I haven't posted for a few weeks because I was a bit overwhelmed towards the end. Warning - this is long.
TL;DR successful 38 week delivery with epidural. Shit week since. Mother on the edge.
First things first, baby Felicity Rose arrived safe and sound last Sunday night. We had a planned induction at 38 weeks due to GD, which was started off at 8am on Saturday with nothing happening till 9am on Sunday when they managed to break my waters with the knitting needle looking thing. After that I was put on the syntocin drip. I think I managed till about 1pm with gas and air before it all got a bit too much and I was only 3cm dilated. I was already hooked up to that many drips and monitors I couldn't get comfortable so figured I may as well go the whole hog and get an epidural. The first one didn't work, so after a while it was all taken out and a new one put in. Once it worked it was amazing. I could still feel pressure from contractions but no pain at all, so I could relax and just doze.
I pretty much slept from 3cm till they checked again at 8pm and I was fully dilated. They left me another 50 minutes to let the baby come down, then started pushing at 20:50 and the baby arrived at 21:10. Not being able feel it, I just pushed when I was told to by the midwife, and it was all remarkably easy. I had a small post party mum haemorrhage and it took ages to deliver the placenta, but only had a minor second degree tear which was in the muscle rather than the skin so hasn't really given me any trouble since.
She was 8lb 8oz which is a little bigger than predicted by my growth scans but not a surprise to me as everyone in my family seems to have massive babies, and I was 9lbs born at 38 weeks. She's squishy and has chubby cheeks and lots of dark hair at the back.
So far so good. But then we were discharged from hospital on Tuesday and had possibly the worst night of our lives as she screamed all night. In hindsight she was clearly starving as my milk hadn't come in yet and I'd struggled with getting any colostrum.
By Wednesday morning when the community midwife arrived she had lost 12% of her birth weight in less than 3 days, so we were sent back to the hospital where her bilirubin levels were also much too high and blood sugar too low. So she was put on phototherapy and I was started off pumping with an electric pump and supplementing her feeds with this and a top up of formula, on a 3-4 hour schedule.
Discharged again on Thursday, and then on Friday she was really lethargic and wouldn't feed during the day, even from a syringe. So we were summoned back to the ward, where her bilirubin had shot right up again. We've just had another 2 nights in there, still fighting with breastfeeding, and with me expressing after every attempted feed. The staff are wonderful but it's a difficult environment and I'm exhausted. We were released back home today although she hadn't gained any weight back yet, and just will not feed. I'm not getting as much from my pump as I was from the hospital one, so my supply will run out tonight.
I'm really, really struggling. I can't stop crying. We haven't even left the house yet apart from going to and coming back from hospital. We haven't given her a bath at home yet. The pram is completely unused.
I think I'm going to just admit defeat and switch to formula, with some expressed milk. I don't feel like we've been able to bond or interact with her at all yet because I've been in a 3 hour cycle of trying and mostly failing to feed her, trying to stop her crying, pumping, and by the time that's all done it's time to start again. I'm exhausted and emotional, and it's mentally so draining. It can't be good for my baby to have me in this state (and my DH, he's stressed to all hell too!)
Community midwife comes in the morning and I'll no doubt be in floods of tears again as soon as she arrived. I feel like I need someone to tell me it's ok to move to formula. I've tried so hard this week but I can't comprehend continuing with this schedule for much longer.
Thanks for reading, if anyone has made it to the end. It's been lovely sitting reading through your birth announcements. For those still pregnant I'm a little bit jealous! My baby bear wasn't even due till next weekend, and I was better at looking after her while she was still inside me.