Hello all!
Thought I'd drop by with the birthing story I thought I'd never get to write. My beautiful baby boy Samuel was born in the early hours of 8 July, by emergency CS. 3.7 kilos, which I think is about 8lb 1oz in old money.
Induced by prostin gel at 4pm, and hyperstimulated, so went straight into painful contractions. All NCT class guff about lavender oil, humming or massage out the window, as it got worse and worse, with no pause between them. TENS machine worked for a bit, but after that gas and air didn't even touch the sides. Blood pressure through the roof, so straight to labour ward, with no poncing about with birthing pools. Wired up to monitor, BP machine and drip. Hideous agony.
After an hour of requesting it, a blessed epidural arrived, which was the biggest relief of my life. In my delirium, I embarrassingly said to the lovely anaesthetist (the appropriately named Dr Breeze) 'aren't you young'.
By then, 3cm dilated. A few hours later, still 3cm dilated, hooked up to syntocin (sp?) drip to speed things up, monitoring clip attached to baby's head, cathether up me fannage, so wired up like a robot.
Then it all went even less right. The baby's heartbeat dipped right down, a machine went BEEEEEEEEEEP, and suddenly the room was full of doctors, saying the baby had to come out NOW. DP was white-faced, saying 'it will be alright', but I was convinced it was all over. We'd got this far only to lose him at the last minute. Thought I was going to be sick.
My epidural was topped up, I signed the consent form with my left hand while being wheeled into the theatre, and 10 mins later Sam was hoisted from my belly. I couldn't see him, as the screen was so close, but after a few agonising seconds heard him cry.
He's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Over the past few hormone-addled days, I've just spend hours staring at him, and crying about how much I love him. I've only just got home, as the hospital wouldn't let me out, both because he had lost too much weight, and because my blood pressure is still through the roof. But being home is great, and he's doing very well. And because I was alone with him in hospital, having to be up and about, I'm nearly recovered from the CSection.