Hello ladies! Sorry i am so late to get on this bus, but i had a stubborn little lady that wanted to be 15 days overdue :) She is a week old today and i am in complete awe of her. I am so in love and it is the most incredible feeling in the world......ok BIRTH STORY! AHHH.
So i was told to go into the hospital on Sunday the 7th to be induced. Me and DP were led to the ward and were told someone would be with us soon. (This was at 2pm) After many hours waiting we were finally told at 7.30pm that there was no room on any of the wards and that i was not going to be induced today and that i would have to stay overnight and maybe i would be induced tomorrow. If i decided to go home i would love my bed and space.
At 5.45am on Monday the 8th of June a midwife informed me i had been given the go ahead and i was to have all my obs done to ensure i was well and baby was doing well. I was dehydrated and told to drink lots, but apart from that we were both well. The Propess was put in at 7.30am and the waiting game began.
DP arrived at 9am and we watching some Sons of Anarchy and Game of Thrones to keep us amused and then i decided to walk to the gift shop to see if i could speed things up. At about 2ish i was getting irregular contractions, some 10 minutes apart, some 6 minutes apart. The midwife brushed them off as tightenings from the propess.
By about 5pm i was experiencing contractions every 4 minutes apart so the midwife put me on the ECG monitor and told me what all the numbers and stuff meant. The highest 'number' the contraction could go up to on the machine was 127 and at '0' my body was resting. So for about 30 minutes i visually watched my contractions on the screen increasing and decreasing.
Unfortunately after about 45 minutes the propess caused my uterus to become irritable and i was experiencing contraction on top of contraction. I was watching the numbers on the machine go up to 127 then down to 89 then up to 127 then down to 74...etc. I had no break in between contractions and at this point i was crying and hyperventilating as i could not catch my breath. Midwife tried to perform an internal exam but it was absolutely excruciating and my whole body began shaking through the pain. DP was in tears at this point Midwife removed the propess and gave me some Pethidine at about 6.30ish.
I was coping ok for a couple of hours until the drug wore off and i was in complete agony again, i was crying begging for an epidural and saying i couldn't do this anymore. Luckily there was a space available for me on the delivery suite and at about 9ish they wheeled me down and told DP to pack everything up and meet us in the room. By the time he got there i had fully abused the Gas and Air and found it tremendously fun. I felt drunk and it really really helped with the pain, DP found this hilarious how i went from absolute agony to singing to the radio in less than 20 minutes.
Midwife decided to break my waters at 10pm and informed me that we would just wait and see what happens and that i might have to have the drip at around midnight if things didn't get moving. At 11 she told me to get off the bed, if i wanted, and try sitting on the birthing ball. I somehow managed to get off the bed and sit on the ball, only to have another huge gush of waters go everywhere and almost immediately i felt the biggest urge to poo EVER. I was 100% sure i was about to have a massive bowel movement as i felt like my bowels were contracting. So my partner and mum carried me back to the bed while they buzzed for the midwife who was out of the room making tea for everyone ha!
She came back in and i was screaming i needed to push, this was at about 11.15/11.25pm and she told me to put my legs in the stirrups and she would have a look. 'Ok, well i think baby will be here in a few pushes.' DP started crying as he realised it would all be over soon, i just started to push harder than i ever had and i started to feel the dreaded burn 'down there'. I then stopped pushing and asked 'Was that it? Is she here' to which everyone replied 'No'. Wow i was gutted haha. So i carried on pushing and not much was happening even though the head was crowning. The midwife said she would have to make a cut, to which i just pushed even harder and forced this little head out. This caused me to have 2nd degree tears but i just wasn't thinking at the time. Then i hit the energy wall and started saying i couldn't do any more and that i was too tired. DP told me that he could see her head and that she was almost here, so i pushed soooooo hard and within seconds her little body slid out onto the bed and she let out the tiniest little wimper and just had a little look around.
At 11.46pm she was finally here. Most painful experience but the best thing i have ever done in the world. She is a beautiful little girl and i am so lucky that she had latched on so well and breast feeding is going amazingly. We were discharged exactly 24 hours later as she had meconium in the womb, but all is well!
Sorry for the essay, but i never skip details haha :D