Kellybean
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Ok so I will try and make this as short as possible.
Wednesday (14th) I had my sweep. I found out that I was 4cm dilated, what? Ha ha.
I didn't know you could get that dilated without pain 
then that night I lost so much of my plug, but really didn't want to get my hopes up.
During the night, I had nothing, no pains, twinges or 'feelings'. I was still losing a lot of plug, but that was all. So Thursday morning my husband suprise called me, all hopeful, but I told him there was no way baby was coming today, I have felt nothing at all. I was then sat watching homes under the hammer with my mum when I fet my first contraction, I knew what it was straight away. It was strong in feeling but not painful, so again, didn't get my hopes up over it. In just an hour they had gone from 8-10 mins apart lasting 40 seconds moved to every 6-8 minutes lasting 50 - over a minute. Ouch.
The contractions were all in my lower back, I had very few pains in my stomach. I phoned triage and they said it could be a false alarm (because of sweep) but to hone again if they reach 3-4 minutes apart. So I started watching the quality day time tv of Jeremy Kyle and loose women (which was more painful to watch than my contractions...my mum was in control of the remote).
By 4ish my contractions were about 5-6 minutes apart lasting about a minute. They were very painful but manageable. I couldn't believe they would be so painful but I was also relieved to feel them. I put my labour bag into my dads van and we all drove to my flat. Half way there my contractions had peaked to 4mins apart lasting 50-over a minute. And I was very quiet, mum knew I was struggling. Dad drove me to hospital so I could see where I was as I needed to know if the pains were a good sign or I was being whimpy.
After waiting half hour (worrying non labouring women, so I tried very hard to dull them down for their sake, didn't like how worried they were) I was checked, and fully expecting them to laugh at me and say you are 1cm dilated, get a grip and go home, I was 7cm!
I was so overjoyed.
Moved into labour ward. And went straight for the gas and air... we'll what a dissapointment. Did nothing for me, didn't have any effect at all. But it was a good distraction and a least enabled me to let my parents know I didn't want to talk. I had no signal in my room so couldn't update Wilson who was kindly writing my labour thread.
I was offered diamorphine for the pain, and decided I would try it as I was struggling. I said I didn't want an epidural and was told I might not have time to have one as I was already 7cm and contractions were close together and strong. Well, diamorphine just made me incredibly sickly and tired, no pain relief at all. Will not be having it again it was that bad.
My dad went off and tried to get hold of my husband (in forces) but having no luck. He didn't come back for a very long time. He doesn't like hospitals and certainly didn't want to be in the room at birth. I got checked 3 hours later as my contractions were not getting closer together and I was still 7cm and on no pain relief
I was starting to get a bit worried that this would never end. My super lovely midwife was starting to get a bit worried that I was losing my contractions so after a while of her going in and out of the room and severel people seeing me, my mw broke my waters. 2 hours later, still nothing, and pains becoming so harsh. I started being sick and went through 7 sick bowls...tmi but I was shocked but I felt a lot better afterwards. I got checked and was still 7cm! Then I was told she wanted to out me on the drip to speed contractions along as they were reversing I said ok. She also didn't want to give it to me without me having an epidural as I had been contracting for too long and was very tired and the drip can make the contractions even stronger and painful...well I kind of had no choice, I was tired and decided to say ok.
It took four attempts (painful painful) to get the needle into my spine. I was at the point of begging hem to stop, I was a state, the gas and air was not helping, I lost even more waters, scared stiff of needles and shaking like a shitting dog! I could not control my shakes. My midwife and mum were a dream in calming me though. Finally it went in and when the beautiful stuff kicked in...I felt very little and managed about 20minutes of shut eye. Bliss. I was sick again but not so much. Well 2 hours later my contractions were coming along, I had my midwife swap and the next midwife was just FANTASTIC. She was an awesome lady and she changed our plan of action and ramped up my drip, had someone examine me and I was fully dilated (yey) and told that I would be pushing in an hour! It was 9.15 when I started pushing. Midwife had eased off my epi so I could feel contractions and ow when to push, but only had to shout and she would pump more in to stop pains. Well I'm glad I could feel them. Legs in stirrups and mum and midwife holding them towards me I was told to push...she kept pointing out where as I wasn't sure well after 40 minutes of pushing, my midwife told me she might have to cut to stop a tear...well as she started to get other midwives in and getting things ready the head was almost out so she had to tell me to pant and push pant pant etc and babies head arrived to which i started to say its stinging, really stinging why is it so sore? I really thought she had cut me without asking and then body 'popped' out! Born at 10.08. My mum was screaming its a boy at me and crying but I didn't hear anything I was starting at my motionless baby and scared stiff...after a minute (which felt hours) I saw his arms start wailing around and a pathic whimper and I just hurts into tears, finally I cried and just fet this sudden rush of relief and excitement. He was placed on top of me. And I fell in love....absolutely fell in love, I couldn't kiss him enough and his eyes were just staring at me it was heaven. And a head of hair...impressed.
I was then told I had a tear and that is what I felt. I had people come in and ask me questions about this and that blah blah! I just wanted to be with baby it was all a blur. She apparently told me the weight but I was shaking again about having more doses of epi juice and being taken to theatre. I was shaking so bad. But I tried so hard not to let my mum and midwife know how scared I was. Gave my boy one last kiss and was wheeled away from my bundle. I just cried...but these people I was with we're not my midwives and I was totally scared of what they were about to do to me, I was not in control. I was so scared. I had the 3rd degree tear repaired, which took longer as I was sick in the theatre room it was awful as I couldn't move and had to turn my head and have someone mop me up, so uncomfortable.
Well after a tearful thank you to my midwife and a lovely hug from her (she even cried I was shocked, but she was a joy to have, I cannot thank her enough, she kept me taking, laughing and working hard, I didn't want to let her down, she kept apologising about my tear and that it was too great for her to repair)
The 'recovery ward' was absolutely dreadful! I will NOT begin to tell you why as I would end up going red with rage...let's just say they were understaffed and made me know it was my fault! The nit time staff I had however at swap over time were fantastic and if I hadn't of had them I would not have mastered breast feeding and swaddling baby so well. they were so patient and they even took Massan away from me at 6 am for an hour to allow me to get a bit of sleep (he was so demanding during the night and considering it was now48 hours from my last sleep I needed the help) I was told I could be discharged on Saturday at 5 pm and I was delighted as the thought of spending another night there was enough to drive me crazy. But at lunch time I had my bp checked and it was sky high, I had gone feverish and pulse was too high, I was basically getting worked up about being left alone and sitting in my bed without anything to do and no one checking on me and when they did no conversation. (there was more but it is a long story) they made me stay another night I did leave on Sunday. And when I got home I just cried and cried and cried as I had had such a lovely experience of midwives in labour and then everything was turned upside down with my after care.
But all that aside, my labour was long (by no means the longest) painful, sickly, tiring but was well worth the end result of a beautiful healthy baby boy. I laughed, joked, chatted and got to know my midwives and without them I would not have coped half as well. All midwives that came in were so supportive and friendly and their words were strength to me, I was blessed to have them all be so supportive.
When I found out he was a boy, I cannot tell you how proud I was and I still look at him in utter disbalief that I created such a beautiful baby. I thought he had his daddies hair, nice black locks but after a few washes and some daylight I have learnt it is a dark blonde, almost like his mummies hair...I really thought he would win the hair gene war!
Daddy didn't know he was born until Saturday, and sobbed his eyes out when I told him baby was born and I was in hospital and then when I told him it was a boy I could hear an almighty roar from everyone else (I was unknowingly on speaker) I don't think we said anything else to each other that phone call apart from cry its still a blur.
So labour was painful, but it is utterly true what everyone else says, it was well worth it. Even now recovering from my tear (which has since popped a few stitches and is in trouble of infecting ) it was all worth it.
I will post a picture soon as I upload them onto photobucket (as I use an iPad and cannot upload them from my library)
So I am now a proud mummy to Massan weighing in at 9ob 12.5
ouch!
Daddy will meet him in 3 weeks!
I'm so happy.
Wednesday (14th) I had my sweep. I found out that I was 4cm dilated, what? Ha ha.
I didn't know you could get that dilated without pain then that night I lost so much of my plug, but really didn't want to get my hopes up. During the night, I had nothing, no pains, twinges or 'feelings'. I was still losing a lot of plug, but that was all. So Thursday morning my husband suprise called me, all hopeful, but I told him there was no way baby was coming today, I have felt nothing at all. I was then sat watching homes under the hammer with my mum when I fet my first contraction, I knew what it was straight away. It was strong in feeling but not painful, so again, didn't get my hopes up over it. In just an hour they had gone from 8-10 mins apart lasting 40 seconds moved to every 6-8 minutes lasting 50 - over a minute. Ouch.
The contractions were all in my lower back, I had very few pains in my stomach. I phoned triage and they said it could be a false alarm (because of sweep) but to hone again if they reach 3-4 minutes apart. So I started watching the quality day time tv of Jeremy Kyle and loose women (which was more painful to watch than my contractions...my mum was in control of the remote).
By 4ish my contractions were about 5-6 minutes apart lasting about a minute. They were very painful but manageable. I couldn't believe they would be so painful but I was also relieved to feel them. I put my labour bag into my dads van and we all drove to my flat. Half way there my contractions had peaked to 4mins apart lasting 50-over a minute. And I was very quiet, mum knew I was struggling. Dad drove me to hospital so I could see where I was as I needed to know if the pains were a good sign or I was being whimpy.
After waiting half hour (worrying non labouring women, so I tried very hard to dull them down for their sake, didn't like how worried they were) I was checked, and fully expecting them to laugh at me and say you are 1cm dilated, get a grip and go home, I was 7cm!
I was so overjoyed. Moved into labour ward. And went straight for the gas and air...
we'll what a dissapointment. Did nothing for me, didn't have any effect at all. But it was a good distraction and a least enabled me to let my parents know I didn't want to talk. I had no signal in my room so couldn't update Wilson who was kindly writing my labour thread. I was offered diamorphine for the pain, and decided I would try it as I was struggling. I said I didn't want an epidural and was told I might not have time to have one as I was already 7cm and contractions were close together and strong. Well, diamorphine just made me incredibly sickly and tired, no pain relief at all. Will not be having it again it was that bad.
My dad went off and tried to get hold of my husband (in forces) but having no luck. He didn't come back for a very long time. He doesn't like hospitals and certainly didn't want to be in the room at birth. I got checked 3 hours later as my contractions were not getting closer together and I was still 7cm and on no pain relief
I was starting to get a bit worried that this would never end. My super lovely midwife was starting to get a bit worried that I was losing my contractions so after a while of her going in and out of the room and severel people seeing me, my mw broke my waters. 2 hours later, still nothing, and pains becoming so harsh. I started being sick and went through 7 sick bowls...tmi but I was shocked but I felt a lot better afterwards. I got checked and was still 7cm! Then I was told she wanted to out me on the drip to speed contractions along as they were reversing I said ok. She also didn't want to give it to me without me having an epidural as I had been contracting for too long and was very tired and the drip can make the contractions even stronger and painful...well I kind of had no choice, I was tired and decided to say ok. It took four attempts (painful painful) to get the needle into my spine. I was at the point of begging hem to stop, I was a state, the gas and air was not helping, I lost even more waters, scared stiff of needles and shaking like a shitting dog! I could not control my shakes. My midwife and mum were a dream in calming me though. Finally it went in and when the beautiful stuff kicked in...I felt very little and managed about 20minutes of shut eye. Bliss. I was sick again but not so much. Well 2 hours later my contractions were coming along, I had my midwife swap and the next midwife was just FANTASTIC. She was an awesome lady and she changed our plan of action and ramped up my drip, had someone examine me and I was fully dilated (yey) and told that I would be pushing in an hour! It was 9.15 when I started pushing. Midwife had eased off my epi so I could feel contractions and ow when to push, but only had to shout and she would pump more in to stop pains. Well I'm glad I could feel them. Legs in stirrups and mum and midwife holding them towards me I was told to push...she kept pointing out where as I wasn't sure
well after 40 minutes of pushing, my midwife told me she might have to cut to stop a tear...well as she started to get other midwives in and getting things ready the head was almost out so she had to tell me to pant and push pant pant etc and babies head arrived to which i started to say its stinging, really stinging why is it so sore? I really thought she had cut me without asking and then body 'popped' out! Born at 10.08. My mum was screaming its a boy at me and crying but I didn't hear anything I was starting at my motionless baby and scared stiff...after a minute (which felt hours) I saw his arms start wailing around and a pathic whimper and I just hurts into tears, finally I cried and just fet this sudden rush of relief and excitement. He was placed on top of me. And I fell in love....absolutely fell in love, I couldn't kiss him enough and his eyes were just staring at me it was heaven. And a head of hair...impressed. I was then told I had a tear and that is what I felt. I had people come in and ask me questions about this and that blah blah! I just wanted to be with baby
it was all a blur. She apparently told me the weight but I was shaking again about having more doses of epi juice and being taken to theatre. I was shaking so bad. But I tried so hard not to let my mum and midwife know how scared I was. Gave my boy one last kiss and was wheeled away from my bundle. I just cried...but these people I was with we're not my midwives and I was totally scared of what they were about to do to me, I was not in control. I was so scared. I had the 3rd degree tear repaired, which took longer as I was sick in the theatre room it was awful as I couldn't move and had to turn my head and have someone mop me up, so uncomfortable. Well after a tearful thank you to my midwife and a lovely hug from her (she even cried I was shocked, but she was a joy to have, I cannot thank her enough, she kept me taking, laughing and working hard, I didn't want to let her down, she kept apologising about my tear and that it was too great for her to repair)
The 'recovery ward' was absolutely dreadful! I will NOT begin to tell you why as I would end up going red with rage...let's just say they were understaffed and made me know it was my fault! The nit time staff I had however at swap over time were fantastic and if I hadn't of had them I would not have mastered breast feeding and swaddling baby so well.
they were so patient and they even took Massan away from me at 6 am for an hour to allow me to get a bit of sleep (he was so demanding during the night and considering it was now48 hours from my last sleep I needed the help) I was told I could be discharged on Saturday at 5 pm and I was delighted as the thought of spending another night there was enough to drive me crazy. But at lunch time I had my bp checked and it was sky high, I had gone feverish and pulse was too high, I was basically getting worked up about being left alone and sitting in my bed without anything to do and no one checking on me and when they did no conversation. (there was more but it is a long story) they made me stay another night I did leave on Sunday. And when I got home I just cried and cried and cried as I had had such a lovely experience of midwives in labour and then everything was turned upside down with my after care. But all that aside, my labour was long (by no means the longest) painful, sickly, tiring but was well worth the end result of a beautiful healthy baby boy. I laughed, joked, chatted and got to know my midwives and without them I would not have coped half as well. All midwives that came in were so supportive and friendly and their words were strength to me, I was blessed to have them all be so supportive.
When I found out he was a boy, I cannot tell you how proud I was and I still look at him in utter disbalief that I created such a beautiful baby. I thought he had his daddies hair, nice black locks but after a few washes and some daylight I have learnt it is a dark blonde, almost like his mummies hair...I really thought he would win the hair gene war!
Daddy didn't know he was born until Saturday, and sobbed his eyes out when I told him baby was born and I was in hospital and then when I told him it was a boy I could hear an almighty roar from everyone else (I was unknowingly on speaker) I don't think we said anything else to each other that phone call apart from cry
its still a blur. So labour was painful, but it is utterly true what everyone else says, it was well worth it. Even now recovering from my tear (which has since popped a few stitches and is in trouble of infecting
) it was all worth it.I will post a picture soon as I upload them onto photobucket (as I use an iPad and cannot upload them from my library
) So I am now a proud mummy to Massan weighing in at 9ob 12.5
ouch! Daddy will meet him in 3 weeks!
I'm so happy.
fapatalking 
xx
