So I went to the hospital to be monitored on the Wednesday afternoon as my BP was in excess of 160/110. As I was waiting for transport it started dropping, and almost cancelled. It was pretty good by the time I got there but they were still not happy with my urine output. Decided they would start induction next day, unless that nights blood results were bad. I was also having pretty regular BH for periods of time.
Next morning and after lunch I took some tablets to induce, monitoring showed nothing changed. Bp was incredibly good all day. So DP and I were twiddling our thumbs. I sent him home to see DS, to collect mum from the airport and to eat a good dinner. I chilled out in my room. I got a bit of a headache so had paracetamol, had a lovely chat on the phone with DS, DM and DP (he was just getting ready to come back to spend the night). Within mins of hanging up I felt a huge whoosh, as if my waters had gone, so of course had a little look- it was lots of blood. Lots. I pulled the cord and simultaneously called DP telling him 'come now, I'm bleeding' and hung up. Elderly MW bumbled in and was faffing around just out in the sink, so I shouted at her I was bleeding. She rushed in, I was knelt on the bed (stupid!!) she shouted at me to lay down and pushed alarm. Within seconds there were 10+ people in my room (size on a small bathroom), most of which I didn't know but some familiar faces. It was amazing how they all were busy doing something. I was being asked about allergies etc, being cleaned up, having a second canular, having blood taken and drinking a brown medicine (what was this??). I was asked where my DH was etc I was then rushed to theatre where there were more faces, this time introductions (just get my baby out argh!) I had to have a spinal block.
Within 30 mins of me calling DP my beautiful boy was born. DP arrived and was putting scrubs on just as he was pulled out as could hear him crying. I'd been so brave up until baby cried then sobbed. DP came in shortly after and gave me a hug etc. baby was grunty so had to be taken with DP and peadi to neonatal, I went to recovery. Where after I was all sorted I was forgotten about for an hour as they thought porter had taken me. It was only when I started crying that they peaked in and saw me. 12am and I'd not even really seen my baby let alone had a cuddle and was of course in shock.
I went for a ride on my bed to see bubs after being checked into my room. Didn't sleep a wink all night a) worrying/missing baby b) every time I bled I'd get a flashback.
I finally found the time, energy and words to share. It was the most scary 30 mins of my life, but we are here and safe. So glad that its a rare thing to happen!
The elderly MW told DP, when he went down to collect my stuff, that I'd really scared her as things like that so rarely happen, and pretty much never on the prenatal ward. Id shown no signs or symptoms and they hadn't expected anything productive with me over night after the monitoring so she thought I was buzzing for more water or something similar.
Sorry for the essay, but it was an adventure an a half :)