Firstly apologies for my blatant slackness (how ironic)!
It's taken me this long to do more that gaze at Jacob all day and am finally tearing my self away as he naps.
I won't bore you with 2 A4 pages of narrative and dramatic drivel but i will sum it up veeeerrrrrrryyy briefly:
Started contracting Monday 13th March at 7 days overdue. Went back and forth to MLU numerous times but was dilating as quickly as a snail takes a poo. Survived on TENs and Discovery Home & Health for the next 48 hrs.
Wednesday 15th March.Went to MLU(which was serene and gorgeous) 8am. They thought my waters had broken so kept me in. Hopped in the pool (3cm dilated) at 10am and started sucking on gas and air (HEAVEN!!!!!)
At changeover they realised that it was only my hind waters that had gone so had waters broken at 4pm and jumped back in the pool with more gas and air (still heaven!) By 6pm was only 6cm and exhausted after 60hrs of labour and no sleep! Midwife decided to transfer me to University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff as it was taking so long at which point i projectile vomitted everywhere and contractions became far too nasty to describe but what the hey - basically it was like someone stabbing the base of my back with a screwdriver and squeezing it at the same time (nice).
Decided to have some pethedine as i thought that my natural birth plans were out the window anyway and i tell you it was fan-bloody-tastic (i was off my face and talking to the wall) After a very dramatic light flashing ambulance trip to Cardiff (which was very painful as i kept forgetting to suck on the gas and air as i was so high on peth!) arrived in the labour suite and was told that i was fully dilated and ready to push (it all happened so flipping quickly it was mad and i was still off my face and seeing beefburgers for some strange reason!)
I pushed and pushed but little Jakey did not wanna come out and he wasn't getting enough time to recover as contractions were less than a min apart. Because he was distressed and wouldn't progress down the birth canal they prepped me for a c-section (yes by shaving me!) at which point i screamed in my lucid state "i don't wanna c-section!".
So they took me into theatre, gave me spinal block (which was too bizarre as my legs really didn't feel like my own) attached the ventouse to Jacob's head and told me to push which was ridiculous as i couldn't feel anything from the nips down let alone push. They then announced that they were gonna cut me (ouch) and use forceps. Thank God i couldn't feel it.
Eventually little Jacob came out a little battered and bruised but gorgeous. In the meantime i lost a litre of blood which OH nicely described as red gravy! We then cuddled for an hour and i got stitched up (yes it took an hour as i ripped all the way back!!!).
The recovery is another story which thankfully seems like it never happened but lets just say i'll never do the splits again!
Well - phew! That wasn't brief at all but then when is anything ever simple for us mums? (boo hoo) The odds of a tear like mine are 1 in 100 (had to get the sympathy bit in - hee hee) And the odds of the wound re-opening after 5 days at home? Don't even go there. I only had the last stitches removed last week!
Hope thats lightened your day!
It's taken me this long to do more that gaze at Jacob all day and am finally tearing my self away as he naps.
I won't bore you with 2 A4 pages of narrative and dramatic drivel but i will sum it up veeeerrrrrrryyy briefly:
Started contracting Monday 13th March at 7 days overdue. Went back and forth to MLU numerous times but was dilating as quickly as a snail takes a poo. Survived on TENs and Discovery Home & Health for the next 48 hrs.
Wednesday 15th March.Went to MLU(which was serene and gorgeous) 8am. They thought my waters had broken so kept me in. Hopped in the pool (3cm dilated) at 10am and started sucking on gas and air (HEAVEN!!!!!)
At changeover they realised that it was only my hind waters that had gone so had waters broken at 4pm and jumped back in the pool with more gas and air (still heaven!) By 6pm was only 6cm and exhausted after 60hrs of labour and no sleep! Midwife decided to transfer me to University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff as it was taking so long at which point i projectile vomitted everywhere and contractions became far too nasty to describe but what the hey - basically it was like someone stabbing the base of my back with a screwdriver and squeezing it at the same time (nice).
Decided to have some pethedine as i thought that my natural birth plans were out the window anyway and i tell you it was fan-bloody-tastic (i was off my face and talking to the wall) After a very dramatic light flashing ambulance trip to Cardiff (which was very painful as i kept forgetting to suck on the gas and air as i was so high on peth!) arrived in the labour suite and was told that i was fully dilated and ready to push (it all happened so flipping quickly it was mad and i was still off my face and seeing beefburgers for some strange reason!)
I pushed and pushed but little Jakey did not wanna come out and he wasn't getting enough time to recover as contractions were less than a min apart. Because he was distressed and wouldn't progress down the birth canal they prepped me for a c-section (yes by shaving me!) at which point i screamed in my lucid state "i don't wanna c-section!".
So they took me into theatre, gave me spinal block (which was too bizarre as my legs really didn't feel like my own) attached the ventouse to Jacob's head and told me to push which was ridiculous as i couldn't feel anything from the nips down let alone push. They then announced that they were gonna cut me (ouch) and use forceps. Thank God i couldn't feel it.
Eventually little Jacob came out a little battered and bruised but gorgeous. In the meantime i lost a litre of blood which OH nicely described as red gravy! We then cuddled for an hour and i got stitched up (yes it took an hour as i ripped all the way back!!!).
The recovery is another story which thankfully seems like it never happened but lets just say i'll never do the splits again!
Well - phew! That wasn't brief at all but then when is anything ever simple for us mums? (boo hoo) The odds of a tear like mine are 1 in 100 (had to get the sympathy bit in - hee hee) And the odds of the wound re-opening after 5 days at home? Don't even go there. I only had the last stitches removed last week!
Hope thats lightened your day!
