hard. I wish Husband was with me but we don't have anyone free to look after Wee Z, so I'm left with a copy of OK! for company. A midwife comes round to give me my gel to get me started. It's 4.36pm. The midwife tells me they will check me again tomorrow morning at 7am. I have to lie down for half an hour and then I can go for a walk. At 5.06pm off I go for a long walk. I end up back in my room at 6.30pm with my dinner (turkey, chips and cauliflower cheese!) and Hollyoaks. After dinner I decided to go for another walk, I call Husband and say goodnight to Wee Z and then have a shower. I make some tea and toast and get ready to go to bed. When I was induced with Wee Z it took 2 days. It's going to be a long night.
It's 9.30pm and I'm watching The Apprentice. My bum is aching. It feels like there is this huge pressure force just pushing down on me. I call the midwife and I'm hooked up on to the heart/contraction monitor. After 2 hours and some paracetmol I'm told I'm definitely contracting...no kidding! The midwife calls the DR to come and check me. The DR is in theatre so I have to wait until 12.30am. I'm knackered. I knew I should have slept earlier. When the DR arrives she tells me I'm about 2cms dilated. Off I go to labour ward to get my waters broken. I phone Husband. He can't quite believe it's happening quite so quickly. Infact, he has only just gone to bed. Best friend is staying over to look after Wee Z.
At 1.30am my waters are broken. I'm coping well myself so my midwife just lets me get on with it. I'm a bit annoyed because I just want to get up and walk about but they insist on keeping me on the monitor. The contractions start to get stronger and stronger so I ask for some gas and air. Woooo! I feel like I'm in a club, music thumping and I'm pretty much bungalowed after 10 minutes. Much better. It's about 3am but to be honest I'm so out of it I'm not aware of anything. The contractions start getting worse. It's at this point I become a bit hysterical...or so I'm told. I want an epidural. The midwife checks me. I'm only 3 cms dilated. In 3 hours I have only moved 1 cm!!!! Husband's face drops. He's in for a long night with no sleep! She tells me to try and hold off for an hour so off I go back to my gas and air. 30 minutes later and I'm crying for something else. How do these women do it all naturally??? They deserve a medal!!! Unlucky for me the Anaesthetist is in theatre so I have to wait at least 30 minutes. They offer me morphine which I'm all for but Husband isn't too keen. "Well, what about the baby, we didn't really want to have that." "I think if your wife wants something for the pain you should just let her have it. The effects are quite minimal if any." It's about 4.30am when I get my morphine. "Give it 20 minutes to work!"
I'm lying back down now. I feel a bit abused because when the nurse was trying to put a drip in for me she made a mess of it which made my wrist swell up and is now bruising. They never put the drip in after all the hassle. Suddenly I feel this overwhelming need to push. Wild horses couldn't stop me! It's not sore, it's just a need. I'm really quiet...apparently I didn't tell the midwife I needed to push. They quickly realise that little baby is about to make an appearance and they are still sitting drinking their cups of tea. I don't give them very long to dress the place as it were. I think it was about 2 pushes and she was out. Instantly I was alert. The woozy, cloudy head feeling had vanished. And there lying on my chest was my beautfiul little girl. Well done me!
Miss C was born on May 28th at 4.57am weighing 6lbs 14oz. She is just perfect in everyway!