toni64539
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Well, what can I say. It's been a thoroughly upsetting/exciting/traumatising/exhausting 11 days. I know all you ladies want to go into labour early, but trust me, nothing can prepare you for the rollercoaster that goes along with it. Some water trickled out after I'd had a wee at 34.2 weeks at 6:30 on tues 14th June, I was so scared, rung my hospital to be told "sorry were closed were full, where's your next nearest hospital" and when I told them the next hospital, "sorry they are closed too" and the next nearest, "also closed" We ended up driving an hour to the next nearest hospital that wasn't closed, all the while loosing gallons of water and blood. We eventually got to St James' in Leeds (amazing hospital) where further water continued to pour out all over a&e floor, was in my shoes and everything lol. I was taken straight to delivery to trace babies heartbeat and monitor my contractions as they were reluctant to check how far along I was due to premature membrane rupture and chance of infection. Eventually at midnight they decided to check me as I was getting quite antsy by this point, and I was 5cms! Decided to have a puff on g & a then (lovely stuff) but at about 1:45 g & a had stopped helping and was really moaning through the end of each contraction, so midwife ( who was amazing, I owe her so much) checked me again, and I had a contraction mid check, nothing more painful than having an almighty contraction with someones hand right up your foof! She then said I was 9cms and about ready to push, no sooner had she said that then my body was pushing! Such a weird feeling, five pushes and he was out, at 24 am. I was so unprepared for the whole thing, not been to antenatal classes or packed hossy bags properly or anything, which looking back was probably a good thing, I didn't have time to dwell or stress about anything. My whole labour from start to finish was 7 1/2 hours. Pretty much as soon as he was born he was taken away to neo-natal due to 'grunting' (breathing problems) I was heartbroken, eventually a few hours later they took us to see him, all wired up in an incubator, sounds silly but I was devastated to not have been the first person to put a nappy on him or cuddle him or feed him, and I think I will always grieve for loosing those firsts. After a few days I was allowed to hold him once a day, and change his nappy through the incubator windows, SOOOO not how it should be. By day 4 he was making real progress, everything going in the right direction when he had a massive setback, he'd caught an infection in his blood, was such a scary moment, doctors flying round trying to sort him. Eventually he was in a stable enough condition to move nearer to home so was transported in an ambulance to a different hospital, but I wasn't allowed to stay on maternity then, was horrendous leaving him at night, at least in St James' I was only upstairs, although that was heartbreaking enough! Finally now, 4 days after his transfer he is well enough to be on a transitional care ward where I can stay with him and try to establish breastfeeding. It's depressing and lonely in here but I don't care, at least I can be with him. He is progressing really well with his feeds, so hopefully won't be too long before we can go home. I wouldn't wish the emotional trauma we've been through on anyone. My poor little son has been treat like a pin cushion for the first ten day of his life and deprived of cuddles and time with mummy and daddy, I will always be sad about his first weeks but at least he is coming out of it and should be fine. Embrace the end of your pregnancy girls, because if baby comes early, it will cause you so much more stress and upset than being 'still pregnant and fat' lol. My son is so amazing and strong and brave, and i love him so much. Will put pics up soon, when i get home. Love to you all and hope you all have super smooth births and aftercare xxxx