Hi All,
I'm hoping you're well. I thought I'd pop on to give my birth story and then try to catch up.
I'd been wondering what a contraction felt like and on Monday night I got one. Well, a niggle, but things were finally starting. At my second sweep on Tuesday morning mw scored the cervix at 8/10 readiness for labour, so I got told to go for a walk and be ready. We had a lovely walk around Chipping Norton, then lunch at home and a walk around our village and things suddenly started niggling.
I started timing them about 15.00 and they were very irregular, 10, 15, 5 mins, so just made myself comfy in our bedroom with the TENS on and waited. The mw suggested a bath and paracetamol but the bath seemed to only irritate me; it all became too much around 9 o'clock and we were told to meet the mw in Chipping Norton unit at 10. The cx on the way there nearly made me puke.
She checked baby's heart and oh my god I heard it slow down. It was really upsetting. She immediately contacted Horton hospital in Banbury and that was that for my lovely plans for a labour in Chippy. We got admitted to the Horton and put on a monitor for the baby's heart for 20 mins. Funny thing was when I was shuffling towards the door they wheeled a woman on a chair, her waters had broken and she was supporting herself by her hands, not able to sit. When I was getting on the bed we heard a howl and the baby was born, all five minutes.
Lucy's heart was slowing down with each contraction, but then recovering well (the recovery pattern was what they were looking for), I was only dilated about a centimetre, so not really in labour, yeah right, so we got put in a private suite to wait it out. Telly on for dh, tens on for me, on we went. But it did finally get to the point that I could not take it any longer, was getting exhausted and scared I'd not have the strength to push her out when the time came so when offered an injection so that I could sleep a bit, I took it. We had to go into a delivery room for that. They also had gas and air there and I don't think I got to sleep at all but the g&a really did seem to improve things pain-wise.
Still not dilating, they decided that it may speed things up to have the waters broken. And that's pretty much when it all kicked off in the unpleasantness for us. The breaking of the waters was brutal and had little effect. A monitor had to be attached to the baby's head which was a second horrible event that left me weeping like a loon. Poor dh had to witness all that and help me through all the pain. He did so well, but unfortunately it was all just too much, I couldn't take it anymore, so went for an epi; not sure what time that was, but it was light outside. The first attempt failed ? there were traces of blood in there, the second one went in fine and things calmed down after that, thankfully.
With little progress still, it was decided that a syntocin drip could bring on some stronger contractions and get things going. This was put in for three hours, but in the end I didn't progress past three centimetres. At that point the staff decided that there really was no shifting her and we were advised to go for the cut. Somebody noticed that the epi line popped out of my back so that had to be done again and we were off to the theatre.
Lucy Jadwiga [iadviga] was born at 16.15 weighing 2.96kg (6lb 8oz), watched over by her dad, as mama was in a bit of a state. I remember being scared a lot and crying a lot, especially when I heard her for the first time. They dangled her above me but all I got to see were some tiny toes before they took her to be cleaned up and checked. She was in perfect health and given to dh to hold while her weeping mother got stitched. She looked bewildered at what the damn fuss was all about and promptly pooed on dh's hand. Then we got a cuddle, a feed and I was wheeled into the ward with her sleeping tummy down on my chest.
It wasn't at all what I had in mind for welcoming her into this world. I'm still getting over the fact that whatever that was, it wasn't even 'proper' labour. It later occurred that she was bearing down face first, not the top of her head, so things would probably have never progressed properly.
I hated the fact that I had to go through a c-section but as days go by it seems to be more and more forgotten. In the end I have the most precious little girl, our little monkey that makes us shake our heads in wonder every time we look at her, we still can't believe we made her. How she got here is much less important.