For Flashback Friday this week, I'm continuing with my pregnancy story. We'd been told I was going to be taken in to be induced in less than 24 hours. It was starting to sink in that I was about to have a baby.
On May 29th at 2pm, I arrived with Husband at the maternity unit to be induced. I had a suitcase with me with my stuff and tiny babygros for my new baby to wear. We had been to the Bear Factory to make a bear for the baby so I brought it with me too. I kept it beside me the whole time I was in hospital as I wanted the bear to smell like me so the baby would be comforted by it.
I was taken to the ward and in to a room with 3 other ladies. One of the ladies was also being induced whilst another was having a section and one was in as she was unwell and had to be monitored. I met other ladies from other rooms who had just given birth or were about to give birth. One lady had just given birth to triplets!
I was given my first dose of the gel to help ripen my cervix (lovely!) at 5pm that day. I had to stay in bed for 30 minutes but then I was allowed to get up and go for a big long walk. We walked around the hospital grounds, occasionally I would jump up and down in a hope of getting things going and then we came back to my room to have dinner. I remember the pudding was quite yummy!
The next morning, the Doctor came to see if the gel had worked. It hadn't. My stubborn cervix had done nothing. I was given some more gel and then left the rest of the day. I never felt any twinges or any pain. I was fed up. I thought the gel would have worked first time, my waters would have broke and I'd have had a baby within a few hours. How naive was I?!
In the evening, the DR came back to check me and still the gel hadn't done much. They gave me one last dose of the gel and decided they'd check me again in the morning. I didn't sleep much that night, wishing to feel just a slight twinge. Eventually my tummy started getting sore so I asked for some paracetamol. Finally, I managed to sleep.
It was the morning of the 31st of May. I was one day passed by actual due date. Maybe today would be the day. The day we met our baby. The midwife came and woke me up at 6am and told me to get my stuff ready. I was being taken to the labour ward to have my waters broken.
Finally, I thought! In a few hours, I'd be having a cuddle with my brand new baby. Wee Z, however, had other ideas...
This post is being linked up to Flashback Friday which is hosted by these lovely ladies...