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01-08-2006, 18:31
Hello everybodeeeee...
Here is the birth story of me and my beautiful son Baden who was born yesterday, 31st July 2006 at 4.13pm.
He was two weeks early (after all that time spent with the girls in the August thread and I have a July baby!).
Was early in the morning yesterday and I was lying in bed busting for the loo as usual, and then I felt a pop in my bladder and thought bubby had kicked me.
Hopped up finally and my pyjama pants were saturated so my waters had broken, although I still wasn't completely convinced (d'uh).
Rang my doula who said that now we wait and see if contractions start which should be within the next 24 hours. So I sat and waited and then whammo, contraction.
Had a look and I had a 'show'.
Rang doula back and told her and she said it looked like bubby was on his way. I rang DP and told him I might be in labour and to come home if he wasn't busy but to stay at work if he had a lot of work on and I would ring him if anything happened. He said he was coming home.
Contraction, put some washing on, contraction, feed the dogs, contraction, lie on the beanbag moaning and then another one and then DP walks in and sh*ts himself.
So we ring the hospital and she listens to me have a contraction, (can't talk) and says to come in. Quickly bark orders to DP about what goes in labour bag and hospital bag and bubby's bag. Basically just chuck everything in!
Drive to hospital and get there at 10am, ring doula and ask her to meet us there. Get into carpark, contraction, walk 20 metres, contraction, carpark staff call for wheelchair, contraction.
Get wheeled into labour ward after apologising to wheelchair attendant for being such a nuisance since I wasn't convinced it was real labour, I thought there was a chance I might get sent home after having a false labour (d'uh).
Get into labour room, into gown, contraction, asked for a wee sample, contraction on toilet.
Get asked to lay on bed for a 10 minute trace, forced to lie on my dodgy tailbone and stay still through contractions. Oww.
Get offered pethidine or an epidural, DP says no thanks she'll let you know if she wants anything.
Doula arrives, lovely, lovely, lovely doula arrives.
Interestingly, when the midis realise that I have a doula they stop offering intervention and ask if I want a natural active birth at every stage!! cool ay? They were really into it and said it was great to be able to do it.
Soooooooo, anyway, contractions are powerful and DP and doula have taken over support and midwife is peripheral and hardly noticeable (bliss).
I tell them I can't do this and I want an epidural. They tell me I am wonderful and a birthing warrior and I am doing really really well and bubby will be here soon.
Get under shower and ask if I can hop in tub. Doula suggests I wait till I really need it. Stay under shower and start crying and say "why can't I hop in the tub?" in a sad voice and get told that of course I can hop in the tub!!
tub is filled and I hop in.
Tell them I can't do this, it hurts too much and I want an epidural. Get told I am doing really really well and get lots of hugs and massages. Ask why I can't have the gas? Get told that of course I can have the gas.
Hop out of tub, (didn't really like it, too much pressure on my hips), hop on the bed on all fours and start sucking on MR GAS!!!
Time goes by and I ask for an internal because I feel like I am dilating. Get asked to wait a while because they don't want to do too many internals.
Time goes by and contractions are painful but MR GAS is my friend, he makes me control my breathing which makes me relax. he doesn't really dull the pain, he just makes me control my breathing. I don't make much noise during my contractions I just concentrate on my breathing and getting over the crest of it.
Time goes by and its time for an internal at 2pm.
Fully dilated!! I knew it!!
On all fours and ready to push. Mr Gas is still my friend.
One hour goes by and I can feel bubby's head. I was hoping it would only take an hour but it just goes in and out. Doula reassures me that this is GREAT for stretching and to just relax and push when I want to.
Urge gets stronger and more animalistic. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I HAVE to push.
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr vomit
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr vomit
Nearly there, couple more pushes. The vomiting is actually helping me push!!
I ask the midwife to please protect my perineum and she promises she will and says I am stretching beautifully.
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr nothing left to vomit, didn't even have breakfast remember!
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Doula says "now listen to the midwife, don't push until she tells you to and breathe with me in between"
Midwife says....
"Baby has hair"
"top of his head is OUT, here comes the face"
"the face is out, now wait, wait, wait, okay on the next contraction I want you to push"
shoulder is out AND HERE HE COMES!!!!
I hear laughing (Baden has SPAT on the midwife, so he didn't need suction, LOL)
My baby literally slithers out and is put under my legs. He is two weeks early and covered in thick white vernix all over.
Everybody laughs and looks and smiles and cries. I tell everybody in the room individually "I've got a baby I've got a baby!". (They know though, LOL.)
So then they ask if I want the injection and I say no thanks, I will just have a go at delivering placenta naturally.
so time goes by, what a nuisance, its taking SO long, so then the doctor comes in and raves on a bit about me needing surgery and it being the number one cause of death in the western world and I may need a hysterectomy if I don't do what he wants. I tell him thanks and I will talk to him a bit later, and he asks when. I say in quarter of an hour and Dr Death walks out.
Doula looks furious, midwife looks furious and they all say its not true that we haven't even tried anything yet and its way too soon to panic for a natural placenta delivery, but I already knew that (thank goodness, what a horrible doctor).
so Dr Death doesn't come back at all (must have found a more willing victim), but 15 minutes later I say to midwife, "okay, I gave it a go, it didn't work so gimme the injection" she says "yep no worries" so I get the injection and start pushing and about 20 minutes later the placenta FINALLY comes out.
So anyway, that's my story. Oh, and she did an exam and I have no tearing and no damage so I am stoked about that of course.
Baden weighs 7 pounds 10 ounces and is 55 cm long and has wavy black hair and looks quite a lot like his dad. He is in perfect health and arrived one day before my original due date way back when.
I stayed in hospital last night and got home just after 5pm today, coz I don't really like hospitals and I had no problems so I am on the community midwife program.
My son is beautiful and calm and peaceful. He fed well and slept straight through and has been feeding well all day and is of course the most beautiful baby in the history of the universe.
I couldn't have done it without my doula and that is the honest truth. DP was fabulous but my doula was unbelievable and I would recommend to everyone to have one.
thanks for reading!
Here is the birth story of me and my beautiful son Baden who was born yesterday, 31st July 2006 at 4.13pm.
He was two weeks early (after all that time spent with the girls in the August thread and I have a July baby!).
Was early in the morning yesterday and I was lying in bed busting for the loo as usual, and then I felt a pop in my bladder and thought bubby had kicked me.
Hopped up finally and my pyjama pants were saturated so my waters had broken, although I still wasn't completely convinced (d'uh).
Rang my doula who said that now we wait and see if contractions start which should be within the next 24 hours. So I sat and waited and then whammo, contraction.
Had a look and I had a 'show'.
Rang doula back and told her and she said it looked like bubby was on his way. I rang DP and told him I might be in labour and to come home if he wasn't busy but to stay at work if he had a lot of work on and I would ring him if anything happened. He said he was coming home.
Contraction, put some washing on, contraction, feed the dogs, contraction, lie on the beanbag moaning and then another one and then DP walks in and sh*ts himself.
So we ring the hospital and she listens to me have a contraction, (can't talk) and says to come in. Quickly bark orders to DP about what goes in labour bag and hospital bag and bubby's bag. Basically just chuck everything in!
Drive to hospital and get there at 10am, ring doula and ask her to meet us there. Get into carpark, contraction, walk 20 metres, contraction, carpark staff call for wheelchair, contraction.
Get wheeled into labour ward after apologising to wheelchair attendant for being such a nuisance since I wasn't convinced it was real labour, I thought there was a chance I might get sent home after having a false labour (d'uh).
Get into labour room, into gown, contraction, asked for a wee sample, contraction on toilet.
Get asked to lay on bed for a 10 minute trace, forced to lie on my dodgy tailbone and stay still through contractions. Oww.
Get offered pethidine or an epidural, DP says no thanks she'll let you know if she wants anything.
Doula arrives, lovely, lovely, lovely doula arrives.
Interestingly, when the midis realise that I have a doula they stop offering intervention and ask if I want a natural active birth at every stage!! cool ay? They were really into it and said it was great to be able to do it.
Soooooooo, anyway, contractions are powerful and DP and doula have taken over support and midwife is peripheral and hardly noticeable (bliss).
I tell them I can't do this and I want an epidural. They tell me I am wonderful and a birthing warrior and I am doing really really well and bubby will be here soon.
Get under shower and ask if I can hop in tub. Doula suggests I wait till I really need it. Stay under shower and start crying and say "why can't I hop in the tub?" in a sad voice and get told that of course I can hop in the tub!!
tub is filled and I hop in.
Tell them I can't do this, it hurts too much and I want an epidural. Get told I am doing really really well and get lots of hugs and massages. Ask why I can't have the gas? Get told that of course I can have the gas.
Hop out of tub, (didn't really like it, too much pressure on my hips), hop on the bed on all fours and start sucking on MR GAS!!!
Time goes by and I ask for an internal because I feel like I am dilating. Get asked to wait a while because they don't want to do too many internals.
Time goes by and contractions are painful but MR GAS is my friend, he makes me control my breathing which makes me relax. he doesn't really dull the pain, he just makes me control my breathing. I don't make much noise during my contractions I just concentrate on my breathing and getting over the crest of it.
Time goes by and its time for an internal at 2pm.
Fully dilated!! I knew it!!
On all fours and ready to push. Mr Gas is still my friend.
One hour goes by and I can feel bubby's head. I was hoping it would only take an hour but it just goes in and out. Doula reassures me that this is GREAT for stretching and to just relax and push when I want to.
Urge gets stronger and more animalistic. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I HAVE to push.
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr vomit
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr vomit
Nearly there, couple more pushes. The vomiting is actually helping me push!!
I ask the midwife to please protect my perineum and she promises she will and says I am stretching beautifully.
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr nothing left to vomit, didn't even have breakfast remember!
suck gas Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Doula says "now listen to the midwife, don't push until she tells you to and breathe with me in between"
Midwife says....
"Baby has hair"
"top of his head is OUT, here comes the face"
"the face is out, now wait, wait, wait, okay on the next contraction I want you to push"
shoulder is out AND HERE HE COMES!!!!
I hear laughing (Baden has SPAT on the midwife, so he didn't need suction, LOL)
My baby literally slithers out and is put under my legs. He is two weeks early and covered in thick white vernix all over.
Everybody laughs and looks and smiles and cries. I tell everybody in the room individually "I've got a baby I've got a baby!". (They know though, LOL.)
So then they ask if I want the injection and I say no thanks, I will just have a go at delivering placenta naturally.
so time goes by, what a nuisance, its taking SO long, so then the doctor comes in and raves on a bit about me needing surgery and it being the number one cause of death in the western world and I may need a hysterectomy if I don't do what he wants. I tell him thanks and I will talk to him a bit later, and he asks when. I say in quarter of an hour and Dr Death walks out.
Doula looks furious, midwife looks furious and they all say its not true that we haven't even tried anything yet and its way too soon to panic for a natural placenta delivery, but I already knew that (thank goodness, what a horrible doctor).
so Dr Death doesn't come back at all (must have found a more willing victim), but 15 minutes later I say to midwife, "okay, I gave it a go, it didn't work so gimme the injection" she says "yep no worries" so I get the injection and start pushing and about 20 minutes later the placenta FINALLY comes out.
So anyway, that's my story. Oh, and she did an exam and I have no tearing and no damage so I am stoked about that of course.
Baden weighs 7 pounds 10 ounces and is 55 cm long and has wavy black hair and looks quite a lot like his dad. He is in perfect health and arrived one day before my original due date way back when.
I stayed in hospital last night and got home just after 5pm today, coz I don't really like hospitals and I had no problems so I am on the community midwife program.
My son is beautiful and calm and peaceful. He fed well and slept straight through and has been feeding well all day and is of course the most beautiful baby in the history of the universe.
I couldn't have done it without my doula and that is the honest truth. DP was fabulous but my doula was unbelievable and I would recommend to everyone to have one.
thanks for reading!