moonblossom
22-07-2006, 12:10
The best laid plans of mice and men, or so the saying goes LOL. Well not in my case i'm afraid, Alexanders birth was nothing like i had anticipated, but I want to first say, that in the end everything turned out well, so don't feel afraid of my story.
I woke up at 2.30 a.m. with strong period pains, and when i went to the toilet i had my show. WHOO HOOO finally after being 8 days overdue things were happening. I had a shower and got dressed, put a little bit of a face on LOL and waited to see how things would go. The contractions were 7 minutes apart so i thought i would get my daughter up and finally give her the news that things were happening. We sat together for a while, I decided the contractions were progressing enough to phone Alexanders dad and let him know it was time to get his butt into a taxi and head here. He lives 45 ks away from me so I didn't want to leave it much later.
When he arrived, we settled down to playing Uno for an hour or so, then I decided to call the hospital and let them know I would be in later, but they wanted me in NOW because things could progress very quickly being my eighth child.
I couldn't believe how cold and icy it was at 6 in the morning, it took us 10 minutes to scrape the ice of the windscreen before we could go. We arrived at the hospital where i was examined and was only 2 cm dialated, waters still intact and everything looking good. They wanted me to stay for the above reason, so we were escorted to the birthing suite where we quickly set up our game of Uno again, and was introduced to the midwive who would stay with me till Alexanders birth.
I had to have a drip put in (nothing attached tho) just incase I bled out during the birth. That was fine. Time went by and by 11 am I gave up playing Uno, was just too hard to concentrate on two things at once LOL. During this time the baby's position and heartbeat was checked numberous times and both seemed fine. The midwife kept commenting on how high he still was, even though I was fully dialated. But she said he would drop when I started pushing, who was I to question?
Anyway I was fully dialated, got on the bed ready to push my son out. My eldest daughter was on my right and Alexanders dad on my left, he had just got the video started when the midwife did one more internal. I felt my water leaking as she did ...then a gush. She was pushing her hand high up, even putting a knee on the bed to go further when all of a sudden she started staying "****, ****, ****"...i DIDN'T know what was happening, she said "I'm so sorry I did this to you", I asked her what was wrong and she informed me the cord had come out and Alexander was breech. She kept her hand inside of me to push Alexander back and keep pressure off the cord, Alexander's Dad kept stroking my head and giving me words of encouragement even though I could see the panic in his eyes. My midwife leant over and pressed the emergency button and four midwives ran in, ordering me to get on my knees and for my midwife to keep her hands where it was, and keep pushing the baby back. I heard them call over the microphone for emergency in delivery room 3, and when a midwife asked what had happened all hell broke lose.
Before i knew it I was being wheeled into the operating room with the midwives hand in me, calling out to everyone that the baby had grasped hold of her finger. All I recall is the operating room being full of doctors and midwives and it seemed so disorganised, until one doctor yelled out "keep it together people". Then I drifted off to sleep.
It is quite strange how one can feel calm in such a traumatic situation. I felt extremely calm and somehow knew i had to remain relaxed for Alexander's sake. I didn't panic nor lose faith in the people around me.
I hadn't had any pain releif during my labor, not even gas so it must of been my natural endorphins kicking in, and maybe intuition.
Anyway I woke up in recovery to the news that my son wasn't well, he had become extremely distressed and was being transfered to another hospital for specialised care. He had drips and nose tube in and I just wanted to cry. He was so beautiful and so loved and the thought of losing him after everything we had been through just killed me.
I had to spend the night apart from him, but went to the same hospital as Alexander the next day and didn't leave his side. His condition had improved and everything was looking good, we were just waiting to see how his MRI revealed to know if there was any permament damage. THANK GOD it was normal. My little man was out of danger, feeding well and we were transfered back to my hospital, where we were treated like royality, given a double room with a double bed, spoilt rotten and I finally felt like I had my son.
Everything has been fantastic since then. He is such a good little boy, I'm crying all the time with releif and joy, he is much loved and much wanted and my heart just aches for him.
When i came home, I watched the video , and it shocked me to see all this could of been avoided if they had realised he was breech. I cannot for the life of me understand how they DIDN'T know this, they are professionals and should of known. The video is damning evidence against the midwife, I just don't know wether i should take it futher.
anyway, My son ALEXANDER BLAKE is here, he weighted 7 lbs 12 1/2 ounces and was 52 cm long. Everybody is so relieved and happy he is here healthy and happy.
I want to take this chance to thank every single one of you for your support and love over this challenging 9 months. My first post was so sad yet with everyones support things improved. I cannot be more happier with my choices and my life.
Love to all.
And THANKS..will never forget the kindness you have shown me.
I woke up at 2.30 a.m. with strong period pains, and when i went to the toilet i had my show. WHOO HOOO finally after being 8 days overdue things were happening. I had a shower and got dressed, put a little bit of a face on LOL and waited to see how things would go. The contractions were 7 minutes apart so i thought i would get my daughter up and finally give her the news that things were happening. We sat together for a while, I decided the contractions were progressing enough to phone Alexanders dad and let him know it was time to get his butt into a taxi and head here. He lives 45 ks away from me so I didn't want to leave it much later.
When he arrived, we settled down to playing Uno for an hour or so, then I decided to call the hospital and let them know I would be in later, but they wanted me in NOW because things could progress very quickly being my eighth child.
I couldn't believe how cold and icy it was at 6 in the morning, it took us 10 minutes to scrape the ice of the windscreen before we could go. We arrived at the hospital where i was examined and was only 2 cm dialated, waters still intact and everything looking good. They wanted me to stay for the above reason, so we were escorted to the birthing suite where we quickly set up our game of Uno again, and was introduced to the midwive who would stay with me till Alexanders birth.
I had to have a drip put in (nothing attached tho) just incase I bled out during the birth. That was fine. Time went by and by 11 am I gave up playing Uno, was just too hard to concentrate on two things at once LOL. During this time the baby's position and heartbeat was checked numberous times and both seemed fine. The midwife kept commenting on how high he still was, even though I was fully dialated. But she said he would drop when I started pushing, who was I to question?
Anyway I was fully dialated, got on the bed ready to push my son out. My eldest daughter was on my right and Alexanders dad on my left, he had just got the video started when the midwife did one more internal. I felt my water leaking as she did ...then a gush. She was pushing her hand high up, even putting a knee on the bed to go further when all of a sudden she started staying "****, ****, ****"...i DIDN'T know what was happening, she said "I'm so sorry I did this to you", I asked her what was wrong and she informed me the cord had come out and Alexander was breech. She kept her hand inside of me to push Alexander back and keep pressure off the cord, Alexander's Dad kept stroking my head and giving me words of encouragement even though I could see the panic in his eyes. My midwife leant over and pressed the emergency button and four midwives ran in, ordering me to get on my knees and for my midwife to keep her hands where it was, and keep pushing the baby back. I heard them call over the microphone for emergency in delivery room 3, and when a midwife asked what had happened all hell broke lose.
Before i knew it I was being wheeled into the operating room with the midwives hand in me, calling out to everyone that the baby had grasped hold of her finger. All I recall is the operating room being full of doctors and midwives and it seemed so disorganised, until one doctor yelled out "keep it together people". Then I drifted off to sleep.
It is quite strange how one can feel calm in such a traumatic situation. I felt extremely calm and somehow knew i had to remain relaxed for Alexander's sake. I didn't panic nor lose faith in the people around me.
I hadn't had any pain releif during my labor, not even gas so it must of been my natural endorphins kicking in, and maybe intuition.
Anyway I woke up in recovery to the news that my son wasn't well, he had become extremely distressed and was being transfered to another hospital for specialised care. He had drips and nose tube in and I just wanted to cry. He was so beautiful and so loved and the thought of losing him after everything we had been through just killed me.
I had to spend the night apart from him, but went to the same hospital as Alexander the next day and didn't leave his side. His condition had improved and everything was looking good, we were just waiting to see how his MRI revealed to know if there was any permament damage. THANK GOD it was normal. My little man was out of danger, feeding well and we were transfered back to my hospital, where we were treated like royality, given a double room with a double bed, spoilt rotten and I finally felt like I had my son.
Everything has been fantastic since then. He is such a good little boy, I'm crying all the time with releif and joy, he is much loved and much wanted and my heart just aches for him.
When i came home, I watched the video , and it shocked me to see all this could of been avoided if they had realised he was breech. I cannot for the life of me understand how they DIDN'T know this, they are professionals and should of known. The video is damning evidence against the midwife, I just don't know wether i should take it futher.
anyway, My son ALEXANDER BLAKE is here, he weighted 7 lbs 12 1/2 ounces and was 52 cm long. Everybody is so relieved and happy he is here healthy and happy.
I want to take this chance to thank every single one of you for your support and love over this challenging 9 months. My first post was so sad yet with everyones support things improved. I cannot be more happier with my choices and my life.
Love to all.
And THANKS..will never forget the kindness you have shown me.