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Well it's been eighteen days. Eighteen days of amazement, happiness, baby smells, squirty poo and lots of visitors!
Our beautiful little angel Bethany Elsie Ellis made our family of two a family of three on 13th October. So, here is the story of how she entered the world...
I woke up on the morning of my due date with what I thought were Braxton Hicks. I could only just about feel them. After an hour or so I realised that they were quite regular so I started to time them at 12:45 (according to my contraction timer). They were around 3-4 minutes apart and lasting between 30-60 seconds. According to the NHS website, that meant I was in labour. An hour and a half later, they were starting to hurt a bit more so I called the hospital. The woman said that I probably wasn't in labour and to leave it a bit longer before coming in. She then asked if I'd felt the baby move and I told her that I had but not very much, so she said I should go in to be monitored.
At triage I was put on a monitor to look at my contractions and baby's heartbeat. I was offered pain relief but I said no - that's how little pain I was actually in! After half an hour she came back and examined me. She was very surprised that I was 2½ centimetres dilated. At that point I wanted to go home but she told me to just go for a walk and come back in an hour. Quite soon after I'd left the pain started to get much worse; probably because she'd had a bit of a fiddle :/ I went back an hour later and was examined again. I was now 3cm but still not in established labour until 4 cm. But the midwife rang the labour ward to see if they would take me because I was now asking for pain relief.
The labour ward was quiet and there was a room available so they agreed to admit me. This was around 7pm. Quite soon after that I started on the gas. I didn't feel any dizziness or wooziness that people say you get with it so I'm convinced it was just oxygen and they were lying to me! It didn't do much for the pain either! I'm not sure how long I was on that for before asking for an epidural. I tried to go for as long as I could without any more pain relief but it was just too much and I was tired.
I had been worried about the epidural because it's a big procedure that can go so horribly wrong, but at the time I was in so much pain that I didn't care about the risks. I just wanted something that would help me right there and then and we could deal with any consequences later on.
The local anaesthetic was the worst bit. It stung like a bitch! After that I didn't feel anything. I lay down and was completely pain free for about an hour and a half. My legs didn't go numb and because they'd put a catheter in, I just felt a constant urge to pee.
As the pain started to come back, I told the midwife and she went to get me a top up. She topped the epidural up twice but the pain didn't go away. I was puffing on the gas and begging for for something to take the pain away and I just kept being told that the anaesthetist was on his way back and would be here soon. I don't know how long that went on for, but my husband said it was a long time and even he was getting annoyed because it really seemed like I was being fobbed off.
Because I was moving around so much, they couldn't monitor baby properly and asked for permission to put a clip on her head. For this, they had to break my waters. She examined me again at that point and I was 7cm dilated. After that, when I had a contraction I was pushing and I couldn't help it. I was scared because on OBEM they always say that if you start pushing before you're fully dilated you can tear quite badly. But I just couldn't help it. I pushed and pushed and that's when I pooed! I knew I done it because I could feel it and smell it! I remember screaming "I've pooed and I don't even care!" And it really is SO true when they say that when it comes to it you really don't care! I'd have pooed in every corner of the room in front of the entire hospital staff if it had made the pain go away!
So, I pushed with every contraction and I told the midwife I was pushing. She told me to try not to and I told her I couldn't stop. So she told me to just go with it and do what I needed to do. I was pushing and I could feel that burn that everyone talks about. Then someone said they could see the head. I was petrified but also really relieved that it was nearly over. The midwife told me to pant and do tiny pushes to get the head out. But with the next contraction I couldn't stop myself and did one big push and instantly felt relief. The head, followed by the rest of the baby had all come out in that one push. We'd gone from the head crowning to full blown birth in just one push!! And I didn't tear whatsoever
So our gorgeous torpedo headed little lady arrived at 5.44am weighing 7lbs 13oz 
Then the drama started... Beth was blue as a smurf and not breathing - so that was my delayed cord clamping out of the window! But as soon as the cord was cut she gasped and started crying. They handed her to me for a a few seconds and when I saw her, my first word was "fuck". God knows why! Then they whisked her away to make sure she was okay. Then they brought her back and we had a cuddle.
I had opted not to have the injection to deliver the placenta so we waited for that to happen. In the meantime I was bleeding and apparently it was pretty bad. I was oblivious because I couldn't feel anything down there and I felt perfectly well. People kept asking me if I felt dizzy or sick or shaky or anything and I kept saying no. After an hour and a litre of blood loss later we decided it was best to have the injection. I was fine with it because I knew it was necessary, and what I was trying to avoid was unnecessary drugs, so by this point I was more than happy for it to happen. Soon after, the placenta was delivered, the bleeding slowed down, I was put on a drip and then we all went to sleep for a few hours.
Later that afternoon I had a shower and was moved to a ward. We stayed in over night and most of the next day and we were discharged that evening.
Our beautiful little angel Bethany Elsie Ellis made our family of two a family of three on 13th October. So, here is the story of how she entered the world...
I woke up on the morning of my due date with what I thought were Braxton Hicks. I could only just about feel them. After an hour or so I realised that they were quite regular so I started to time them at 12:45 (according to my contraction timer). They were around 3-4 minutes apart and lasting between 30-60 seconds. According to the NHS website, that meant I was in labour. An hour and a half later, they were starting to hurt a bit more so I called the hospital. The woman said that I probably wasn't in labour and to leave it a bit longer before coming in. She then asked if I'd felt the baby move and I told her that I had but not very much, so she said I should go in to be monitored.
At triage I was put on a monitor to look at my contractions and baby's heartbeat. I was offered pain relief but I said no - that's how little pain I was actually in! After half an hour she came back and examined me. She was very surprised that I was 2½ centimetres dilated. At that point I wanted to go home but she told me to just go for a walk and come back in an hour. Quite soon after I'd left the pain started to get much worse; probably because she'd had a bit of a fiddle :/ I went back an hour later and was examined again. I was now 3cm but still not in established labour until 4 cm. But the midwife rang the labour ward to see if they would take me because I was now asking for pain relief.
The labour ward was quiet and there was a room available so they agreed to admit me. This was around 7pm. Quite soon after that I started on the gas. I didn't feel any dizziness or wooziness that people say you get with it so I'm convinced it was just oxygen and they were lying to me! It didn't do much for the pain either! I'm not sure how long I was on that for before asking for an epidural. I tried to go for as long as I could without any more pain relief but it was just too much and I was tired.
I had been worried about the epidural because it's a big procedure that can go so horribly wrong, but at the time I was in so much pain that I didn't care about the risks. I just wanted something that would help me right there and then and we could deal with any consequences later on.
The local anaesthetic was the worst bit. It stung like a bitch! After that I didn't feel anything. I lay down and was completely pain free for about an hour and a half. My legs didn't go numb and because they'd put a catheter in, I just felt a constant urge to pee.
As the pain started to come back, I told the midwife and she went to get me a top up. She topped the epidural up twice but the pain didn't go away. I was puffing on the gas and begging for for something to take the pain away and I just kept being told that the anaesthetist was on his way back and would be here soon. I don't know how long that went on for, but my husband said it was a long time and even he was getting annoyed because it really seemed like I was being fobbed off.
Because I was moving around so much, they couldn't monitor baby properly and asked for permission to put a clip on her head. For this, they had to break my waters. She examined me again at that point and I was 7cm dilated. After that, when I had a contraction I was pushing and I couldn't help it. I was scared because on OBEM they always say that if you start pushing before you're fully dilated you can tear quite badly. But I just couldn't help it. I pushed and pushed and that's when I pooed! I knew I done it because I could feel it and smell it! I remember screaming "I've pooed and I don't even care!" And it really is SO true when they say that when it comes to it you really don't care! I'd have pooed in every corner of the room in front of the entire hospital staff if it had made the pain go away!
So, I pushed with every contraction and I told the midwife I was pushing. She told me to try not to and I told her I couldn't stop. So she told me to just go with it and do what I needed to do. I was pushing and I could feel that burn that everyone talks about. Then someone said they could see the head. I was petrified but also really relieved that it was nearly over. The midwife told me to pant and do tiny pushes to get the head out. But with the next contraction I couldn't stop myself and did one big push and instantly felt relief. The head, followed by the rest of the baby had all come out in that one push. We'd gone from the head crowning to full blown birth in just one push!! And I didn't tear whatsoever
So our gorgeous torpedo headed little lady arrived at 5.44am weighing 7lbs 13oz Then the drama started... Beth was blue as a smurf and not breathing - so that was my delayed cord clamping out of the window! But as soon as the cord was cut she gasped and started crying. They handed her to me for a a few seconds and when I saw her, my first word was "fuck". God knows why! Then they whisked her away to make sure she was okay. Then they brought her back and we had a cuddle.
I had opted not to have the injection to deliver the placenta so we waited for that to happen. In the meantime I was bleeding and apparently it was pretty bad. I was oblivious because I couldn't feel anything down there and I felt perfectly well. People kept asking me if I felt dizzy or sick or shaky or anything and I kept saying no. After an hour and a litre of blood loss later we decided it was best to have the injection. I was fine with it because I knew it was necessary, and what I was trying to avoid was unnecessary drugs, so by this point I was more than happy for it to happen. Soon after, the placenta was delivered, the bleeding slowed down, I was put on a drip and then we all went to sleep for a few hours.
Later that afternoon I had a shower and was moved to a ward. We stayed in over night and most of the next day and we were discharged that evening.
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