In two minds about hitting the Publish button on this one, not only because it’s so personal but also because the pictures are so… well, I’m giving birth so they’re pretty intense! So please do not read this if you don’t want to, I am going to go into detail, aaaand not everyone wants to hear that!
Gosh, I’ve just gone through all the photos Ciaran took throughout my labour and first few days of Oscar’s life and I find myself getting really emotional, I can’t believe what an empowering experience it is and how close I was to nearly having it all taken away from me and having a C Section!
Firstly, I will do a blog post on Gestational Diabetes as so many Mummys get diagnosed and have spoken to me about it and I know how frustrating it can be. Oscar ended up putting on a pound a week because of mine so I was booked in for induction at 38 weeks. I gave birth at 38 weeks and 4 days.
DAY 1: So 29th of June I was due to go into The Princess Anne Hospital and be induced, we were told to arrive at 7:30am so, naively, off we trotted onto the Labour Ward thinking we would have a baby by lunchtime, little did we know the journey we were about to go on.
We were taken into the Induction room, with 4 beds, told I would be examined and then we would all be put in priority order. After everyone was examined I was told I was 3cm dilated and would be sent round to one of the labour rooms and they would get things started. Cue my anxiety being through the roof, nerves all over the place, frantically googling things that I’d already googled 14 times. Over 2 hours passed and I was getting quite frustrated as no one was coming in to tell us what was happening, so I asked for an update and was told an emergency came in and took my labour room and there was now no midwives for me. Now, I understand emergencies happen, I’ve worked in A&E, my issue was that we weren’t kept updated, as soon as that room was taken the midwife that was in charge of the induction room should’ve come and informed us all, as that also puts the other women behind too. To cut a long story short by 2pm we were informed there was no way we would be induced today, could we come back tomorrow. Every other woman decided to stay incase a room became available but I just couldn’t do that so we left, I went home and got changed and we went into town and did some shopping and got some dinner. That night I spent the evening yet again preparing myself to give birth, this time I wasn’t really excited, I was absolutely exhausted already as I’d been having contractions for over a week and I was disheartened too.
DAY 2: Back into the hospital at 7:30am and taken through as a priority and examined, this time told I was 2cm dilated, so some how managed to reverse the process overnight! I was told my waters were ‘bulging’ so they would burst my waters then I had to go for a really big walk around the hospital to try and get things started myself. NOW I got excited, I felt like something was finally going to happen.
3pm: We were moved into a labour room and told someone would be in soon to break my waters and THIS was placed on the side.
3:05: Ciaran has been sat in what can only be described as a school chair for hours so he was overly excited when he was given this reclining chair-
3:20pm: My waters were broke, now, this I was really worried about, obviously, did you SEE the size of that knitting needle? But she didn’t put much of it in and the only way I can describe the feeling is weird. I felt some pressure as she was actually doing the business then just warm fluid going down my legs, it was disgusting but the relief was amazing, obviously those waters had been putting some serious pressure on me for a while and now they were gone it was amazing, AND she told us she could feel our baby’s head and he had lots of hair. That he did Midwife, that. he. did.
3:42pm: I started having contractions, really severe and really frequent, the midwife advised it’s ‘normal’ to have about 4 contractions every 10 minutes however, I was having 7 in 10 and they weren’t helping my dilation at all.
4:00pm: I was put on a cordless trace monitor to check the baby’s heart rate and keep track of my contractions.
6:00pm: I was now in established labour.
10:00pm: Ciaran sent the above message to my family as you can see I’d managed to stay at 2cm dilated despite having been in labour for 4 hours having no breaks between contractions. The midwives recommended an epidural suggesting it may slow my contractions and give me a rest because having that many contractions and being told nothing was happening was truly exhausting, physically and mentally.
00:00am- 1st July 2015: The epidural was finally in place, it took a really long time to ‘get in’ because I was having so many contractions so it was a real challenge to stay still, it ended up only taking on one side which was verrrry painful. So, by midnight it was finally in place, a partial epidural. A bit of peace at last and I calmed enough that Ciaran could get some sleep. I was relatively relaxed. I had a catheter put in (which I didn’t feel going in if anyone is as worried as I was about this) I was now 4cm dilated and diagnosed with yet another kidney infection, I had multiple Kidney Infections during my pregnancy which had me admitted to the hospital many times.
01:50am: I was absolutely exhausted, the contractions were down to 6 in 10 now and the infection was causing me more discomfort and the epidural was yet again only working on the right hand side.
02:15am: Lots of blood was taken from me and a grey cannula was put in my hand (a very large needle) for the anti sickness and anti-biotics.
3:00am: I was given another internal and told I could start pushing at 4am. FINALLY! Cue Ciaran being woke up and my anxiety kicking up a gear.
3:45am: I started pushing, after about an hour and 45 minutes I was told I was pushing really well but nothing was happening and the baby was laying on my left hip, not straight so was struggling to pass my Pelvis.
5:30am: They told me Oscar had become distressed and they needed to make an incision and apply a ‘cap’ to his head to assist him out. Which meant I ended up with episiotomy and a ventouse delivery.
06:05am: My beautiful baby boy was placed on my chest weighing at 8lbs 9oz. I was absolutely overwhelmed with love and happiness, the radio was playing and Dire Straits- The Walk of Life was playing when Oscy entered the world.
Very quickly I was informed that I had a third degree tear and had to be immediately taken to theatre for stitches. Which meant leaving my new bundle with his Daddy which made me very sad. After being told it would only take 20 minutes to half an hour and being in theatre for well over an hour I was very glad to be reunited with Ciaran and Oscar. I was very happy to also see my Nanny in the labour room when I returned, holding the baba.
I recently received a letter explaining I needed some further examinations in Feb 2016 as I had a ‘3c tear’ which is completely explained by this picture they kindly included
So as you can see, it was pretty severe. BUT, as I have said since that day I would do it all again tomorrow. I recovered really quickly and very well, the midwife even used the word ‘remarkable’ to describe my stitches situation 😉
Well, there it was, the birth story. My gosh I hope you weren’t eating during that. It’s got me quite emotional to write this (it has also taken 3 days as I started to get so emotional). Child birth is such a magical experience, even with the hardships and the unexpected emergencies, I felt very much out of control during childbirth but it really is true what they say, as soon as you hold your baby you forget all the pain and all the difficulties.
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