little_fish
22-06-2007, 11:41 AM
It all started on a cool dark Monday night. I was exceptionally tired after having a dodgy nights sleep the night before. So after falling alseep behind the computer, I decided to head to bed about 9:30. I woke at 10:45 for my first wee of the night, but when I dropped my pants to go to the toilet, I found my waters were breaking all over the floor. Contractions started withing minutes at about 10 minutes apart.
I tried unsuccessfuly to sleep and ended up just doing laps of the living room until 3am when the contractions were 3 minutes apart. We decided to call the midwife and go to the hospital then. When we got there, it was pretty obvious the her that I was in early stages. I was only 2cm dilated, and so she suggested that we go home and wait a bit longer. Did that, and found out what contractions really feel like. :eek: It was lucky we were at home because I think I would have had an epidural if not a c/s if we'd been at the hospital, just wanted it out. I had been using the tens machine before the first trip to the hosp, but after that, I could no longer work out how to use it, or had the ability to change it to high power during contractions. so it just sat there on a moderate setting.
Went back to the hosp at 8am and was 7cm dilated. By then I had no idea what was going on around me. I spent the rest of the labour in the shower not believing quite how loudly I could scream. I tried using gas, but I could only do it between contractions because I was too busy screaming during. And then the midwife was telling me not to use them between.
At 9:40 Nick was born. I looked and immediately saw he was a boy, it took them most of a minute to get him breathing (half a second off being rushed out to the resus table in the hall). They'd had to tear me and clamp the chord on his way out cos he had the chord wrapped twice around his neck, leaving no way out. DH said that resulted in a different sort of scream:( )
Got the injection and delivered the placenta in mintues. I hadn't planned on having this, but seeing as the chord had been cut anyway, there was no point in waiting.
Then I got my much needed shower, lots of tummy time, a first feed and then 3 hours later the joys of being stitched up. The baby was tested for everything, we filled in heaps of paper work (well the middies did, I was too much in a daze to really register anything) and then by 5 hours later we were on our way home.
That's about all I can think of with my baby brain at the moment. Not a very riveting story, but there you have it. :D
I tried unsuccessfuly to sleep and ended up just doing laps of the living room until 3am when the contractions were 3 minutes apart. We decided to call the midwife and go to the hospital then. When we got there, it was pretty obvious the her that I was in early stages. I was only 2cm dilated, and so she suggested that we go home and wait a bit longer. Did that, and found out what contractions really feel like. :eek: It was lucky we were at home because I think I would have had an epidural if not a c/s if we'd been at the hospital, just wanted it out. I had been using the tens machine before the first trip to the hosp, but after that, I could no longer work out how to use it, or had the ability to change it to high power during contractions. so it just sat there on a moderate setting.
Went back to the hosp at 8am and was 7cm dilated. By then I had no idea what was going on around me. I spent the rest of the labour in the shower not believing quite how loudly I could scream. I tried using gas, but I could only do it between contractions because I was too busy screaming during. And then the midwife was telling me not to use them between.
At 9:40 Nick was born. I looked and immediately saw he was a boy, it took them most of a minute to get him breathing (half a second off being rushed out to the resus table in the hall). They'd had to tear me and clamp the chord on his way out cos he had the chord wrapped twice around his neck, leaving no way out. DH said that resulted in a different sort of scream:( )
Got the injection and delivered the placenta in mintues. I hadn't planned on having this, but seeing as the chord had been cut anyway, there was no point in waiting.
Then I got my much needed shower, lots of tummy time, a first feed and then 3 hours later the joys of being stitched up. The baby was tested for everything, we filled in heaps of paper work (well the middies did, I was too much in a daze to really register anything) and then by 5 hours later we were on our way home.
That's about all I can think of with my baby brain at the moment. Not a very riveting story, but there you have it. :D