I gave birth to my son (DC1) almost 8 months ago, and whilst I had a pretty good experience, there's something that happened during the delivery that I don't understand and wondered if anyone can shed any light.
Basically, the birth went like this:
- Lost plug on Thursday evenning
- contractions started at 5pm ish on Friday evening, very irregular
- by 8pm contractions were every 5 mins
- by midnight every 4 mins (called MLU, advised to stay home a while longer as it was my first baby)
- by 3am contractions every 3 mins, called MLU again and agreed to make my way in
- got to MLU at 4am, was examined and found to be 7cm (literally the proudest moment of my entire life, was so chuffed to bit with myself!)
- got set up in lovely MLU room, bouncing on ball, toking away on G&A, chatting to MW in between contractions, pool was running etc etc
- 5am waters break during a strong contraction, full of loads of black meconium :-(
- 6am put in wheelchair and transferred down to hospital delivery suite. On arrival, had to get onto bed and they started digging around in the back of my hand to find a vein for a canula. They never asked my permission to do it, or explained why they were doing it. I was too busy focusing on DH and doing my hypnobirthing breathing to get through the contractions to bother with them too much. Eventually they found a vein in my other hand
and then the situation seemed to calm down a bit.
Then they let me get back on my birth ball with G&A whilst DH held the monitor in place on my tummy, once they had a good trace of DS's heartbeat. I then clambered back up on the bed when I felt the need to push. I pushed for 90 mins on the bed, tried kneeling up but it wasnt really working, ended up pushing him out sitting/lying on the bed with my legs in stirrups.
I agreed to the stirrups cos they suggested it might help me push, but from the doctors muttering at the end of the bed, I could tell they were thinking about doing an episiotomy or something. Anyway, I thought I might be able to push him out myself so I pushed and then I fucking well PUSHED like my life depended on it, and finally i felt my boy move round the 'u bend' and he started crowning. I gave birth at 9am to my first child, a beautiful boy, 9lb 3oz.
It was not the lovely relaxed water birth in the MLU i had planned, and he was whisked away to SCBU for a few hours due to problems breathing and the meconium. But he was fine and I got him back on the ward a few hours later, we went home after 3 days of IV antibiotics for him as a precaution for infection. I was very pleased that I managd to push him out myself, even in a bit of a medicalised/scary situation (2 paeds hovvering at the bottom of the bed, a consultant obstetrican muttering about giving me some help etc etc).
ANYway, sorry for the mammoth post, thanks if you've stuck with me this long. It has been kinda cathartic to write this all down.
The thing that niggles at me though is: why did they need to put some sort of drip, in my hand?? I presume it was just fluids or something? It was not a hormone drip and had no real effect on me that I could tell.
Can anyone shed any light? For some reason I find myself thinking about this part of the labour a lot and I wonder what it was all about...