On Sunday 7th July me and John (fiancé) had gone for a walk to Dobbies, he wanted to buy a watering can and I tagged along because i was 3 days overdue by now and thought a longish walk would help. We went and by the time i got home i was knackered so had a nap for a bit. Later that afternoon i did my little routine of blasting music and attempting to dance to it to try and dance my baby out! Then i bounced on my ball for a bit while watching tele. John was at work by now because he was on the close so i just spent the rest of the night chilling out.
At about 20:30-21:00ish i was sat on the settee and Friar (my cat ha) had been going mad all evening, meowing really loudly at me and following me lots more than usual. I suddenly felt like something was about to come out of me down there so i stood up and waddled to the bathroom quickly holding my bum! I got in the bathroom and daren’t pull down my knickers to look incase it was the gross plug thing people get. Eventually i did and my knickers were soaked! I jumped on the toilet and realised my phone was in the front room still, the one time I’d not taken it in with me! So I waddled holding my bum, grabbed my phone and ran back to sit on the toilet. I rang Mum and said i thought my waters were going and to help meee! I then rang the hospital and they said to put a pad on and lay on my left side for an hour and if more comes to ring back and they’d call me in to be checked. I did this after texting Lucy (sister) and Rachael (best friend) all excitedly! Mum had said to warn John too so I rang him saying i think stuff is happening and he said he’d call people up and get them to come in so he could go.
The pad was soaked within the hour so i rang back and they said to go in. Me and John went at about 11pm and they confirmed it was my waters and sent me home to wait for things to start. I was all excited so we started watching Walking Dead for a bit but we both got tired so went to bed.
About 1am I remember keeping waking up feeling uncomfy. It was only the last time i woke up i kind of realised that this could be something starting. I texted Rachael who said I’d know for sure when it was contractions, I was still not sure what they felt like i just felt uncomfy so i thought i’d try a bath like everyone does! I got in the bath and by then i realised this was definitely something. I got out the bath and woke John up saying that I really hurt and i don’t know what to do, we decided i should just get back in the bath! I rang the ward and they said about waiting til they were 5mins apart and lasting over a minute. So i started timing them on my phone. John had come into the bathroom to sit with me and they were already timing at a minute long and 4mins apart. I rang back and got completely fobbed off saying it was my 1st baby blah blah blah and things will start slow. I felt so disheartened and worried. John said to maybe get out the bath for a bit, it was 4am-ish by now. As soon as i got out the bath the pain got so intense i didn’t know what to do! I laid on our bed and just carried on timing them, getting more and more in agony. They were lasting over a minute but were about 3-4mins apart and some were coming straight on top of the last contraction! So painful.
My mum was planning on coming up about 8am but i felt like i was dying so made John ring her to say i needed her, so she said she’d set off at 6:30 instead. Waiting til 6:30 to know she was definitely on her way was torture! I kept trying to breathe through them but i’d start off breathing calm and just end up writhing on the bed saying i couldn’t do it.
By the time mum got here it was about 7:00 and John just led her in to me and they both couldn’t really do anything. My contractions were lasting over 2mins and coming less than every 3mins. Mum suggested we go try sitting up a bit more in the living room but i couldn’t bear the thought of moving so it took me forever to make the move to get up! We sat in there for a bit and John fell asleep while mum sat with me. Friar was wandering round me but never jumped up like normally, he actually sat on mum. I didn’t know this would be the last time i would see him :(
I was scared of ringing the ward again because of how rude she was last time but eventually rang about 8am and got a different woman who, through me having contractions whilst on the phone, told me i could come in now if i wanted to. Mum said we should try and wait because while we’re at home we’re comfier and have the tele and stuff so we did for a little bit but knowing i still had to make the journey to hospital was stressing me out so about 8:30 we left.
We got to the hospital and i waddled up to be checked out, stopping along the way so many times to hold my bum because it felt like i was breaking in two with every contraction! We got to the room to be told if i wasn’t in labour I’d be sent home. I remember thinking if this isn’t it i don’t want to know what is!! She examined me and said “I thiiiink you’re just aboutttt 9 and a half cm”, me and mum were like what?! I was hoping to be 5/6cm! She put her hand to her mouth and went “Oh, Emma!” and i highfived John haha. None of us expected me to nearly be at the pushing stage, no wonder I felt the need to hold my bum! I’d wanted a waterbirth so i asked mum if it was too late to get a pool out and she just laughed.
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I was then wheeled round to labour ward and everyone pretty much expected it to not be long til she was here. It was about 10am by now. I lay on the bed and she handed me gas and air and left me to breathe through contractions and not to push just yet as she was setting the monitor up and around my tummy. They were still coming thick and fast but the gas and air helped! She tried me on my side and i felt the biggest urge to push but she couldn’t get the tummy monitor to stay put so i had to lay back on my back.
As i was pushing i heard a baby cry from another room and it suddenly hit me that i was literally having a baby so i started sobbing down my gas and air out of being all happy and excited for a second!
Time passed and i started pushing, having sips of orange lucozade inbetween nommm. My contractions were fading off and by the time the next one came i would have forgotten how to push properly again so was getting nowhere. At one point i was pushing and wee’d! I was laughing my head off saying “I’m weeing , I’m weeing!” 
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More time passed and her heartbeat was dropping with each contraction now so they explained they were going to have to intervene. It was 13:50 and they said i had 10mins left to try my hardest (like i hadn’t been already!!) as at 14:00 people would have to bring in forceps or vontouse.
A female doctor had arrived by now and explained everything and i was crying now out of tiredness and fear. At 14:00 everyone piled in the room with forceps and needles and all sorts, i just remember crying looking at my mum with her telling me it’s alright and John stroking my head.
They injected me down there and cut me ready for the forceps, i was still crying and the midwife next to me said “Baby will be here in 5mins :) ” and it made me feel woah!
They put the forceps in and practically ripped her out of me over a few contractions, I’d been silent the whole way through but i screamed in so much pain as they forcepped her out! I’d put my hands over my face while i was screaming and all i heard was one midwife telling me to open my eyes, as I did she plonked my baby on my chest :) She was here!!
I’ve never felt so tired and relieved and in awe of something. John held her after she’d been snug on me long enough and i rested my hands on my tummy while they stitched me up and i was like “woah where’s my bump?!” and my mum was laughing saying she’s over there with John! Was a weird moment 
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