Avo my sympathies on the fever after the antibiotics. It's so tedious. It might be a secondary infection elsewhere in the tubes, or another virus that's hit her while the immune system is so low.
Ok, well you did ask for the birth story so I will try and keep it short and sweet.
Weirdly, I woke up on morning of 29th thinking "he's going to come today". In fact it was the first day I'd not said "please not today!" due to either bad weather or DP tooth infection or some other issue.
Anyway started feeling v light pains from about 7am, like period pains, but didn't know whether that meant labour was starting or miles off. I'd only had bad backache with T so I assumed I'd feel the same again this time.
Decided to make broccoli soup at 8am. I never make broccoli soup. This should have been a red flag.
Fast forward to midday while I was feeding Tom dinner and started to feel the pains more strongly. DP took over and I went upstairs while T had his nap.
I then got in the pool for relaxation at about 1.30. I then suggested that DP might want to call SIL so she could say if I was in labour or not.
Half an hour later we woke T from his nap, SIL had arrived and suggested we call the midwife asap. By this point I was yelling every minute.
T was bundled out of the house to a friend with DP singing over the top of my screams. "Mummy's just singing very badly" I heard at one point.
Midwife arrived, I heard her say "there's no point calling for another now, they won't come in time". Luckily SIL is a 3rd year student midwife so was able to help.
MW starts faffing with gas and air canisters. I then do a big poo in the pool
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While DP dutifully goes back to the kitchen to get a sieve, I then scream several more times (it really hurts at this point and they still don't have any gas and air).
I then manage to push out the head (luckily a v small one) and they hold it under the water while I have to push out the body. Surprisingly quick though.
I then get out of the pool (a mistake in retrospect) and go to the sofa in the lounge to deliver the placenta. This takes an hour and a half and I'm about to beg for the injection as it's actually more painful than giving birth and then it decides to make its way out. Had I stayed in the pool it would have been more comfortable, though obv i would have been surrounded by my own poo.
We then have tea with the midwife, and when T comes back (after only 3 hours away) we have champagne.
This is also perhaps a mistake in retrospect as I went into shock a few hours later and had my teeth chattering for ages, couldn't move etc. But it passed and we got to spend the night at home with the squeaker next to us, unable to sleep but also amazed that it had happened so quickly and easily.