fertilethoughts
09-08-2006, 15:02
Hi Everyone:wave: ,
I had a beautiful, healthy, baby boy named VICTOR on the 30th July 2006 at 7:59pm. I was 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant when he arrived.
I AM IN LOVE WITH MY LITTLE MAN.
Birth details:
Well, what a COMPLETE SURPRISE birth turned out to be.
Firstly, on Saturday morning at 5:30 am my waters broke. I remember all the adrenaline I felt as I stood up and warm liquid poured down my legs. I woke my husband up and got in the shower. I was not in any pain, just a bit of shock and my legs were somewhat shaky. Got out of the shower and still was pouring liquid. The clear liquid turned bloody, it was my 'show'.
Rang the hospital and told them what happened. They told me to come in. All our bags were already prepared so off we went. I started getting period like cramps all the way to the hospital. We arrived and a midwife checked my blood pressure, took a urine sample and strapped me to a fetal monitor to time my contractions. It was difficult to lie there as I was contracting and trying to find a comfortable position. After 20 mins of me squirming and poor hubby being left to hold the belt down over Victor's heartbeat, the midwife returns. My contractions were not regular. She tells me that it is more then likely that I will be sent home and told to come back later. I was like "Why would that be, I mean my waters have broken isn't he coming now?". She called the doctor in, a lovely young lass, who explained that I was in 'pre-labour' and my contractions were not regular and it could be some time before I was in 'full blown labour'. She told me that she wanted me back at 7am the next morning to be INDUCED, but to come back if my contractions were stronger and more regular.
All this was doing my head in. I assumed, because of all the literature I read, that once you get a 'show' or your waters broke the baby is ready to come out. I was feeling pretty **** about being sent home as I thought to my self "What MORE do these people want?".
Anyhoo, we went home. Hubby went to sleep. I insisted he slept because I did not want an over tired ****ty, sensitive support person when I needed him the most. He slept while I had LOTS of baths and sat around alternating between shock and confusion. His aunt, who lives a street away, rang up to see if I wanted to go for a walk or have a cup of a tea. So, with my dog Max on a leash, and me hobbling about, we went to her place for tea and muffins and then for a long, long walk. I had a few contractions during this time. They were not every 5, 10 or 20 mins, they were all over the place.
Got home, had another bath (the bath was my friend). Finally Hubby gets up, makes some spaghetti and we eat. He watches something on tv but I am unable to sit still. I am fidgetting like crazy. My head is going "What is going to happen? What am I waiting for? Is everything all right?". Night time and I insist Hubby goes to sleep. I am thinking to myself, I hope this labour all happens on its own without them intervening. I have more baths and can not keep my eyes closed even though I am extraordinarily tired. I have contractions all over the place.
I can not wait for 6am so I can wake Hubby. Somewhere between 3 and 6 I decide to wash my hair and straighten it. This takes up 2 hours. Finally I march in and wake hubby up.
In the car trip I am having full-on contractions every couple of minutes.
When we get there, we are told to wait for a minute. We are the only ones there. Another couple sit down as well. I remember having a contraction in the lounge sitting area and thinking "How F*****g inconsiderate of them to allow women to contract in front of people". Not long after that thought we are called in.
I see my favourite lady doctor, Lenore, from the visits at the hospital. I was like 'hey', she said 'I saw that you came in last night so your getting induced huh?'. She had finished her shift but came in to the room and did my first 'cervical dilation check'. WOW, a whole big 2cms!!! She and hubby had a chat while I went to the loo and did my business.
She said a midwife would be taking over and she would come in and say good-bye on her way home.
I clogged up the toilet and we went to another room. I was happy about this as the room we were in, though lovely, was directly opposite the reception desk. The new room was far more discreet. (at the time this mattered a great deal to me).
So, in the room we meet a lovely midwife Natalie. She straps the monitor on me and puts the Syncotin drip into my arm.
Here's where the FUN begins.
The drug makes my stomach contract like one of those Alien movies. I mean, you can really see one whole side of my stomach raising up and down in the air. I am in a lot of pain. I scream every time I have a contraction. This is f****d up is all I can think. I am shocked this hurts so much and I want it to end. I feel like I will go crazy. I want to walk around to see if it will hurt less as I am in a bed hooked up to the fetal monitor and the drip. I go to the loo and the pain comes with me. Three doctors come in while I am on the loo and introduce themselves, one I have already met from my visits. They go again and I am back on the bed as we have to monitor the baby.
Three hours later and I have a cervical examination. I am now THREE cms. I have only dilated one cm in all that time.
I am starting to stress as it dawns on me that I am going to be here for a long, long time.
I feel INCREDIBLY disheartened and I hate contractions. I just want it all to end.
I start talking drugs now. She gives me the gas but I hate it. After 2 or 3 puffs I am over it and I want something REAL.
Natalie tells me she was induced also and had an epidural after 8hrs. She doesn't try to push me to have one as she has already read my birth plan and knows I don't want to have a needle in my spine.
I decide to have an epidural. I don't want this pain anymore.
The anesthetist comes in. She looks at my back and says "Wow, what an excellent scar, who did your back?" I told her Peter Turner and she said he is the best spine surgeon and she has worked with him. Instantly I TRUST her and am perfectly still.
I LOVE EPIDURALS.
The mood is very different in the room. Hubby no longer tells me to breathe (as if that **** worked) through contractions. The drip is turned even higher, and my stomach is literally leaping into the air. I am happily laying back, chatting with the midwife about babies, diapers etc and having a great time all round. I even get some good sleep!!!
I found out that the reason inductions have such a high epidural rate, an average of 85% of women have epidurals with inductions, is that there is little rest in between the contractions and they force the contractions to last for a long time, more intense then real labour.
Its about 4:30 and Natalie is finishing her shift. A new midwife, Anna, takes over. I am checked by Anna at 4:30pm and I have dilated to 5cm.
I know this is not a good thing. She tells me she is going to turn the drip off because Victor is getting a little distressed.
I know logically what is going to happen.
The doctors come in and inform me that I havn't progressed that much in all these hours. I tell them that its likely I will be having a c-section and they say yes.
So, after Dr Owen sits beside me and tells me about all the dangers of a c-section, ie my uterus may be removed, to which I said "Thats ok, I only wanted one baby", and potential bladder problems etc etc. I signed a consent form.
I recall asking them if they needed to have a break before they started on me and that got a few laughs.
They took hubby away and dressed him in operating theatre outfit, blue top, blue pants, red hair net and shoe covering.
Ok we are all in theatre now and all the doctors, anesthetist and the paediatrician are there.
I am laying there thinking, god I hope everything is all right.
(Cut to them starting to get Victor out).
I am looking at hubby and he is holding my hand. I hear a cry and say "Thats my son". I am crying now, that voice means the whole world to me. He is VERY LOUD and cries lustfully. They bring him over the curtain and show him to me I reach out and touch him. They get hubby to go to where the paediatrician is and he cuts Victors cord.
They all congratulated us. One of the doctors said to me " For future pregnancies I would recommend you elect a c-section, you have a shallow pelvis which is why he wasn't coming out vaginally.
(THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT TO KNOW EARLIER.)
(But, as all the doctors explained to me, when I asked them about this very thing, they no longer do x-rays to determine pelvis shape because they find it inaccurate.)
A few moments later they bring him to the side and I say "I love you", I am very emotional at this stage. It is all too incredible and full on. I am so overwhelmed. Then hubby goes up to the ward with Victor and the paediatrician.
They are sewing me up. I am chatting with the anesthetist and a nurse who is holding my hand. I am taking about Big Brother and wondering who won the show, a nurse goes to find out and we are all talking about the housemates. Hey, I just need to get through this and I am glad at the moment that I am talking and my mind is distracted from all the pulling about I feel in my tummy. I feel a little sick and they give me a needle to stop me being sick (but not before I did a little vomit).
Finally it is all over.
Sorry it was long
xx fertilethoughts
I had a beautiful, healthy, baby boy named VICTOR on the 30th July 2006 at 7:59pm. I was 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant when he arrived.
I AM IN LOVE WITH MY LITTLE MAN.
Birth details:
Well, what a COMPLETE SURPRISE birth turned out to be.
Firstly, on Saturday morning at 5:30 am my waters broke. I remember all the adrenaline I felt as I stood up and warm liquid poured down my legs. I woke my husband up and got in the shower. I was not in any pain, just a bit of shock and my legs were somewhat shaky. Got out of the shower and still was pouring liquid. The clear liquid turned bloody, it was my 'show'.
Rang the hospital and told them what happened. They told me to come in. All our bags were already prepared so off we went. I started getting period like cramps all the way to the hospital. We arrived and a midwife checked my blood pressure, took a urine sample and strapped me to a fetal monitor to time my contractions. It was difficult to lie there as I was contracting and trying to find a comfortable position. After 20 mins of me squirming and poor hubby being left to hold the belt down over Victor's heartbeat, the midwife returns. My contractions were not regular. She tells me that it is more then likely that I will be sent home and told to come back later. I was like "Why would that be, I mean my waters have broken isn't he coming now?". She called the doctor in, a lovely young lass, who explained that I was in 'pre-labour' and my contractions were not regular and it could be some time before I was in 'full blown labour'. She told me that she wanted me back at 7am the next morning to be INDUCED, but to come back if my contractions were stronger and more regular.
All this was doing my head in. I assumed, because of all the literature I read, that once you get a 'show' or your waters broke the baby is ready to come out. I was feeling pretty **** about being sent home as I thought to my self "What MORE do these people want?".
Anyhoo, we went home. Hubby went to sleep. I insisted he slept because I did not want an over tired ****ty, sensitive support person when I needed him the most. He slept while I had LOTS of baths and sat around alternating between shock and confusion. His aunt, who lives a street away, rang up to see if I wanted to go for a walk or have a cup of a tea. So, with my dog Max on a leash, and me hobbling about, we went to her place for tea and muffins and then for a long, long walk. I had a few contractions during this time. They were not every 5, 10 or 20 mins, they were all over the place.
Got home, had another bath (the bath was my friend). Finally Hubby gets up, makes some spaghetti and we eat. He watches something on tv but I am unable to sit still. I am fidgetting like crazy. My head is going "What is going to happen? What am I waiting for? Is everything all right?". Night time and I insist Hubby goes to sleep. I am thinking to myself, I hope this labour all happens on its own without them intervening. I have more baths and can not keep my eyes closed even though I am extraordinarily tired. I have contractions all over the place.
I can not wait for 6am so I can wake Hubby. Somewhere between 3 and 6 I decide to wash my hair and straighten it. This takes up 2 hours. Finally I march in and wake hubby up.
In the car trip I am having full-on contractions every couple of minutes.
When we get there, we are told to wait for a minute. We are the only ones there. Another couple sit down as well. I remember having a contraction in the lounge sitting area and thinking "How F*****g inconsiderate of them to allow women to contract in front of people". Not long after that thought we are called in.
I see my favourite lady doctor, Lenore, from the visits at the hospital. I was like 'hey', she said 'I saw that you came in last night so your getting induced huh?'. She had finished her shift but came in to the room and did my first 'cervical dilation check'. WOW, a whole big 2cms!!! She and hubby had a chat while I went to the loo and did my business.
She said a midwife would be taking over and she would come in and say good-bye on her way home.
I clogged up the toilet and we went to another room. I was happy about this as the room we were in, though lovely, was directly opposite the reception desk. The new room was far more discreet. (at the time this mattered a great deal to me).
So, in the room we meet a lovely midwife Natalie. She straps the monitor on me and puts the Syncotin drip into my arm.
Here's where the FUN begins.
The drug makes my stomach contract like one of those Alien movies. I mean, you can really see one whole side of my stomach raising up and down in the air. I am in a lot of pain. I scream every time I have a contraction. This is f****d up is all I can think. I am shocked this hurts so much and I want it to end. I feel like I will go crazy. I want to walk around to see if it will hurt less as I am in a bed hooked up to the fetal monitor and the drip. I go to the loo and the pain comes with me. Three doctors come in while I am on the loo and introduce themselves, one I have already met from my visits. They go again and I am back on the bed as we have to monitor the baby.
Three hours later and I have a cervical examination. I am now THREE cms. I have only dilated one cm in all that time.
I am starting to stress as it dawns on me that I am going to be here for a long, long time.
I feel INCREDIBLY disheartened and I hate contractions. I just want it all to end.
I start talking drugs now. She gives me the gas but I hate it. After 2 or 3 puffs I am over it and I want something REAL.
Natalie tells me she was induced also and had an epidural after 8hrs. She doesn't try to push me to have one as she has already read my birth plan and knows I don't want to have a needle in my spine.
I decide to have an epidural. I don't want this pain anymore.
The anesthetist comes in. She looks at my back and says "Wow, what an excellent scar, who did your back?" I told her Peter Turner and she said he is the best spine surgeon and she has worked with him. Instantly I TRUST her and am perfectly still.
I LOVE EPIDURALS.
The mood is very different in the room. Hubby no longer tells me to breathe (as if that **** worked) through contractions. The drip is turned even higher, and my stomach is literally leaping into the air. I am happily laying back, chatting with the midwife about babies, diapers etc and having a great time all round. I even get some good sleep!!!
I found out that the reason inductions have such a high epidural rate, an average of 85% of women have epidurals with inductions, is that there is little rest in between the contractions and they force the contractions to last for a long time, more intense then real labour.
Its about 4:30 and Natalie is finishing her shift. A new midwife, Anna, takes over. I am checked by Anna at 4:30pm and I have dilated to 5cm.
I know this is not a good thing. She tells me she is going to turn the drip off because Victor is getting a little distressed.
I know logically what is going to happen.
The doctors come in and inform me that I havn't progressed that much in all these hours. I tell them that its likely I will be having a c-section and they say yes.
So, after Dr Owen sits beside me and tells me about all the dangers of a c-section, ie my uterus may be removed, to which I said "Thats ok, I only wanted one baby", and potential bladder problems etc etc. I signed a consent form.
I recall asking them if they needed to have a break before they started on me and that got a few laughs.
They took hubby away and dressed him in operating theatre outfit, blue top, blue pants, red hair net and shoe covering.
Ok we are all in theatre now and all the doctors, anesthetist and the paediatrician are there.
I am laying there thinking, god I hope everything is all right.
(Cut to them starting to get Victor out).
I am looking at hubby and he is holding my hand. I hear a cry and say "Thats my son". I am crying now, that voice means the whole world to me. He is VERY LOUD and cries lustfully. They bring him over the curtain and show him to me I reach out and touch him. They get hubby to go to where the paediatrician is and he cuts Victors cord.
They all congratulated us. One of the doctors said to me " For future pregnancies I would recommend you elect a c-section, you have a shallow pelvis which is why he wasn't coming out vaginally.
(THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT TO KNOW EARLIER.)
(But, as all the doctors explained to me, when I asked them about this very thing, they no longer do x-rays to determine pelvis shape because they find it inaccurate.)
A few moments later they bring him to the side and I say "I love you", I am very emotional at this stage. It is all too incredible and full on. I am so overwhelmed. Then hubby goes up to the ward with Victor and the paediatrician.
They are sewing me up. I am chatting with the anesthetist and a nurse who is holding my hand. I am taking about Big Brother and wondering who won the show, a nurse goes to find out and we are all talking about the housemates. Hey, I just need to get through this and I am glad at the moment that I am talking and my mind is distracted from all the pulling about I feel in my tummy. I feel a little sick and they give me a needle to stop me being sick (but not before I did a little vomit).
Finally it is all over.
Sorry it was long
xx fertilethoughts