My birth story for Amelia, aka Pudding
(Please excuse any gaps, it has been a while, lol)
Ok, so I was 39 + 3 with my first child, and I woke up at about 5:30am with period-like pains. I was going to spend the day with my uncle, aunt and cousins, so I just got up and started getting ready, ignoring the pains- the first step of my day-long denial, lol. I had been going through a lot of emotional difficulties in the last two weeks so hadnt really spent any time preparing myself for the fact that baby was coming- when I think about it now, I shudder. I hadnt been to any ante-natal classes, I hadnt bothered to pack a bag, and where I had read many books and magazines on pregnancy, I always skipped the bits about labour and babies. I think I had convinced myself it would stay in there forever, lol.
So my uncle came to pick me up, and as we drove to their house I mentioned that I was getting twinges but dismissed them as probably nothing. All I really remember from that day is that we went out walking round their local shopping centre, and the pains got steadily worse- still I insisted it was nothing! At one point, my poor 18 year old cousin watched me terrified, as I was doubled over in Clintons
By then it was obvious to everyone but me that I was in labour, and while my uncle drove me home my aunt rang my step-mum (who was my birth partner) to warn her that baby was on its way
I got home at around 9pm, and I had been coping quite well with the pains literally until the second I shut my front door- once I had nothing distracting me, they felt like they were ripping my stomach apart, and as I accepted that I was in labour I was terrified- I was alone, in pain and thoroughly un-prepared. I got in the bath and calmed down a little, and an hour and a half later I texted my step-mum saying I didnt want to get out as it was so comforting- I still have her reply, 4 years later, which says You cant do that or you will have a baby mermaid
So I hauled myself out and rang an ambulance, then texted step-mum to meet me at the hospital.
In the ambulance they timed my contractions properly (I had been a little vague with timings as I was so freaked, lol), and they were less than 3 minutes apart, so when I arrived at around midnight I was taken straight up to delivery, but found to be only 4cm dilated. Step-mum turned up not long after, apparently to me howling like a banshee! I was sucking madly on the gas and air, but tbh it didnt seem to be helping much. Then the midwife told me I would be having an epidural- when I asked about pethidine, she told me rather snottily that theres no way youre going to cope having this baby with anything less than an epidural, love. Charming! The anaesthetist freaked me out a bit when she was warning me about the dangers, but I got step-mum to distract me with what had happened that evening on Corrie while they were doing it, then waited for that delightful numbing sensation everyone talks about...
... And nothing. I kept telling the MW that it hadnt worked, that I could still feel everything, but she kept saying to wait a little longer then buggering off. In what felt like no time at all, I got the most intense urge to push- that was the most surreal part of the entire experience, as I had no idea that your body made you push! Naively, I assumed the doctors had to tell you when to do it! Rather panicked, I asked step-mum to call the MW back, who huffed and puffed and was clearly thinking I was making a fuss over nothing, until she examined me- and found I was 10cm! The epidural may have done nothing to ease my pain, but it sent my labour on super-speed and I went from 4cm to fully dilated in 45 minutes!
Suddenly it was all hands on deck, but tbh I remember very little from this bit as I panicked and started panting into the gas and air- a rather stupid thing to do, as it sent me high as a kite and I wasnt listening to a word anyone said. Apparently I was told to push, then to stop- I just kept on pushing, and at 2:13am on the 3rd of January 2007, Amelia shot into the world like a little cannonball! I now know how dangerous that could have been- possibly giving her brain damage, or if shed have had the cord wrapped round her, so the biggest thing I will be taking into this labour will be LISTEN TO THE PROFESSIONALS!!!
And that is my story of how I gave birth to The Pud. I wonder how its going to go with this little Pumpkin?
just bought them some new clothes and Jaycee is in 10-11yr clothes 
!!) if it doesn't work it would be fun trying!! 
Maybe this one will follow suit!
can't do nipple stimulation, I feel ridonkulous, lol.
