Thought it was time to right my birth story up for you, but everytime I try to tell anyone realise I haven't got a clue what was going on half the time - not sure whether it was the cocktail of drugs that the lovely male midwife was pedelling, or the fact I was just in a different zone to try and get through it all.
My overwhelming feelings are that DH is an absolute star and ther is no way I could have done it with out MrOrange being there.
Anyway, here goes...
Think I had the longest latent stage known to man, which went from about 11am on Monday to about 7.30pm on Tuesday. After being sent home from the hospital at 1am on Tuesday I was really reluctant to have another wasted trip there so was desperately trying to make it until my MW appt at 3pm, however by about 12, DH was seriously worried we were leaving it too late as contractions strong and every 3 or 4 mins. Receptionist was great (must be a first??!) and managed to squeeze me in to the start of the antenatal clinic - quite amusing to see the faces of all the other pg ladies in the waiting room when I walked in contracting away (I did try not to be overly dramatic )
MW had a look and said I was 2-3cm (at last!) and she advised I should try another 2 hours at home before going to the hospital bearing in mind nearly an hour away and would be getting near rush hour. Went home, tried having a bath but hated it and got out pretty quickly, and instead tried to eat to take my mind off it.
Left for the hospital about 3 and didn't get there til 4.10 - spent most of the time with my eyes shut trying to focus on getting through each contraction so I couldn't see how far we were away.
Taken straight to my own room on the labour ward - had an en suite and have to say my experience couldn't have been more different from the previous night - all the staff were lovely, although I didn't get any G&A for over an hour, and once I did realised how ineffective paracetamol really are!
By about 7pm still only 3cm and MW suggested I have some Pethadine - I got the impression he thought I was in there for the long haul and was already feeling pretty exhausted after no sleep since Sunday night so took his recommendation. From this point on things do get really hazy for me. I felt really detached from the situation and everything was a bit in slow motion which I am asuming was the Pethadine, but I still don't think this was a bad thing and think it did really help me get through the next bit.
DH has had to fill in the gaps for me now. The contractions kept on at every couple of minutes until about 8.15 and then apparently there was a break and then I had two almightly contractions which he said seemed to last about 5 mins each . I'm assuming this was the transission phase?
MW had a look and had suddenly achieved 8cm - finally I was officially in labour!!!
I later found out that it was during this examination that my waters went and soaked poor MW, but then his shift changed at 8.30 so don't feel too bad for him, although would have liked some memory of this event
Then I assume I was just busy contracting away over the bed head on all fours and I suddenly got the urge to start pushing. It is so weird that you have this instinct? Anyway, babyOrange was back to back and my position wasn't really helping, so the new MW suggested I try the birthing stool - by this point couldn't have cared less where or how I gave birth as long as it didn't take much longer as the Peth was wearing off and just wanted to get it over with. DH had never seen one before (he should have come on the labour ward tour with me then...?!) and made me laugh describing it as a metal bucket with a toilet seat on it. It worked anyway and as DH supported me from behind (safeset place to be in his opinion) I grunted and apparently growled my way through about an hour of pushing. Think DH was getting worried by this point and they took the G&A off me to help me "use the pain" hahaha. Not sure how many actual pushes it took - felt like a lot, but remember it being really difficult to get the effort to go that last little bit IUKWIM.
Have been warned that the next time ( might not want to leave getting to the hospital too late as my 1st stage was so quick and unlikely a 2nd timer would have as long a latent period - joy!
Managed to escape with a small 2nd deg tear, which has been sore, but I think is healing nicely and no longer walk like john wayne. I think I actually founf the stitching up more painful because I was fully compus mentus again, and had to have a few more good sucks on the G&A!
Apart from being taken for a chainsaw masacre bath and then abandonned to fend for myself (- I could have drowned?!!) the staff couldn't have been better or more supportive. I was especially grateful to have a completely MW led birth despite being in the high risk category on a consultant led ward.
Theoretically should have been able to stay in the room till I was ready for discharge, but a bit of a rush on new arrivals and a bit of reluctance on babyOrange's part to suck properly meant we were transferred to a postnatal ward and wasn't allowed home til Thursday lunchtime. Later found out they were threatening to close the labour ward because just too many babies so timed it all just right!
So all in all, not as terrifying as I thought it would be although I'm not saying I'd like to do it all again tomorrow. Feels like an amazing achievement.
Good luck to all you still to pop and hope you also have such a positive experience.
x