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Sorry it's a little later than I planned!
But my little Pork Chop is here and 2 weeks old today! How time flies when you're having fun! So whilst he's half asleep I'll take the time to write my birth story....
so, on wednesday 19th october at around 2.30am my waters 'broke'. What happened was I woke up after going to sleep around 12, and felt like I had wet myself..not majorly just a tiny trickle so I just got a bit embarrassed and thought my bladder just wasn't keeping everything in anymore. So I went to the loo and had a wee, made my way back to the bedroom and felt the trickle again...now I knew my bladder was pretty much empty as I lean forward whenever I go so I knew something was different...went back to the toilet and put a pad on; after checking a few mins later and seeing it was pink and watery I knew Charlie was finally getting ready to come out.
It took me a while to come to terms with the fact I was having a baby and not only that, but he could be here in a matter of hours or days. I had to sit down and get my OH to ring the labour ward as I couldn't stop shaking- I was excited, anxious, and petrified all at once- and this is without even experiencing any pain!
So my OH rang the labour ward and they told us to come and be checked over. We got to the hospital around half 3, I tried to eat some cereal and have a cup of tea before I left but hardly any of it went down. The 'water' was also coming out a bit more quickly and heavier than just a trickle which was annoying me more than anything as by the time I got to hospital I looked like I'd wet myself and it was still soaking into my slippers and going on the hospital floor!
I was checked over by a midwife and when we looked at my pad there were bits of green in there which she thought might have been poo from the baby and she wanted to do an internal to make sure. She never did the internal as more watery green stuff came out and she was certain the baby had done a poo inside the womb. She then told me I was not allowed to leave the hospital or have a water birth now as I was considered high risk due to this poo...I think there can be infections from him doing that I wasn't so sure why I had to stay. This made me more scared as I hate hospitals anyway and I was worried about Charlie.
We were moved into a labour room and I had these monitors attached around my bump to monitor the baby's heartbeat and my contractions. The monitors annoyed me a LOT by the end of labour as the belts are this fabric elastic material, which have to be in a certain position to be able to monitor the heart and contractions, and they kept getting twisted and rubbing my skin it was soooooo annoying!! lol.
By the time I was settled in the labour room it was about 4pm or maybe half past, the midwife said she would check on me again at 6 to see how my contractions were getting on. I felt absolutely nothing so at 6 she did a sweep on me. The sweep was more painful than I expected, I had to use the gas and air to calm myself down, I was even crying whilst she was doing it. I don't actually think it was the pain though that sent me a bit mad and teary, it was more that she didnt really warn me and then she shoved her fingers up really quickly and really hard, she wasn't in any way nice and gentle. I think at the time a lot of other midwives and doctors and students kept coming in and out and I was a bit overwhelmed and tense from all the people, plus the midwife doing my sweep wasn't in any way concerned or caring or sympathetic...after all this was my first baby and I was petrified of everything. (I found out later that she'd been on a 12 hour shift and was leaving at 7am so it may have explained the way she came across)luckily she had also decided to break my waters and I absolutely drenched her HA!
At 7am I was still only 1cm and my contractions were only mild cramps, to the point I could barely feel them so I was put on a drip (ughneedlesyuck!
) with hormones to make the contractions come quicker. Because I was considered high risk they wanted the baby to come out quicker(I also wasn't allowed to eat, and was only allowed water which was horrible as I was soooo hungry and it was only 7am!!)
From 7 til noon I managed to cope with the contractions as they got a little stronger, they just felt like strong period pains and when having one I mainly found it hard to be comfy and would sit up really really straight to try and ease the pain (it didn't work). what got me through it was the breathing techniques which when practiscing them at home I felt really stupid doing but they really do help when you're in pain, and the midwives encourage you to do it so you don't feel silly
The midwife (a new midwife not the mean one now) gave me a foot bath and some hot towels with aromatherapy on to help ease the pain...in my opinion I don't think they worked, it didn't ease the pain but they smelled nice and my feet were nice and warm.
Around 12 noon my contractions were doing my head in as they kept increasing the amount on the drip then decreasing it so I wasn't getting a break in between contractions it was just a big stream of pain and more pain then less pain...to be honest the pain bit wasn't bothering me as much as I thought it would but it was more that I couldn't get comfy no matter what position I was in. So I was given a shot of diamorphine and god it was good!! I didn't go loopy or anything, I just suddenly felt this warm wave wash over me and my body suddenly relaxed and I was slumped in this chair all warm and comfy and I was SO happy! I hadn't been that comfy in forever (Charlie had been back to back for weeks and during labour too)
At this point my mum came and she was a little horrified at all the wires hanging from me. I think the most stressful bit was the waiting around; I think that if things were different and I had been allowed to go home it wouldn't have been as bad but I was so bored and hungry and I was trying to watch tv to distract me but I was just more uncomfortable than anything...plus my OH and mum were a bit bored too. With the help of the diamorphine I managed to get an hour or so to sleep, the lack of food and the constant contractions had taken it out of me a little.
At about 6pm the diamorphine had worn off and my back had started to hurt again, to the point where I was crying in frustration and I was generally just being impatient and fed up. I wanted chocolate, and Dr Pepper, and to be at home snuggled up in bed with my hot water bottle. To top this off the midwife did a check on me and said I was 4cm.....FOUR!!!!??? I was so p*ssed off at my own body for being so slow, I was so bored with the hospital and random people dropping in and being uncomfortable and my back hurting and my OH constantly chatting to me making me talk when I was trying to breathe through the contractions GOD I could have strangled him!
So at 6pm I was given the epidural. They made me sit up on the bed, which they then raised really high and told me to tuck my chin into my chest. My mum and OH had a leg each to hold down, and they then told me not to jump when they put the anaesthetic in, and to relax...easier said than done when they're shoving a needle into you. The epidural helped take the edge off the pains a bit, basically you're pain free from the top of the bump to the bottom...and every now and then they put this water spray on your skin which is super super cold to test if you're still numb, which my OH found hilarious...I wanted to throw him in a pool of this cold stuff. By the way you don't feel the epidural needle go in you just feel the anaesthetic one which didn't hurt. I also thought the catheter would hurt but I barely felt that too, I mainly just felt a little bit embarrassed but believe me this goes by the end of labour.
So more hours go by and we're all really bored and hungry. I got my OH a bag of his favourite goodies but he only ended up sicking them back up out of nerves. With the diamorphine, hormones and epidural I kept having these big shaking sessions and my teeth were chattering...I think it may have been just the drugs going into my system and a mix of nerves which scared him and made him worry and then he'd go and throw up bless him. by about 20 past 9 (at night) she checked again to see how far I was, she'd predicted I'd be 6cm but I was 10cm which made me happy and all nervous again cause here would be the worst part. However she didn't make me push just yet she said to wait an hour to get my body prepared...my OH was watching football on the tv (the only time I wasn't fussed about it) and the midwife made him turn it off 3 mins before the finish haha!!
So during the hour I was waiting I kept feeling the urge to push, a bit like I needed a poo and period pains in the bum at the same time. I couldn't control this urge to push and just pushed and apologised at the same time lol. The pushing seemed to take away the pains in the bum too.
It came to 20 past ten and it all seemed to swoosh by in a bit of a blur, I remember the midwife holding my leg up and telling me to push as hard and long as I could...then all of a sudden she could see the head and all three of them, my midwife, my OH and my mum all cheering me on like I was just doing a bloody arm wrestle. I can honestly say I couldn't feel any pain from pushing, just frustration as I felt like I was pushing but couldn't feel anything moving down. The epidural might have taken the pain away from pushing but I did feel some pain before I started so maybe I was just so focused on getting him out. About 3 pushes in and the midwife said that if I couldn't get him out soon she would have to cut me and get him out which scared the absolute crap out of me and my OH said my face dropped and all the colour went out. I pushed with all my might and didn't scream like on tv, I didn't see the point as it would have just wasted energy and I didn't feel the need to scream I just sort of hrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmed like when you're constipated lol! anyway I had my mum going 'Come on Kirst you can do it nearly there' my OH going 'The head's the size of a 2p you can well push him out go on!' and the midwife going 'come on, one more push just one more push'(at the time I really wanted to stop altogether and go 'seriously how many one more pushes are we having???!!!I've done more than bleeding one!' so altogether in 5 pushes from 20 past ten and I was holding my little gooey bloody slippery little man he weighed 8lb 3 and has a big set of lungs on him, the biggest bluest eyes that make me want to cry with all the love I have for him and the rest of him is just the image of his daddy
All in all it was the most painful thing Ive experienced, but then I've never broken my arm or sprained my ankle or bashed my head in really hard. The most annoying thing was not being able to get comfy and waiting around. For all the ladies waiting to give birth just try your hardest to relax, breathe and keep occupied and try and sleep if you can! cause if you end up staying overnight after you've given birth you get no sleep whatsoever!!!
Anyway sorry for the lengthy story, I wanted to be really detailed and give my perspective on it as I was really mardy about the thought of giving birth, I think however it is more the not knowing that makes it scary. I plan to write another story on the follow up after giving birth and the stuff I wish I had found out and been a bit more prepared for... body and baby wise.... however I cannot write it now as my little Pork Chop is hungry once again
thank you for reading.
But my little Pork Chop is here and 2 weeks old today! How time flies when you're having fun! So whilst he's half asleep I'll take the time to write my birth story....
so, on wednesday 19th october at around 2.30am my waters 'broke'. What happened was I woke up after going to sleep around 12, and felt like I had wet myself..not majorly just a tiny trickle so I just got a bit embarrassed and thought my bladder just wasn't keeping everything in anymore. So I went to the loo and had a wee, made my way back to the bedroom and felt the trickle again...now I knew my bladder was pretty much empty as I lean forward whenever I go so I knew something was different...went back to the toilet and put a pad on; after checking a few mins later and seeing it was pink and watery I knew Charlie was finally getting ready to come out.
It took me a while to come to terms with the fact I was having a baby and not only that, but he could be here in a matter of hours or days. I had to sit down and get my OH to ring the labour ward as I couldn't stop shaking- I was excited, anxious, and petrified all at once- and this is without even experiencing any pain!
So my OH rang the labour ward and they told us to come and be checked over. We got to the hospital around half 3, I tried to eat some cereal and have a cup of tea before I left but hardly any of it went down. The 'water' was also coming out a bit more quickly and heavier than just a trickle which was annoying me more than anything as by the time I got to hospital I looked like I'd wet myself and it was still soaking into my slippers and going on the hospital floor!
I was checked over by a midwife and when we looked at my pad there were bits of green in there which she thought might have been poo from the baby and she wanted to do an internal to make sure. She never did the internal as more watery green stuff came out and she was certain the baby had done a poo inside the womb. She then told me I was not allowed to leave the hospital or have a water birth now as I was considered high risk due to this poo...I think there can be infections from him doing that I wasn't so sure why I had to stay. This made me more scared as I hate hospitals anyway and I was worried about Charlie.
We were moved into a labour room and I had these monitors attached around my bump to monitor the baby's heartbeat and my contractions. The monitors annoyed me a LOT by the end of labour as the belts are this fabric elastic material, which have to be in a certain position to be able to monitor the heart and contractions, and they kept getting twisted and rubbing my skin it was soooooo annoying!! lol.
By the time I was settled in the labour room it was about 4pm or maybe half past, the midwife said she would check on me again at 6 to see how my contractions were getting on. I felt absolutely nothing so at 6 she did a sweep on me. The sweep was more painful than I expected, I had to use the gas and air to calm myself down, I was even crying whilst she was doing it. I don't actually think it was the pain though that sent me a bit mad and teary, it was more that she didnt really warn me and then she shoved her fingers up really quickly and really hard, she wasn't in any way nice and gentle. I think at the time a lot of other midwives and doctors and students kept coming in and out and I was a bit overwhelmed and tense from all the people, plus the midwife doing my sweep wasn't in any way concerned or caring or sympathetic...after all this was my first baby and I was petrified of everything. (I found out later that she'd been on a 12 hour shift and was leaving at 7am so it may have explained the way she came across)luckily she had also decided to break my waters and I absolutely drenched her HA!
At 7am I was still only 1cm and my contractions were only mild cramps, to the point I could barely feel them so I was put on a drip (ughneedlesyuck!
) with hormones to make the contractions come quicker. Because I was considered high risk they wanted the baby to come out quicker(I also wasn't allowed to eat, and was only allowed water which was horrible as I was soooo hungry and it was only 7am!!)From 7 til noon I managed to cope with the contractions as they got a little stronger, they just felt like strong period pains and when having one I mainly found it hard to be comfy and would sit up really really straight to try and ease the pain (it didn't work). what got me through it was the breathing techniques which when practiscing them at home I felt really stupid doing but they really do help when you're in pain, and the midwives encourage you to do it so you don't feel silly
The midwife (a new midwife not the mean one now) gave me a foot bath and some hot towels with aromatherapy on to help ease the pain...in my opinion I don't think they worked, it didn't ease the pain but they smelled nice and my feet were nice and warm.
Around 12 noon my contractions were doing my head in as they kept increasing the amount on the drip then decreasing it so I wasn't getting a break in between contractions it was just a big stream of pain and more pain then less pain...to be honest the pain bit wasn't bothering me as much as I thought it would but it was more that I couldn't get comfy no matter what position I was in. So I was given a shot of diamorphine and god it was good!! I didn't go loopy or anything, I just suddenly felt this warm wave wash over me and my body suddenly relaxed and I was slumped in this chair all warm and comfy and I was SO happy! I hadn't been that comfy in forever (Charlie had been back to back for weeks and during labour too)
At this point my mum came and she was a little horrified at all the wires hanging from me. I think the most stressful bit was the waiting around; I think that if things were different and I had been allowed to go home it wouldn't have been as bad but I was so bored and hungry and I was trying to watch tv to distract me but I was just more uncomfortable than anything...plus my OH and mum were a bit bored too. With the help of the diamorphine I managed to get an hour or so to sleep, the lack of food and the constant contractions had taken it out of me a little.
At about 6pm the diamorphine had worn off and my back had started to hurt again, to the point where I was crying in frustration and I was generally just being impatient and fed up. I wanted chocolate, and Dr Pepper, and to be at home snuggled up in bed with my hot water bottle. To top this off the midwife did a check on me and said I was 4cm.....FOUR!!!!??? I was so p*ssed off at my own body for being so slow, I was so bored with the hospital and random people dropping in and being uncomfortable and my back hurting and my OH constantly chatting to me making me talk when I was trying to breathe through the contractions GOD I could have strangled him!
So at 6pm I was given the epidural. They made me sit up on the bed, which they then raised really high and told me to tuck my chin into my chest. My mum and OH had a leg each to hold down, and they then told me not to jump when they put the anaesthetic in, and to relax...easier said than done when they're shoving a needle into you. The epidural helped take the edge off the pains a bit, basically you're pain free from the top of the bump to the bottom...and every now and then they put this water spray on your skin which is super super cold to test if you're still numb, which my OH found hilarious...I wanted to throw him in a pool of this cold stuff. By the way you don't feel the epidural needle go in you just feel the anaesthetic one which didn't hurt. I also thought the catheter would hurt but I barely felt that too, I mainly just felt a little bit embarrassed but believe me this goes by the end of labour.
So more hours go by and we're all really bored and hungry. I got my OH a bag of his favourite goodies but he only ended up sicking them back up out of nerves. With the diamorphine, hormones and epidural I kept having these big shaking sessions and my teeth were chattering...I think it may have been just the drugs going into my system and a mix of nerves which scared him and made him worry and then he'd go and throw up bless him. by about 20 past 9 (at night) she checked again to see how far I was, she'd predicted I'd be 6cm but I was 10cm which made me happy and all nervous again cause here would be the worst part. However she didn't make me push just yet she said to wait an hour to get my body prepared...my OH was watching football on the tv (the only time I wasn't fussed about it) and the midwife made him turn it off 3 mins before the finish haha!!
So during the hour I was waiting I kept feeling the urge to push, a bit like I needed a poo and period pains in the bum at the same time. I couldn't control this urge to push and just pushed and apologised at the same time lol. The pushing seemed to take away the pains in the bum too.
It came to 20 past ten and it all seemed to swoosh by in a bit of a blur, I remember the midwife holding my leg up and telling me to push as hard and long as I could...then all of a sudden she could see the head and all three of them, my midwife, my OH and my mum all cheering me on like I was just doing a bloody arm wrestle. I can honestly say I couldn't feel any pain from pushing, just frustration as I felt like I was pushing but couldn't feel anything moving down. The epidural might have taken the pain away from pushing but I did feel some pain before I started so maybe I was just so focused on getting him out. About 3 pushes in and the midwife said that if I couldn't get him out soon she would have to cut me and get him out which scared the absolute crap out of me and my OH said my face dropped and all the colour went out. I pushed with all my might and didn't scream like on tv, I didn't see the point as it would have just wasted energy and I didn't feel the need to scream I just sort of hrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmed like when you're constipated lol! anyway I had my mum going 'Come on Kirst you can do it nearly there' my OH going 'The head's the size of a 2p you can well push him out go on!' and the midwife going 'come on, one more push just one more push'(at the time I really wanted to stop altogether and go 'seriously how many one more pushes are we having???!!!I've done more than bleeding one!' so altogether in 5 pushes from 20 past ten and I was holding my little gooey bloody slippery little man
he weighed 8lb 3 and has a big set of lungs on him, the biggest bluest eyes that make me want to cry with all the love I have for him and the rest of him is just the image of his daddy All in all it was the most painful thing Ive experienced, but then I've never broken my arm or sprained my ankle or bashed my head in really hard. The most annoying thing was not being able to get comfy and waiting around. For all the ladies waiting to give birth just try your hardest to relax, breathe and keep occupied and try and sleep if you can! cause if you end up staying overnight after you've given birth you get no sleep whatsoever!!!
Anyway sorry for the lengthy story, I wanted to be really detailed and give my perspective on it as I was really mardy about the thought of giving birth, I think however it is more the not knowing that makes it scary. I plan to write another story on the follow up after giving birth and the stuff I wish I had found out and been a bit more prepared for... body and baby wise.... however I cannot write it now as my little Pork Chop is hungry once again
thank you for reading.
