He's alseep atm, so thought I'd post my birth story for you all
well....
The friday before Ted was born I rang my diabetes specialist midwife to tell her that I'd had to reduce my insulin levels massively over the previous 2 days and wanted some advice, she told me to pop into the maternity assessment unit for a trace (ctg) that afternoon and she'd speak to me then.
I rang dp and told him not to rush home but that I needed to go to the clinic just to be checked over, dp came home and we went in (luckily my labour bag was in the boot of the car)
During pregnancy diabetics normal have to increase their insulin levels throughout the nine months, mine roughly doubled and then suddenly needed to be reduced last week, this can be a sign that the placenta is failing to work anymore and that the baby needs to be born. Anyway...there I am strapped to the monitor and everything is normal apart from the fact it's showing that I'm contracting in a big way...there's me thinking they were braxton hicks, at which point my midwife tells me I'm not going home and that she wants the consultant to see me because I'm only 36 weeks. The consultant saw me and I had to have my one and only internal (hoorah) and a scan, he decided the baby needed to be born that weekend because of the placenta and that I needed steroids pronto to mature Ted's lungs.
I was told provided I didnt contract anymore that I'd have to have a c-section on sunday morning.
Roll on saturday....boring day of bed rest in the labour ward, two lots of steriods and so many tears from me as I must of heard about 20 women giving birth in that 24 hours.
Sunday morning arrived and I met the anesthetist and surgeon prior to the op...they must of had a combined age of 30 between them and although they were lovely I was sooooooooo nervous.
I walked into theatre and got onto the bed myself, whilst being strapped to a load of monitors and drips the anesthetist said that because of nerves my heart rate was now higher than the baby's, I was physically shaking and wishing I hadnt watched so many birthing programmes as I knew what was coming. You know when a doctor says ' just a little scratch' that really they mean this is gonna hurt loads, well I was wrong...the spinal was completely painless this time (unlike my last section)
After having the spinal and going numb, they put on the song that we wanted playing, the surgeon told dp to get ready with the camera and at 12.12pm our wonderful little Ted was born to the sound of Eva cassidy singing 'songbird'. The surgeon popped Ted round the screen so we could see for ourselves the flavour, we have some great photo's of Ted in the surgeons arms with the clock on the theatre on the wall behind her with the exact time of birth. Both dp and I were crying....relief and total utter happiness all mixed up together. The midwife was crying too...but I think it was because of the song we had playing
The scbu team were in theatre, they checked Ted's lungs straight away but he was crying like a trooper and after a little suck around and him pinking up he was given to dp as I was sewn up...the surgeon left me asking which cd the song we had playing was on because she was going to go out and buy it
In recovery Ted was popped inside my gown so we had skin to skin contact the whole time there and for the first few hours in my room.
Dp rushed off to get ds so he could meet his little brother and then we all had an hour or so together before visiting time was over.
During the night Ted's blood sugar levels dropped and he was taken to scbu about 3.30am...I dont think I've ever felt so alone and scared in my whole life
He remained in scbu until thursday lunch time all the time being fed my expressed milk in a cup as he didnt want to latch on.
I cant say breastfeeding has come naturally to either of us but we are persevering and he's putting on weight already.
We came home friday lunchtime and now he a week old I cant imagine what life was like before him, the love I feel for him is totally overwhelming, ds is being a smashing protective big brother, having lots of cuddles and kisses and it's so lovely to watch
well done if you've managed to read all that without falling asleep...i'd stop strangers in the street and tell them about him atm...I'm that in love with him
take care all
Daftmoo x