Foxymoron
15-03-2006, 08:35
Friday morning I woke with my usual aches and pains and had my morning vomit *yuck* and my shower. I got out and felt the slight change in pressure on my belly as my waters broke. I stood grinning like an idiot for a moment at the thought that I would soon meet my son. I mopped myself up and got DH to call mum who would look after the wee ones, and mil who would be attending the birth. I dressed and did last minute packing, all with a broad grin and the occasional excited sob that it was finally happening.
On the loo I noticed that my waters, that had been clear had begun to streak with colour. Not the healthy pink of a woman dilating- though there was a bit of show, my waters had a greenish look. I rang the hossy and told them I was coming in- meconium in my water scared the **** out of me.
As soon as we arrived they put the trace on my belly, no contrax yet but they were concerned about the mec in my waters too. Thomas was not happy. His heart swung between 150 and down to 75 over the ten minutes of trace till my OB arrived. To his credit he didn’t order me off to surgery right away even though he was concerned with the heart rate and waters. I had my first contraction…. A whopper, and right after it Thomas’s lil heart went down to 75 again. The OB got out a scalp monitor, just in case it was position affecting the read out and not fetal distress. I had few more contrax , utterly breathtaking in intensity, and Thomas kept slipping in heart rate right after them. The OB said he was taking me to surgery right away. I looked at my daughter and MIL who were my “team” and were going to cut his chord, and I burst into tears. I was out of my mind with fear for Thomas, clutching onto Hubbies hand and sobbing apologies to my little girl because she wouldn’t be there with us now….. We had spent so much time talking about his birth, and suddenly she and I were robbed of this special moment together.
Meanwhile, I had started wanting to push… and they were racing to get me ready….. I wanted him out and safe and the endless questions of the anethesist drove me to scream at her, “just hurry up and get him out, I f*#*ing want to push already lady!” I was all alone, (DH getting gowned up) and suddenly I’m holding onto some impassive man dressed in green for dear life while I hissed my way through a contraction and held an impossible position for the spinal block. Feeling everything but nothing at all was surreal….I watched as they set up around me and brought DH in. There was tugging and tingling… they had started, DH held my hand and in what seemed like mere seconds we heard suction, followed by an indignant newborn wail. I sobbed with relief and joy. All this drama unfolded by 10.15 am… I was stunned, joyful, relieved and devastated all at once!
DH held Thomas and we gazed at him while they stitched me up. That moment alone, though so different to the way I birthed my first 3 children….made up for all the sickness and pain the pregnancy brought me. As soon as I was out of recovery I had him placed skin to skin with me, where he found his own way to a boobie and latched on beautifully!
On the loo I noticed that my waters, that had been clear had begun to streak with colour. Not the healthy pink of a woman dilating- though there was a bit of show, my waters had a greenish look. I rang the hossy and told them I was coming in- meconium in my water scared the **** out of me.
As soon as we arrived they put the trace on my belly, no contrax yet but they were concerned about the mec in my waters too. Thomas was not happy. His heart swung between 150 and down to 75 over the ten minutes of trace till my OB arrived. To his credit he didn’t order me off to surgery right away even though he was concerned with the heart rate and waters. I had my first contraction…. A whopper, and right after it Thomas’s lil heart went down to 75 again. The OB got out a scalp monitor, just in case it was position affecting the read out and not fetal distress. I had few more contrax , utterly breathtaking in intensity, and Thomas kept slipping in heart rate right after them. The OB said he was taking me to surgery right away. I looked at my daughter and MIL who were my “team” and were going to cut his chord, and I burst into tears. I was out of my mind with fear for Thomas, clutching onto Hubbies hand and sobbing apologies to my little girl because she wouldn’t be there with us now….. We had spent so much time talking about his birth, and suddenly she and I were robbed of this special moment together.
Meanwhile, I had started wanting to push… and they were racing to get me ready….. I wanted him out and safe and the endless questions of the anethesist drove me to scream at her, “just hurry up and get him out, I f*#*ing want to push already lady!” I was all alone, (DH getting gowned up) and suddenly I’m holding onto some impassive man dressed in green for dear life while I hissed my way through a contraction and held an impossible position for the spinal block. Feeling everything but nothing at all was surreal….I watched as they set up around me and brought DH in. There was tugging and tingling… they had started, DH held my hand and in what seemed like mere seconds we heard suction, followed by an indignant newborn wail. I sobbed with relief and joy. All this drama unfolded by 10.15 am… I was stunned, joyful, relieved and devastated all at once!
DH held Thomas and we gazed at him while they stitched me up. That moment alone, though so different to the way I birthed my first 3 children….made up for all the sickness and pain the pregnancy brought me. As soon as I was out of recovery I had him placed skin to skin with me, where he found his own way to a boobie and latched on beautifully!