madmillie92
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So, it all started one ordinary night (24th october) at 3am. I was 6 days overdue and had tried everything to get him to make an appearance. Walking, dtd, raspberry leaf tea from 36 weeks, clary sage oil, hot baths, bouncing on birthing ball, pineapple, currys, prune juice scrubbing the floor, you name it, I've done it! But he was being stubborn! That night I had bounced a bit on my ball and got my OH to massage clary sage oil into my (huge) bump but I had done all of this before so I'm a big believer now in 'they'll come when they're ready'.
Anyway, so I was awoken at 3am but a pain in my stomach. I had been having braxton hicks for a couple of weeks but this was different, it was all in my lower belly like a period pain. It wasn't hugely painful but enough to get me excited, especially when a few minutes later, I got another one.
So out of bed I got, taking care not to wake OH. I had been reading birthing stories on here for ages and knew a lot about false labour and early labour and didn't want to get my hopes up. So I made a cup of tea and started timing, they were coming every 6-7 minutes so I pottered about making tea and toast, washing up and researching early labour signs etc
About 5am they were coming every 5 mins but still no where near painful enough for me to wake OH up or call the birthing centre. At about 7am they were coming every 4 minutes so I called the birthing centre. I got the response I anticipated, the usual have a bath and paracetamol crap, and when I had a contraction on the phone to her I didn't even break my sentence so she assured me to 'get some rest, it may be you have a long way to go yet'
But the contractions kept on coming and got to every 3-4 minutes. I knew that usually this is when you go to hospital, but they didn't hurt that much! Honestly I could talk and walk through them. The gasman, electric man, and a man booked to fix my backdoor all decided to knock that morning to be told 'I'm in labour go away' to which I got some funny looks!
Anyway about 9 I called my mum saying I have contractions every 3mins I'm going to the hospital to get checked (didn't call the hospital coz I knew they would say don't come)
My mum immediately came over to give me a lift. I woke up OH who informed me 'its probably them tightenings again' and that he was going to brighton today with his friend (arghh idiot). My birthing partners were him, my mum and my sis but I didn't tell her we were going hospital as I thought I would be sent home and look stupid.
So off I went in the car with my mum, the contractions were still every three minutes and getting a bit painful (I was screwing my face up at each one but could still talk) but on the walk to the birthing centre I had two at once which made me hopeful that I actually was in labour (I was still convinced it was false labour and so embarrassed that my mum was fussing over me because I thought the pains would go away any minute)
So I got to the birthing centre and was shown to the crappiest little room, with a bed on the floor (literally a single mattress on the floor) I was gutted as the other rooms were huge with pools, but I thought maybe they will move me when I'm in 'proper labour'
The midwife came and did my obs, which were fine but she would examine me yet as I was in 'early labour'
Then she went on her lunch and the shit hit the fan! It was about 12 midday by now and my contraction started getting bad. Don't want to scare you ladies but wow, I had never imagened a pain like it. You just can't no matter how many times people say its the worst pain ever, until you feel it you can't. Every contraction I was shouting 'fuuukk' 'heellpp me' like a nutter but I didn't care, all embarressment went out the window and I was moaning like a weirdo. Then I felt a 'twang' in my stomach and thought it was my waters. When the contraction faded I sat up, and sure enough they came gushing out. Cue my mum phoning my OH and sister in a blind panic like "get here now she's not going anywhere"
The midwife finally examined me about 5 mins later (when I had worked up enough courage to brave laying on my back) and I was 8cms and fully effaced! Woop!
"I want an epidural" I screamed "i want a cesarian"... To be told of course that it was too late and the gas and air was thrust into my hand. I had high hopes as my sister spoke highly of the gas and air, but I hated it, I didn't want to 'breathe deeply' and it made me feel funny, so I threw it at the wall in digust and screamed in pain instead. Between each contraction I was going into myself, my mum said I looked asleep, but I was just recovering from the awful pain. The midwife was trying to massage essential oils into my back but it wasn't doing anything, I was just lying on my side on this shitty 'bed' on the floor panting like a nuttah. About half hour after I was examined I felt an urge to push so I started to, and it was the best pain relief ever. I could feel myself pooing but didn't care, and a few minute later I remember my OH kissing my face and seeing my sister looking at me with tears in her eyes. I asked the midwife between contractions if I was fully dilated yet to which she laughed and took my hand, put it between my legs and I could feel my babies head!! This spurred me on and I started pushing properly, holding my own leg in th air (this pissed me off but I was in too much pain to speak) and I was pushing and pushing, not making a sound just panting inbetween contractions. I felt myself tearing (a stinging sharp pain) but pushed through it and the midwife said 'pant' so I panted like a trooper and out popped my babies head! They told me not to push as baby needed to turn, but my contractions had died right down and I felt soo much relief at that! Then a couple of pushes later my lil man slither out and was put onto my chest. I felt the love that new mums feel and laughed and laughed but I was also mostly relieved the pain had gone! the placenta took its time to come out so my OH cut the cord, everyone left the room and they put lil man in his cot to try get the placenta out, which I finally had to push out, standing up (gross) then hobbled into the shower (I was filthy).
Then they did the stitches (6 labial stitches, my perineum was fine thank god) which hurt but I managed to use the gas and air properly for the first time and laughed and chatted rubbish throughout. Then I had a proper cuddle with my gorgeous little boy, who was born at 13.33 24th october weighing in at 8.3lbs and is just perfect!
He is 4 days old now and breastfeeding well... For all the other sceptical young first time mums, don't be put off by breastfeeding! Once you get the hang of it its sooo easy! At night, as soon as he 'squeaks' for a feed I just sit up in bed, wack him on my boob, wind him and put him back in his moses basket without even moving the duvet! Can't imagine having to boil a kettle/ sterilise stuff that late at night! He does feed every hour though but I am finding it ok looking after him at the moment, I'm not a sleep deprived, struggling mum that everyone tried to scare me about. Although I am blessed with a happy, unfussy baby! Or maybe that stage hasn't come yet, who knows!
I am healing up well myself, the stitches stung so badly at first when you wee, but its much better now, and my stomach as almost back to normal! Its so weird that its squishy though, you get used to it being hard lol
So my labour was 10 hours start to finish with a 3 hour 'established labour' and 26 mins pushing (go RLT!)
Thanks to everyone at pregnancy forum, I couldn't have got through my third tri without you!
Xxx
Anyway, so I was awoken at 3am but a pain in my stomach. I had been having braxton hicks for a couple of weeks but this was different, it was all in my lower belly like a period pain. It wasn't hugely painful but enough to get me excited, especially when a few minutes later, I got another one.
So out of bed I got, taking care not to wake OH. I had been reading birthing stories on here for ages and knew a lot about false labour and early labour and didn't want to get my hopes up. So I made a cup of tea and started timing, they were coming every 6-7 minutes so I pottered about making tea and toast, washing up and researching early labour signs etc
About 5am they were coming every 5 mins but still no where near painful enough for me to wake OH up or call the birthing centre. At about 7am they were coming every 4 minutes so I called the birthing centre. I got the response I anticipated, the usual have a bath and paracetamol crap, and when I had a contraction on the phone to her I didn't even break my sentence so she assured me to 'get some rest, it may be you have a long way to go yet'
But the contractions kept on coming and got to every 3-4 minutes. I knew that usually this is when you go to hospital, but they didn't hurt that much! Honestly I could talk and walk through them. The gasman, electric man, and a man booked to fix my backdoor all decided to knock that morning to be told 'I'm in labour go away' to which I got some funny looks!
Anyway about 9 I called my mum saying I have contractions every 3mins I'm going to the hospital to get checked (didn't call the hospital coz I knew they would say don't come)
My mum immediately came over to give me a lift. I woke up OH who informed me 'its probably them tightenings again' and that he was going to brighton today with his friend (arghh idiot). My birthing partners were him, my mum and my sis but I didn't tell her we were going hospital as I thought I would be sent home and look stupid.
So off I went in the car with my mum, the contractions were still every three minutes and getting a bit painful (I was screwing my face up at each one but could still talk) but on the walk to the birthing centre I had two at once which made me hopeful that I actually was in labour (I was still convinced it was false labour and so embarrassed that my mum was fussing over me because I thought the pains would go away any minute)
So I got to the birthing centre and was shown to the crappiest little room, with a bed on the floor (literally a single mattress on the floor) I was gutted as the other rooms were huge with pools, but I thought maybe they will move me when I'm in 'proper labour'
The midwife came and did my obs, which were fine but she would examine me yet as I was in 'early labour'
Then she went on her lunch and the shit hit the fan! It was about 12 midday by now and my contraction started getting bad. Don't want to scare you ladies but wow, I had never imagened a pain like it. You just can't no matter how many times people say its the worst pain ever, until you feel it you can't. Every contraction I was shouting 'fuuukk' 'heellpp me' like a nutter but I didn't care, all embarressment went out the window and I was moaning like a weirdo. Then I felt a 'twang' in my stomach and thought it was my waters. When the contraction faded I sat up, and sure enough they came gushing out. Cue my mum phoning my OH and sister in a blind panic like "get here now she's not going anywhere"
The midwife finally examined me about 5 mins later (when I had worked up enough courage to brave laying on my back) and I was 8cms and fully effaced! Woop!
"I want an epidural" I screamed "i want a cesarian"... To be told of course that it was too late and the gas and air was thrust into my hand. I had high hopes as my sister spoke highly of the gas and air, but I hated it, I didn't want to 'breathe deeply' and it made me feel funny, so I threw it at the wall in digust and screamed in pain instead. Between each contraction I was going into myself, my mum said I looked asleep, but I was just recovering from the awful pain. The midwife was trying to massage essential oils into my back but it wasn't doing anything, I was just lying on my side on this shitty 'bed' on the floor panting like a nuttah. About half hour after I was examined I felt an urge to push so I started to, and it was the best pain relief ever. I could feel myself pooing but didn't care, and a few minute later I remember my OH kissing my face and seeing my sister looking at me with tears in her eyes. I asked the midwife between contractions if I was fully dilated yet to which she laughed and took my hand, put it between my legs and I could feel my babies head!! This spurred me on and I started pushing properly, holding my own leg in th air (this pissed me off but I was in too much pain to speak) and I was pushing and pushing, not making a sound just panting inbetween contractions. I felt myself tearing (a stinging sharp pain) but pushed through it and the midwife said 'pant' so I panted like a trooper and out popped my babies head! They told me not to push as baby needed to turn, but my contractions had died right down and I felt soo much relief at that! Then a couple of pushes later my lil man slither out and was put onto my chest. I felt the love that new mums feel and laughed and laughed but I was also mostly relieved the pain had gone! the placenta took its time to come out so my OH cut the cord, everyone left the room and they put lil man in his cot to try get the placenta out, which I finally had to push out, standing up (gross) then hobbled into the shower (I was filthy).
Then they did the stitches (6 labial stitches, my perineum was fine thank god) which hurt but I managed to use the gas and air properly for the first time and laughed and chatted rubbish throughout. Then I had a proper cuddle with my gorgeous little boy, who was born at 13.33 24th october weighing in at 8.3lbs and is just perfect!
He is 4 days old now and breastfeeding well... For all the other sceptical young first time mums, don't be put off by breastfeeding! Once you get the hang of it its sooo easy! At night, as soon as he 'squeaks' for a feed I just sit up in bed, wack him on my boob, wind him and put him back in his moses basket without even moving the duvet! Can't imagine having to boil a kettle/ sterilise stuff that late at night! He does feed every hour though but I am finding it ok looking after him at the moment, I'm not a sleep deprived, struggling mum that everyone tried to scare me about. Although I am blessed with a happy, unfussy baby! Or maybe that stage hasn't come yet, who knows!
I am healing up well myself, the stitches stung so badly at first when you wee, but its much better now, and my stomach as almost back to normal! Its so weird that its squishy though, you get used to it being hard lol
So my labour was 10 hours start to finish with a 3 hour 'established labour' and 26 mins pushing (go RLT!)
Thanks to everyone at pregnancy forum, I couldn't have got through my third tri without you!
Xxx
congratulations to and the hubby on the birth of lovely Adam (what a gorgeous name - I would love to call it my boy (if I have one) but it's my brothers name!) xxx
