The start of my pregnancy was pretty crap. Had Hyperemisis (servere morning sickness) for the first 5 months and was in hospital twice, a week each time, hooked up on drips and stuff. At seven months found out my Dad had cancer. DD was due on the 18th July, on the 19th the hospital said Dad (he had to be kept in two weeks earlier as was due to have chemo but had a cough so kept him in) had taken a turn for the worse and wasn't going to make it, had contracted phnumonia (sp?) - gave him a couple of days max. No sign of impending labour, all family went to see Dad. Had to make the hardest decision ever whether to go and see him or not. Took the decision not to, which may sound selfish, but didn't want to put my unborn baby at any risk and just didn't know how I would react seeing him. He passed away two days after DD should have been born.
Twelve days overdue and contractions finally start, go to hospital sent home, go back the next day, sent home again, go in the next day (same day I am due to be induced) but sent home until 6pm then told to come back at 6pm to be induced. Monitored when I go back at 6, get told will be examined at 9pm, DH sent home at 11pm, didn't get examined until 6am the next day , turns out I am 4cm, call DH & Mum in, go to labour ward. Tell me to have pethadine rather than epidural, makes me sick and feel like I am on something rotton. Have an epidual only for it to work down one half of my body, can feel a pinching stinging feeling up fanjo (sorry TMI), say catheter isn't in right, am told it's fine and just contractions . Sometime later they break my waters and DD has pooed so all green. Six hours later new midwife, blood in my wee, says catheter not in right . Eventually 10cm dialted - pushing with all my heart but nothing happening, consultant says I need CS, ventouse or foreceps won't work. Taken down to theatre at 10pm with epidural up to max so am finally pain free, shifts have changed and differn't consultant, he wants to try ventouse - gets DD out after 3 attempts. Has her cord wrapped round her leg 8 times and consulaant says I probably would never have been able to push her out as she would have kept bouncing back up
Sorry so long and sorry to you yesmum to say about my Dad. He was unlucky and it wasn't actually the cancer that got him, so if the worst does happen tomorrow, which I pray that it doesn't, then remember there is hope and so much medicine out there. I pray your Mummy will be ok.xxx