Ok. My birth story.
I got up on Sunday morning having slept well. This was mighty suspicious because she usually kicked seven bells out of me at night.
After breakfast I still hadn't felt her move so we made a mad dash for the hospital. They wired me up and she was fine but the discovered
a) She was transverse not fully engaged as she had been the week before.
b) a had too much water and it was too risky for me to go home.
c) ~I had to have an elective c-section
LaTrucha waits in hosptial for two days ... watches New YEar fireworks from the hospital window feeling all emotional as 2008 will be DD's year!
On New Year's Day they started monitoring the baby to see if I could go home. She is officially fine for the first half an hour but my lovely midwife sees something she doesn't quite like and leaves me for another half hour. The baby's heart rate plummets, then recovers.
A surgeon comes and hovers over me, biting the side of his hand. The baby's heart rate plummets then races really high.
The surgeon goes out and confers with the MW.
DH males me a cup of tea. The surgeon comes back in. The baby's heartrate plummets and she starts kicking in all directions so fast I can't press the button quickly enough. The surgeon leaves. The MW comes in adn says 'PUT THAT CUP OF TEA DOWN!' And I realise what's going to happen.
The aneasthatist comes in to tell me there's a high risk of me dying under the anaesthetic because of the illness I had but that the baby may well die if she doesn't come out.
We spend an HOUR AND A HALF waiting for a surgical team to wake up from their New Year's hangover and come in. MW's make me incredibly scared by acting incredibly scared and the anaesthetist doesn't help by impressing upon me that I MUST have a local anaesthetic as a general is just too dangerous. I must stay completely still and dio exactly as she says.
Into the surgical room, anaesthetic in firs ttime. I satre in DH's eyes and say the 23rd psalm about 50 times. At one point DH looks away and I can't understand why (He was looking at Sabela - when I asked him why he didn't tell me he said he couldn't speak!). The whisked her onto the trolley thing to check her and she was fine (Apgars of 9). I couldn't see as a plastic bag was on the way
They put her next to my head all wrapped up which disappointed me but seeing as we were both alive I didn't care. I tried to kiss her with my oxygen mask on and everyone laughed at me and I lifted her hat to see what colour her hair was. I really didn't want a ginger girl like me!
They stitched me up which was horrible. I was very sick. DH had to sit by himself with her not knowing how I was which he says was the worst hour of his life.
Things were pretty rough and we were in hopsital for antoher week or so.
I was so upset at the time and for months after for lots of reasons and I thought I'd get upset writing that out again but I only felt happy! Roll on birth no.2!
Can I ask, how many of you who had emergency c-sections will have a c-section next time? For months after I thought I would. I was terrified. Now I think I'll go for a vaginal birth with a c-section at any sign of trouble.
Oh - and for whoever asked - sorry I can't recall - I still bf Sabela between 2 and 4 times a day, usually 4. I thought I'd wait for the move to Spain at least so she can have familiar comfort if she's distressed. I think it also depends on how quickly I can get pg. AF has returned but it could be that bf is stopping me ovulating. We'll give it a month or two and then maybe I'll stop.
BLimey - you get nothing from me for days and then that!