Congratulations Sebs, hope you're getting lots of rest and taking it as easy as you can and that you're getting lots of baby cuddles.
I'm still catching up on the thread so apologies for not naming more names but it's lovely that the bus is still going even though we're now a mix of ante-natal and post-natal.
Mimi is currently fast asleep so I'm going to share her birth story, she's already had her name shortened because DS struggles to say Amelia and pronounces it Mimi :)
I went in on Wednesday morning the ECV, I had to have nothing to eat or drink from the night before and take my bags too as one of the risks of the procedure is foetal distress, in which case they get the baby out. The staff on MAU were lovely and the MW looking after us was the same MW who looked after us on Monday at the presentation scan so it was lovely to have that bit of continuity. The MW sonographer did the scan, DD was still breech, and she commented that I was full of baby before measuring the amniotic fluid. That's when it all started to go a bit tits up in terms of what I had hoped the outcome to be - a successful ECV followed by a water birth at some point in the not-too-distant future. DD was a flexed breech, basically curled in the classic foetal position but the wrong way up. The two major issues though were the cord was dangling between her feet and there was only a margin of 3cm of fluid around her. The MW explained that in 12 years of her specialising in ECVs she has the most success when there is more than 8cm of fluid. She's only ever turned five babies who had 5-8cm of fluid and has never successfully turned a baby with only 3cm of fluid. There was a query on whether my waters had broken as apparently this is very low (they hadn't), it seems my fundal height measurement was skewed by DD laying all to the front and stretching me out/up. She said she could still attempt the ECV but statistically it had a less than 1% chance of working and she was very worried about cord compression with it being between DD's feet and there not being enough fluid to float it out of the way. We then discussed a vaginal breech delivery, they have staff trained in it and flexed breech is the most favourable kind of breech for a vaginal delivery, but again the cord was an issue and prolapse would be a huge risk. After discussing it with DH we decided that a caesarean was the best option.
She sent us to wait in the assessment unit and I was expecting them to book me in for Thursday or Friday. Next thing I know they're saying that because I came in starved and had my bags they were going to squeeze me in that day! The consultant had decided that I was classed as emergency du to labour being imminent and the risk of a prolapsed or compressed cord. An hour later I was fully prepped and sitting on an operating table getting a spinal block. The spinal was weird. I went from amazed as it started to kick in ("wow, this is strange") to freaked once it took full effect ("no, I don't like it"). I think I was still in denial a little bit because it was all so fast and unexpected and it only really sank in when the spinal kicked in. My heart rate and BP spiked and I was a bit shaky so they put some anti-anxiety stuff into the drip in my hand, I was mellow after that.
There was lots of pulling and shoving. Who said to me that it's weird that you can feel sensation but not pain? Because that is such a bizarre feeling! And it's fast! I thought they were positioning me but then we heard a cry and the surgeon held DD around the side for us to see. She was so angry at being plucked out of her little home! Screamed the theatre down and I was crying my eyes out, I kept telling DH "these are happy tears not wimp tears" (crying is also a weird feeling when you're numb from the boobs down). I got a quick kiss and cuddle and then DH held her. I don't remember all of it, I felt a bit spaced out and not with it. As they were stitching me my chest started tingling and I started to panic that the spinal was wearing of (happened to my cousin) so they tipped a little bit more anti-anxiety into the IV along with some anti-sickness stuff because I started to feel dizzy and sick.
We went round to recovery after that and they undid the top of my gown, stripped DD, and popped her inside of it with blankets over us to keep us warm, it was lovely and easily the best part of the day for me because we had the curtains around and it was warm and cosy and she was all snuffly and soft. I decided then that I was going to try breastfeeding (I'd planned to FF) even if it was just the first feed and let her root around and latch herself on (it's a pretty cool thing to watch, she was literally crawling on my chest using her feet to push herself).
They'd estimated 5kg on Monday and the scan on Wednesday said 8lb 11oz, I was expecting around 9lb (DS was 9lb 3oz) so 7lb 10oz seems tiny to me! She's really petite and small featured, long in the body and her legs are still tucked up, loads of jet black hair which sticks up on top. I'm home now and I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach by a donkey wearing knives on it's hooves, I've got some lovely bruising around the incision but it's all looking good supposedly. The surgery team came to see me to say there was no obvious reason for the breech and everything was "nice and tidy" inside so it's just been one of those things. The section went well and so long as I leave it for at least 12 months before getting pregnant again I should be able to have a VBAC next time, all going well. I've got to wear the super sexy surgical stockings for the next 2-6 weeks and the MW is coming out tomorrow to do her visit and to teach DH how to give me the heparin injections, one a day for the next five days - I can't face injecting myself and the two I've had so far have bruised me. I also have a huge bruise and injection mark on my leg from theatre, I'm guessing it was a jab to bring the placenta away? I forgot to ask about it.
No one mentions the wind either! Wind is a side effect of a caesarean delivery so not only am I hobbling round like a 90 year old whilst wearing fetching surgical support stockings and covered in bruises I'm also a right trumpy bum. DH is a lucky guy landing a catch like me!
I'm glad to be home and hoping the tenderness doesn't last too much longer. I lay on the bed after my shower earlier to airdry and almost cried when it was time to stand up, the shower was a challenge too because it's one of the ones where it's built into the bath and you have to stand in the tub to use it. The baby blues have kicked in too so random stuff is making me weepy. I'm trying to keep up with the breastfeeding, even just for now but DD is a bit jaundiced and because she's sleepy with it she wants to suck but not actually feed IYSWIM? Her latch and everything is good (I got the MW to check) but because she's attempting to use my nipples as dummies they're really sore and swollen, also she refuses to feed off the left and will only take the right for feeding which has made the nipple on that side even worse. The nursery nurse showed me different positions, etc and she still refuses to feed from the left one (poor lefty). I tried to top her off with some formula yesterday but she just sicks it up (she's really mucousy from the section), breastmilk is all she will keep down. Anyone got any tips?
It's a bit of a mixed bag really. I didn't get the delivery I wanted at all and I'm still trying to come to terms with how quickly it all happened and how beyond my control it was. I know it's silly and a healthy baby is the important part but it was really overwhelming. I'm glad DD is here and safe though and I'm sure everything else will come together with time. DS is over the moon with the "beebee" and wants to touch her all the time and give her cuddles.
Well, the little Miss is awake and I can hear her sucking her hands so I can tell that it's feeding time :)