Good Morning everybody!
chocbunnies I hope you're ok, you sounded a bit down on your post . Just snuggle your gorgeous boy when you feel sad.
Right, 'inspired' by Dandy (Jesus what a horrendous story, I was truly mortified, furious and just plan bloody upset by your story, sometimes it seems some members of the medical profession don't actually care about the people they take care of) and Running , here is my Birth Story (bear in mind I had a relaxed homebirth planned, with champagne in the fridge for sipping contentedly afterwards ):
Go into hospital 4pm Wednesday June 3rd, into the Low Dependency Unit. Very swish, and DH can stay the night on the sofa bed (although we won?t be staying the night because I?ll have this baby by this evening of course). So, I get my own room, with birthing ball, bean bags, huge pool-like bath, oh just fabulous. Examined by mw, given 1st dose of Prostin. Settle in, mess about, playing with ball and whatnot. Take a walk to cafe within hospital a couple of hours later, see if I can get things going. Nothing happens, so I am given next dose at 11 or 12 that night. Still only 1-2cm dilated, nothing going on so go to sleep. 9am is when cxs start properly, painful but short. Put on monitor and everything is fine, just irregular cx's. Resign myself to a long-haul and tell DH to go home, get showered, changed, check the girls are ok etc at about 11ish. Needless to say, this is when things kick off. I am still only 1-2cm dilated but cxs are now agonising and I'm chuffing on the g&a like nobody's business. God I love the stuff only.......it makes me throw up everywhere, all over me, the mw's etc.
I am cleaned up and then monitored, baby's heartrate has dipped and there is concern, also I am not dilating or contracting properly, decide to break my waters. There is meconium in the waters. I'm feeling a bit panicky by now, things aren't going as they should, it hurts more than I thought, I'm just not dilating and people are concerned about the baby. Decision is taken to move me to HDU and put me on the drip, I am manhandled into backless gown and wheeled over to HDU, crouching on wheelchair, arse on show, puffing and panting. I'm really bricking it by now, as there are mutterings and concerned faces.
DH returns, discovers me missing and finally finds me, in his words, 'grey-faced and terrified'. I hate the MW who will be with me immediately, she's old and stuck in her ways, she will not understand my birthing ideals, I'm furious. The pains are just horrific now, I'm not coping, they're too quick, too strong, I'm out of control and I'm panicking. I tell DH I need an epidural (I always said I would NOT have an epidural). MW goes out, comes in, no epi available yet, she's concerned that the baby may well have the cord round it's neck, wheels in resuss stuff, I'm really scared now. She goes out for something. I turn to DH and say "Does she know I need to push?" all casual-like . He pushes the button. It's 17.40. I am pushing, I have one leg in DHs vice-like grip and the MW (who turns out to be the best I've ever met and I regret my initial reaction to her, she's EXPEIENCED and WISE, rather than OLD) has my other. This is not what you?re supposed to do with SPD, but at this stage I?m thinking ?fuck it?. Well, it turns out that not only does the baby have the cord round it?s neck, it?s back to back. This is why I?ve not been dilating and why it?s been so bloody difficult.
So 17.50 she's born. Utter joy at the realisation have another girl. Would you believe that 10 mins of pushing (yes, my 2nd stage was 10 mins, once the drip kicked in, I dilated in a whoosh), with me (God I?m ashamed of myself) crying ?I can?t do it, I can?t do it? (Bloody wuss) and she was out. It would have been even quicker, but they have to bend the wrong way or something when they?re back to back.
The MW was so wonderful, I honestly think I wouldn?t have done it without intervention if I?d had a less experienced MW, she was unflustered, even when it looked like things weren?t going well.
I?m still not sure whether I should be proud or ashamed that I pushed out an 8lb 11oz baby with an overly large head, with only a tiny 1st degree tear that didn?t require any stitching, in 10 very short minutes. How stretched am I after 3 babies now? DH has offered to ?check?