Hello everyone,
Well, I'm finally a mummy!
I woke up on Saturday at 6.40am and realised my waters were leaking so we rang the hospital and they told us to come in. When the midwife examined me she confirmed it was my waters (I knew it!). It's a bit grim but I also collected some in a sample cup as one of my NCT friends had been fobbed off a bit over whether hers had gone or not. Before I went we decided on Monday for induction if things hadn't got going on their own.
Just as we were leaving the hospital at about 8am I started to get a bit of backache. By the time I got home and got in the bath it was worse but I managed to get out of the bath, put some make up on and have some breakfast. The pains got worse and I cracked open the Tens machine, then had some paracetamol. By the time contractions started they were irregular, every one to two minutes and lasted between 30 to 45 seconds. I was confused as I knew you were only supposed to go back to hospital when you had three or four contractions in a ten minute period that lasted at least a minute each time. I had the frequency but not the duration! It was painful but as a first timer I didn't know how much it was supposed to hurt.
We rang the hospital again for advice and they said to do another two or three hours at home until the contractions were regular. By 2pm they hadn't really changed but I was getting really fed up of the pain - I'd been promised a break I between contractions at antenatal classes but that wasn't happening for me!
So we went back in, every bump in the road was a nightmare, ouch! I was expecting to be told I was so and so cm dilated but because the membranes had gone they explained that if they examined me there was the potential for infection. So if I wasn't in labour (they didn't think I was in labour at this point) I only had 24 hours for it to happen spontaneously, otherwise I'd have to be induced. I could see their logic and accepted it, but after another hour or two of contractions which really weren't pleasant I went for the other option which was an attempt to visualise the cervix with a speculum, which was ok as it was sterile.
The midwife went a bit quiet...she said she could the baby had a lot of hair...and I was definitely in labour (hurrah! I knew I wasn't making it up) and got her superior in to have a look. Upon examination they pronounced me to be (drum roll) 9.5 cm dilated! I was surprised, they were surprised..goes to show not every labour goes by the book.
So hurrah, I got to get into the birthing pool, finally have some gas and air after making do with just the tens for all that time and I started to push. I felt really strong and like I could really do this giving birth thing. I was also chuffed when the senior midwife said of my pain threshold that I was 'hardcore' to have got fully dilated without other pain relief!
After an hour I got out of the pool to be examined and no progress had been made. So I pushed on the bed for 30 mins, again no progress. By this point there was a doctor in the room too so I had three women and DP encouraging me. Again, so progress so I was put on a syntocin drip and pushed for about another hour. By this time I was starting to get a bit tired and also realising that even tho my pushing was really good, it clearly wasn't working so something was clearly wrong. Luckily I knew the baby's heartrate was ok so at least it wasn't distressed but when they said they were going to prep me for ventouse or forceps delivery I knew it was the only decision to be made. The thirty minutes between that decision and being wheeled into theatre was the longest period of time ever as I was still in pain and still pushing but knew it was futile. They also prepped me for a caesarean in case the instruments didn't work. By this point I just wanted to get the baby out.
Theatre wasn't nice at first. I'd been separated from the gas and air but was still pushing as I couldn't help it. DP wasn't there as he'd been taken off to get changed into scrubs. People kept explaining risks of procedures to me (I felt like swearing when the anaesthetist told me there was a one in nineteen thousand chance of nerve damage from the spinal block, I wanted to shout, just get on with it! Please!) which was vexing although I know they had to. The question about 'are you wearing any prosthetic limbs' really made me go WTF?!
Anyway, the spinal block took blessed effect. They took an age getting some surgical stockings on me and getting my feet in stirrups, then I was told to push when I got a contraction. It was odd as I couldn't feel the contractions and I couldn't feel to push but I just did the best I could and within a very short space of time I was told the baby's head had delivered and then to do little pushes. The baby was born at 7.56pm. They held the baby up so we could see but unfortunately only DP saw the baby, I had too much stuff in my eyeline to see. That is my only regret, that I didn't see my baby right after birth. Anyway, they cut the cord and brought the baby over wrapped up, again, I couldn't see the face but I did touch a gummy little wet hand all covered in goo! I asked DP what sex the baby was and he said 'I think it's a boy! But I'm not sure!' So I asked the doctor, who then had to be persuaded to tell us as we'd asked to find out ourselves!
It was emotional, I felt spaced out but really happy. My memories are a bit blurry but after this they gave our little boy to DP to hold in recovery whilst I went through the third stage of labour (although that happened without me realising!) and was stitched up as I had to have an episiotomy. I was then wheeled through to recovery and had skin to skin with Alexander and fed him. He had some marks from the forceps but we didn't really notice as we were too entranced by his dark hair, pointy little chin and gorgeous eyes.
We've had our ups and downs since then. I had no sleep for 41 hours as Alec wouldn't settle and I couldn't sleep on the Sunday during the day as the ward was very noisy and I had visitors. The baby wouldn't latch properly so I tried a nipple shield and because of that I was advised to stay in another night until feeding was established. On Sunday night Alec cried as soon as DP left and kept it up for three hours, cue me hallucinating due to lack of sleep and crying on a midwife. He was taken away from me at that point so I could get some rest and I slept for a blissful five hours.
On Monday we were about to be discharged Alec but had a slightly high temperature. He was then monitored and had blood taken for culture. In the night he was taken to have a cannula inserted and was given precautionary IV antibiotics. Through Tuesday and Wednesday he'd continue to have normal temps with the occasional spike but there was nothing else clinically wrong with him. On Wednesday the blood cultures came back negative but the paediatricians still erred on the side of caution. It was when he was having another dose of antibiotics and it looked like the cannula was blocked that I totally lost patience with the process. He'd had blood taken from both hands, his foot, a cannula in his other foot, a heel prick test for jaundice and to get blood for a repeat CTG (?) test the paediatrician had to get blood from his wrist. I'm not one to think doctors are out to get me but I was fed up by this point.
Anyway, it's the next day now, his last temp last night was normal, the repeat CTG was normal so I'm really hopeful they'll let us out today! I never thought I'd end up in here for five days.....it's probably worse as I feel ok myself, and I know he's not ill!
Sorry for the epic post but I know you'll let me off :). Hope you are all ok xxx