Epic post alert:
Birth:
I want into labour on Thursday. I had irregular but strong contractions all day, which started formulating regimented battle plans as evening drew in. My parents picked the kids up at about half nine, at which point try were every five minutes and lasting about thirty seconds. By half past midnight they were every two minutes ad lasting as long as they felt like. I may possibly have decided i wanted to get off the roundabout at this point. I rang labour ward, and as you can probably all chorus, was advised to have a nice warm bath and a couple of paracetamol. Ladies, I'd already had co-codamol of the strong variety, it still hurt. Half an hour later I was back on the phone as they were coming every ninety seconds and lasting between forty five seconds and a minute. Begrudgingly they said I could go in.
I got to labour and delivery at half one, to e told I was only two centimetres. The midwife was concerned due to the rapid acceleration of my previous labour though, and using that and the fact I would be going home alone managed to convince her senior midwife that I needed to stay. I spent the next hour and a half in agony that was unaffected by pethidine, and vomiting due to the anti-emetic. I had forgotten they make me sick. Oops >_<
Three o'clock rolled around an things tarted to kick off, just as the registrar was plotting to send me down to the ante-natal ward. I was mainlining gas and air by this point, so my memories are vague. I know I was examined and was three centimetres, and knew I then was on my side as it was the only position I could bear and vomit from at the same time. I also know they were monitoring the heartbeat, but couldn't tell you how or how long for. Next I know I'm being told to get back on my side as there was a problem (I was told after that I'd dilated the last two centimetres during an exam, and that the midwife could see the waters and they looked bad). I hadn't noticed I'd moved >_<
My waters broke, and were very dirty, octopus boy was in distress:( Apparently they couldn't get a trace on his heartbeat, and they wanted him out. My body obliged, as from waters popping to birth was a whopping seven minutes according to my discharge summary. Pushing was when I regained my head. The clarity of that first push as the head crowned and sliced through the fuzz of the gas and air was welcome. The second push saw him out. Unresponsive and with the cord wrapped around his neck:( It was 03:35.
He didn't cry. Those few minutes while they resuscitated him are possibly the longest of my life. They had to suction the thick meconium and breathe for him. It worked, and I released the breath I hadn't known I was holding. My notes say his apgar score at one minute was 3. I'm still too scared to google the scale >_<
Sorry it is so long, but it was a weird night. I'll do another later about the nicu/scbu situation, but right now I'm being told its lunch time:)