I'm not sure what I hope to gain from sharing this. Maybe it will make me feel better having it all written down or maybe someone else can relate to my story. Either way, its quite a long story so please bare with me...
I was 41 weeks and I woke up at 8am having contraction. Mild bearable ones coming every 7 minutes. Saw the midwife at 2pm who gave me a sweep. It must have kicked things off as come 6pm I was on my way to the hospital having strong contractions every 4 minutes. I had coped at home on my birthing ball with my TENS machine.
At hospital, I was examined and told I was 3cms. So they admitted me. I was now having 2 contraction back to back with a 30 second break then another contraction. So asked for g&a which made me sick instantly so I didn't have anymore. My contractions were getting worse and worse and I was struggling to cope so asked for pethidine. Once that was injected my waters broke and my contractions became excruciating and came continuously with no break at all. I was starting to panic as the midwife had said she wouldn't examin me again for another 4 hours. I thought that I couldn't cope with that level of pain for another 4 hours and did something that I never even considered doing and asked for an epidural.
They took me upstairs and gave me the epidural. Once that was in my contractions slowed down so I was put on oxytocin to speed them up again. Spent the next 12 hours being moved from position to position as the babies heart rate was dropping with each contraction. At 10am I was told I was 10cms and could start pushing. 4 pushes later and I was told to stop as the babies head was in the wrong position, facing 2 o'clock and they were going to have to take me upstairs for a ventouse delivery and if that didn't work I would need a cs.
I was numbed completely from the waist down in case I needed a cs. I was given a episiotomy and the ventouse was attached. After a lot of pushing, a third degree tear and the doctor pulling like she was a body builder trying to pull a lorry, he was born. He was put on my belly but rather than the sudden rush of love you are supposed to feel, all I thought was 'oh sh*t'. He wasn't breathing properly and was taken to SCBU which is where he spent the next 6 days.
1 month on and I still can't think of his birth without bursting into tears and I'm still waiting for that rush of love for him to appear. Don't get me wrong, I would take on the world to protect him but I just don't feel like a new mum should. Not that I have told anyone this as I feel so bad about it.
I just wonder, maybe if I never had the epidural then I might have been able to push him out myself then he wouldn't have had to go to SCBU and I would feel like I should about him.