purplehippy
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So.
Went in for induction on friday 20th May. Didn't get started with the Propez (sp?) which is the goo on a string, til about 11pm. I think. Spent the next 24 hours experiencing mildish tightenings but nothing was actually happening.
Martin only pops in for a little, we mostly play cards. But the staff on delivery ward where I am being induced, are fab and I often have my midwife sat with me, chatting about all sorts of crap. Was nice to have such great company.
At 11pm saturday, it was removed and after removal, I started experiencing more painful tightenings. Re-examined at 4am, I'm 2cm dilated. Woop woop. But tightenings have stopped (possibly because I was asleep, not standing). My first Prostin pessary is inserted and causes what feel like much stronger tightenings. I eventually fall asleep.
I get a second pessary 6 hours from then, because there's no progress. Again, thanks go to the wonderful staff who make my stay feel like I'm on holiday, rather than being induced. Another 6 hours from then, and there is STILL no progress and I'm told I'll have my waters broken artificially, but that I will probably need stirrups and gas and air for the procedure because my cervix, while now soft and 2cm dilated, is still high up and long.
At 9pm, my waters are ruptured - a different experience but the rupturing wasn't painful. The poking around up there was painful though, on account of three days of having people's hands up there! There's meconium in the waters and it takes 2 midwives several goes to get a clip on Daisy's head.
We had put the iPod on, quietly, before the ARM procedure but I admit to not having a clue what was on from this point - I'm high on gas and air, and the contractions are so harsh straight away that I'm unable to concentrate on anything. After the third one, before they are any closer together, my midwife realises I'm not coping (already!) and mentions the E word. I burst into tears. My birthplan says NO to pethidine, epidurals, blah. But me, realising I've got god knows how many more hours of this, and that I am already not coping, say yes. I burst into tears again.
Half hour later, I think, is when they are trying to get the epidural started. I'm wasted on gas and air and am writhing on the bed (I'm unaware much, of what I'm doing, but my bloke has told me it looked like I was trying to climb off the bed the whole time, despite being attached to a drip).
The anaesthetist is talking me through everything apparently, but I think Alabama 3's 'Hypo Full of Love' is playing because her voice is the voice of the singer, telling me the 'steps' of the epidural in the manner he is talking to people in the song. I remember thinking I must remember that because it's funny.
They are trying to get me sat up and I feel the urge to push so badly, but I don't try to and I don't mention it, because I thought I'd not be ready after only an hour since my waters were ruptured.
Half an hour later I'm actually positioned well enough for the needle to go in the right place - thanks to the SPD, contractions, and being constipated all day, it was very hard for me to sit up and in the position they wanted me. Eventually everything is in place but not til after I've chewed the shoulders of Martin and various midwives etc, who have been supporting me while sat there...
I think they topped it up once. I'm still on the gas and air because it honest to god hurts that much. My first baby was never like this!!! Eight hours of a miles gentler labour on gas and air are definitely miles better than this.
Midnight, my midwife is passing the end of the bed and looks towards me and sees head. Oops. I was struggling not to push at all, so I started pushing and bloody hell, it hurt more than when I had my first. She asks me to stop but as Daisy starts to turn, my SPD decides to flare so badly I push the rest of her out.
Damned baby had had her hand on her head which was why that bit hurt so much - luckily she didn't tear me at all, and my perinium stayed intact, none of the rest of me tore either... Go me.
Midwife asks if I'd wanted her on my chest and I say yes, not realising she's asking because Daisy IS on my chest. I was just too shocked to notice.
I have the injection to expel the placenta but it is refusing to come out for ages and she mentions surgery - but then it comes out. Most of it. I've been 'giving birth' to the rest over the last week, which has stopped now - that was freaky. She has catheterised me also which really effing hurts, to try get it out. Ouchies.
I'm kept on the drip because there's concern over my blood loss but that is fine, I just bleed more on my medication.
Daisy is cute and lovely and covered in poo, lovely... And that's that. Three hours nine minutes and it'd have been shorter if I'd mentioned the urge to push!
I will not make mention of the aftercare as there's a whole load of shit regarding my dairy intolerance and once I was eventually moved to the postnatal ward I end up in a whole heap of upset and they discharged me earlier than they were meant to. Ah well, at least I was able to start eating again!
Some random pics for you...
My older girl yesterday, with Daisy:
My bloke and his son with Daisy at hospital:
Bloke, me, baby:
Daisy Sydney Dwynwen Holmes:
Right. I'm off now - I will peep in as and when I can, but she boobfeeds so frequently that I'm surprised I've gotten this much time away! I think she's settling into some sort of routine now. But I'd like to go sit with her and my OH for a while now.
Went in for induction on friday 20th May. Didn't get started with the Propez (sp?) which is the goo on a string, til about 11pm. I think. Spent the next 24 hours experiencing mildish tightenings but nothing was actually happening.
Martin only pops in for a little, we mostly play cards. But the staff on delivery ward where I am being induced, are fab and I often have my midwife sat with me, chatting about all sorts of crap. Was nice to have such great company.
At 11pm saturday, it was removed and after removal, I started experiencing more painful tightenings. Re-examined at 4am, I'm 2cm dilated. Woop woop. But tightenings have stopped (possibly because I was asleep, not standing). My first Prostin pessary is inserted and causes what feel like much stronger tightenings. I eventually fall asleep.
I get a second pessary 6 hours from then, because there's no progress. Again, thanks go to the wonderful staff who make my stay feel like I'm on holiday, rather than being induced. Another 6 hours from then, and there is STILL no progress and I'm told I'll have my waters broken artificially, but that I will probably need stirrups and gas and air for the procedure because my cervix, while now soft and 2cm dilated, is still high up and long.
At 9pm, my waters are ruptured - a different experience but the rupturing wasn't painful. The poking around up there was painful though, on account of three days of having people's hands up there! There's meconium in the waters and it takes 2 midwives several goes to get a clip on Daisy's head.
We had put the iPod on, quietly, before the ARM procedure but I admit to not having a clue what was on from this point - I'm high on gas and air, and the contractions are so harsh straight away that I'm unable to concentrate on anything. After the third one, before they are any closer together, my midwife realises I'm not coping (already!) and mentions the E word. I burst into tears. My birthplan says NO to pethidine, epidurals, blah. But me, realising I've got god knows how many more hours of this, and that I am already not coping, say yes. I burst into tears again.
Half hour later, I think, is when they are trying to get the epidural started. I'm wasted on gas and air and am writhing on the bed (I'm unaware much, of what I'm doing, but my bloke has told me it looked like I was trying to climb off the bed the whole time, despite being attached to a drip).
The anaesthetist is talking me through everything apparently, but I think Alabama 3's 'Hypo Full of Love' is playing because her voice is the voice of the singer, telling me the 'steps' of the epidural in the manner he is talking to people in the song. I remember thinking I must remember that because it's funny.
They are trying to get me sat up and I feel the urge to push so badly, but I don't try to and I don't mention it, because I thought I'd not be ready after only an hour since my waters were ruptured.
Half an hour later I'm actually positioned well enough for the needle to go in the right place - thanks to the SPD, contractions, and being constipated all day, it was very hard for me to sit up and in the position they wanted me. Eventually everything is in place but not til after I've chewed the shoulders of Martin and various midwives etc, who have been supporting me while sat there...
I think they topped it up once. I'm still on the gas and air because it honest to god hurts that much. My first baby was never like this!!! Eight hours of a miles gentler labour on gas and air are definitely miles better than this.
Midnight, my midwife is passing the end of the bed and looks towards me and sees head. Oops. I was struggling not to push at all, so I started pushing and bloody hell, it hurt more than when I had my first. She asks me to stop but as Daisy starts to turn, my SPD decides to flare so badly I push the rest of her out.
Damned baby had had her hand on her head which was why that bit hurt so much - luckily she didn't tear me at all, and my perinium stayed intact, none of the rest of me tore either... Go me.
Midwife asks if I'd wanted her on my chest and I say yes, not realising she's asking because Daisy IS on my chest. I was just too shocked to notice.
I have the injection to expel the placenta but it is refusing to come out for ages and she mentions surgery - but then it comes out. Most of it. I've been 'giving birth' to the rest over the last week, which has stopped now - that was freaky. She has catheterised me also which really effing hurts, to try get it out. Ouchies.
I'm kept on the drip because there's concern over my blood loss but that is fine, I just bleed more on my medication.
Daisy is cute and lovely and covered in poo, lovely... And that's that. Three hours nine minutes and it'd have been shorter if I'd mentioned the urge to push!
I will not make mention of the aftercare as there's a whole load of shit regarding my dairy intolerance and once I was eventually moved to the postnatal ward I end up in a whole heap of upset and they discharged me earlier than they were meant to. Ah well, at least I was able to start eating again!
Some random pics for you...
My older girl yesterday, with Daisy:
My bloke and his son with Daisy at hospital:
Bloke, me, baby:
Daisy Sydney Dwynwen Holmes:
Right. I'm off now - I will peep in as and when I can, but she boobfeeds so frequently that I'm surprised I've gotten this much time away! I think she's settling into some sort of routine now. But I'd like to go sit with her and my OH for a while now.
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She is just lovely.xx
