kumber
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I thought I would put up my induction story as, aside from the pain, it was incredibly positive.
I went in for 8am Friday morning, went through everything with the mw (who delivered ds1!) and the pessary went in at 9:20am. I was 1cm dilated so it was all looking positive. Was meant be examined at 3:30 but the labour ward put a stop to all inductions as they were oversubscribed. Was put on the trace but had to come off after 15 minutes as he was going crazy and my back was in agony.
From then on, the pains were getting worse and I was having full blown contractions by 4:30. I asked for pain relief at 5:30 but was told they can't until I went onto labour ward. I was examined and was supposedly 2cm dilated (this has to be bull) and preparations were made to send me to labour ward.
By this point I was nearly sobbing with the pain, contractions were coming back to back. A lovely mw support worker ran me a hot bath and it helped so much. A mw came in to help with my breathing which helped again but every time I asked for gas and air I was told no. I ended up screaming for it and was told I could have it if I got out the bath. Got up, got back to my cubicle, still no gas and air.
What felt like forever but was probably only 10 - 15 mins 2 mws from labour ward came to get me. I had to keep making them stop the wheelchair when I contracted as I couldn't hold myself up. I was clutching a pillow and focusing on a flower, blowing all my pain out onto the flower!
This brought us to 7:20pm, got out the lift and waters exploded. Went straight into a room and the mw kept telling me to get off the chair cus he had pooed in me. I started pushing in the chair and the mw pressed the panic button, getting mws running about finding towels and goodness knows what else. Forced myself over to the bed mid-contraction, I could feel him coming down.
I started pushing at 7:20pm and he was born at 7:33pm, with his hand by his face just like his brother. I have a small 2nd degree tear but thankfully avoided any assistance.
It was so intense and so painful, but I much prefer it that way than long and drawn out. He is a big baby for my 5ft size (he was 8lb 12) and I was so worried about needing an emcs but I was very lucky. Not sure I ever want an induction again but it was a very positive experience.
I went in for 8am Friday morning, went through everything with the mw (who delivered ds1!) and the pessary went in at 9:20am. I was 1cm dilated so it was all looking positive. Was meant be examined at 3:30 but the labour ward put a stop to all inductions as they were oversubscribed. Was put on the trace but had to come off after 15 minutes as he was going crazy and my back was in agony.
From then on, the pains were getting worse and I was having full blown contractions by 4:30. I asked for pain relief at 5:30 but was told they can't until I went onto labour ward. I was examined and was supposedly 2cm dilated (this has to be bull) and preparations were made to send me to labour ward.
By this point I was nearly sobbing with the pain, contractions were coming back to back. A lovely mw support worker ran me a hot bath and it helped so much. A mw came in to help with my breathing which helped again but every time I asked for gas and air I was told no. I ended up screaming for it and was told I could have it if I got out the bath. Got up, got back to my cubicle, still no gas and air.
What felt like forever but was probably only 10 - 15 mins 2 mws from labour ward came to get me. I had to keep making them stop the wheelchair when I contracted as I couldn't hold myself up. I was clutching a pillow and focusing on a flower, blowing all my pain out onto the flower!
This brought us to 7:20pm, got out the lift and waters exploded. Went straight into a room and the mw kept telling me to get off the chair cus he had pooed in me. I started pushing in the chair and the mw pressed the panic button, getting mws running about finding towels and goodness knows what else. Forced myself over to the bed mid-contraction, I could feel him coming down.
I started pushing at 7:20pm and he was born at 7:33pm, with his hand by his face just like his brother. I have a small 2nd degree tear but thankfully avoided any assistance.
It was so intense and so painful, but I much prefer it that way than long and drawn out. He is a big baby for my 5ft size (he was 8lb 12) and I was so worried about needing an emcs but I was very lucky. Not sure I ever want an induction again but it was a very positive experience.
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