It all started the day after getting out of hospital for the third time in three weeks bc of high blood pressure. I was all excited about getting a good night sleep in my bed. That night at 4am I woke up to feel very wet (Sorry TMI), I didn’t think much of it at the time but half an hour later I got up again to the same feeling and now I was also feeling a little sick. I got out of bed and went and sat on the lounge with my mind wondering “could this be a sign?”
James got up for work and I didn’t say anything to him about it because I didn’t really think it was anything and I wasn’t feeling sick any more and I thought it could be because the lack of sleep I had had in hospital. I then went and had a shower and (more TMI sorry) I dribbled on the floor YUCK! After my shower I rang mum not knowing exactly if it was my waters leaking or not. I didn’t want to have take the hours trip to the hospital to check unless I was pretty sure. After walking around a bit and still leaking I decided it was it and rang James to tell him not to go far at work today. I then rang my local hospital to ask if they can test the waters and yes they had the stuff to do it but there was no midwife so I had to go to Scone.
At 10am contractions started. Mum and James took me to the hospital mum timing my contractions. They where anywhere from 14 to 3 minutes apart. When we got to the hospital they confirmed that it was my waters and the doctor did an internal and I hadn’t dialated any. He said if nothing has happened tonight tomorrow at 6am they will start the drip on me.
James was aloud to stay with me which I liked but I didn’t get much sleep that night my contractions had become regular from 14 minutes apart to 10 minutes to 7 minutes.
27.2.08
The next morning my contractions had slowed to pretty much nothing so in goes the drip. I was so scared of the drip. They turned it up every half an hour and my contractions had started. By 9am they were coming every 3 minutes apart and at 9.30 my doctor came and did an internal and I was 1cm.
At 12 noon I was having continuous contractions with no break that changed in intencity. She was putting the machine on me and bottoming out the contraction line while I was having contractions so it was showing I wasn’t having very strong contraction. When she said this to me I started crying. It was around now my waters completely broke and they were stained which freaked me out a bit but bubs heart rate was still fine. I was coping with the contractions on the birth ball with James behind me holding me up as I lent on him. I was very quiet and just breathing through them with my toes clenched. The doctor came in again and still I was only 1 maybe 2 cm dialated and would be back this afternoon at 5.00 to see how I am going. This is when they first offered me an epidural, gas or pethidine (I think it was) which I declined thinking that it had to get worse then this and I really didn’t want to have an epi or pethidine and was planning on using the gas later.
Finally that midwife went off duty (even though she was lovely) and the new midwife came on. She was discusted that the other midwife had let me have continuous contractions for that long with no break. She turned off the drip and I continued to contract every 2-3minutes apart. Later on they slowed so she had to turn the drip back on but not near as hard as before and I was having some break between the contractions.
Mum went to get some lunch and came back with a teddy for me. I love teddies and apparently it was a funny site watching me labouring with a teddy tucked under my arm. All afternoon they encouraged me to eat something or drink orange juice (I was so sick of juice by now) as it was showing something in my urine telling them that I was exhausted. All I could have was a bite of a biscuit. They offered me the gas, pethidine epidural a few times in the afternoon b/c I was getting so exhausted but I kept declining.
5.30pm came and the doctor arrived again and done another internal. Still only progressed to 2cm and the discussion of an emergency c-section started. He said that bub is transfers and with laying on my side he may turn so to try that until 8.30 and see if I progress if not I will be going for an c-section. The midwife started booking people for the c-section as she new I wasn’t going to progress and she didn’t think I was going to have the energy to push bub out even if I did.
From when the doctor left I watched the clock. I was really exhausted now and was almost passing out in between contractions. I took two breaths of the gas as James and mum encouraged me to try some pain relief (James desperately wanted to try it) but I didn’t like it. 8pm came and I asked the midwife to turn off the drip as I was to tired and was relieved to be having a c-section even though throughout the pregnancy that was the last thing I wanted.
8.30pm and the doctor came back. Only progressed to just 3cm and this is where they started getting me ready for the c-section. I was really worrying about how James was going to cope as he doesn’t have the best stomach and was exhausted too. I was in the waiting room for what felt like ages, they were still setting up. This lady came and asked how I was going and I asked her to go wait with James as I new he would be nervous (he said he was pacing the corridor). Took them ages to put the spinal block in he couldn’t find the right spot. My tummy was aching from sitting the scrunched up cat like position.
Finally James got to come in and the first thing he asked me is if I was alright I said yes are you? They had already started I could feel all the poking and pushing. James was holding my hand and kept trying to look around the curtain which I told him hey look at me as I was still terrified he would faint. I said to James “here he comes” ( Icould really feel it) and the doctor told James to stand up and have a look and I heard bub cry and James went with him to get checked over. His aspar scores were 9 and 9 all I could hear is him crying. They bought him to me so I could see him James was worried because he had the biggest cone head ever. I told him it would go down. James was holding him to (apparently he said I was pushing him off the bed so just as well he was there). Then James nursed him while they closed me up.
Going back to the room I couldn’t find James (he was getting changed). As soon as I went into my room I was looking for my mum and dad. I wanted them to see him before my MIL and FIL (I don’t get on the best with MIL and they came when they heard I was having a c-section). Mum came in first. By the next day his head had gone down a little and is completely down now.
You have done well if u have got this far. I tend to blab a bit but I wanted everything written down for later reference.
Zackarie James
Born 27/2/08
8pd 3oz
52.5cm long
10.08pm
HC- 34cm
He is my life and I love him to death.
Now pics
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| Just born |
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| First family pic |
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| First night home in his hammock |
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| My beautiful boy |
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