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[~Marigold~]

I have just realised that another poster has a similar title to this and can't edit the title but would like it changed to :"My Waters Broke- So Where's My Baby?"
I went in for my final appointment a few days before I was due and was very excited to be offered a Stretch and Sweep to see if we could get things started. I'm guessing the procedure worked, because less than 24 hours later, whilst lying in bed trying to get comfortable with my 9 months pregnant belly not helping any, I suddenly felt a 'POP' and felt the hot liquid gush down between my legs. There was no mistaking it- it was 3:15am and my waters had broke!
With a surge of excitment and adrenaline, hubby and our eldest boy, 12, began the mad dash to the hospital; I quickly showered and remember saying to DH- "This is going to be a fast labour" as I was already experiencing contractions between 5 and 3 minutes apart.S
o we arrive at the hospital (me soaked and leaking as I hobble down the hall to the nurses reception) and I'm hooked up for monitoring. Nothing. We wait a couple of hours. Still nothing. Suddenly our excitment turns to frustration as every niggle and twinge subsides and I'm sent home to wait.
We go back the next day as advised, at midday and still nothing has progressed. Back home and more waiting- I try to sleep but find it impossible.
Back again at 6pm that same evening and we are told that if nothing happens overnight then I will be induced the next morning. I go back home again and experience some strong, irregular contractions throughout the night and only manage a couple of restless hours sleeping until we're back at the hospital bright and early for my induction.
I'm examined and told, much to my dismay, that baby is in the posteria position- something I'd known throughout my pegnancy and had spent hours on the ground rocking back and forth on all fours trying reverse, willing getting bub to "spin" the other way. I'd been informed a few weeks earlier that my baby had turned the right way so I'd stopped worrying; until now. I worried that a posteria baby would equal a longer, more painful labour and possible trouble with pushing.

I was given the gel to get the induction started and after a full day pacing up and down the hospital wards, we came to realise that it wasn't working. I was finally placed on the drip which really kick started the contractions. Almost immediately labour was in full swing.
With my first labour I'd had a shot of Pethadine for pain relief and swore I'd avoid it this time as it seemed to do very little for the pain and only made me groggy. With this labour I found the pains to be much stronger right from the get go- but I pushed through each one by gripping the barrier on the side of the bed for dear life and used the gas throughout each contraction, biting down on the device so hard that I ended up closing the valve with my teeth!
By 8cm's dilated I'd had enough. I asked for the epidural and felt immense relief as my contraction pain eased.
At 11:50pm, on Saturady the 28th of July 2012, my actual due date, it was time to push. Luckily bub had turned the right way for me by this stage and my beautiful daughter was born after just 5 minutes of pushing, making her enterance into the world at 11:55pm. A
ll was not good straight away, though; I panicked when I heard the nurses saying something about the cord being around her neck and was filled with absolute dread and fear for the few minutes it took them to remove it.
My baby girl was placed on my chest and instantly took to me for a guzzle and fed away like a pro for hte first few hours of her life. T
he moment you have your baby in your arms is the single most amazing experience in the world. the feeling of instant, pure love and joy consumes you.

So much for my prediction of a "fast labour!" But, weighing 7 pounds 6 Ounces, C.J completes my family and I'd do her birth over again any day.


BH Editor: If you are still taking submissions I'd love to have this story included. I will email this to the address you gave above as well as some photos.

***Also please note that I've just realised that this version is over 500 words but the one I have emailed you is shorter and I hope below the 500 word mark!! ***

[MonsterMoosMum]

Emailed mine to you

[bheditor]

I have just realised that another poster has a similar title to this and can't edit the title but would like it changed to :"My Waters Broke- So Where's My Baby?"
I went in for my final appointment a few days before I was due and was very excited to be offered a Stretch and Sweep to see if we could get things started. I'm guessing the procedure worked, because less than 24 hours later, whilst lying in bed trying to get comfortable with my 9 months pregnant belly not helping any, I suddenly felt a 'POP' and felt the hot liquid gush down between my legs. There was no mistaking it- it was 3:15am and my waters had broke!
With a surge of excitment and adrenaline, hubby and our eldest boy, 12, began the mad dash to the hospital; I quickly showered and remember saying to DH- "This is going to be a fast labour" as I was already experiencing contractions between 5 and 3 minutes apart.S
o we arrive at the hospital (me soaked and leaking as I hobble down the hall to the nurses reception) and I'm hooked up for monitoring. Nothing. We wait a couple of hours. Still nothing. Suddenly our excitment turns to frustration as every niggle and twinge subsides and I'm sent home to wait.
We go back the next day as advised, at midday and still nothing has progressed. Back home and more waiting- I try to sleep but find it impossible.
Back again at 6pm that same evening and we are told that if nothing happens overnight then I will be induced the next morning. I go back home again and experience some strong, irregular contractions throughout the night and only manage a couple of restless hours sleeping until we're back at the hospital bright and early for my induction.
I'm examined and told, much to my dismay, that baby is in the posteria position- something I'd known throughout my pegnancy and had spent hours on the ground rocking back and forth on all fours trying reverse, willing getting bub to "spin" the other way. I'd been informed a few weeks earlier that my baby had turned the right way so I'd stopped worrying; until now. I worried that a posteria baby would equal a longer, more painful labour and possible trouble with pushing.

I was given the gel to get the induction started and after a full day pacing up and down the hospital wards, we came to realise that it wasn't working. I was finally placed on the drip which really kick started the contractions. Almost immediately labour was in full swing.
With my first labour I'd had a shot of Pethadine for pain relief and swore I'd avoid it this time as it seemed to do very little for the pain and only made me groggy. With this labour I found the pains to be much stronger right from the get go- but I pushed through each one by gripping the barrier on the side of the bed for dear life and used the gas throughout each contraction, biting down on the device so hard that I ended up closing the valve with my teeth!
By 8cm's dilated I'd had enough. I asked for the epidural and felt immense relief as my contraction pain eased.
At 11:50pm, on Saturady the 28th of July 2012, my actual due date, it was time to push. Luckily bub had turned the right way for me by this stage and my beautiful daughter was born after just 5 minutes of pushing, making her enterance into the world at 11:55pm. A
ll was not good straight away, though; I panicked when I heard the nurses saying something about the cord being around her neck and was filled with absolute dread and fear for the few minutes it took them to remove it.
My baby girl was placed on my chest and instantly took to me for a guzzle and fed away like a pro for hte first few hours of her life. T
he moment you have your baby in your arms is the single most amazing experience in the world. the feeling of instant, pure love and joy consumes you.

So much for my prediction of a "fast labour!" But, weighing 7 pounds 6 Ounces, C.J completes my family and I'd do her birth over again any day.


BH Editor: If you are still taking submissions I'd love to have this story included. I will email this to the address you gave above as well as some photos.

***Also please note that I've just realised that this version is over 500 words but the one I have emailed you is shorter and I hope below the 500 word mark!! ***

Thanks! Got your email too! This length is fine. Would you prefer me to use the extended version?

[~Marigold~]

Thanks! Got your email too! This length is fine. Would you prefer me to use the extended version?

Thanks. And yes if the number of words isn't an issue that would be great

[bheditor]

I was told my baby was to small at the last ultrasound, a week before her due date, the 14th of July 2010. They told me she wasnt yet fully developed and would most likely land nearly two weeks overdue and need a c-section.
My best friend, who happens to be gay, had bought us tickets to see the titanic exhibition a few months prior for the 12th of july. He stayed over the night prior so we could watch the movie and drive down together the next morning. At around 5.30am I woke up to a contraction, the pain didnt last long and once it past I quickly jumped out of bed excited and attempted to wake my friend. I only made it a few steps before the second contraction hit and boy it hit hard. This baby was coming and it was coming fast. We sped to the hospital, thankfully only 4 minutes around the corner. When we arrived I was already 6 1/2 cm dilated. My nan and friend was with me. I dont remember much from then on. There were complications but still nearly two years on I cant seem to get anybody to tell me what actually happened. I kept falling in and out of conscisness. There are flashes that I do remember, a mid wife forcing me to sit on the toilet, I didnt want to be there I wanted to go back to the bed. I threw a punch at her but missed and hit the wall behind her. They told me she was stuck and wanted to use forceps. I refused. The nurse tried to take away my gas so I chomped down on her hand. They then told me that my baby was loosing oxygen, I could fell them trying to pull her out with their hands. She finaly came 4.00pm exactly. I was so happy but they quickly cut the cord and practicly threw her into my nans arms, suddenly there was near a dozen nurses and doctors in the room. I was loosing blood, alot of blood. I kept telling them i was going to be ok, I just needed to hold my baby ang get some sleep. They wouldnt let me do either, they got my fri9end to try and keep me awake. It didnt work, I was alseep within seconds. I woke four hours later,alone exept for my baby girl beside me. I remember that as clear as anything. everything stopped and I forgot everything else. Completly unaware of the blood caked all over my body and the two drips I was attatched to I knelt beside her too scared to pick her up so I held her hand and kiseed her on the forhead and just watched her. I was barely 17 but knew that no matter what was to happen that I was now a mother, a real mother and I was going to be brilliant at it

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