Hi Again
We are home and had a pretty good first night. DS fed at 8.40pm, we all went to sleep at 9pm and he didn't waken again until 1.45am! I fed him, he vommed a bit then slept 'til 5am. I fed him and he just woke again now.
Here is my birth story for those that like that sort of detail (feel free to skip):
1.50pm 13/5: induction started with a pessary. At this point II was only 2cm dilated with a long, tough cervix.. I was put on a monitor and after 20 mins or so could see some regular tightenings but they felt like Braxton Hicks.
3pm: went for walk around the area. Walking made it feel like things were happening as the tightenings hurt more. It felt very public to be contracting in a busy shopping neighbourhood so we soon returned to the ward where I sat on birthing ball for hours playing cards with DH. Sitting calmed all pains down and again it felt like simple regular Braxton hicks.
6pm: examined and I was 2cm dilated still but cervix was shorter so midwife said they would break my waters. Annoyingly we needed to wait for a bed on the labour ward and nothing came free 'til nearly midnight. While we waited all tightenings and pains totally stopped which was dispiriting.
12 midnight: i was v tired and doubted it was wise to kick start a whole night of labour but nevertheless my waters were broken and I was told I was still only 2cm and the head was high. The midwife suspected I would need the syntocin drip but suggested walking about for a few hours.
12.30 - 1am: walked the deserted hospital corridors with DH. Contractions started and were immediately quite painful and 2.5 mins apart, lasting between 30 and 50 seconds.
1am: returned to our room, midwives asked if I was contracting and we told them the timings but as I was chatting away they clearly didn't think much was happenings. Contractions actually paused while I chatted to midwives.
1.10am: sitting on birthing ball the contractions suddenly became overwhelming. I had to stand-up and sway through each one and couldn't talk. Begged DH to get a midwife so I could have my epidural. Midwife came in and said she'd examine me in an hour and if I was in established labour then I could have epidural. I cried.
1.20am: I'm going crazy, I scream at DH to get midwife again and insist she gives me my epidural. He tries to calm me, I shout "You are here to fucking advocate for me, I don't want your kind words, ADVOCATE!"
1.30am: midwife tells me she will compromise and examine me in 15 minutes. I can't talk except to moan "epidural, epidural, epidural" she starts to look concerned and stays in the room.
1.40am: midwife finally examines me and says "Oh God you are 7cm and very stretchy, we better hurry if you want an epidural". I shout "that's what I've been saying all along!". She runs off to find anesthetist and second midwife.
1.50am: I am on the bed screaming for epidural, two midwives tell me there is no time, I scream "this was never the plan, I never wanted to feel pushing out a baby."
1.55am: I scream I need to push, anaesthetist arrives, takes one look at me and leaves. I've never felt a sensation like it. Midwives beg me to breath the baby out, I'm so scared of tearing I try and concentrate on slowly breathing and actually everything feels slightly more manageable now I'm pushing.
2.05am: breath head out, can't believe I have to live with it out for a few mins until I can push again, desperately try and remember its nearly all over. Midwives say to breath deeply and breath him out.
2.15am: Rest of him arrives. Immense and immediate feeling of relief is like nothing I've ever experienced. DS is put on my tummy and cries immediately. Midwives say I have only tiniest tear and that I had breathed him out in an incredibly controlled manner that is v rate given i had no pain relief whatsoever. It certainly hadn't felt controlled.
I then got that incredible feeling of amazement that a human being just arrived from inside me. I'm overwhelmed by how tiny he looks compared to his sisters. I can't actually do proper skin to skin as I'm still in a bra and tight top as I never had time to change!
The next few hours were a weird mixture of overwhelming joy to meet DS and total shock. I think my body went into shock as I was shaking uncontrollably and felt sick and dizzy. Adrenalin got me through the first few hours but when I was moved to the postnatal ward at 5am I tried to sleep but everytime I drifted off I would jolt awake thinking i was still in labour and totally panicked that another unbearable contraction was coming. I felt so awful that I burst into tears on DH and begged him not to go home to tell the girls at breakfast as planned. Thankfully I felt better by 8am and DH bought Carluccios almond croissants and coffee and we had a celebratory breakfast.