Hi ladies.
So, I'm 23, petite and have a four month old son; my first. I'm desperate for him not to be an only child, however, my pregnancy and birth with Emrys was horrible and scary.
I felt awful the whole way through and at 28 weeks was diagnosed with gestational diabetes (it was unbelieveable as it doesn't run in my family and I have no risk factors). I was having regualr growth scans due to being underweight at the start of my pregnancy. I'm tiny, and so it was quite a shock that Emrys was on the 95th centile at 28 weeks, considering the scans were to check he wasn't too small.
I ended up on insulin, couldn't work for the duration, despite many attempts, and generally felt awful throughout the whole pregnancy.
I was induced at 37+5 due to the diabetes. On the Monday I had the pessary and was already 1cm dilated and contractions started immediately. After 24 hours I was 3cm and I was sent to delivery suite to be induced. They broke my waters and gave me a stretch (so painful!). I should also add I had to be on a drip and hour prior to them breaking waters for antibiotics as I was Group B Strep + plus needed insulin and glucose for the duration.
After contracting for 24 hours prior to moving to delivery suite the contractions that began after my waters breaking were incomprihensible. I can't even put into words the pain I felt from the moment my waters were broken. I have a high pain threshold and I had gone in wanting no pethidine/morphine and open to but scared of an epidural. Withing 30 minutes I was begging for pethidine. It totally knocked me out, and my partner and a midwife had to hold me upright for about 4 hours.
I felt like I needed to push but I knew it wa stoo soon but my body felt like that's what it needed to do. I was at cm when that urge kicked in. It turns out he was back to back, however due to the pethidine that didn't register at the time.
Even with the pethidine I couldn't breathe properly to use the gas and air. I knew labour was going to be painful, but this was blinding. Once that had worn off I quickly found myself begging for an epidural and thankfully I had it pretty quickly.
I managed an hour or two of feeling okay, despite having not slept in days. They then waited another 2 hours after I'd dilated to 10cm to allow him to move down. I spent 2 hours squatting and I feel I did really well at pushing him down. His head was right there.
Then all of a sudden the midwife left the room and came back with at least 5 other people. I was quickly told if I didn't push him out in 15 minutes they'd be using ventouse. I freaked and tried as hard as I could (he wasn't in any distress, and nor was I), he was moving but not as quickly as they'd have liked.
Next think another woman comes in and declares she's using forceps. I managed to ask if that would mean an episiotomy to which she replies 'I always cut when I use forceps'. Of course, at the time I accepted this. I just wanted my son here healthy. They tried the ventous twice but it failed. So then I was cut and forceps used. He was delivered, and absolutely fine but I started to haemorrhage from the episiotomy.
I felt faint and passed my son to my partner as they stitched me up.
I then proceeded to throw up then fall asleep.
My stitches honestly ruined the first 2 weeks if motherhood for me. I was EBF and had to lie down, I couldn't sit down properly and kept falling asleep on the couch or in bed with LO which gave me the fear of god. I ended up with a stitch coming loose and a hole (albeit not as bad as it could have been). It still hurts if I'm not quite ready for sex before penetration and I still cant run without pissing myself if my bladder is totally empty.
I'm gutted. I love motherhood, I love the idea of a big family but I have been so put off having anither one.
Please someone tell me it gets infintely better, or I won#t have diabetes, or a C section isn't that bad!
I at least want one more. I'm only 23 and grew up with a huge family. I don't want to see Emrys grow up an only child.