Gillyboos
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Thursday 10th April -
At 41 weeks (and one unsuccessful sweep), I had to go to hospital due to reduced movement. They monitored me and then sent me for a scan. The scan showed low fluid, and the decision was made to induce me. We rushed home to get my bags (still don't know why we didn't put them in the car) and arrived back at hospital at 4pm. After a bit of waiting around the senior midwife told me that they were too busy to start induction and that they'd put me on the ward and do it at 7.30am. Not wanting to stay on my own for no reason, we decided to go home and go back in the morning.
Friday 11th April -
On the way to hospital I was convinced I was going to be disappointed again but as soon as we got there, we did my obs and the internal showed I was still a 5 on the Bishop scale. Pessary inserted and the waiting game began.
Mark and I spent the day watching Sons of Anarchy and Frozen! At around 8pm I started getting pains that were coming and going, every 4-5 minutes for around a minute. The midwife popped me on the monitor and told us they weren't proper contractions - gutted. At around 10.30, I was told I'd be going to the ward for the night, didn't look like anything was going to happen so I sent Mark home so we could both rest.
Went to sleep but was woken quite quickly by bad cramps. These started getting pretty painful and I asked for paracetamol. I couldn't lay down as they hurt more, so I took to pacing the ward. At this point I started feeling sick and with each pain I was beginning to gag. It was around 1am now and the midwife on ward came to see me, she popped me on the monitor and I started crying saying I felt like a wimp ha!
The monitor showed that baby's heartrate was dropping with each contraction. I started panicking, the midwife called a colleague and they decided to take the pessary out. Pessary out, contractions didn't stop, just increased pain wise.
The next bit is a blur, there were doctors and they started telling me they were prepping me for theatre. Canula in, gown on, stockings etc. I remember shaking really badly and then all of a sudden Mark was there and they were putting a drip in my arm.
2am - Examined and still 1cm. The consultant wanted me monitored on labour ward for 30mins whilst everything was prepared. Once in the labour suite the contractions started getting really painful, I couldn't lay so I stood and swayed whilst squeezing Mark's thumbs. Baby's heartrate was a lot better. I begged for an epidural as the contractions had me arching my back and rising in my tiptoes, I was also really tired. Midwife said I wasn't in established labour so couldn't have one. I cried a lot at this as I couldn't imagine how much more painful it was going to get. I kept asking about my section but no one would answer me. I started demanding to go to the loo, so they took me off the drip and I went and sat on the loo. Next thing I remember is Mark banging on the door and asking if I was asleep...turns out I was.
The next contraction had me bent double and I told Mark that the contraction was making me push. He called the midwife and she said I wouldn't be ready just yet, then another contraction came and I was doubled over, at which point the midwife said "ooooh you do look like you're bearing down, lets examine you", I was so relieved. It had been nearly 3 hrs since they'd last looked. She looked and I was 9cms, she buzzed a colleague and said she'd need her in around 30mins. I got my second burst of energy then as I knew it was soon. She told me I could push on the next contraction, I did and she said she could see the head. This seemed to surprise her as she told Mark to press the buzzer. The other mw came in and 2 more pushes and his head was out. I felt the need to push again and did, out came the rest of him! It was very quick and he sort of flew out ha!
He was all arms and legs everywhere. Mark told me we had a little boy and then he was placed on my chest. The best bit was when Mark started speaking, Otto turned his head to look at him. Our little family was complete. He was born at 5.31am 12-04-14, weighing 6lb 14.
At 41 weeks (and one unsuccessful sweep), I had to go to hospital due to reduced movement. They monitored me and then sent me for a scan. The scan showed low fluid, and the decision was made to induce me. We rushed home to get my bags (still don't know why we didn't put them in the car) and arrived back at hospital at 4pm. After a bit of waiting around the senior midwife told me that they were too busy to start induction and that they'd put me on the ward and do it at 7.30am. Not wanting to stay on my own for no reason, we decided to go home and go back in the morning.
Friday 11th April -
On the way to hospital I was convinced I was going to be disappointed again but as soon as we got there, we did my obs and the internal showed I was still a 5 on the Bishop scale. Pessary inserted and the waiting game began.
Mark and I spent the day watching Sons of Anarchy and Frozen! At around 8pm I started getting pains that were coming and going, every 4-5 minutes for around a minute. The midwife popped me on the monitor and told us they weren't proper contractions - gutted. At around 10.30, I was told I'd be going to the ward for the night, didn't look like anything was going to happen so I sent Mark home so we could both rest.
Went to sleep but was woken quite quickly by bad cramps. These started getting pretty painful and I asked for paracetamol. I couldn't lay down as they hurt more, so I took to pacing the ward. At this point I started feeling sick and with each pain I was beginning to gag. It was around 1am now and the midwife on ward came to see me, she popped me on the monitor and I started crying saying I felt like a wimp ha!
The monitor showed that baby's heartrate was dropping with each contraction. I started panicking, the midwife called a colleague and they decided to take the pessary out. Pessary out, contractions didn't stop, just increased pain wise.
The next bit is a blur, there were doctors and they started telling me they were prepping me for theatre. Canula in, gown on, stockings etc. I remember shaking really badly and then all of a sudden Mark was there and they were putting a drip in my arm.
2am - Examined and still 1cm. The consultant wanted me monitored on labour ward for 30mins whilst everything was prepared. Once in the labour suite the contractions started getting really painful, I couldn't lay so I stood and swayed whilst squeezing Mark's thumbs. Baby's heartrate was a lot better. I begged for an epidural as the contractions had me arching my back and rising in my tiptoes, I was also really tired. Midwife said I wasn't in established labour so couldn't have one. I cried a lot at this as I couldn't imagine how much more painful it was going to get. I kept asking about my section but no one would answer me. I started demanding to go to the loo, so they took me off the drip and I went and sat on the loo. Next thing I remember is Mark banging on the door and asking if I was asleep...turns out I was.
The next contraction had me bent double and I told Mark that the contraction was making me push. He called the midwife and she said I wouldn't be ready just yet, then another contraction came and I was doubled over, at which point the midwife said "ooooh you do look like you're bearing down, lets examine you", I was so relieved. It had been nearly 3 hrs since they'd last looked. She looked and I was 9cms, she buzzed a colleague and said she'd need her in around 30mins. I got my second burst of energy then as I knew it was soon. She told me I could push on the next contraction, I did and she said she could see the head. This seemed to surprise her as she told Mark to press the buzzer. The other mw came in and 2 more pushes and his head was out. I felt the need to push again and did, out came the rest of him! It was very quick and he sort of flew out ha!
He was all arms and legs everywhere. Mark told me we had a little boy and then he was placed on my chest. The best bit was when Mark started speaking, Otto turned his head to look at him. Our little family was complete. He was born at 5.31am 12-04-14, weighing 6lb 14.
