My Birth Story
Seven days over due (and over it) my waters finally started leaking. This lasted for two days before I was instructed to go to hospital. I was excited (there was obviously no pain). We brought my bag thinking I would have to stay. After a long wait we were seen by the doctor who gave my cervix a 'stretch' to get things moving. He gave me an anti-biotic to prevent infection and told us to go home. If there was no change, he told us to come back the following morning to be induced. In the mean time, he said "take it easy, no hanky panky". As if! I felt like a heffalump.
We arrived home at 4pm and by 7pm I was getting gentle contractions 20 minutes apart. At this stage I was still smiling, excited. Of course, this was my cue to shave my legs. I could still achieve this awesome feet and I was not going to be seen with hairy legs.
By 10pm, some of the excitement had worn off. I was vomiting and had the runs (too much information, I know). Ante-natal instructors said if this was happening, try to get some sleep, as a first time mother, things were going to be slow. Sleep my arse! I tried to lie down, it lasted for about 5 minutes before I decided to head for the shower, at which point I had to shove a towel between my legs as the leak had gathered momentum *insert sound of husband laughing here*. 20 minutes in the shower and my contractions were now less than 4 minutes apart and they were fierce, I started to think I would be one of those mothers who dropped her bundle on the bathroom floor. I called out to my husband and told him I wanted to go. At 12pm he called the hospital and they told us to come in.
We live in a small village about 10 minutes drive from the hospital with a record number of pot holes in between. My husband was instructed to miss every one and he did, admirably. Arriving at emergency, I was offered a wheel chair but chose to walk instead, hoping this would progress things along.
We were ushered into a delivery room and from here on it's a bit of a blur. Contractions came thick and fast, there was more leaking and horrible nausea, which we were told was common when things progressed quickly. They gave me Maxillon which worked a treat. On first inspection, I was 7 centre-meters dilated - high five cervix!
I wanted to be able to get in the bath during labour, but as my waters had been leaking for two days they would not allow it for risk of infection, so instead, I sat on the plastic chair in the ensuite with a plastic shower curtain sticking to my legs #firstworldproblem. It did help with pain relief. I had brought a whole kitty of birthing crap, like my TENS machine, CD's, massage oil, lip balm (because someone said your lips get dry). I didn't use any of it, I didn't even think of it!
At this point I accepted gas and asked for Pethidine, which apparently they don't give any more, instead I was given Morphine. I can't say it helped much with pain relief, but it did help me to fully relax between contractions. It also made my memory of details blurry and this I do regret. At some stage, they placed the monitors on bub and found that his heart rate was elevated, as a result they wanted to keep the monitors on which meant bed for me.
At around 3am we called my mum to come up. She was there in what felt like 5 minutes, fully dressed, with a full face of make-up. I'm still impressed and it was all in time for pushing to begin. At this stage, my husband offered to call my sister, she too arrived within 5 minutes, she didn't look as good as mum. I don't think she even brushed her hair. That's love :-)
With husband on one arm, sister on the other and mother (who is also a qualified nurse and midwife) down the action end, the business of having a baby was on. I loved the pushing stage because finally I felt like I had some control over my body and the outcome. I gave it everything I had, motivated by the fact that the quality of my actions would impact how long this lasted.
In amongst all this, bubs heart rate continued to escalate at which point they wanted to bring things to an end quickly. They called the doctor to perform an episiotomy and vacuum extraction. My husband gave a concerned look to my mother, who nodded in approval. The doctor said it would be over in a couple of minutes - that's all I heard "over in a couple of minutes" and so it was, and there was our beautiful baby boy.
Apparently the doctor said: "So do you what to have another one?" and I exclaimed "Yes!", which I understand is not the common response, one minute after having a watermelon hauled out your hoo haa.
At this point, my husband brought his mother in, who walked straight into the sight of my freshly chopped hoo haa with a placenta sitting not too far away. I couldn't have cared less (which was helped by the fact that she is a GP, a women's specialist no less, who undertakes pap-smears every other day). While my husband and I enjoyed our little boy my mother and mother-in-law watched closely to ensure I was was well stitched! Weird, I know.
So there is it is, the story of how my little boy came into the world and changed our lives forever. Happy day.