Hello,
Here's my birth story, I'd been grumbling along in slow labour for the majority of last week and on Saturday I woke up and realised I'd started having contractions. I ignored them for the most part all morning and then started timing them at 1pm when they were six minutes apart. I rang my doula who came round about 3pm and we sat watching TV for a while timing the contractions and me bouncing on a birthing ball and using a tens machine.
Around about 8pmish, my contrations were 2 minutes apart so we decided to make our way to the hospital. We got to the MLU at about 8.30pm when I was examined and I was 3-4cm. I carried on for a bit longer and after an hour decided to use the gas and air. Oh my gosh, that stuff is beyond fabulous!! I giggled and my tongue became very loose. I told the midwife a lot of stuff that normally I would never have told a soul.
I then got in the pool as well and continued my way to six cms, I had been in the pool a few hours at that point and my labour was slowing so we broke my waters (in retrospect, this maybe wasn't the best plan). I started to get back on back contractions and I started to get quite panicky. They got me out of the pool and gave me some more pain relief. But I'd had enough and was begging for an epidural. By this point my labour had stalled and it had been sixteen hours and I hadn't progressed any further. So they transfered me to the big hospital where I got an epidural. It didn't take compleatly but managed to take the edge off of things. I laboured for a few more hours and had to be given some oxytocen to bring my contractions on.
I got to the pushing stage and pushed for an hour. It was at this point that it became apparent why things were slow and hard for me. DS had his head at an arkward angle. The Docs came in and said that they were going to give me some help. They were going to use ventouse, but on closer inspection it turned out forceps were the better option. It was a basic lift out and I had an episiotimy (I still can't spell that word) and with a couple of pushes Asher was born and lifted right onto my tummy.
Although it wasn't really what I wanted, all things considered things turned out well. I did loose some blood during the whole thing and I had to spend a lot longer in hospital than I wanted due to stitches and needing a transfusion.
The care I recieved during the birth and afterwards was brilliant though. I think I really really lucked out, the midwives I had around me couldn't do enough for the Mums I was with. They helped me get breastfeeding established and took DS off of me a few times and allowed me to get some much needed sleep.
We're back at home now and I think I'm in a post hospital come down. It was funny, the closer I got to home the more tired I became. Seriously when I saw my bed, I literally could have kissed the floor in thanks. I also told DH to take the birthing ball away as I never ever want to see that thing again.
Anyway thats my story.
Nymph My boobs are the same, I look like I've had a visit from the Jordon fairy.