honeydew
15-04-2007, 17:21
Okay, so this is 9 months old, but here it is anyways…..(sorry it is so long)...
My waters broke on my due date (10/07/06). I remember at the time I was so shaky, a mixture of nervousness and excitement- this was finally IT! I called DH in from outside and told him that the baby was on it’s way- I think the words I used were “OMG OMG OMG ring the hospital my waters just broke” :laughing: While he was on the phone I jumped in the shower (had to shave my legs of course!) and then realised that the fluid was coming out green and I knew that this wasn’t right. The hospital told us to come in to get me checked out but that I would probably be sent back home since I wasn’t having contractions yet and that I would have to go back that night to be put on an antibiotic drip to protect the baby from infection, and that I would be induced the following morning if nothing more was happening.
So off we went, the midwife checked out the fluid and said that it wasn’t anything to be too worried about, the baby was fine, and it looked like old meconium (sp?) that was possibly up to 8 weeks old. My poor baby had been swimming in its poo for 8 weeks! She did an internal and informed me that I hadn’t starting dilating and to go back home and come in at 8pm that night. Off we went back home, I was so deflated and just wanted my baby NOW. My mum came after she finished work and by 6pm that night I was struggling to hold a conversation during contractions, and by 7pm they were coming every 5 mins so we decided to head off to hospital early.
We arrived at hospital at about 7:30pm and were taken to the ward and into a private room where we would spend the night. They put one of those contraction minitor thingys on and the midwife came and told me that the baby’s back was pushing into my back instead of the other way around. Dilation was checked, nothing much more had happened. I spent the night in pain, DH & Mum were jumping up every 5 mins to rub my back then it would take 3 mins to get me comfortable in bed and the hot packs in all the right places, then by the time that was done I’d jump up again and throw them off me- it was a LONG night! The midwife came in at about 2am to give me the antibiotics through the drip and I begged for something for the pain because the hot packs weren’t working as well and I was just getting hot and bothered. She said they wouldn’t do an epidural until later in the morning so I accepted pethadine.
The next morning at about 7:45 the midwife came and took me to the delivery suite to put me on the drip that brings on contractions and to give me the epidural. So I got up there and had the epidural which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and it was great because then I couldn’t feel anything whatsoever from the waist down. The only bad thing was the baby had to have a thing screwed into his head to monitor his heart rate.
At about lunch time they checked me again and said that if I didn’t start dilating in a couple of hours then I would definitely need a c/s as the baby was still laying with his back against mine and he didn’t look like turning anytime soon. I was so upset and kept saying I didn’t want a c/s, even though now I look back and wish I had one because it would have been a lot easier than what happened in the end. They came back at 2pm and I was still only 5cm dilated and they were talking about organizing the c/s for about 3:30. I had another check at 3pm and luckily I had by that stage dilated to 7cm so they thought that maybe it would be a lot quicker than expected and I could deliver within a couple of hours. So they topped up the epidural one last time and turned the drip right up so that it would speed things up a bit.
The epidural wore off at about 5:30 and by 6pm I was feeling every contraction and started feeling the need to push so the midwife checked and I was fully dilated so she said that the baby would be born within the hour. I was so exhausted but relived because I thought the end was near. Once I started having to push I felt so out of control and was crying and vomiting and DH and Mum were massaging my back. I was feeling hot but I was shivering and I started feeling like I needed to rip all of the tubes and needles out of me because I felt so restricted. By about 7pm the contractions were every minute and lasting like 45 seconds so I was having no break in between but the midwife kept telling me that it would only be a little bit longer.
The pushing was so hard and exhausting, after every one I honestly felt like I was going to die and I couldn’t go on any longer, and it felt like I passed out in between every contraction. By about 9:30pm I couldn’t do it any longer so they called the Dr on call on to come and to a ventouse (sp?) suction delivery as they realised that he wasn’t going to come out himself. I had to keep pushing because I couldn’t stop the feeling of needing to.
The Dr finally arrived (he had to be called in from home) and he seemed to take forever to prepare everything. I had heaps of needles up inside because he had to cut me and once the suction thing started it was so scary because I was still needing to push and he couldn’t get the thing to stay on the baby’s head and he had to keep cutting me, Mum said she counted about 4 times that he cut.
After 38 hours of labour, including four and a half hours of exhausting pushing, our precious baby boy Mason Alexander was welcomed into the world at 10:30pm on Tuesday 11/07/06. Of course I was crying and Mum was crying and DH cut the cord and Mason was so beautiful. I will never forget that moment when I held him in my arms for the first time. I felt like my heart was going to explode with love. He was just amazing, and he was OURS forever.
They gave me the needle and I delivered the placenta which was so easy, it came out in one push, not that I was taking any notice, I was too busy staring at my new baby.
So we thought everything was fine but then suddenly the doctor went into a panic and was pushing really hard on my stomach and telling to midwife to ring theatre and get them prepped and the emergency button was pushed and over the loud speaker of the hospital it was going “Emergency in the labour ward, all staff to the labour ward” over and over. I was so scared because they weren’t telling me what was happening and I thought I was dying. The Dr was shoving bandages up inside me then pulling them out again trying to stop the blood. All of a sudden all these people came running in the room and they took Mason from me and it all happend so quickly.
As I was wheeled out of the room I remember looking at DH holding Mason and I honestly thought it was going to be the last time I saw them because I was so scared and thought I was going to die. I remember thinking “I knew it was too good to be true”.
I don’t remember much after that and I woke up at about midnight in recovery. I had to stay there for a little while and then they wheeled me down to the wards. Eventually at about 2am DH, Mason and Mum came in and I got to cuddle my little boy for the first time. I couldn’t believe that this was MY son, finally I was a mother. He was the most beautiful little person I had ever met in my entire life.
The recovery after Mason’s birth was hard. I had so many stitches both inside and out and had trouble moving around. Apparently they managed to stop all the bleeding once I was taken to theatre and I had grazes all up inside but nothing too serious. I blame the hospital for the labour going so wrong, they should have done a caesarean before they let it go that long (country hospital). The one thing that I feel resentful about is that I missed out on my sons first few hours of life. I didn’t get to see him get weighed and measured or bathed, and everyone else got to bond with him before I did and I was the one who had carried him and nurtured him inside me for 9 whole months.
Life with our little boy Mason is better than I could have ever imagined it would be. He is 9 months old now and he brings so much joy and laughter into our home every day. Time had flown by so quickly, it is amazing to think that he will be ONE soon!!
Sorry this is so long, it feels good to write it down and share it….:ecomcity:
STATS: Mason Alexander, 9lb 4oz (4.2kg), Length 54cm, Head Circumference 38.5cm
My waters broke on my due date (10/07/06). I remember at the time I was so shaky, a mixture of nervousness and excitement- this was finally IT! I called DH in from outside and told him that the baby was on it’s way- I think the words I used were “OMG OMG OMG ring the hospital my waters just broke” :laughing: While he was on the phone I jumped in the shower (had to shave my legs of course!) and then realised that the fluid was coming out green and I knew that this wasn’t right. The hospital told us to come in to get me checked out but that I would probably be sent back home since I wasn’t having contractions yet and that I would have to go back that night to be put on an antibiotic drip to protect the baby from infection, and that I would be induced the following morning if nothing more was happening.
So off we went, the midwife checked out the fluid and said that it wasn’t anything to be too worried about, the baby was fine, and it looked like old meconium (sp?) that was possibly up to 8 weeks old. My poor baby had been swimming in its poo for 8 weeks! She did an internal and informed me that I hadn’t starting dilating and to go back home and come in at 8pm that night. Off we went back home, I was so deflated and just wanted my baby NOW. My mum came after she finished work and by 6pm that night I was struggling to hold a conversation during contractions, and by 7pm they were coming every 5 mins so we decided to head off to hospital early.
We arrived at hospital at about 7:30pm and were taken to the ward and into a private room where we would spend the night. They put one of those contraction minitor thingys on and the midwife came and told me that the baby’s back was pushing into my back instead of the other way around. Dilation was checked, nothing much more had happened. I spent the night in pain, DH & Mum were jumping up every 5 mins to rub my back then it would take 3 mins to get me comfortable in bed and the hot packs in all the right places, then by the time that was done I’d jump up again and throw them off me- it was a LONG night! The midwife came in at about 2am to give me the antibiotics through the drip and I begged for something for the pain because the hot packs weren’t working as well and I was just getting hot and bothered. She said they wouldn’t do an epidural until later in the morning so I accepted pethadine.
The next morning at about 7:45 the midwife came and took me to the delivery suite to put me on the drip that brings on contractions and to give me the epidural. So I got up there and had the epidural which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and it was great because then I couldn’t feel anything whatsoever from the waist down. The only bad thing was the baby had to have a thing screwed into his head to monitor his heart rate.
At about lunch time they checked me again and said that if I didn’t start dilating in a couple of hours then I would definitely need a c/s as the baby was still laying with his back against mine and he didn’t look like turning anytime soon. I was so upset and kept saying I didn’t want a c/s, even though now I look back and wish I had one because it would have been a lot easier than what happened in the end. They came back at 2pm and I was still only 5cm dilated and they were talking about organizing the c/s for about 3:30. I had another check at 3pm and luckily I had by that stage dilated to 7cm so they thought that maybe it would be a lot quicker than expected and I could deliver within a couple of hours. So they topped up the epidural one last time and turned the drip right up so that it would speed things up a bit.
The epidural wore off at about 5:30 and by 6pm I was feeling every contraction and started feeling the need to push so the midwife checked and I was fully dilated so she said that the baby would be born within the hour. I was so exhausted but relived because I thought the end was near. Once I started having to push I felt so out of control and was crying and vomiting and DH and Mum were massaging my back. I was feeling hot but I was shivering and I started feeling like I needed to rip all of the tubes and needles out of me because I felt so restricted. By about 7pm the contractions were every minute and lasting like 45 seconds so I was having no break in between but the midwife kept telling me that it would only be a little bit longer.
The pushing was so hard and exhausting, after every one I honestly felt like I was going to die and I couldn’t go on any longer, and it felt like I passed out in between every contraction. By about 9:30pm I couldn’t do it any longer so they called the Dr on call on to come and to a ventouse (sp?) suction delivery as they realised that he wasn’t going to come out himself. I had to keep pushing because I couldn’t stop the feeling of needing to.
The Dr finally arrived (he had to be called in from home) and he seemed to take forever to prepare everything. I had heaps of needles up inside because he had to cut me and once the suction thing started it was so scary because I was still needing to push and he couldn’t get the thing to stay on the baby’s head and he had to keep cutting me, Mum said she counted about 4 times that he cut.
After 38 hours of labour, including four and a half hours of exhausting pushing, our precious baby boy Mason Alexander was welcomed into the world at 10:30pm on Tuesday 11/07/06. Of course I was crying and Mum was crying and DH cut the cord and Mason was so beautiful. I will never forget that moment when I held him in my arms for the first time. I felt like my heart was going to explode with love. He was just amazing, and he was OURS forever.
They gave me the needle and I delivered the placenta which was so easy, it came out in one push, not that I was taking any notice, I was too busy staring at my new baby.
So we thought everything was fine but then suddenly the doctor went into a panic and was pushing really hard on my stomach and telling to midwife to ring theatre and get them prepped and the emergency button was pushed and over the loud speaker of the hospital it was going “Emergency in the labour ward, all staff to the labour ward” over and over. I was so scared because they weren’t telling me what was happening and I thought I was dying. The Dr was shoving bandages up inside me then pulling them out again trying to stop the blood. All of a sudden all these people came running in the room and they took Mason from me and it all happend so quickly.
As I was wheeled out of the room I remember looking at DH holding Mason and I honestly thought it was going to be the last time I saw them because I was so scared and thought I was going to die. I remember thinking “I knew it was too good to be true”.
I don’t remember much after that and I woke up at about midnight in recovery. I had to stay there for a little while and then they wheeled me down to the wards. Eventually at about 2am DH, Mason and Mum came in and I got to cuddle my little boy for the first time. I couldn’t believe that this was MY son, finally I was a mother. He was the most beautiful little person I had ever met in my entire life.
The recovery after Mason’s birth was hard. I had so many stitches both inside and out and had trouble moving around. Apparently they managed to stop all the bleeding once I was taken to theatre and I had grazes all up inside but nothing too serious. I blame the hospital for the labour going so wrong, they should have done a caesarean before they let it go that long (country hospital). The one thing that I feel resentful about is that I missed out on my sons first few hours of life. I didn’t get to see him get weighed and measured or bathed, and everyone else got to bond with him before I did and I was the one who had carried him and nurtured him inside me for 9 whole months.
Life with our little boy Mason is better than I could have ever imagined it would be. He is 9 months old now and he brings so much joy and laughter into our home every day. Time had flown by so quickly, it is amazing to think that he will be ONE soon!!
Sorry this is so long, it feels good to write it down and share it….:ecomcity:
STATS: Mason Alexander, 9lb 4oz (4.2kg), Length 54cm, Head Circumference 38.5cm