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Burger Boy Delivery - Part 1

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Secretwhinemummy · 21/09/2017 23:49

In March 2016, I was due to have my 3rd, and I had been through all the discussions about not being able to have a home birth after a C-section during the pregnancy - when I got caught out..................................

I was heavily pregnant, due to finish work in a weeks time, move house a week later, then no 3 was due 2 weeks later. No 3 clearly hadn't read my project plan for these activities because he jumped the queue and came all of a sudden at 35 weeks.
Here's what happened:
So I pick up my 5 year old daughter along with her bike from school about 4pm and get on the bus to town about 4.20pm. My husband works in town so I planned to get the car from him, pick up no 2 from nursery and bring kids home as daddy was working late. Daddy had left his mobile at home (of all days) so I rang him on his work phone about 4.50pm and we agreed he would meet me at the bus stop. The traffic in town was bad and for some reason the bus dropped us off at the bus station instead of usual stop. My daughter was desperate for a poo. As I step off the bus, I feel a big twang in my tummy and all of a sudden my legs are very wet!!! I assumed I peed myself. So I take my daughter into the toilets. I tried not to look down as didn't want to know if pee was trailing behind me. The bloody toilets were those turnstile ones so there I am, holding a kids bike, heavily pregnant with daughter telling me she is desperate for a poo and I am trailing pee, trying to find a bloody 20p in my bag. It's not easy to get through those turnstile things heavily pregnant with a bike! So I sort her out and she thinks it's hilarious that I have wet myself. As we come out of the bus station I am frozen to the spot clinging onto my daughters shoulder with a rather uncomfortable feeling!!! A lovely lady came over and asked me if I needed some help so I explained I needed to find my husband. She helped my daughter on her bike down the road towards where daddy should be whilst I looked about for him and kept ringing his work number as I assumed he given up looking for us and gone back to work. I couldn't get hold of him. By now, I am thinking this is bloody horrible irritable bowel (I do suffer from it) and I am pretty certain after a big poo I will be fine. I ring my mum who leaves straight away but she hits rush hour. I eventually get hold of my husband and he runs from work to us and relieves the kind lady (Kelly). I was desperate to get away from the busy street and I was so relieved that I no longer had to look after my daughter. By this stage, I am doing the 3 step jig with my eyes nearly shut to help regulate my breathing like I did with my first birth. The only place that I could think would be open that would have a loo was McDonald's so I left my husband and daughter, clutching my phone, and I shuffle with my eyes half shut down the street to McDonald's. I assumed my husband was handing my daughter to my dad when he arrived and my husband would be following me to McDonald's - oh no, he decides it is probably a false alarm so pootles off to pick up no 2 from nursery. So I walk into McDonald's and i make a dash for the disabled toilet which is next to the counter. It must be about 5.30 now. I go into the toilet still expecting a big poo to shift this unpleasant feeling - I walk in, strip off my boots, trousers and under garments (!!) and take a pew. Panic!!!! The poo does not shift it and I can see blood. I assumed I was losing the baby so I walked back out into McDonald's with no clothes on my bottom half and stand at the counter.........

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Secretwhinemummy · 22/09/2017 00:28

Birth Stories???.......
Burger Boy Delivery - Part 2
So I am stood there, naked from the waist down, to the the left of the queues of customers. For a brief moment, I consider waiting for the lady to finish serving that customer and then I blurt out "I need an ambulance" rather loudly. The lady behind the counter looked surprised and for a brief moment, just stared at me, It was probably only half a second, but it felt like ages for me. I think I thought she wasn't taking me seriously (in hindsight, she was just shocked) so I blurted out quite angrily "I AM HAVING A BABY" and then I turned and shuffled back to my disabled toilet comfort. By this stage, it has to be about 5.45 and I am still expecting my husband to join me. I am still doing the 3 step jig with my eyes closed. I don't remember the lovely Mcdonalds ladies coming into my toilet but I knew they were on the phone to 999 staff. I could tell by their voices there were 2 ladies in the toilet with me (I was away in my own little world so couldn't see or speak). I could hear the 999 staff telling the lovely Mcdonalds ladies to put clean towels on the floor and they needed to know my name. I can remember thinking - why do I have a name I have to bloody spell (my married name) because blurting the name was an achievement let alone spelling the bloody thing. I could hear the 999 staff ask whether I was pushing and I surprised myself to find I was firmly nodding. I could hear the 999 staff telling the lovely McDonalds ladies to get me to lay down and before they had a chance to relay the message I was shaking my head - they could tell I can no intention of doing that. The poor Mcdonalds ladies, they must have been worried - the 999 kept insisting I lay down and I was having none of it. I knew what I was doing (I think I had come to terms with the fact this was not a bad bout of Irritable bowl by then!). I think that was when my mum arrived. It wasn't it until I saw her that I realised I was a bit panicky. I just kept thinking I mustn't lose it, I must not panic. I knew if I panicked this was going to be 10 times worse. So as soon as I saw my mum, I launched myself at her, threw my arms around her and kept repeating 'calm me down, mum. calm me down."............................

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