Durhamchance
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I thought I'd better write this sooner rather than later as there are several parts I would like to try and forget about. It's quite epic.
My birth story starts on Saturday 16/02/13- I was 40+12 weeks, had 3 failed sweeps and booked in for induction. We were told to call at 7.30am and to be ready to go. Neither of us slept much the night before and we had been up since 2.40am with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. I called the induction ward to be told they were full and to call back at 2pm
This really upset us both, but we tried to make the best of it and went to visit my mum who was also due to come with us.
At about 12.30pm my phone rang and it was the hospital telling me to come in!!
We got ourselves together and headed to the induction suite. After settling in the midwife carried out an internal and found my cervix was still posterior and a little thick. She inserted a propess- which was really uncomfortable and told me I would be examined again in 24 hours if I didn't go into labour. We walked around the hospital, I bounced but by the end of visiting hours I wasn't doing much. A trace at 9pm showed I was having minor tightenings. By 11pm I started to time my contractions. I was sitting on a ball chatting to a girl opposite me as there was only the 2 of us in that bay. At 12.30am I asked for painkillers as I was contracting every 2 1/2 mins for a minute each time 
at 2.30am a midwife told me and my friend to go to bed! I could still feel the tightenings, but they had eased considerably.
The next morning I wasn't feeling much, just the odd one, mum and Ed came in to see me and we started again, walking, bouncing etc and the contractions kept coming and going. At 3pm I was sent to the delivery suite as it had been 24 hours. The propess was removed and I was examined. My cervix was posterior again so the MW tried to pull it forward, resulting in me almost hitting the ceiling with pain. I was given G&A (amazing stuff) and she managed to pull it forward and break my waters. I was then given an hour to start contracting every 3 mins. After 90 mins I was still only managing every 7/8 mins so they decided to start the drip
I'm a massive needle phobic and this was the bit I'd had nightmares about. I asked for the numbing cream for the backs of my hands which was applied and 30 mins later the anesthetist arrived to fit the cannula. I was still struggling with my fears as he started and then the worst happened- he missed
Ed had an argument with him and my stress levels hit the roof. I was in full on panic mode, sobbing uncontrollably and telling them I wanted to go home. It was mum who staved the day, calmed me down and we made a plan- the anesthetist went to fetch a vein scanner and I got on the G&A. Once I was on could cuckoo he gave me a local, scanned for the vein and fitted the cannula- phew!
They strapped me to the trace and started the drip. At first I was able to deal with the contractions on my own. Then it stepped up and I managed on G&A. It stepped up again and I asked for diamorphine- amazing stuff again- I was tripping!! But the diamorphine effected Blake and his heart rate started dipping. They decided to move me around lots and then took a sample from the top of his head. They concluded he was ok, but no more diamorphine for me At approx 3am (Monday) the diamorphine had worn off and I was struggling again, so we asked for an epi. I OD'd on G&A again and the same anesthetist fitted the epi at 4am. Heaven- I couldn't feel the contractions anymore which were coming every 2 mins, but the downside is I was sick every time I moved. By 6am I was 9cm they decided to give me another couple of hours to fully dilate.
At 8am I was still only 9cm and had a thick lip on one side of the cervix. The consultant came and gave me one more hour to fully dilate. At 9.20am they decided it wasn't going to happen and I needed an emergency c-section They wheeled me into theatre and got me prepped. I was shaking so hard with adrenaline and my teeth were chattering.
Blake was pulled from me at 10.11am weighing 8lbs 8oz and he let out one little cry. Me and Ed were quite emotional and Ed held him while they stitched me up.
I was taken to recovery and they found my pulse was racing at 130bpm and my blood pressure was low. I was kept in recovery all day with Blake on my chest. I was monitored, hooked onto a drip, had a catheter attached and massaging wraps on my legs- I couldn't move. We had to ask for food as none came, we had to ask for somewhere to change Blake as there was nowhere to put him other than my chest. We asked when we would go up to the ward and every time we were given came and went. Poor Ed had to go home as he was exhausted. The MW left me on my own with Blake, I couldn't reach his cot, she bought me a sandwich and left it across the room. I was stuck!
At 11.30pm the porters arrived to take me to the ward! Then they proceeded to bash me against every wall and door all the way up
I was put in a bay, Blake was put in a cot and the lights went out. I couldn't reach a drink or anything to eat and was on my own again.
At 4.30am after no sleep due to the noise Blake needed a feed. I managed to drag myself upright and his cot towards me and tried to feed him, but he wouldn't latch. A MW happened to look in on me and I asked for help. She took Blake for a change and got me a drink, then showed me how to hand express. I got barely anything out, but actually managed to feed him properly at 6am.
Determined to be at home that night I forced myself to get mobile and as soon as the drips were out and catheter removed I got showered, changed, took care of Blake and by 3pm they discharged me.
So we are home now and getting settled and rested. Blake is an angel and I didn't realise how much I could love him. But I would not repeat my birth and hospital stay for all the tea in China. Some of the MW's were wonderful and even came to visit us on the ward, but the rest of my care still reduces me to tears.
My birth story starts on Saturday 16/02/13- I was 40+12 weeks, had 3 failed sweeps and booked in for induction. We were told to call at 7.30am and to be ready to go. Neither of us slept much the night before and we had been up since 2.40am with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. I called the induction ward to be told they were full and to call back at 2pm
This really upset us both, but we tried to make the best of it and went to visit my mum who was also due to come with us. At about 12.30pm my phone rang and it was the hospital telling me to come in!!
We got ourselves together and headed to the induction suite. After settling in the midwife carried out an internal and found my cervix was still posterior and a little thick. She inserted a propess- which was really uncomfortable and told me I would be examined again in 24 hours if I didn't go into labour. We walked around the hospital, I bounced but by the end of visiting hours I wasn't doing much. A trace at 9pm showed I was having minor tightenings. By 11pm I started to time my contractions. I was sitting on a ball chatting to a girl opposite me as there was only the 2 of us in that bay. At 12.30am I asked for painkillers as I was contracting every 2 1/2 mins for a minute each time at 2.30am a midwife told me and my friend to go to bed! I could still feel the tightenings, but they had eased considerably. The next morning I wasn't feeling much, just the odd one, mum and Ed came in to see me and we started again, walking, bouncing etc and the contractions kept coming and going. At 3pm I was sent to the delivery suite as it had been 24 hours. The propess was removed and I was examined. My cervix was posterior again so the MW tried to pull it forward, resulting in me almost hitting the ceiling with pain. I was given G&A (amazing stuff) and she managed to pull it forward and break my waters. I was then given an hour to start contracting every 3 mins. After 90 mins I was still only managing every 7/8 mins so they decided to start the drip
I'm a massive needle phobic and this was the bit I'd had nightmares about. I asked for the numbing cream for the backs of my hands which was applied and 30 mins later the anesthetist arrived to fit the cannula. I was still struggling with my fears as he started and then the worst happened- he missed
Ed had an argument with him and my stress levels hit the roof. I was in full on panic mode, sobbing uncontrollably and telling them I wanted to go home. It was mum who staved the day, calmed me down and we made a plan- the anesthetist went to fetch a vein scanner and I got on the G&A. Once I was on could cuckoo he gave me a local, scanned for the vein and fitted the cannula- phew!They strapped me to the trace and started the drip. At first I was able to deal with the contractions on my own. Then it stepped up and I managed on G&A. It stepped up again and I asked for diamorphine- amazing stuff again- I was tripping!! But the diamorphine effected Blake and his heart rate started dipping. They decided to move me around lots and then took a sample from the top of his head. They concluded he was ok, but no more diamorphine for me
At approx 3am (Monday) the diamorphine had worn off and I was struggling again, so we asked for an epi. I OD'd on G&A again and the same anesthetist fitted the epi at 4am. Heaven- I couldn't feel the contractions anymore which were coming every 2 mins, but the downside is I was sick every time I moved. By 6am I was 9cm they decided to give me another couple of hours to fully dilate.At 8am I was still only 9cm and had a thick lip on one side of the cervix. The consultant came and gave me one more hour to fully dilate. At 9.20am they decided it wasn't going to happen and I needed an emergency c-section
They wheeled me into theatre and got me prepped. I was shaking so hard with adrenaline and my teeth were chattering.Blake was pulled from me at 10.11am weighing 8lbs 8oz and he let out one little cry. Me and Ed were quite emotional and Ed held him while they stitched me up.
I was taken to recovery and they found my pulse was racing at 130bpm and my blood pressure was low. I was kept in recovery all day with Blake on my chest. I was monitored, hooked onto a drip, had a catheter attached and massaging wraps on my legs- I couldn't move. We had to ask for food as none came, we had to ask for somewhere to change Blake as there was nowhere to put him other than my chest. We asked when we would go up to the ward and every time we were given came and went. Poor Ed had to go home as he was exhausted. The MW left me on my own with Blake, I couldn't reach his cot, she bought me a sandwich and left it across the room. I was stuck!
At 11.30pm the porters arrived to take me to the ward! Then they proceeded to bash me against every wall and door all the way up
I was put in a bay, Blake was put in a cot and the lights went out. I couldn't reach a drink or anything to eat and was on my own again. At 4.30am after no sleep due to the noise Blake needed a feed. I managed to drag myself upright and his cot towards me and tried to feed him, but he wouldn't latch. A MW happened to look in on me and I asked for help. She took Blake for a change and got me a drink, then showed me how to hand express. I got barely anything out, but actually managed to feed him properly at 6am.
Determined to be at home that night I forced myself to get mobile and as soon as the drips were out and catheter removed I got showered, changed, took care of Blake and by 3pm they discharged me.
So we are home now and getting settled and rested. Blake is an angel and I didn't realise how much I could love him. But I would not repeat my birth and hospital stay for all the tea in China. Some of the MW's were wonderful and even came to visit us on the ward, but the rest of my care still reduces me to tears.
hope your little man helps you move on xxx
He's a total angel xxx and I would go through it all again tomorrow for him in a heartbeat 
