I was glad to be on maternity leave. I'd been having a few braxton hicks end of May, and every twinge I was wondering if this was it. It's a very weird time at the close of pregnancy. Each day you wonder 'is it going to be today?' However, it had gone quiet for a few days. It was very warm and the weather was gorgeous. On the Friday afternoon, I went for a long walk around the marsh, and was basking in the sunshine and enjoying my huge bump and getting a bit of fresh air. I couldn't really walk far, or do much as I got tired really quickly. I took quite a few sit downs on my walk but I was out for a while.
My waters broke early Saturday morning, 4th June
2011, as I turned over in bed...they went pop! It was around 4.30am. Problem
was I saw they weren’t clear; they were a weird browny green colour. I had read about this - it looked like baby had opened her bowels. This can
be a sign that baby is in distress. I was amazingly calm and didn’t panic, and
just tried not to think about anything but getting safely to the hospital. I was terrified, but I was too terrified to panic or cry, and I just kept very calm.
We very quickly got cleaned up and got to the maternity
assessment unit and baby was monitored. Baby seemed fine – I was so relieved.
My waters kept leaking...I can’t believe how much fluid there was. I started very quickly with mild
contractions. They hoped labour would start & contracts get regular. Unfortunately,
they didn’t get regular.
So after a few hours, they took me to a delivery room where
they induced me. This brought on very painful contractions and I decided on an
epidural. The anaesthetist had just gone to surgery so this was delayed for ages.
Then when I got it, I still felt contractions. I had a boost but it didn’t
work. Anaesthetist was again in theatre
when the midwife asked him to come back. He finally came out and gave me a
different kind of injection which worked for about 2 hours max then wore off. It was very painful.
I was shattered as I had been in pain pretty much from
getting to the hospital and was hoping the epidural would let me get some rest.
But we were in the early hours of the next morning by now and they examined me
and I was nearly ready to push.
Problem was, the epidural had taken effect (not where I needed it) and I
couldn’t feel the sensation to push, and therefore didn’t know how or where to
push.
The midwife guided me through and after an hour of pushing
with no head in sight, they brought in the Dr’s. The Dr’s said there was a chance
of C-section but they wanted to try forceps first.
By this point, I was so tired, and in so much pain, I was
barely aware of what was going on. I signed the forms and got sent to theatre,
prepped ready for a C-section just in case.
However, we managed to deliver by forceps and I escaped a c-section. When they told
us it was a girl I could barely believe it. It was 6.18am Sunday 5th. I was euphoric, but all the drugs had made
me vomit and that time in recovery was spent throwing up, when I should have
been having my skin-to-skin with her. Daddy had lots of cuddles with her though
and they gave me an anti-sickness shot and I felt a bit better then. We did get
some skin to skin though eventually.
After the birth I got sent to a ward and it was all a bit
weird as I was completely numb from the waist down. I didn’t manage to sleep and I
was so tired I can barely even remember what happened that day!
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