cheezelkat
11-05-2006, 09:45 PM
On the Thursday and Friday nights, I had been getting a back ache after going to bed. A hot bath usually cleared it up and I didn't think anything more of it. On Saturday night after going out for a strawberry McDonalds shake (my first in 9 months!), the backache came again, noticeably at 10.30pm. I decided to go to bed to try and sleep it off.
At 11pm, I wasn't asleep and the pain was getting stronger so I played around on the net, tried sleeping with extra pillows to support me, tried sleeping on the futon and having a hot shower - to no avail. I woke Natty and told him I was having trouble going to sleep so he ran me a hot bath and sat and talked to me. Around this time I started vomiting anything I tried to drink. I was thirsty though so just thought the earlier Shake I had was bad.
At 2am, I still couldn't sleep. I called the hospital and asked for their advice. They told me to take some paracetemol and try hot baths and showers to try and relieve the pain. I kept vomiting and told Nat to try and get some sleep, and I spent some more time online. I told Nat to try and get some sleep whilst I just tried to deal with the pain (he did). I had a shower not long after that and when one bad contraction hit, I screamed. Nat came and looked after me again, not seeming to mind that I was keeping him up.
Around 4am, I took another shower to try and ease the back pain which was worsening. By this point, I was crying and screamed when one bad pain hit, causing Nat to come out to try and help. At 5am, I asked Nat to call Mum to get her to come over - I figured she would help make me feel better. The pain was getting worse now and I could no longer stand through them. I was pacing the lounge room floor, crying and getting Nat to massage my back for one minute and screaming at him to back off the next. I felt extremley constipated. At 5.30, I went to the bathroom and noticed some blood in my knickers. I paniced and called the hospital, telling them I was still in chronic pain and now had the blood. They told me to come in to be checked out. I tried to get all my bags together whilst Nat tried to get into contact with Mum to let her know we were going to the hospital instead. I couldn't find any skirts or trousers so ended up wearing just my pajamas to the hospital.
On the drive there, Nat was speeding and I swore at the driver blocking the bridge. Later on, Nat told me there was a police car nearby and he had to quickly slow down so he didn't get booked. We got to the hospital in record speed.
Nat sped me to the emergency department, where they got a midwive to walk me up to the birth suite. When I got in, they took me to an assessment room where they got my details. I was screaming in pain throughout this, and when they asked what pain relief I wanted, I told them an epidural. They offered other methods first but I refused. However, they needed to examine me first before I coud be given the epidural and I couldn't lie still thanks to the back pain. They moved me to a birthing suite and hooked me up to the gas to do the exam. I couldn't even remove my pants - Nat had to do that for me. Halfway through, they said Mum had arrived and asked if it was OK if she came in. I agreed. Before she came in though, they told me I was 8cm dilated and couldn't get an epidural, because I would be having a baby before breakfast. I cried and begged for one anyway. This was it - I was officially in labour. It was about 6am at this point. They had fond my waters were already broken, but I had no idea when it was broken. I had a couple of scares in the last couple of weeks of being pregnancy, but it never passed my *soak through a pad* requirement to need medical attention. It could have been weeks ago, it could have been that night in the bath. I'll never know!
The next couple of hours are a bit of a blur. The pain was so intense - I could barely move. Nat had to help me move positions. I had my eyes closed and just tried to breathe through the contractions, screaming through the really, really bad ones. I could hear Mum chatting away to the midwife. I remember telling one of the midwives that I didn't like them because they couldn't give me any pain relief. I was very polite, considering the amount of pain I was in. I remember thinking whilst pregnant that I knew it was going to hurt, but nothing could ever prepare me for *that* pain. I was moved to be on all fours overa beanbag. The back pain was so intense it was really hard to move over it, but Nat assisted me and I knew that it would be better for me to give birth in that position. Nat rubbed my back at times, didn't when I asked him too and comforted me. I remember people chatting all around me but I wasn't in any mood to talk, except to talk about my current dislike of babies ("all they do is cry and poo!") and how I wanted to be at home, asleep. I don't think I uttered a word to Mum at all, although just her presence there was comforting.
I did chat a lot doing the labour even though I was urged to keep quiet. I told the midwive I didn't like her and I voiced quite loudly how I just wanted to go home and sleep and to forget about having a baby.
All of a sudden, the pain got even more intense and I honestly just wanted to rip my spine out. I remember the midwife checking and telling me that she could see the baby's head. I honestly didn't care - I still wanted to go home and sleep. I started pushing not long after this - holding and pushing acccording to the midwifes directions. It was beginning to hurt even more. It was just like going to the loo. I remember the midwife saying that the baby can slip back up if he doesn't go past a certain point. I began to panic and when the midwife next directed me to push, I gave a massive push. I then gave one more (and according to nat), the baby half popped out, hanging out from the waist with his hands waving around. Nat said at this point, the midwife had to call for assistance as she was only a student and hadn't expected to deliver a baby on her own .One more push, and Liam Stephen was delivered, at 8:03 am on 29 January 2006. Natty cut the cord, and I was given an injection in the leg (did not hurt at all) to deliver the placenta. I was checked and I had a couple of small 1st degree tears, which luckily did not require stitches. I then had blood taken (that hurt) and then I got to hold Liam.
After nursing him for a while, they weighed him (3.1kg, 7lb 1oz) and got me to breastfeed him for the first time. I didn't really understand what I was doing and needed help. It wasn't easy and he didn't latch on well at all. After feeding him for a while, I went for a shower (heavenly!), cried when I had to pee (it hurt badly!) and looked at Liam in awe of his cuteness. I couldn't believe I had given birth to such a beautiful boy. An hour after birth, I really wanted to walk around and get an orange juice, but I was a bit wobbly. After Liam had a bath and his shots, we were transferred to a ward. Liam fell asleep and stayed asleep for the next few hours. I spent the next few hours staring in awe at him, my little prince.
At 11pm, I wasn't asleep and the pain was getting stronger so I played around on the net, tried sleeping with extra pillows to support me, tried sleeping on the futon and having a hot shower - to no avail. I woke Natty and told him I was having trouble going to sleep so he ran me a hot bath and sat and talked to me. Around this time I started vomiting anything I tried to drink. I was thirsty though so just thought the earlier Shake I had was bad.
At 2am, I still couldn't sleep. I called the hospital and asked for their advice. They told me to take some paracetemol and try hot baths and showers to try and relieve the pain. I kept vomiting and told Nat to try and get some sleep, and I spent some more time online. I told Nat to try and get some sleep whilst I just tried to deal with the pain (he did). I had a shower not long after that and when one bad contraction hit, I screamed. Nat came and looked after me again, not seeming to mind that I was keeping him up.
Around 4am, I took another shower to try and ease the back pain which was worsening. By this point, I was crying and screamed when one bad pain hit, causing Nat to come out to try and help. At 5am, I asked Nat to call Mum to get her to come over - I figured she would help make me feel better. The pain was getting worse now and I could no longer stand through them. I was pacing the lounge room floor, crying and getting Nat to massage my back for one minute and screaming at him to back off the next. I felt extremley constipated. At 5.30, I went to the bathroom and noticed some blood in my knickers. I paniced and called the hospital, telling them I was still in chronic pain and now had the blood. They told me to come in to be checked out. I tried to get all my bags together whilst Nat tried to get into contact with Mum to let her know we were going to the hospital instead. I couldn't find any skirts or trousers so ended up wearing just my pajamas to the hospital.
On the drive there, Nat was speeding and I swore at the driver blocking the bridge. Later on, Nat told me there was a police car nearby and he had to quickly slow down so he didn't get booked. We got to the hospital in record speed.
Nat sped me to the emergency department, where they got a midwive to walk me up to the birth suite. When I got in, they took me to an assessment room where they got my details. I was screaming in pain throughout this, and when they asked what pain relief I wanted, I told them an epidural. They offered other methods first but I refused. However, they needed to examine me first before I coud be given the epidural and I couldn't lie still thanks to the back pain. They moved me to a birthing suite and hooked me up to the gas to do the exam. I couldn't even remove my pants - Nat had to do that for me. Halfway through, they said Mum had arrived and asked if it was OK if she came in. I agreed. Before she came in though, they told me I was 8cm dilated and couldn't get an epidural, because I would be having a baby before breakfast. I cried and begged for one anyway. This was it - I was officially in labour. It was about 6am at this point. They had fond my waters were already broken, but I had no idea when it was broken. I had a couple of scares in the last couple of weeks of being pregnancy, but it never passed my *soak through a pad* requirement to need medical attention. It could have been weeks ago, it could have been that night in the bath. I'll never know!
The next couple of hours are a bit of a blur. The pain was so intense - I could barely move. Nat had to help me move positions. I had my eyes closed and just tried to breathe through the contractions, screaming through the really, really bad ones. I could hear Mum chatting away to the midwife. I remember telling one of the midwives that I didn't like them because they couldn't give me any pain relief. I was very polite, considering the amount of pain I was in. I remember thinking whilst pregnant that I knew it was going to hurt, but nothing could ever prepare me for *that* pain. I was moved to be on all fours overa beanbag. The back pain was so intense it was really hard to move over it, but Nat assisted me and I knew that it would be better for me to give birth in that position. Nat rubbed my back at times, didn't when I asked him too and comforted me. I remember people chatting all around me but I wasn't in any mood to talk, except to talk about my current dislike of babies ("all they do is cry and poo!") and how I wanted to be at home, asleep. I don't think I uttered a word to Mum at all, although just her presence there was comforting.
I did chat a lot doing the labour even though I was urged to keep quiet. I told the midwive I didn't like her and I voiced quite loudly how I just wanted to go home and sleep and to forget about having a baby.
All of a sudden, the pain got even more intense and I honestly just wanted to rip my spine out. I remember the midwife checking and telling me that she could see the baby's head. I honestly didn't care - I still wanted to go home and sleep. I started pushing not long after this - holding and pushing acccording to the midwifes directions. It was beginning to hurt even more. It was just like going to the loo. I remember the midwife saying that the baby can slip back up if he doesn't go past a certain point. I began to panic and when the midwife next directed me to push, I gave a massive push. I then gave one more (and according to nat), the baby half popped out, hanging out from the waist with his hands waving around. Nat said at this point, the midwife had to call for assistance as she was only a student and hadn't expected to deliver a baby on her own .One more push, and Liam Stephen was delivered, at 8:03 am on 29 January 2006. Natty cut the cord, and I was given an injection in the leg (did not hurt at all) to deliver the placenta. I was checked and I had a couple of small 1st degree tears, which luckily did not require stitches. I then had blood taken (that hurt) and then I got to hold Liam.
After nursing him for a while, they weighed him (3.1kg, 7lb 1oz) and got me to breastfeed him for the first time. I didn't really understand what I was doing and needed help. It wasn't easy and he didn't latch on well at all. After feeding him for a while, I went for a shower (heavenly!), cried when I had to pee (it hurt badly!) and looked at Liam in awe of his cuteness. I couldn't believe I had given birth to such a beautiful boy. An hour after birth, I really wanted to walk around and get an orange juice, but I was a bit wobbly. After Liam had a bath and his shots, we were transferred to a ward. Liam fell asleep and stayed asleep for the next few hours. I spent the next few hours staring in awe at him, my little prince.