Ashleigh<3
30-10-2006, 15:53
So I thought it was about time I get cracking onto my birth story. Wasn't sure wether to post this in waterbirths or just birth stories, figured it's best in this thread area.
Little Chloe Anna is almost three weeks old. I’m already saying, she’s growing up so fast. :(
Having three due dates, the 29th, 30th and then a midwife due date, October 2nd (which I was thankful for, as I only had one day left before I was going to be induced!)
I was so anxious! When will she be here? Grrrr…
Started the 'bringing on labour' techniques after my 40 week apptmnt. Lots of walking, spicy foods, love making, Evening primrose oil capsules….
Then on the night of October 10th, I was almost ready to just give up! But DP and I instead, decided to go for a very long walk, then when we got home, some lovemaking, and I propped my bottom up on a pillow for a while, then inserted three evening primrose oil capsules and propped my bottom up again. (This was advice from the middies) Sorry for TMI!
It was about 4:30am, Started having these horrible menstrual like pains. Got up and started walking around my house, walked around in constant circles in every single room I could find.
Up and down the stairs plenty of times.
They were definitely intensifying, Did this for two hours or so. Then had a shower, they only got worse. So I then started timing them. They were two-three minutes apart. Kept timing them for an hour. By now it was 7:30am, I called the midwife, told her the news, she congratulated me for making it before my induce date. Told me to come in, in one hour.
:smiliedance:
We got in the car and saw that we needed petrol. We wouldn’t of made it to the hospital even though it’s just down the road.
So we got petrol, ended up getting to the hospital at 9am.
Contractions were getting worse. The only comfortable position I could find was leaning over a table, trying not to dig my nails too deep into the wood!
Tried the bean bag- No thanks, Tried the ball- This was actually okay for a while.
My main problem was sitting on my butt, too much pressure, too much pain! But I desperately needed to sit down some how, I was exhausted, having been walking around since 4:30am, The only time I had sat down was the every two minutes I had to pee, and when were in the car on our way over.
10:00am They did a vaginal examination. Great! I was 2cm dilated!
Midwife suggested I hope into the shower. So I was probably in the shower for about one hour non stop. (sorry about water restrictions, midwife told me it didn’t apply to the hospital so I was okay with it, but then again whilst in labour, of all things-would you even care about water restrictions?)
Hopped out of the shower, these contractions were getting so hard to deal with, I was so exhausted, and I had already felt like I had taken the gas, I felt delusional just off being so damn tired!
Walked around for a while tried the bean bag again, birthing ball, NOPE- definitely cannot sit down right now. Way too painful!
By now it was about 11am, Midwife told me to hop back in the shower. So I did.
This is when I started to cry, I was hugging the poles on the wall of the shower, trying to hold my body weight on them, my legs were just going to give in! Started begging for the drugs, I asked Adam if he could sweet talk the middies into scoring me some, even though I knew the hospital I was at didn’t use drugs for labour, I thought it was worth a shot!
So anyway, no luck there. Just had to bite down and deal, I was secretly glad though, as in my birth plan I had in bold, capital letters NO DRUGS.
I heard in the background ENYA playing, Adam asked why we couldn’t play some of our music, midwife asked what type of music we listened to and she quickly said, "no way! and trust me, you’ll feel worse, and after the birth that song will remind you of labour and pain". She was right, I hate enya!:p
I had the best midwife on duty, she really stuck to my birth plan, and didn’t take my frustrated labour cries into account, I almost hated her at the time for it, but love her now for everything she did, and the way she went about it all so perfectly!
By now it was 1pm and she wanted to do another examination. (btw in my opinion, having a vaginal examination, whilst having the most intense contractions imaginable,:eek: is by far worse then the point of pushing the baby out! Just my personal opinion there though!)
So she said I was 5cm dilated, she started filling the birthing bath up (just imagine a triangular spa bath,
but only three times the size to accommodate my large preg-asus body!)
Took about 20 minutes to fill up. I hopped in, and wow what relief! Couldn’t believe how much water helped with the pain, by now I knew I was right in opting for the water birth!
I lasted till 2:30pm before I really needed the gas, was having trouble breathing, Chloe was very much head down, the middie kept reminded me she had felt her head during the last examination. So I knew she was close, still had a lot of pressure on my lungs/ribcage though, so the gas + oxygen really helped me get through those contractions without the whole suffocation feeling going on.
10 minutes of sucking down hard on the gas, I was as drunk as a skunk, and talking all kinds of ****.
My Grandma, mum, Adam’s mum, my sister and Adam were all sitting around the room. Laughing their heads off at me, I recall turning around saying to my sister, (quotations from the movie ‘Mean girls’)
“DON’T HAVE SEX! YOU WILL GET PREGNANT, AND YOU WILL DIE”.
Of course it was just my wacky, loopy, gassed up! Sense of humour that was talking, I don’t really think like that.
Around 4pm, my grandma ducked out and I was furious, I was screaming, get my grandma back in here! She flew all the way over here for this I wont have her missing it! So she came back.
My Grandma was quite entertained! She informed me afterwards that I had only said the 'f' word twice through out the whole Labour! I was glad to hear i did that well. Seriously thought i'd be swearing my head off!
(continuing on below)
Little Chloe Anna is almost three weeks old. I’m already saying, she’s growing up so fast. :(
Having three due dates, the 29th, 30th and then a midwife due date, October 2nd (which I was thankful for, as I only had one day left before I was going to be induced!)
I was so anxious! When will she be here? Grrrr…
Started the 'bringing on labour' techniques after my 40 week apptmnt. Lots of walking, spicy foods, love making, Evening primrose oil capsules….
Then on the night of October 10th, I was almost ready to just give up! But DP and I instead, decided to go for a very long walk, then when we got home, some lovemaking, and I propped my bottom up on a pillow for a while, then inserted three evening primrose oil capsules and propped my bottom up again. (This was advice from the middies) Sorry for TMI!
It was about 4:30am, Started having these horrible menstrual like pains. Got up and started walking around my house, walked around in constant circles in every single room I could find.
Up and down the stairs plenty of times.
They were definitely intensifying, Did this for two hours or so. Then had a shower, they only got worse. So I then started timing them. They were two-three minutes apart. Kept timing them for an hour. By now it was 7:30am, I called the midwife, told her the news, she congratulated me for making it before my induce date. Told me to come in, in one hour.
:smiliedance:
We got in the car and saw that we needed petrol. We wouldn’t of made it to the hospital even though it’s just down the road.
So we got petrol, ended up getting to the hospital at 9am.
Contractions were getting worse. The only comfortable position I could find was leaning over a table, trying not to dig my nails too deep into the wood!
Tried the bean bag- No thanks, Tried the ball- This was actually okay for a while.
My main problem was sitting on my butt, too much pressure, too much pain! But I desperately needed to sit down some how, I was exhausted, having been walking around since 4:30am, The only time I had sat down was the every two minutes I had to pee, and when were in the car on our way over.
10:00am They did a vaginal examination. Great! I was 2cm dilated!
Midwife suggested I hope into the shower. So I was probably in the shower for about one hour non stop. (sorry about water restrictions, midwife told me it didn’t apply to the hospital so I was okay with it, but then again whilst in labour, of all things-would you even care about water restrictions?)
Hopped out of the shower, these contractions were getting so hard to deal with, I was so exhausted, and I had already felt like I had taken the gas, I felt delusional just off being so damn tired!
Walked around for a while tried the bean bag again, birthing ball, NOPE- definitely cannot sit down right now. Way too painful!
By now it was about 11am, Midwife told me to hop back in the shower. So I did.
This is when I started to cry, I was hugging the poles on the wall of the shower, trying to hold my body weight on them, my legs were just going to give in! Started begging for the drugs, I asked Adam if he could sweet talk the middies into scoring me some, even though I knew the hospital I was at didn’t use drugs for labour, I thought it was worth a shot!
So anyway, no luck there. Just had to bite down and deal, I was secretly glad though, as in my birth plan I had in bold, capital letters NO DRUGS.
I heard in the background ENYA playing, Adam asked why we couldn’t play some of our music, midwife asked what type of music we listened to and she quickly said, "no way! and trust me, you’ll feel worse, and after the birth that song will remind you of labour and pain". She was right, I hate enya!:p
I had the best midwife on duty, she really stuck to my birth plan, and didn’t take my frustrated labour cries into account, I almost hated her at the time for it, but love her now for everything she did, and the way she went about it all so perfectly!
By now it was 1pm and she wanted to do another examination. (btw in my opinion, having a vaginal examination, whilst having the most intense contractions imaginable,:eek: is by far worse then the point of pushing the baby out! Just my personal opinion there though!)
So she said I was 5cm dilated, she started filling the birthing bath up (just imagine a triangular spa bath,
but only three times the size to accommodate my large preg-asus body!)
Took about 20 minutes to fill up. I hopped in, and wow what relief! Couldn’t believe how much water helped with the pain, by now I knew I was right in opting for the water birth!
I lasted till 2:30pm before I really needed the gas, was having trouble breathing, Chloe was very much head down, the middie kept reminded me she had felt her head during the last examination. So I knew she was close, still had a lot of pressure on my lungs/ribcage though, so the gas + oxygen really helped me get through those contractions without the whole suffocation feeling going on.
10 minutes of sucking down hard on the gas, I was as drunk as a skunk, and talking all kinds of ****.
My Grandma, mum, Adam’s mum, my sister and Adam were all sitting around the room. Laughing their heads off at me, I recall turning around saying to my sister, (quotations from the movie ‘Mean girls’)
“DON’T HAVE SEX! YOU WILL GET PREGNANT, AND YOU WILL DIE”.
Of course it was just my wacky, loopy, gassed up! Sense of humour that was talking, I don’t really think like that.
Around 4pm, my grandma ducked out and I was furious, I was screaming, get my grandma back in here! She flew all the way over here for this I wont have her missing it! So she came back.
My Grandma was quite entertained! She informed me afterwards that I had only said the 'f' word twice through out the whole Labour! I was glad to hear i did that well. Seriously thought i'd be swearing my head off!
(continuing on below)