Loopy Linda
18-10-2007, 22:17
Hi,
I am Linda and i am mother to 3 boys. I wanted to share the story of my youngest son's birth....I have been upset by it and just wanted to ...umm...not really sure what i want....anyway here goes, by the way this is pretty log...sorry but i had a lot i needed to say...
I already had two sons, the eldest was induced, and he needed forceps ( decided to come out with his head facing up instead of down). but it was only 4 hours of labour and looking back not too painful, although the gas made me ill and i had the pethidine shot. 2nd one was again 4 hour labour, but not induced and no forceps. I was so proud of myself that i only had gas and no pethidine this time.
Then number 3 came along. My first son is now 11, and 2nd is 4 so i got a bit cocky this time, i had tossed up whether i should try no pain relief at all...or having the gas because in between contractions was a bit of fun. I explained it all to my 4yr old ..he was ok with it all, mummy was going to hospital and the dr was going to help our baby come out. then mummy and baby will stay in hospital for 2 or 3 days ( i have a minor heart problem and need and extra day or so of monitoring) then when i come home i will bring his baby brother.
The contractions started early on morning before father's day...Yippee i wouldn't be fat much longer..but then they stopped, they started, got a bit stronger ..then stopped. and so on for rest of day...by 9pm i had enough and although i wasn't having regular contractions i was having some strong ones so hubby and i went to hospital. i am an impatient person and with first 2 contractions started, got stronger and baby came out...4hours was from first contraction. this was strange with the stop starting.
At hospital on the monitor i barely had 2-3 contractions in an hour the midwife was going to send me home, she decided to give me internal first though...big shock i was 8cm dilated....yippee my baby was nearly here..
I got to have a nice big bath and wait....around 11:30 pm my water broke and the midwife said to us we might be lucky to get our pic in paper with first fathers day baby in area...it was so close
then the pain kept getting worse...but nothing else...soon i was sucking on the gas
But the gas wasn't helping and it was now about 1am...i couldn't work out what was taking so long and why it hurt so bad...soon i had the pethidine and kept the gas in my mouth...but it really hurt....
the midwife got a dr apparently i was still only 8cm yet my contractions were sooooo bad and i had been pushing since midnight...nothing was happening though
At first the dr was really rude ( actually not just at first) even though i already had two kids...i didn't know how to push properly! ( pretty sure you can't go too wrong here)..
then they found out that baby's head was still too high and not coming down...the dr was pushing his hand insiide me during a contraction to try and move my cervix...that hurt soo bad...
i remember getting really upset and telling them how bad it was hurting and the dr told me i was a silly girl ( i am a 30yr old married woman) to push prperly, and also that i already had two kids i should know it hurts!...
it is now around 3-4am and still going on...i was crying for a ceasarian...begging for him to "cut me and get it out" i was so tired and in so much pain.
then my baby's heartbeat started sropping...it must have gotten serious as i remember the dr saying "..because you diddn't push properly your baby is in distress and you need to have a caesarian.." ( you could not imagine firstly how upsetting his words were...but how grateful i was for caesar)
through out labour i kept looking at hubby...he was white as a sheet in end...and crying
i was taken for my ceasar, but being early sunday morning surgeons had to be rung at home, woken and come in...
My beautiful boy was born around 5am ( i am horrible, i don't know what time it was) and taken away to be checked and stay with dad while i am fixed up.
i was so happy, that had been the worst labour and i was glad we had already decided this was last one,
when i got into my room my hubby came in with baby and cried and kissed me...baby looked like a blend of his 2 brothers, he was perfect. hubby told me that the midwife measured him and his head was 39cms that is why he couldn't come out , his head was too big( where was that dr now????)
i sort of laughed it off, the eldest has always been called fat head due to his birth, now he was going to be demoted to little fat head...baby had taken his nickname!
for a couple of days everything was great...then on the tuesday( i was hoping to go home the next day) the paediatrician came to see us....apparently a fat head isn't such a good thing and baby had to have ultrasounds the next morning to see if all was ok
i can't believed i laughed it off...
Turns out there was a problem and baby had an arachnoid cyst, we were transferred to randwick childrens hospital and at 4 days of age my beautiful baby boy had brain surgery!
i spent days crying ( 3 day baby blues conincided with day of horrible newsand also day milk comes in but don't feed him for 10 hours in case they want to operate tonight, just let him cry and try to comfort him without a booby!)
i kept thing i took my older sons and their health for granted so much. in all baby and i spent 11 days in hospital, my husband doesn't drive so getting to the childrens hospital each day meant his father would not work so he could bring them down, it was an hour and a half trip with barely any traffic...with traffic was a nightmare
my husband and i felt so stressed, everytime he came to visit we would end up fighting and i would be in tears. my 4yr old got a rash that the dr said was due to fretting for me ( he is mummy's boy), my 11 yrold barely talked to anyone but looked on verge of tears all the time. My mother ended argueing with my hubby and his father...everyone was stressed and worried and nobody dealt with it well at all.
after his operation he receovered really well and we were able to come home a week later. i was so relieved.
everything got a lot better once we got home...kids relaxed, we relaxed and baby was going so good.
sorry this has been so long...i just had to get it out. i also wanted to add that in case anyone had read this far my little boy had and arachnoid cyst, and i think he also has agensis of the corpus callosum, so if you know of anyone with similar situation i would be interested in talking further....
thanks
just thought i would give an update to story. gordy's operation went very well, the operation punctured the cysts and they started to drain. his head has reduced in size due to cysts reducing and now is just about the right size for his weight. the cyst blocked his corpus callosum from either forming or developing so he will have another mri in a couple of months to look into this more. the corpus callosum is the part in between the two halves of the brain. this is the part that communicates between the two sides and co ordinates the body eg walking . because he is so young his brain will work out new ways to communicate and he shoud do all these things. he is 4 months old now and doing so well. we will just keep doing what the specialists recommend and love him the best we can..thanks everyone for your support, it has been so appreciated
I am Linda and i am mother to 3 boys. I wanted to share the story of my youngest son's birth....I have been upset by it and just wanted to ...umm...not really sure what i want....anyway here goes, by the way this is pretty log...sorry but i had a lot i needed to say...
I already had two sons, the eldest was induced, and he needed forceps ( decided to come out with his head facing up instead of down). but it was only 4 hours of labour and looking back not too painful, although the gas made me ill and i had the pethidine shot. 2nd one was again 4 hour labour, but not induced and no forceps. I was so proud of myself that i only had gas and no pethidine this time.
Then number 3 came along. My first son is now 11, and 2nd is 4 so i got a bit cocky this time, i had tossed up whether i should try no pain relief at all...or having the gas because in between contractions was a bit of fun. I explained it all to my 4yr old ..he was ok with it all, mummy was going to hospital and the dr was going to help our baby come out. then mummy and baby will stay in hospital for 2 or 3 days ( i have a minor heart problem and need and extra day or so of monitoring) then when i come home i will bring his baby brother.
The contractions started early on morning before father's day...Yippee i wouldn't be fat much longer..but then they stopped, they started, got a bit stronger ..then stopped. and so on for rest of day...by 9pm i had enough and although i wasn't having regular contractions i was having some strong ones so hubby and i went to hospital. i am an impatient person and with first 2 contractions started, got stronger and baby came out...4hours was from first contraction. this was strange with the stop starting.
At hospital on the monitor i barely had 2-3 contractions in an hour the midwife was going to send me home, she decided to give me internal first though...big shock i was 8cm dilated....yippee my baby was nearly here..
I got to have a nice big bath and wait....around 11:30 pm my water broke and the midwife said to us we might be lucky to get our pic in paper with first fathers day baby in area...it was so close
then the pain kept getting worse...but nothing else...soon i was sucking on the gas
But the gas wasn't helping and it was now about 1am...i couldn't work out what was taking so long and why it hurt so bad...soon i had the pethidine and kept the gas in my mouth...but it really hurt....
the midwife got a dr apparently i was still only 8cm yet my contractions were sooooo bad and i had been pushing since midnight...nothing was happening though
At first the dr was really rude ( actually not just at first) even though i already had two kids...i didn't know how to push properly! ( pretty sure you can't go too wrong here)..
then they found out that baby's head was still too high and not coming down...the dr was pushing his hand insiide me during a contraction to try and move my cervix...that hurt soo bad...
i remember getting really upset and telling them how bad it was hurting and the dr told me i was a silly girl ( i am a 30yr old married woman) to push prperly, and also that i already had two kids i should know it hurts!...
it is now around 3-4am and still going on...i was crying for a ceasarian...begging for him to "cut me and get it out" i was so tired and in so much pain.
then my baby's heartbeat started sropping...it must have gotten serious as i remember the dr saying "..because you diddn't push properly your baby is in distress and you need to have a caesarian.." ( you could not imagine firstly how upsetting his words were...but how grateful i was for caesar)
through out labour i kept looking at hubby...he was white as a sheet in end...and crying
i was taken for my ceasar, but being early sunday morning surgeons had to be rung at home, woken and come in...
My beautiful boy was born around 5am ( i am horrible, i don't know what time it was) and taken away to be checked and stay with dad while i am fixed up.
i was so happy, that had been the worst labour and i was glad we had already decided this was last one,
when i got into my room my hubby came in with baby and cried and kissed me...baby looked like a blend of his 2 brothers, he was perfect. hubby told me that the midwife measured him and his head was 39cms that is why he couldn't come out , his head was too big( where was that dr now????)
i sort of laughed it off, the eldest has always been called fat head due to his birth, now he was going to be demoted to little fat head...baby had taken his nickname!
for a couple of days everything was great...then on the tuesday( i was hoping to go home the next day) the paediatrician came to see us....apparently a fat head isn't such a good thing and baby had to have ultrasounds the next morning to see if all was ok
i can't believed i laughed it off...
Turns out there was a problem and baby had an arachnoid cyst, we were transferred to randwick childrens hospital and at 4 days of age my beautiful baby boy had brain surgery!
i spent days crying ( 3 day baby blues conincided with day of horrible newsand also day milk comes in but don't feed him for 10 hours in case they want to operate tonight, just let him cry and try to comfort him without a booby!)
i kept thing i took my older sons and their health for granted so much. in all baby and i spent 11 days in hospital, my husband doesn't drive so getting to the childrens hospital each day meant his father would not work so he could bring them down, it was an hour and a half trip with barely any traffic...with traffic was a nightmare
my husband and i felt so stressed, everytime he came to visit we would end up fighting and i would be in tears. my 4yr old got a rash that the dr said was due to fretting for me ( he is mummy's boy), my 11 yrold barely talked to anyone but looked on verge of tears all the time. My mother ended argueing with my hubby and his father...everyone was stressed and worried and nobody dealt with it well at all.
after his operation he receovered really well and we were able to come home a week later. i was so relieved.
everything got a lot better once we got home...kids relaxed, we relaxed and baby was going so good.
sorry this has been so long...i just had to get it out. i also wanted to add that in case anyone had read this far my little boy had and arachnoid cyst, and i think he also has agensis of the corpus callosum, so if you know of anyone with similar situation i would be interested in talking further....
thanks
just thought i would give an update to story. gordy's operation went very well, the operation punctured the cysts and they started to drain. his head has reduced in size due to cysts reducing and now is just about the right size for his weight. the cyst blocked his corpus callosum from either forming or developing so he will have another mri in a couple of months to look into this more. the corpus callosum is the part in between the two halves of the brain. this is the part that communicates between the two sides and co ordinates the body eg walking . because he is so young his brain will work out new ways to communicate and he shoud do all these things. he is 4 months old now and doing so well. we will just keep doing what the specialists recommend and love him the best we can..thanks everyone for your support, it has been so appreciated