Whilst I have got a chance I thought id write my birth story.
1st September had been having pains all day in my back but put it down to normal backache. Little did I know this was the start of my birth. As it turns out this was me in the start of labour. Anyway kept having pains all day but decided if they got worse or anything else happened then id ring them up and find out what to do.
2nd September , the pains hadnt eased at all and were the same pace, so I meantioned it to my OH who suggested that I see how I go on throughout the day. Anyway I got busy packing as my daughter was going Scotland with her granddad for a few days. So dropped her off at the station and came home. By 4.20pm the pains were doing my head in so I rang up delievery and told them what was happening and that I had been booked in for a c-section on 10th September as I had placenta pervia and wouldnt be able have a normal birth. The woman down the other end of the phone was a right idiot. She kept saying for me to stay at home, as until my contractions were every 10-15 minutes apart they wouldnt be able to help me. Then she hung up...needless to say wasnt too pleased by her advise and considering it also took over 15 minutes for them to even answer the phone in the first place.
By this point I thought Id carry on and wait for change over happen then ring back, so I fed my son and we had a bath. Got changed and put him to bed. My OH said hed stay upstairs (were doing controlled crying at the moment with him) and for me to go stick kettle on. After what felt like hours but was only half an hour I went to the bottom of the stairs to find out if my DS had actually gone off yet. Just as I was about to shout up I felt a huge gush in between my legs and when I looked down all I could see was blood. I shouted Nick, I need to go to hospital Im bleeding. Am going to ring 999 now I managed to waddle back through the house to the dinning room to where the landline was and call 999. All this time I was having more gushes of blood.
I told the operator what was happening and my address etc... and by the time my OH managed to come down stairs (id woken up our son) he saw me standing in a pool of blood shaking and crying. I told him the bleeding wouldnt stop and that the ambulance was on its way, to which he ran and opened the front door for them. He then got 6 huge towels and put one around my waist and the rest on the floor to soak up the blood there, but it was no-use it soaked through all of them and then began to pool next to the towels.
When the ambulance arrived I explained i was 38 weeks pregnant that day, the telephone call to the hospital earlier, and what had happened during my pregnancy. They quickly did my obs and got me on a wheelchair and took me out to the ambulance outside, where we had to wait for a paramedic who could administer fluids etc to turn up. My street was crowded with people coming to see what was happening, but all the could see was a blood trail that led from the ambulance to inside the house where apparently it looked like someone had been murdered.
After the paramedic turned up and put a canular in along with the fluid we were off to hospital, all the time still bleeding. They asked if I had felt baby move today I said yes. They then asked if I had felt her move since the bleeding started...which is when I realised i hadnt. The thought that kept going through my head until we reached the hospital was that she hadnt made it.
As I was getting wheeled to HD (high dependency) I felt what was a kick followed by another. By now crying even harder as she was alright. In HD they asked if they could take off my PJ bottoms which i said yes, but because of the blood and clots they had to be cut off. And I wish I could forget what I saw at that point, huge clots of blood (size of liver) and I was still gushing blood, we talked through a emergency c-section and the risks etc... I signed the form and had some bloods taken, and was then asked to get on another bed which I did. I was then taken around to theatre, I put on a robe had two more canulars fitted another lot of blood taken, and asked to move onto another bed.
After this point I was lying down for the rest of it, they gave me a mask and oxygen to help, as I was a bit shattered (it was something to nine by this point) and hungry.
We had to wait until my blood results came back as to knock me out or have a spinal block but my iron levels dropping to 6.4. Next thing I know I have a green mask over my face and them saying i had to have that there for 3 minutes before knocking me out...then I had a sharp pain in the back of my right hand...then nothing.
I woke up at something past 11 in HD, With my OH hovering above me holding our daughter. Saying over and over Shes ok, Shes alive, to which i fell asleep again. When I next woke I was been given some drugs to help with the pain. And my baby girl was fast asleep in her daddys arms. But I remember the feeling of the pain hitting me in waves. I couldnt even hold her I was that weak. She was born 2 weeks early, and weight 6.6lb born at 9.11pm. perfectly healthy.
I had a consultant come round who needed check me over before I could move wards. She noticed I was still bleeding but it wasnt clotting and i was contracting, so was given 2 different drugs to help me contract but after a few minutes they werent working so they had to manually put there hands in me and pull out all the clots that were there...worse pain than labour. They did this for a good 10 minutes then gave me another drug to help which it started doing...but they still had to manually take the clots out. Finally something past 2 in the morning (by now my mother-in-law had arrived and taken my son home for us she travelled up from high Wycombe for us) I was told I was well enough to sit up. I was begging by now for a drink but was told no incase i needed more surgery needless to say I ignored and got OH to get me some water. By 6 am they then said I was ok to drink but not eat.
After 12 midday...my consultant came and explained what had happened. He said after the phone call I should of still gone in, but as I hadnt I had had a rupture causing the bleed which made me lose just under 3 litres of blood, me in need of a transfusion. Apparently the ambulance needed a team to clean it as i had bleed everywhere and made a mess. I nearly died apparently ...all i am glad for is that Aurelia made it out perfectly fine and healthy. I am still recovering was in hospital for 3 nights before they needed the bed so I was allowed home early woot woot.
But thank you for taking the time to read this x x x
1st September had been having pains all day in my back but put it down to normal backache. Little did I know this was the start of my birth. As it turns out this was me in the start of labour. Anyway kept having pains all day but decided if they got worse or anything else happened then id ring them up and find out what to do.
2nd September , the pains hadnt eased at all and were the same pace, so I meantioned it to my OH who suggested that I see how I go on throughout the day. Anyway I got busy packing as my daughter was going Scotland with her granddad for a few days. So dropped her off at the station and came home. By 4.20pm the pains were doing my head in so I rang up delievery and told them what was happening and that I had been booked in for a c-section on 10th September as I had placenta pervia and wouldnt be able have a normal birth. The woman down the other end of the phone was a right idiot. She kept saying for me to stay at home, as until my contractions were every 10-15 minutes apart they wouldnt be able to help me. Then she hung up...needless to say wasnt too pleased by her advise and considering it also took over 15 minutes for them to even answer the phone in the first place.
By this point I thought Id carry on and wait for change over happen then ring back, so I fed my son and we had a bath. Got changed and put him to bed. My OH said hed stay upstairs (were doing controlled crying at the moment with him) and for me to go stick kettle on. After what felt like hours but was only half an hour I went to the bottom of the stairs to find out if my DS had actually gone off yet. Just as I was about to shout up I felt a huge gush in between my legs and when I looked down all I could see was blood. I shouted Nick, I need to go to hospital Im bleeding. Am going to ring 999 now I managed to waddle back through the house to the dinning room to where the landline was and call 999. All this time I was having more gushes of blood.
I told the operator what was happening and my address etc... and by the time my OH managed to come down stairs (id woken up our son) he saw me standing in a pool of blood shaking and crying. I told him the bleeding wouldnt stop and that the ambulance was on its way, to which he ran and opened the front door for them. He then got 6 huge towels and put one around my waist and the rest on the floor to soak up the blood there, but it was no-use it soaked through all of them and then began to pool next to the towels.
When the ambulance arrived I explained i was 38 weeks pregnant that day, the telephone call to the hospital earlier, and what had happened during my pregnancy. They quickly did my obs and got me on a wheelchair and took me out to the ambulance outside, where we had to wait for a paramedic who could administer fluids etc to turn up. My street was crowded with people coming to see what was happening, but all the could see was a blood trail that led from the ambulance to inside the house where apparently it looked like someone had been murdered.
After the paramedic turned up and put a canular in along with the fluid we were off to hospital, all the time still bleeding. They asked if I had felt baby move today I said yes. They then asked if I had felt her move since the bleeding started...which is when I realised i hadnt. The thought that kept going through my head until we reached the hospital was that she hadnt made it.
As I was getting wheeled to HD (high dependency) I felt what was a kick followed by another. By now crying even harder as she was alright. In HD they asked if they could take off my PJ bottoms which i said yes, but because of the blood and clots they had to be cut off. And I wish I could forget what I saw at that point, huge clots of blood (size of liver) and I was still gushing blood, we talked through a emergency c-section and the risks etc... I signed the form and had some bloods taken, and was then asked to get on another bed which I did. I was then taken around to theatre, I put on a robe had two more canulars fitted another lot of blood taken, and asked to move onto another bed.
After this point I was lying down for the rest of it, they gave me a mask and oxygen to help, as I was a bit shattered (it was something to nine by this point) and hungry.
We had to wait until my blood results came back as to knock me out or have a spinal block but my iron levels dropping to 6.4. Next thing I know I have a green mask over my face and them saying i had to have that there for 3 minutes before knocking me out...then I had a sharp pain in the back of my right hand...then nothing.
I woke up at something past 11 in HD, With my OH hovering above me holding our daughter. Saying over and over Shes ok, Shes alive, to which i fell asleep again. When I next woke I was been given some drugs to help with the pain. And my baby girl was fast asleep in her daddys arms. But I remember the feeling of the pain hitting me in waves. I couldnt even hold her I was that weak. She was born 2 weeks early, and weight 6.6lb born at 9.11pm. perfectly healthy.
I had a consultant come round who needed check me over before I could move wards. She noticed I was still bleeding but it wasnt clotting and i was contracting, so was given 2 different drugs to help me contract but after a few minutes they werent working so they had to manually put there hands in me and pull out all the clots that were there...worse pain than labour. They did this for a good 10 minutes then gave me another drug to help which it started doing...but they still had to manually take the clots out. Finally something past 2 in the morning (by now my mother-in-law had arrived and taken my son home for us she travelled up from high Wycombe for us) I was told I was well enough to sit up. I was begging by now for a drink but was told no incase i needed more surgery needless to say I ignored and got OH to get me some water. By 6 am they then said I was ok to drink but not eat.
After 12 midday...my consultant came and explained what had happened. He said after the phone call I should of still gone in, but as I hadnt I had had a rupture causing the bleed which made me lose just under 3 litres of blood, me in need of a transfusion. Apparently the ambulance needed a team to clean it as i had bleed everywhere and made a mess. I nearly died apparently ...all i am glad for is that Aurelia made it out perfectly fine and healthy. I am still recovering was in hospital for 3 nights before they needed the bed so I was allowed home early woot woot.
But thank you for taking the time to read this x x x
I hope that woman on the phone heard what happened and remembered you!! Congrats on your little girl hun xx
