Right, thought I might share my birth story while I still remember!
We went to the hospital on Thursday morning for my pre-booked induction. The usual obs were done and the registrar came to examine me. at this point I thought that he would then tell me the results of the examination, Bishops Score etc and we would discuss whether or not the induction would work. However, this isn't what happened, he went straight into inserting the Propass suppository thing without any discussion. I was shocked and a bit upset at this. Dh tried to calm me down by saying it would be ok and just to let everything carry on. But the more I sat there thinking I went from upset to angry so i spoke to the midwife, explaining that this wasn't how I was expecting everything to be happening and I wanted to know what the dr had thought when examining me, before deciding on continuing. I was then allowed to remove the Propass until the Dr could come back and speak to me. When he did he was very apologetic and said he shouldn't have presumed I wanted to go right ahead. Made me wonder if he had actually read my notes, but hey! My Bishops score had reached the dizzying heights of 4, he recommended I continue with the induction, but I wasn't so sure. I asked what my options were and he said continue today or come back on Friday too start again as they don't induce over the weekend. So we decided to carry on. Propass reinserted I settled down for the long wait.
At about 11pm on Thursday I went to the loo and the Propass was almost falling out. MW had to reinsert it which was quite frankly one of the worst experiences in my life and hurt like hell. MW said she thought my cerivx was softening and getting shorted, so things were happening. After that I started getting cramping and lost the rest of my mucus plug and I thought I was on the way. The girl that was induced at the same time as me was taken to the labour ward at 2am after her waters went. I was jealous!
Woke up and cramps had gone and I was feeling quite comfortable. Time came for another internal, this time Dr said nothing had changed since the afternoon before. To say i was gutted was an understatement. Options offered were to try another pessary int he hope it would dialate me enought for them to break my waters to bring on labour, leave me over night with out anything to see if anything happens of its own accord or consider a CS. I didn't want another pessary after the pain it caused so I agreed to be left overnight with a view to them breaking my waters first thing if it was favourable to bring in contractions. If that didn't work then CS for me.
6am on Saturday came the time for my final internal and I already knew the CS was o the cards. I'd had a great nights sleep with no twinges . Dr confirmed there was still no change to my cerivx and went off to arrange my section. Lunchtime was to be the time so the rest of the morning was spent getting ready!
At 11am I was walked down to the labour ward to wait for theatre slot. DH went off to get changed into scrubs. Now DH is a big guy, think rugby player, not sumo wrestler and came back wearing what can only be described as a blue skin suit! Trousers and top didn't meet! Face like thunder he was not best pleased they didn't have scrubs to fit him! I tried not to laugh, that didn;t last long! And before too long he began to see the funny side too!! I was then taken away for my spinal, which wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. Just a lot of pressure. As that began to work DH was led in and sat down beside me and about 10 minutes later DH was asked if he wanted to stand up to watch our son come into the world. Blair Thomas was born and screamed until we were wheeled through to delivery. Apparently the whole labour ward heard him! My BP was extremely high during the operation which surprised them becuase your BP is meant drop. It stayed high enough for me to be kept on the labour ward for observation until it came down. It took a while and only came down when I got to hold my little man for the first time. We had a lovely snuggle and he started to feed with a little assistance from the MW. Mum and dad then arrived just as I was going back up to the ward.
Post natal care was very good bar one particular MW, btu I wont get into that here.
All in all a bittersweet experience, but I'm strangely positive by it all! If you have made it this far well done!! I'm nearly falling asleep writing it with my little man snuggled up on my chest after his feed!