Sorry I didn't say much when I flew through the other day.
The boychild arrived on Wednesday, and after a sedate twelve days of making me think he was there for the duration he chose to make a rather hurried entrance into the world.
Had contractions all night Tuesday. Gradual increase in strength but very little organisation, with anything from four to ten minutes between them.
Half seven Wednesday morning saw me on phone to friend asking her to come get my daughter as my waters had just broken. Contractions increased in intensity and started coming in clusters.
Eight o clock friend arrives with her boys, and helps me bundle things together.
Ambulance arrives at about quarter past eight, while I'm being interrogated by on duty midwife at the maternity ward (are you sure you're in labour?). Paramedic takes a look, takes phone off me, tells them we're on our way and they had best get ready, and we leave five minutes later.
Half past, arrive in L&D. Contractions two minutes apart and hurt like hell. Entonox is my friend. Only 2cm dilated. Use the entonox for a while, lying on side to ease pain in hips.
Have a bath. Feel like I'm being scalded as I get in, suspect it was shock of the water helping me dilate more. Decide baths are the spawn of satan about ten minutes later and get out of the water and have a couple of nasty contractions while swearing at the wall in the bathroom. I'm glad they have monkey bars on the bathroom walls. They were useful for hanging off and insisting that I wasn't having any more of this and demanding that they make it all stop now thank you.
Student midwife suggests I have a go on the space hopper. At this point I would do anything, so space hopper was dutifully positioned at side of bed and sheet draped on it so I don't slide off because I'm still wet from the bath.
Bounce for a minute and get hit by a killer contraction. However, this is comfiest have been, leaning against bed with my entonox mouthpiece for company. Braced for another contraction, another killer, and got the urge to push. Student said would be the baby passing the bowel, and not to worry and just to ride it out. Rode it out, just. Next one comes, urge is even worse. Student says to ride it if I can and that they'd check me after it passed. Again, just managed to ride it out, and crawled onto bed as the registered midwife came back in.
They just managed to get me to open my legs before the next contraction hit, and they told me to go for it if I wanted as I'd managed to fully dilate in just over twenty minutes! Bless them, I think they were in shock. They let me dictate my own pace, but it was my body that dictated it, it had obviously had enough. It took me a mere nine minutes to push the boychild out, and the placenta was sent packing six after that.
Total labour time: two hours nineteen minutes from waters going to birth.
Pain relief: Entonox all the way. There were a couple of co-codamol at some point, but they didn't kick in until lunchtime >_<
I got my skin to skin contact as soon as they had checked he was breathing, and managed to feed him within about twenty minutes of birth. It was so hectic, and rather scary as well, as it was all done on my own with just the midwife. Had a quiet couple of hours in the delivery room, then they shipped me to post-natal, from whence I escaped at eight in the evening.
Am still knackered, but have managed a couple of jaunts out, once with daughter and boychild, and once just me and the boychild as the daughter was with her dad.
So... Sorry for the waffling. Needed to get it all out of my system.
Hope everyone is doing well. I shall be back tomorrow no doubt, probably to complain that I hate breastfeeding. I really do hate it, but it's so easy, and good for them. I just. Hate. It.
I like my packet of chocolate biscuits though, so the trade off is okay. For as long as the packet of chocolate biscuits lasts
Take care everyone
Agnes