OJandMe
04-10-2008, 08:52 PM
I have come to the conclusion that I don't labour.
I don't. I just kind of drop babies where I stand.
All well and good when you need to book a birth into a lunch hour, but not so fantastic when you have three other children to put to bed, and the person who is supposed to be there 'in case' you go into labour has nicked off to the shops to buy smokes.
I'm a 'rapid birther' (as I heard it called by a couple of the middies). In the 60 minutes it took me to have my first 'proper' contraction, finish dinner, bath O and J, read them 4 stories, call my midwife, get to the hospital and have a baby I hadn't really thought about 'what' kind of 'birther' I was.
I was hoping that after last time (http://www.bubhub.com.au/community/forums/showthread.php?t=116570) I'd have a more, um, relaxed birth.
But no :laughing: Not to be..... I suppose I'd better fill you in...
On Friday 19th September I started getting what I 'thought' were labour pains... contractions coming... well coming and going, not really hanging around for any mentionable length of time, and not regular either.. kind of like that guy you dated when you were 13 because his friends asked you out for him, but never spoke to at school because you were both so shy...
So I called my midwife, told her I was going to take some panadol and go to bed, but just to be on the alert 'in case' I called up panicking at 3am because I'd woken up with a new baby in the bed.
They stopped. Dead. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Yep, braxtons.
Nothing all day Saturday... finished an assignment. Sounds good. Quite proud of it. :p
Dinner time Saturday, 20th September.
5:30pm
Sitting around the dinner table I get another contraction. I call out to Carlo, who's doing the manly thing and washing dishes.
"I'm getting them again... maybe it's an evening thing.."
We finish dinner, clean up. Then MIL (she's staying with us to watch the boys when I go into labour) and I run the bath and get all the kids ready for their showers/baths. Carlo clears the dinner table and gets Gabby's bottle and night nappy organised.
5:55
Kids in the bath. I get another one...
"Ooh... felt that." I thought to myself. They were much stronger than last night... I thought it may be the start of something.
6:10
Reading the kids their books before bed. I get a contraction in the middle of Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?..
For anyone who's ever had it happen, you'll know it's like trying to read while getting punched in the gut. You can't just keep flowing.... and even worse is when your 3yr olds then start complaining that you're not reading it 'properly' and want you to do it again.
Hell no. They can just live with the fact that Brown Bear has a speech impediment this week.
2 books later, get another one. Quickly say goodnight, find Po, find both Speed Racer Hot Wheel cars, tuck in one, tuck in two. Pause to thank God that they had woken up at 4:30 that morning and were just about falling asleep on their feet tonight.
6:20
I thought that just in case they were more Braxton hicks I’d just hang around the loungeroom and see how long they take to come and go.
So there I am, pacing around the lounge, with Enya playing in the background (the boys ‘sleep time’ music)… would have made for a lovely labour mood if I knew what the heck was going on.
I was being snowballed. I don’t get contractions that last a minute or so, everything about my labours is double time (must have been the effect of all the coffee I drink… everything’s like it’s in fast forward) so I get 20second contractions that come just about every minute or so.
I paced through a couple of those and then decided I’d better call my midwife and tell her I was going in to the hospital.
I called Jo… she was off, so it diverted to Mel. I could hear her DD screaming murder in the bathroom refusing to shower. She told me she’d call the hospital and let them know, and she was on her way (personally I think she was glad to have a good excuse to leave her screaming child with her DH. :laughing:
I walked down to the office and found Carlo sitting in a chair doing his uni readings. Gabriel was already asleep.
“Hun, we have to go to the hospital now.”
“okay” (still reading)
“Now!”
“Now?” (leaping up from his chair) “okay let’s go.”
I left him there and went to get my labour bag and find where on earth MIL was.
6:30pm
I grabbed our bags from or room and walked to the door. As I got there I noticed the tail lights on MIL’s car were on..
“Oh please dear God, don’t be leaving to get smokes now!!” I thought.
Thankfully it turned out she was just returning… would have been nice if she’d let us know she was going in the first place… but hey, when you’re about to have a baby in your front yard, you choose your battles.
I get to the car.. having 3 more contractions in the 25metres it took to walk from my front door to the car… throw the stuff in, and sit down to wait for Carlo. He shows up about 30 seconds later and jumps in.
6:45pm
We head off…
“Hurry, hurry”
“ I’m driving as fast as I can while being safe! Far out Gret, why can’t you just have normal labours!”
It’s a 7min drive from our place to the Mater on a clear run. We got every red light….. and the Saturday game at the Gabba. I don’t think we’ll make it.
By the time we’re 2mins from home I can feel him pushing down…. My body starts pushing. I’m trying to breathe in long deep breaths and visualising tree root systems (?? Who knows??? For some reason that’s the only thing I could think of that actually felt like it might keep him in there).
Carlo’s driving like Michael Schumacher on speed (personally I think he likes the excuse to drive like he’s a F1 test driver)
By the time we get to the Gabba I can feel his head baring down. I know that from here on… I’m going to have to stay sitting down, or this baby will be born right here in the car.
We speed up the left turn only lane, horn blaring and right indicator on. (the right turning lanes had traffic banked ALL the way up)
Thankfully the person at the front let us in… I figure they may have felt like they’d done the right thing when they saw us turn into Mother’s Emergency…. That or seeing me hanging on to the Jesus Rail with my face turned to the open window breathing like Bob Marley drawing on a joint, and Carlo calling at me that we were “almost there. Just keep breathing. Just don’t push”.. may have given the driver a clue as to what was happening.
I don't. I just kind of drop babies where I stand.
All well and good when you need to book a birth into a lunch hour, but not so fantastic when you have three other children to put to bed, and the person who is supposed to be there 'in case' you go into labour has nicked off to the shops to buy smokes.
I'm a 'rapid birther' (as I heard it called by a couple of the middies). In the 60 minutes it took me to have my first 'proper' contraction, finish dinner, bath O and J, read them 4 stories, call my midwife, get to the hospital and have a baby I hadn't really thought about 'what' kind of 'birther' I was.
I was hoping that after last time (http://www.bubhub.com.au/community/forums/showthread.php?t=116570) I'd have a more, um, relaxed birth.
But no :laughing: Not to be..... I suppose I'd better fill you in...
On Friday 19th September I started getting what I 'thought' were labour pains... contractions coming... well coming and going, not really hanging around for any mentionable length of time, and not regular either.. kind of like that guy you dated when you were 13 because his friends asked you out for him, but never spoke to at school because you were both so shy...
So I called my midwife, told her I was going to take some panadol and go to bed, but just to be on the alert 'in case' I called up panicking at 3am because I'd woken up with a new baby in the bed.
They stopped. Dead. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Yep, braxtons.
Nothing all day Saturday... finished an assignment. Sounds good. Quite proud of it. :p
Dinner time Saturday, 20th September.
5:30pm
Sitting around the dinner table I get another contraction. I call out to Carlo, who's doing the manly thing and washing dishes.
"I'm getting them again... maybe it's an evening thing.."
We finish dinner, clean up. Then MIL (she's staying with us to watch the boys when I go into labour) and I run the bath and get all the kids ready for their showers/baths. Carlo clears the dinner table and gets Gabby's bottle and night nappy organised.
5:55
Kids in the bath. I get another one...
"Ooh... felt that." I thought to myself. They were much stronger than last night... I thought it may be the start of something.
6:10
Reading the kids their books before bed. I get a contraction in the middle of Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?..
For anyone who's ever had it happen, you'll know it's like trying to read while getting punched in the gut. You can't just keep flowing.... and even worse is when your 3yr olds then start complaining that you're not reading it 'properly' and want you to do it again.
Hell no. They can just live with the fact that Brown Bear has a speech impediment this week.
2 books later, get another one. Quickly say goodnight, find Po, find both Speed Racer Hot Wheel cars, tuck in one, tuck in two. Pause to thank God that they had woken up at 4:30 that morning and were just about falling asleep on their feet tonight.
6:20
I thought that just in case they were more Braxton hicks I’d just hang around the loungeroom and see how long they take to come and go.
So there I am, pacing around the lounge, with Enya playing in the background (the boys ‘sleep time’ music)… would have made for a lovely labour mood if I knew what the heck was going on.
I was being snowballed. I don’t get contractions that last a minute or so, everything about my labours is double time (must have been the effect of all the coffee I drink… everything’s like it’s in fast forward) so I get 20second contractions that come just about every minute or so.
I paced through a couple of those and then decided I’d better call my midwife and tell her I was going in to the hospital.
I called Jo… she was off, so it diverted to Mel. I could hear her DD screaming murder in the bathroom refusing to shower. She told me she’d call the hospital and let them know, and she was on her way (personally I think she was glad to have a good excuse to leave her screaming child with her DH. :laughing:
I walked down to the office and found Carlo sitting in a chair doing his uni readings. Gabriel was already asleep.
“Hun, we have to go to the hospital now.”
“okay” (still reading)
“Now!”
“Now?” (leaping up from his chair) “okay let’s go.”
I left him there and went to get my labour bag and find where on earth MIL was.
6:30pm
I grabbed our bags from or room and walked to the door. As I got there I noticed the tail lights on MIL’s car were on..
“Oh please dear God, don’t be leaving to get smokes now!!” I thought.
Thankfully it turned out she was just returning… would have been nice if she’d let us know she was going in the first place… but hey, when you’re about to have a baby in your front yard, you choose your battles.
I get to the car.. having 3 more contractions in the 25metres it took to walk from my front door to the car… throw the stuff in, and sit down to wait for Carlo. He shows up about 30 seconds later and jumps in.
6:45pm
We head off…
“Hurry, hurry”
“ I’m driving as fast as I can while being safe! Far out Gret, why can’t you just have normal labours!”
It’s a 7min drive from our place to the Mater on a clear run. We got every red light….. and the Saturday game at the Gabba. I don’t think we’ll make it.
By the time we’re 2mins from home I can feel him pushing down…. My body starts pushing. I’m trying to breathe in long deep breaths and visualising tree root systems (?? Who knows??? For some reason that’s the only thing I could think of that actually felt like it might keep him in there).
Carlo’s driving like Michael Schumacher on speed (personally I think he likes the excuse to drive like he’s a F1 test driver)
By the time we get to the Gabba I can feel his head baring down. I know that from here on… I’m going to have to stay sitting down, or this baby will be born right here in the car.
We speed up the left turn only lane, horn blaring and right indicator on. (the right turning lanes had traffic banked ALL the way up)
Thankfully the person at the front let us in… I figure they may have felt like they’d done the right thing when they saw us turn into Mother’s Emergency…. That or seeing me hanging on to the Jesus Rail with my face turned to the open window breathing like Bob Marley drawing on a joint, and Carlo calling at me that we were “almost there. Just keep breathing. Just don’t push”.. may have given the driver a clue as to what was happening.