Binzy
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Hi all, it's been just over a week since Ryan Luigi was born but I was kept in hospital for 6 days so am only just adjusting to life 'on the outside' 
So, now I think about it there were signs in the run up that I was getting close, I was particuarly sweaty a few days before and a trip to the supermarket with OH really knocked me out. I had to spend all afternoon in bed. Then on the day before I went into town to OH's cousin's office to pick up some documents and that killed me too, I also had an altercation with an old lady who pushed me on the tram which didn't help matters. I had increased discharge too but this just made me think I was getting closer I never dreamed I would wake up to my waters going.
So I woke up around 7 ish and was listening to my radio for an hour or so when I felt a gush of water. I was pretty sure this was my waters as it's pretty hard to have a wee laying down, so I dashed to the loo and sat there and listened as more came out. I'd left my phone in the bedroom and I kept trying to get up and get it but more would leak out so I waited a while before I made the dash to grab it and the house phone. I then sat back on the loo while more came out and wrote on the forum
roll and called my mum to let her know what was going on as I wasn't sure how I would feel in a short space of time and wether I would be able to contact her. I called my husband who was at work and told him to come home and he told me to call my neighbour to come and sit with me in case I felt funny till he came home.
So, I had a cup of tea but was too nervous to eat and we set off to the hospital and got there around 10. There was no one around and I was seen straight away, the doctor confirmed my waters had broken by doing an internal but I was only 2cm dilated (as I had been 3 weeks before) and no contractions.
I was sent over to the labour ward and put in a room with a howling banshee who was offending everyone in her path. I was strapped up to a monitor which clearly didn't work and assigned a very sweet trainee who reassured me and chatted about all kinds of things while we tried to ignore the woman on the other side of the curtain who was going beserk, vomitting, crying and arguing at the same time. This did not put me in a particuarly comfortable position. The fact that she was in such a bad way really panicked me and they wouldn't let my OH in as this woman was making such a racket. In hindsight this was probably a good thing as he would have been really disturbed by her too and made me more worried. Any way I was hooked up to a drip to induce labour and listened to the woman next to me howl. Eventually she was taken to the delivery room and I had a bit of peace. I started to get mild contractions but they were few and far between so they cranked up the drip and around 7.30pm the contractions came thick and fast, around 20 seconds apart and I was soon howling in pain too. My trainee's shift ended and I got a new one who was just as lovely. Around 10 pm the pain was unbearable and I started to ask for an epidural, the aneasthetist was in the corridor and I could hear them discussing the possiblilty of myself and a girl in the room next to me getting one. At this point I was in so much pain and would have given anything to get an epidural yet the aneasthetist was keener on talking about her recent holiday....
Baby crying will carry on later!
So, now I think about it there were signs in the run up that I was getting close, I was particuarly sweaty a few days before and a trip to the supermarket with OH really knocked me out. I had to spend all afternoon in bed. Then on the day before I went into town to OH's cousin's office to pick up some documents and that killed me too, I also had an altercation with an old lady who pushed me on the tram which didn't help matters. I had increased discharge too but this just made me think I was getting closer I never dreamed I would wake up to my waters going.
So I woke up around 7 ish and was listening to my radio for an hour or so when I felt a gush of water. I was pretty sure this was my waters as it's pretty hard to have a wee laying down, so I dashed to the loo and sat there and listened as more came out. I'd left my phone in the bedroom and I kept trying to get up and get it but more would leak out so I waited a while before I made the dash to grab it and the house phone. I then sat back on the loo while more came out and wrote on the forum
roll and called my mum to let her know what was going on as I wasn't sure how I would feel in a short space of time and wether I would be able to contact her. I called my husband who was at work and told him to come home and he told me to call my neighbour to come and sit with me in case I felt funny till he came home.So, I had a cup of tea but was too nervous to eat and we set off to the hospital and got there around 10. There was no one around and I was seen straight away, the doctor confirmed my waters had broken by doing an internal but I was only 2cm dilated (as I had been 3 weeks before) and no contractions.
I was sent over to the labour ward and put in a room with a howling banshee who was offending everyone in her path. I was strapped up to a monitor which clearly didn't work and assigned a very sweet trainee who reassured me and chatted about all kinds of things while we tried to ignore the woman on the other side of the curtain who was going beserk, vomitting, crying and arguing at the same time. This did not put me in a particuarly comfortable position. The fact that she was in such a bad way really panicked me and they wouldn't let my OH in as this woman was making such a racket. In hindsight this was probably a good thing as he would have been really disturbed by her too and made me more worried. Any way I was hooked up to a drip to induce labour and listened to the woman next to me howl. Eventually she was taken to the delivery room and I had a bit of peace. I started to get mild contractions but they were few and far between so they cranked up the drip and around 7.30pm the contractions came thick and fast, around 20 seconds apart and I was soon howling in pain too. My trainee's shift ended and I got a new one who was just as lovely. Around 10 pm the pain was unbearable and I started to ask for an epidural, the aneasthetist was in the corridor and I could hear them discussing the possiblilty of myself and a girl in the room next to me getting one. At this point I was in so much pain and would have given anything to get an epidural yet the aneasthetist was keener on talking about her recent holiday....
Baby crying will carry on later!
