So here is the long awaited birth story of our little Joshua. I can't believe I'm writing this, who would have thought it....
I went for the sweep on the Tuesday, and as soon as I came out from it I said to dh my back doesn't half hurt - little did I know this was the start! The midwife had sent me to the hospital as my blood pressure was high, so I had to sit and be monitored for a few hours, turns out all was ok so I got sent home, but on the way home in the car the contractions started. Rang the midwife just to check this was normal to happen so quickly after the sweep, she said it was and to try to manage the pain at home as long as possible. Got to 6pm when they were starting to get pretty painful, rang the hospital they said to go in, they examined me and said I was only 1-2cm dilated and to go home! They let me borrow a tens machine, gave me paracetamol and codeine and said to come back when contractions were closer together. I paced the living room floor all night with poor dh sat there watching me, making me cups of sweet tea and rubbing my back. By the time it got to 6am on Wednesday I couldn't take any more and begged dh to take me back to hospital, rang the labour suite again and they said to come back in. Examined me and by then was 5-6cm dilated, said I'd done well to manage that far on my own and then gave me a room, our midwife who would deliver us, and some gas and air. To be honest the rest is all a bit of a blur as I was in so much pain, although I only ever got the contractions in my back, and I keep remembering bits or dh reminds me of them.
I had gas and air to get through the morning, then they were worried that I wasn't progressing as quickly as I should be so the midwife examined me and found that when my waters broke (even though I am not aware when this happened!) some of the membrane got left behind and so labour couldn't progress any further, so I had to have it snipped! That hurt! But after that, things started moving again. Then they realised that the baby had turned and was now back to back, so they gave me oxytocin (sp?) to try to turn him, and warned me that the contractions would be very painful - omg they weren't kidding! They also wouldn't let me stand up, which is how I was before, leant over the counter and I could just about deal with the pain, but now I had to lie down and I couldn't manage the contractions at all, it was awful. Apparently you only get 1 hour to push from when the oxytocin is administered, otherwise you get a c-section, so another midwife came in to help and between them and dh they held up my legs and made me push. I gave birth to Joshua 2 minutes before the cut off point which was 6pm on the Wednesday! He came out with a bit of force, and with his arm around his head so consequently he ripped me to bits. Had stitches inside and out, and apparently I pushed so hard I gave myself haemorrhoids too, so the last couple of weeks have been horrible feeling very sore and swollen down there.
Anyway, because the birth had been quite full on, everytime I tried to wee I couldn't, so I ended up having to have a catheter for 24 hours and they said my bladder had been traumatised. Then when I could wee again, we were getting ready to go home when a midwife came along and said we think your baby is jaundiced, so they took blood from him (from his heel and squeezed blood out of him into a bottle poor little thing) and turns out he was, so we had to stay in. They put him under a UV light for 2 days and they took blood from him twice a day til his levels returned to normal. This is where we fell out with the paediatrician, as because I was breastfeeding, I had to keep taking him out of the UV light to feed him, and she kept saying I had to be strong and leave him in there, and I was like but he's hungry I can't starve him. I was really distressed by this point and I felt like I couldn't do right for doing wrong, one of the lovely midwives had a word with her and reassured me I was doing everything right, and she was so great - she borrowed what they call a hugger blanket from the premature baby unit, which is a blanket with a UV light in it, so I could wrap Joshua in the blanket and feed him whilst also getting the UV. We got there in the end though and eventually got discharged on the Sunday, I couldn't get out of there quick enough!
My mum was at home when we got back and she'd made us a stew for tea, people had sent us flowers and there were cards and presents waiting for us, it was the best feeling ever to bring him home. It was then I learnt about my sister - she'd asked my mum not to tell me until I was home from hospital, and I was told she had a bad cold and so didn't want to visit us in hospital in case she passed her germs on. When actually she was recovering from having a tube removed, my poor little sister, always thinking about me even when she's having a rough time.
The last couple of weeks have been a struggle - I've been so sore with my stitches that I could barely walk or sit, my feet got extremely swollen and they're still swollen now, but more than anything I think the extended stay in hospital had got Joshua into a routine that we didn't want for him, as anytime he cried the midwives made me pick him up and if I wasn't there or I'd nipped to the toilet they would pick him up! So he'd got used to attention every time he cried and consequently he wouldn't settle, we had 2 nights where neither of us got a wink of sleep. Its taken until the last couple of days to finally get him into our ways, he'll sleep for 3 hours at a time at night, so I can feed him once during the small hours and he'll go off to sleep again. Finally feel like we're getting somewhere. But I had no idea how hard breastfeeding would be, the actual feeding bit is ok he feeds really well, but I had no concept of how often and how long they feed for. Now I know, its ok, I felt like I had no life other than just being a milk machine, so I've just resigned myself to the fact that that's how it is for now and its not forever.
I'm sure I had loads more to say but I've been writing this over the last few days so its a bit disjointed. But the most important thing I want to say is thank you times a million from the bottom of my heart to every one of you for constantly being there for me through some of the toughest times in my life, and for having faith that one day we would get our longed for baby. I never truly believed it would happen but you all did. I remember someone saying (cloud perhaps?) that you'd all stay and bring up the rear after you'd all had your first babies after the miscarriages. You are all such wonderful people and I wouldn't be the person I am today without you all to keep me sane.