Ok, I've written my birth story. What I can remember anyway. I still can't really talk about it without getting emotional but writing it out has been somewhat therapeutic. Reading it back though, I feel like a bit of a drama queen compared to what some of you went through.
Sorry for the length, and also if it doesn't make any sense. As I said, I still can't really talk about it so its all a bit hazy.
On Thursday 17th, DH had gone into work for a few hours at 3. I watched One Born Every Minute that I'd recorded the night before and the second it finished I started getting an uncomfortable feeling in my back, which then went round to my stomach. It wasn't really painful, but it was definitely 'there'. It felt like a belt of slight pain going all around me, and I thought I just needed the toilet. Went to the toilet and it still didn't ease, but still I didn't think it was the start of anything. I text DH to say I was going to bed for an hour because I was having some pains but didn't think they were anything.
DH finished work just after 6 and we had some dinner and watched some telly. All this time I was still getting waves of slight pain. I told DH I thought I was just constipated. We went to bed at about 11ish.
I didn't manage to get any sleep as the pains were coming quite often. Still thought I just needed the toilet!! At about 1am I thought 'hmmm I'd better time these'. I used an app on my phone, they were coming every 4-5 minutes and lasting 60 seconds. I woke DH up and then phoned the hospital who said I should come in.
I wanted to have a shower before we went, and as I looked out if the window I saw it had been snowing a bit. Had shower and got dressed etc while DH went and got the car running.
Driving to the hospital was a nightmare, there was so much snow! When we got there, we were taken to a room and I was put on a monitor. Everything seemed fine. Midwife said I was having strong contractions but they still weren't feeling too bad. She discovered Nancy was back to back so that explained the back pain.
Then, Nancy's heart rate dropped. I'm not sure to what exactly, DH says about 70? The midwife got me to lie on my side and it went back up for a few minutes, but then dropped again to (DH says) 40. The midwife pressed a button and then suddenly there were about 10 people in the room. A lady examined me and said I was 2cm and then broke my waters. There was meconium in my waters.
They then moved me to another room just in case I had to go to theatre. Nancy's heart rate wasn't increasing so they told DH to go and get changed and that I'd have to go for surgery.
They gave me some gas and air, I'm not sure why, and after one inhalation of it I was sick.
As I was being wheeled down to theatre, I kept asking if my baby was ok. Obviously they couldn't tell me, so just didn't say anything. I've never been so scared in all my life.
When they put the drip in my hand in theatre, goodness knows what they did but there was blood everywhere. I don't really remember much between then and when Nancy was born. But I do remember DH saying 'you're not lazy', because that's all I used to say when I'd go for an afternoon nap.
Next thing I know, Nancy was being cleaned up and I could actually see my baby. The midwife said she was absolutely fine, her cord had been wrapped around her neck. She was given to me and we had some lovely cuddles while they sewed me back up.
As soon as I saw her, I fell so in love with her. She's the best thing I've ever done.