MysticTeen
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31st July 2015
I was probably around 38 + 4, going with a due date of August 10th, which seemed to be the most accurate. My due dates were between the 21st & the 1st.
At 35 weeks, I got a scan that told us my baby was measuring around 7lbs 2oz, which was huge. She was over the 95th centile, and I was freaking out.. big time. I was told to come back in another two weeks for another scan and that is when they would decide what to do. In the meantime, I had to take a GTT test to see if that was why my baby was measuring so big. It came back negative. Two weeks later at 37 weeks, this new scan result told us she was weighing around 8lbs 13oz. Again, above the 95th centile and absolutely huge. They sent me into maternity assessment, where I had already spent the night there a few days ago due to reduced fetal movements, her heart rate was quite irregular but everything else seemed perfectly fine. The dr I saw spoke to me about waiting another two weeks and scanning again and if the baby was over 4.5kgs they would offer me a c section. She was already estimated to be 4.023kgs so she could easily be bigger in two weeks. I barely held back the tears as I hoped I would get induced rather than wait. I sat in the hospital entrance and had a massive pig out of chicken & chips feeling completely miserable.
A few days later, at 38 weeks, I went back in with more reduced fetal movements and I was admitted for three days. That's when I saw another Dr who thought it was best to induce me. I got my first stretch & sweep the night I was admitted when I was barely a finger tip dilated. I had a bloody show after that and felt like I was on my period. The next afternoon, I got another stretch & sweep and I was then 2cm dilated. I was then put on the list to get my waters broken. The list was quite long so I was sent to wait from home and they would call me when they were ready for me. I was constantly monitored in the hospital and her heart rate was always irregular but nothing too abnormal for them to worry about much.
I came home on Thursday and was super stressed. I had been drinking raspberry leaf tea and doing lots of squats and dancing and walking over the past week or so. I was loosing lots of my mucus plug. Thats when I decided to take two soup spoons of castor oil in a glass of pineapple juice at around 17
0pm. I felt a bit sick and my tummy was a little upset but nothing too serious. I took a hot shower and went to bed after a mini dance out in the bathroom. I started feeling crampy but didnt want to get excited or jinx anything, so I ignored them and went to sleep. I had the best nights sleep but then was awoken at 9:23 by a loud and painful pop. I jumped awake, startled, and thought what in the world was that? And quite randomly, this line a midwife told someone on one born every minute a week ago just popped into my head, Did your waters go with a loud pop like I predicted? That's when I realised what had happened.
I tried to move to sit up and thats when really warm waters started leaking out. I sat at the edge of my bed trying to keep it in while I rang mum to get me a towel or something so I wouldnt soak the carpet. They slowly but furiously leaked out and I waddled to the toilet and sat there ringing my husband. My cramps started again and by 10:15 I was in a lot of pain. The contractions were around 4 minutes apart. We all got dressed and got ready to go to the hospital. At 10:30 we got to the hospital and I was in agony unable to walk or talk during the contractions, I scared everyone in the hospital lift, the contractions two minutes apart. By the time we got to maternity assessment, I was screaming the place down. My contractions barely had any time apart giving me no breaks. I was panicking as I never thought it would all start so fast. My mum tried to calm me down by telling me I was scaring the poor woman who was in the other bed, but I couldn't really stop myself from being so loud. By 110 I was taken to the delivery suit being 3-4cm dilated. I probably terrified a lot of women and I got a little to physical with my poor mother.
I was offered gas & air which made me feel weak and nauseous and it quite scared me. I couldnt keep still and was begging for an epidural. The midwife kept telling me I had to calm down and practice on sitting still during the contractions otherwise I wouldnt be able to get the epidural. I just couldnt. It all started so suddenly. I read that your contractions start at like 20 minutes apart and slowly get closer. But I was getting no break in between them and I was panicking. They convinced me to give gas & air another chance, and I soon got enough in me to calm me down and sort of take me into another world. All the pain was still there but my mind wasnt focused on it. I finally got my epidural in which I didnt even feel. It was amazing and by 13:30 I was pain free apart from the left side of my belly where I could still feel some pain from the contractions and I still needed the gas & air. But it definitely took the edge of it and I was calm and relaxed. When I got a top up, I was completely pain free and sobered up a little from the gas and air and spoke to my husband more on the phone. The midwives never left the room as the baby didnt like the labor too much and her heart rate was all over the place.
By 15:30 I was 9cms dilated. But baby was back to back so I had to move to hopefully get her move. They also placed a clip on her head to monitor her heartbeat a little better.
At 18:30 I was fully dilated and could feel her head just sitting there. She had turned slightly so she was facing my thigh. By 190 I started to push, a bunch of doctors came in to whitness all the glory as her heart rate was really bad and they needed her out. I was talked through going to theatre and getting her sucked out. But thankfully, at 19:29, baby Reem was born, a little shocked with quite an odd shaped head due to the position she came out in, weighing 7lbs 13oz & had a head full of hair, but healthy and absolutely perfect. I did have second degree tearing almost through to my back passage but apart from that everything was fine! We did delayed cord clamping and skin to skin before she got weighed and then back to mummy for breastfeeding. I honestly miss that day and sort of wish I could do it again (apart from the couple of days were my boobs were rock solid and agonising from milk coming in!)
I was probably around 38 + 4, going with a due date of August 10th, which seemed to be the most accurate. My due dates were between the 21st & the 1st.
At 35 weeks, I got a scan that told us my baby was measuring around 7lbs 2oz, which was huge. She was over the 95th centile, and I was freaking out.. big time. I was told to come back in another two weeks for another scan and that is when they would decide what to do. In the meantime, I had to take a GTT test to see if that was why my baby was measuring so big. It came back negative. Two weeks later at 37 weeks, this new scan result told us she was weighing around 8lbs 13oz. Again, above the 95th centile and absolutely huge. They sent me into maternity assessment, where I had already spent the night there a few days ago due to reduced fetal movements, her heart rate was quite irregular but everything else seemed perfectly fine. The dr I saw spoke to me about waiting another two weeks and scanning again and if the baby was over 4.5kgs they would offer me a c section. She was already estimated to be 4.023kgs so she could easily be bigger in two weeks. I barely held back the tears as I hoped I would get induced rather than wait. I sat in the hospital entrance and had a massive pig out of chicken & chips feeling completely miserable.
A few days later, at 38 weeks, I went back in with more reduced fetal movements and I was admitted for three days. That's when I saw another Dr who thought it was best to induce me. I got my first stretch & sweep the night I was admitted when I was barely a finger tip dilated. I had a bloody show after that and felt like I was on my period. The next afternoon, I got another stretch & sweep and I was then 2cm dilated. I was then put on the list to get my waters broken. The list was quite long so I was sent to wait from home and they would call me when they were ready for me. I was constantly monitored in the hospital and her heart rate was always irregular but nothing too abnormal for them to worry about much.
I came home on Thursday and was super stressed. I had been drinking raspberry leaf tea and doing lots of squats and dancing and walking over the past week or so. I was loosing lots of my mucus plug. Thats when I decided to take two soup spoons of castor oil in a glass of pineapple juice at around 17
0pm. I felt a bit sick and my tummy was a little upset but nothing too serious. I took a hot shower and went to bed after a mini dance out in the bathroom. I started feeling crampy but didnt want to get excited or jinx anything, so I ignored them and went to sleep. I had the best nights sleep but then was awoken at 9:23 by a loud and painful pop. I jumped awake, startled, and thought what in the world was that? And quite randomly, this line a midwife told someone on one born every minute a week ago just popped into my head, Did your waters go with a loud pop like I predicted? That's when I realised what had happened.I tried to move to sit up and thats when really warm waters started leaking out. I sat at the edge of my bed trying to keep it in while I rang mum to get me a towel or something so I wouldnt soak the carpet. They slowly but furiously leaked out and I waddled to the toilet and sat there ringing my husband. My cramps started again and by 10:15 I was in a lot of pain. The contractions were around 4 minutes apart. We all got dressed and got ready to go to the hospital. At 10:30 we got to the hospital and I was in agony unable to walk or talk during the contractions, I scared everyone in the hospital lift, the contractions two minutes apart. By the time we got to maternity assessment, I was screaming the place down. My contractions barely had any time apart giving me no breaks. I was panicking as I never thought it would all start so fast. My mum tried to calm me down by telling me I was scaring the poor woman who was in the other bed, but I couldn't really stop myself from being so loud. By 11
0 I was taken to the delivery suit being 3-4cm dilated. I probably terrified a lot of women and I got a little to physical with my poor mother.I was offered gas & air which made me feel weak and nauseous and it quite scared me. I couldnt keep still and was begging for an epidural. The midwife kept telling me I had to calm down and practice on sitting still during the contractions otherwise I wouldnt be able to get the epidural. I just couldnt. It all started so suddenly. I read that your contractions start at like 20 minutes apart and slowly get closer. But I was getting no break in between them and I was panicking. They convinced me to give gas & air another chance, and I soon got enough in me to calm me down and sort of take me into another world. All the pain was still there but my mind wasnt focused on it. I finally got my epidural in which I didnt even feel. It was amazing and by 13:30 I was pain free apart from the left side of my belly where I could still feel some pain from the contractions and I still needed the gas & air. But it definitely took the edge of it and I was calm and relaxed. When I got a top up, I was completely pain free and sobered up a little from the gas and air and spoke to my husband more on the phone. The midwives never left the room as the baby didnt like the labor too much and her heart rate was all over the place.
By 15:30 I was 9cms dilated. But baby was back to back so I had to move to hopefully get her move. They also placed a clip on her head to monitor her heartbeat a little better.
At 18:30 I was fully dilated and could feel her head just sitting there. She had turned slightly so she was facing my thigh. By 19
0 I started to push, a bunch of doctors came in to whitness all the glory as her heart rate was really bad and they needed her out. I was talked through going to theatre and getting her sucked out. But thankfully, at 19:29, baby Reem was born, a little shocked with quite an odd shaped head due to the position she came out in, weighing 7lbs 13oz & had a head full of hair, but healthy and absolutely perfect. I did have second degree tearing almost through to my back passage but apart from that everything was fine! We did delayed cord clamping and skin to skin before she got weighed and then back to mummy for breastfeeding. I honestly miss that day and sort of wish I could do it again (apart from the couple of days were my boobs were rock solid and agonising from milk coming in!)
