Ok am going to try and write up birth story as it's nearly been 2 weeks (can't believe how quickly that's passed!). Currently sitting in the shade in the garden having just taken dog for hour long walk in local park with Cora who is now lying in her moses basket and hopefully going to give mummy a bit of time on the laptop! Here goes (might be definitely is a long one, get yourself a pot of and a pack of or skip it for when you have more time :o)...
Saturday 12th May:
DM had been staying for a couple of days to help us decorate our bedroom and left about 7.30pm, so I decided to have a nice hot bath (she can be a bit tiring, being 8 1/2 months pregnant does not pass as an acceptable excuse with my mum ). After I got out around 8.30 I decided to chill out on our bed for a while to cool down and started getting mild period type cramps. I thought braxton hicks are getting a bit stronger, hopefully means I shouldn't go too far over my dates (DC1 for me, having panicked about her being premature I was now starting to panic about going over and having to be induced with my relaxed homebirth going out the window). Anyway, realised the contractions were fairly regular, roughly every 15 mins, whereas all my BHs had been very irregular, so went and told DH to lay off the wine for the rest of the night just in case. Took a coupe of paracetamol (pains still very mild), had a bit of dinner and went to bed. Slept as well as I had the previous few nights (was fed up of stoopidly sore hips and trying to roll over every few hours to get comfortable) and the contractions weren't bothering me so thought things could be a while off.
Sunday 13th May:
After I got up I was trying to monitor how regularly contractions were coming, but seemed a bit all over the place (between 10 and 40 mins) posted on the late may thread a few times :o and carried on with food shopping and making sauces for lasagnes to put in freezer ready for D Day. Took a couple more paracetamol as contractions were slightly more painful, but still irregular and stopped for lunch around 12.30. My neighbour's granddaughter is expecting her first in August so went and had a chat with them after lunch, said I'd had a few twinges so may have baby in the next few days, but just as we were saying bye I felt a pop and gush (was a bit but not much liquid, wasn't like Niagra falls or anything :)) and figured my waters had broken so waddled back inside and told DH!
I carried on with making the sauces and used the contraction timer I downloaded onto my smart phone, and after about 1/2 an hour realised they were coming every 1.5-2 mins lasting 45-60 seconds. Thought I'd better phone the hospital to book in as their advice was "when your contractions eventually build up to be 5 mins apart, call us and we'll asses how you're doing", I seemed to have skipped the gradual build up bit and the midwife at the unit sounded pretty sceptical when we went through all the 'are you actually in labour' questions. Anyway she got the community midwife on call to phone me at 2pm, and after going over all the details again she said she'd come and visit at 3 once she'd seen another lady. I was still cooking at this point, but having to stop and breath through contractions as they were getting more intense, timings stayed pretty much the same. By the time she arrived I'd had to give up on cooking as there wasn't enough time between each contraction to do anything useful (some were back to back so 2-3mins long :() and I was having to kneel on living room floor swaying to get through them. Plus I found out my tens I'd bought on ebay had the wrong electrodes so still had no pain relief, was not happy about that and felt very silly for not having checked before .
Went upstairs with MW who spent an hour going through paperwork, measuring BP, pulse and noting when I had "tightenings" (I thought to myself - they're NOT tightenings, they're bloody contractions, in my mind there's a big difference!) and eventually asked if I wanted her to examine me. I was so pleased that she offered as I was desperate for some idea of how much more pain I had to come and to get her to give me the diamorphine I'd got a prescription for from the GP! After a bit of prodding and poking (wasn't terrible but not great when you're having a contraction) she said, we'll I'm not going anywhere else tonight, your 9 cms and will have a baby in 4 hrs! I was sooo happy in one way but that meant no pain relief until the 2nd midwife could get to the house, far too late for diamorphine as it would more than likely affect the baby. Did have a nice shower to clean up as mucous plug and more waters meant I looked a bit of a state :o.
5pm 2nd midwife arrived, who spent ages (so it felt) setting up the resus kit on the landing, eventully got the g&a only to say "oh, there's no mouthpiece in the bag" my heart sank, but fortunately MW1 had a spare with her (happy me again) to hear a few seconds later MW2: "where are the tubes, I can't find them in the bag" MW1: they should have been on the trolley in a separate bag" MW2: "oh, maybe I didn't pick the up but I didn't see anything left on trolley" again, I was nearly going to start crying as pain was really getting quite intense and I didn't know how much longer I could last and had really wanted to avoid transfer to hospital. Eventually it turned out they were there all along and I merrily started sucking away on the G&A when I had contractions, definitely help me loads, though I did notice as the contractions tailed off it was making me feel very light headed, still better than nothing :o!
Got to about 6pm and although I was fine and baby was doing well (did have a panic when they thought her heart rate had dropped off to 65bpm, but realised that was actually me, and she was fine) so was made to sit on the loo as the position and gravity help get things moving, the second contraction I had sitting there I thought the baby was going to end up in the pan so headed back to the bed (I laboured on my knees they whole way through with a big bean bag to rest my arms/head on), had to try and push a bit/wait a bit to get baby down further (to be honest she would have been born earlier but I was afraid of pushing too hard in case she came flying out and I had a terrible tear!). Eventually when they could see her crowning (MW1: she's got a lovely head of hair!") it only took a couple of pushes to get her out at 7.17pm , but I did nearly squash her after she was born (I didn't realise she was out, thought it was just the head so when MW1 told me to lean back I was leaning forward to try and get a better position for delivery ) after being shouted at a bit louder and once I'd heard the baby screaming I got the picture and had her passed between my legs to hold. Managed to turn round so I could sit down with her on my tummy for skin to skin and to try latching on. I also chose to have a physiological 3rd stage, but couldn't get DD latched on so I think that delayed things, DH cut the cord after it had stopped pulsing, and after 45 mins they took her off to have checks/weight etc done and I eventually got placenta out while sitting on the loo (again ).
After all that I had my stitches done (think about 10 - 2nd degree tear as DD had her hand up by her cheek in a "no photos!" kind of action) and eventually got baby latched on whilst lying down so stayed there for 1 1/2 hours just looking at her. We eventually got her dressed and I had a shower to clean up around 11pm, don't think I slept much that night as the adrenaline and very welcome relief of local anaesthetic for stitches meant I felt really well, plus every little squeek and whinge had me jumping up to see if she was ok (did have her in the bed most of the night) but she also slept for 5 hours so all was good :o. As an after thought, while I was in labour DH was a star - hoovered and dusted house before the MW came, mowed lawn, finished making lasagnes, brough food and drinks for MWs and me, and although he checked in regularly he didn't stay in the room until it came to the last hour (I figured what was the point of him sitting and looking at me for 6 hours!) I did get one back rub from the midwife which was quite nice (and better than DH could do!) but otherwise he busied himself with jobs around the house - a huge benefit of homebirth as far as we're both concerned, much better for him and I was comfortable in my own surroundings and he could easily find everything I wanted.
Today: Cora is 11 days old this evening and doing well (was just over birth weight on day 10 which I was rather proud of as I'm BF and we struggled with latching on in the first few days). She's still feeding and sleeping well (usually 4 hours min at night, sometimes 7hrs, long may it continue!), and my stitches are starting to feel better (sensation that something's going to fall out is VERY weird, Dsis had the same though and MW had checked and said all looks ok, so I guess it's normal). This week we've even managed a trip to the garden centre (on our own), a day at Ikea and a day in town with Dm so feeling quite good :). DH is very proud of her too, his big hairy arms look massive next to her little tiny body, makes my heart melt! Well done if you stuck with me this far, sorry it's such an epic! Hope everyone else is as lucky as me xx