Only on day 8 here but Finn seems to be going every 3-4 hours (from the end of a feed) and feeding for a good 45-90mins. He completely deflates both sides, so hoping for a bit of weight gain today at the MW.
Congrats Katy ILGH and anyone else I missed.
Good luck honeymoo
So, birth story;
Went to the consultant on the Thursday and she said I was 2-3cm and did a sweep. I decided to walk home from the hospital and as I was I started having definite contractions, although they were not painful. DP came home from work and we chilled out for the evening. Tightenings coming every 5 mins but still not painful.
Went to bed at about 9pm (party animal that I am) and was up again at midnight as they started tweeking a bit! Came down stairs and tried to get comfy infront of the TV, napped in between contractions. By 8am, DP came downstairs because he heard me mooing! and we decided that it was probably time to be getting things sorted. I called the DC's Dad and he came round right away (something I'd been worried about).
I then spent half an hour panicking that I couldn't get through to labour ward until I realised I was dialing the wrong number!! Got the right number and got through. Taxi came within 3mins of us calling - driver was wonderful, got us there quickly, safely and went slowly over the bumps.
Arrived at hospital at 9am and there were no delivery suites available so were put in a very small accessment room, examined and found I was 7cm. I was so relieved as I was worried it was all just false. At about 10.30 they moved us to a delivery room but my contractions started getting further apart but much more intense.
MW was great she listened in to baby after every contraction with the handheld doppler so that I wasn't strapped to anything. I refused gas and air (I am an emetaphobe - I would take the pain of labour twice over to avoid being sick, or something that might make me sick). Re-examined at around 11.30 and was only 8cm! So with the next contraction (20mins later!) she broke my waters. There was so much pressure in my back and I really felt like I needed the loo - But not in an 'I'm about to have my baby' kind of way. It was very uncomfortable.
I kinda lost track of timings around here but I remember the midwife going out of the room because baby's heart rate had dipped with the last contraction and she wanted to discuss what to do with the MW in charge. This was when there was a very interesting sound from the end of the bed
DP went to try and look and I said 'Don't look it's poo, but the baby is coming now' - So the midwife re-enters the room (after my scream) to see me pushing like a madwoman. I got DS most of the way down the birth canal with that push, but then it was a 15min wait for the next contraction so I knew I had to get him out then. Thankfully I did! at 12.44pm he arrived after 5hrs of labour. And I felt every extra ounce of his 8lb compared to DD who was 6lb. I didn't tear though. Just slight graze which when I felt it (post natal prod in the bath
) was like a little papercut.
The MW was spectacular. She just let me get on with it whilst saying I was doing fine, reminding me to breathe and saying that yes, most people do make as much noise as me when in labour
I have to admit the sorest part of me the next day was my throat (from screaming) and my neck (from pushing)
DP was absolutely fantastic all the way through, inspite of the way I was wailing, he kept me calm and let me know he knew I could do it. He is madly in love with his Son!
So it was longer and I feel more difficult than my previous labours, but still a very positive experience. And my little man is a corker!