HopesDreams
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So I was admitted to hospital on the night of 21st March for my induction. About an hour after being admitted I was given my first prostin pessary. I know everyone's experience of induction is very personal & individual but I found that the "prostin pains" were horrible. I remember lying in the bed thinking if this is just the beginning I'll never make it to the end.
At 1:20am I asked my midwife if I could have something small to take the edge off. She gave me 2 Co-Codamol & told me it would take about 20 mins to work. I watched that clock like a hawk & was devastated when I realised they weren't going to take effect.
At 8am my midwife came back around again & examined me. She said I was 3cm & would be going to the labour ward once I had some breakfast.
My assigned midwife on the labour ward started my Syntocinon drip at 10am & not long after that I started a close relationship with G&A. I'd love to say this stuff was amazing. It was great in the beginning but after a while I felt no effects & it was just giving me a sore throat. I ended up holding onto it though & biting in the mouthpiece with each contraction. By the end of my labour the mouthpiece was destroyed. My contractions were very quickly coming on top of each other so maybe if the contractions had a better pattern I would have had a better experience with the G&A.
At 2
5pm I got a shot of Pethidine & a shot of Pheneyan (for nausea, I kept throwing up).
Then things started to get a bit blurry. They kept losing baby's heart & he got into distress. They then told me that I HAD to stop pushing because something (I forget what they said & can't see it in my notes now. EDIT: later found out it was a lip of cervix) was coming down before baby & they needed to prevent that. Try telling someone that can feel every contraction not to push against them. I knew i was still pushing against them & apologising for the fact. I felt so awful that I couldn't stop, like I was letting my baby down. the midwife was pretty unsupportive & just kept saying "you need to stop!"
I developed a temperature & they administered some Perfalgan at 8:30pm, not before I begged for an Epidural. I was almost fully dilated & the doctor kept explaining that the risks of an epidural now outweighed the pro's. I told him I didn't care, I wanted the epidural & that was that.
I had passed meconium, baby was getting more distressed, I was showing signs of infection, i couldn't push the head out because he was coming down at an awkward angle & they had called for someone to be on hand to resuscitate & my mind went into overload. I was afraid that they'd knock me out for an emergency c-sec, that something would be wrong with my baby (or worse) & I wouldn't get to be with him. The only way (albeit in my own mind) that I could stay in control of the situation was to have an epi' & at least be "present", come what may. After a while the doctor relented. I was given a while to calm down & then it was time to try pushing again. The room started to fill with people & at one point I counted 8 professionals. I remember looking at my mum saying "he's in so much trouble, isn't he?" I was distraught. A consultant said to just give me an episiotomy & at that point I would have agreed to giving up a limb if it got my baby here. He arrived at 9.17pm, with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck twice. Thank god (or whoever) but O was ok. Can you imagine how relieved I was? The whole experience is a blur, not one I'm entirely sure I'll ever want to risk repeating but the love of my life is here & I couldn't be happier. As scary as it is, it's all totally worth it.
For the geeks that like the stage times (i do) I was in the first stage of labour for 21 hours 35 mins. The second stage lasted 1 hour 32 mins. The third stage lasted 5 mins.
I can't say I'm ok with the experience. I still get very emotional thinking about it but with each day it gets a wee bit better & that's what is important.
At 1:20am I asked my midwife if I could have something small to take the edge off. She gave me 2 Co-Codamol & told me it would take about 20 mins to work. I watched that clock like a hawk & was devastated when I realised they weren't going to take effect.
At 8am my midwife came back around again & examined me. She said I was 3cm & would be going to the labour ward once I had some breakfast.
My assigned midwife on the labour ward started my Syntocinon drip at 10am & not long after that I started a close relationship with G&A. I'd love to say this stuff was amazing. It was great in the beginning but after a while I felt no effects & it was just giving me a sore throat. I ended up holding onto it though & biting in the mouthpiece with each contraction. By the end of my labour the mouthpiece was destroyed. My contractions were very quickly coming on top of each other so maybe if the contractions had a better pattern I would have had a better experience with the G&A.
At 2
5pm I got a shot of Pethidine & a shot of Pheneyan (for nausea, I kept throwing up). Then things started to get a bit blurry. They kept losing baby's heart & he got into distress. They then told me that I HAD to stop pushing because something (I forget what they said & can't see it in my notes now. EDIT: later found out it was a lip of cervix) was coming down before baby & they needed to prevent that. Try telling someone that can feel every contraction not to push against them. I knew i was still pushing against them & apologising for the fact. I felt so awful that I couldn't stop, like I was letting my baby down. the midwife was pretty unsupportive & just kept saying "you need to stop!"
I developed a temperature & they administered some Perfalgan at 8:30pm, not before I begged for an Epidural. I was almost fully dilated & the doctor kept explaining that the risks of an epidural now outweighed the pro's. I told him I didn't care, I wanted the epidural & that was that.
I had passed meconium, baby was getting more distressed, I was showing signs of infection, i couldn't push the head out because he was coming down at an awkward angle & they had called for someone to be on hand to resuscitate & my mind went into overload. I was afraid that they'd knock me out for an emergency c-sec, that something would be wrong with my baby (or worse) & I wouldn't get to be with him. The only way (albeit in my own mind) that I could stay in control of the situation was to have an epi' & at least be "present", come what may. After a while the doctor relented. I was given a while to calm down & then it was time to try pushing again. The room started to fill with people & at one point I counted 8 professionals. I remember looking at my mum saying "he's in so much trouble, isn't he?" I was distraught. A consultant said to just give me an episiotomy & at that point I would have agreed to giving up a limb if it got my baby here. He arrived at 9.17pm, with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck twice. Thank god (or whoever) but O was ok. Can you imagine how relieved I was? The whole experience is a blur, not one I'm entirely sure I'll ever want to risk repeating but the love of my life is here & I couldn't be happier. As scary as it is, it's all totally worth it.
For the geeks that like the stage times (i do) I was in the first stage of labour for 21 hours 35 mins. The second stage lasted 1 hour 32 mins. The third stage lasted 5 mins.
I can't say I'm ok with the experience. I still get very emotional thinking about it but with each day it gets a wee bit better & that's what is important.
and post us a photo please! 
big hugs! At least your gorgeous boy is here safe and sound xxxx
I am so pleased for you that he was okay. 
