The man started work at 6am so was instructed to keep a close watch on his phone. I had a bath mid-morning and an extra nap (figured I'd sleep while I could!) but contractions remained at about 10-15 minutes apart and really manageable. I was due to give birth at the hospital in the next town and we had to pop over that way anyway to collect the little one from school so we decided to ask to be examined (7 minutes apart at this point) and found I was 1cm dilated! ONE! Hey-ho - back home we went. The little one went to stay with her grandparents that night as we were certain things were progressing.
We decided to go for a walk (it was about a 20 minute walk but took us around an hour) to see if that'd help and then I had another bath and got into bed at about 10:30.
1:30am on Saturday morning I woke up in absolute agony! I got out of bed and came downstairs as I found the contractions easier to deal with on all fours on the sofa. I started to time them and they gradually got more painful and closer together - at 4:15am I phoned the hospital and was told to have some breakfast, potter around and make my way over there (my waters hadn't broken so she said we had time). I got myself ready and woke the man up - we even popped into Tesco for some drinks on the way!
When we arrived they said I was 4cm dilated (woohoo!) and so found us a room... but then 3 hours later when the midwives changed over was found to be only 3cm.. (?) and told to either go home or go on the antenatal ward. We opted for the ward as we were so close to being in active labour it seemed daft to drive the whole way home.
We figured the walk helped the first time and so dumped our stuff and headed out of the hospital for a walk. By the time we got back contractions were about 3 minutes apart and continued to get stronger. The man asked if I could have some pain relief and I was given paracetamol (may as well have been smarties for all the good it did!).. we asked when I'd next be examined and was told it'd be a while as they like to wait and I didn't seem to be in too much pain.. (I was... I'm just not the sort to scream my head off on a ward full of strangers!)
At about 12:30pm the man was sent away and I was sent down for lunch. He decided to walk down to the chippy and while I was eating my lunch... my waters broke! I ran to the loo, text the man and bagged up the pad for the midwife (it was green as baby had pooed) and was rushed down to a room on the labour ward. He chucked his chips away (what a waste!) and raced back. Still 3cm on examination but things got heated very quickly.
I was offered gas and air but couldn't get on with it and so was asked if I'd like an epidural - the midwife said I could have a while to go and so it'd be a good idea. By this point I'd have taken almost anything and so was the anesthetist's next port of call.
When he arrived everything just went a bit crazy. The contractions were so close together there was barely a break, he was trying to find a vein, the midwife was taking my blood pressure, I was hanging off the man crying in pain and begging to be left alone for just a minute. I don't remember much of this but from what I'm told the anesthetist tried to put the canula in my left hand but blood squirted everywhere (my hand is still bruised!) and so it went in the right. I had to lean forward on the bed for him to do the epidural...
Next thing I know is I'm lay in bed pain-free! Ah magical epidural! They like to leave it four hours to let things progress and so I next was examined at about 7:30pm - when I was 10cm. You wait an hour before you're allowed to push (I can't remember why..) but in that time baby's heart rate started to look scary - it was dropping after the contractions rather than with them and so a doctor was called.
They let me start to push but the problem kept getting worse. I was allowed to push for about 10 minutes before being prepped for a forceps trial delivery, and potentially a cesarean section. I pushed twice with the forceps before they decided to go ahead with c-section. The man was sat in the corner while more people ran in and they got everything ready. They brought the man back to sit with me (facing away from the action) and he was a mess. I tried to console him but we both had a good cry.
They started the c-section and I don't really remember much of this part. Just lying there listening to my baby's heart on the monitor, holding the man's hand and praying everything would be ok.
And it was. My baby was born at 9:35pm on Saturday 19th July 2014 weighing 7lb 15oz. The man looked as he was born and told me we had a little boy before he was whisked away and we were left crying (happy tears this time). After a little while they brought him - Oscar - over to us and the man held him while I tried to reach and hold his little hand. The two of them were taken away while I was stitched up.
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Too small for his hat! |
After an age of being flipped and turned I was wheeled out to the recovery room and able to hold and feed my baby. We had about an hour together before little Oscar and I were taken to the postnatal ward and the man was sent home (he didn't even make it back to the house before phoning the hospital to check we were ok!).
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My beautiful Oscar |
And that's it! How my little bundle of joy was brought to this world. Not perfectly or easily but he's here now - and he is perfect.
I've just realised this is so long - the little one has been asleep on me the entire time too! Do you know how hard it is to type with one hand? I'll leave it there for now, but updates will come very soon.
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