On Friday, September 14, I went to my hospy for a check up as my little girl hadn't moved much. I was overdue, by my o date and early u/s she was due on the 9th, by LMP due the 11th. At a scan at 34 weeks I was told she was measuring big, over two weeks ahead, so I was pretty scared about going over.
i kept trying to tell the midwives this but not many of them seemed concerned. Also, bub was posterior. A visit to the chiro saw her turn into a better position but four days later she was OP again.
At this hosp check up the ctg showed all was fine. A quick u/s showed plenty of fluids. I tried again to articulate my fear of having a huge baby and an induction meaning monitoring, reduced mobility and being confined to a bed- not good for posterior labour and also not great for the SPD I'd been battling. In trying to tell the middy I burst into tears, mainly of frustration and sheer tiredness- sleep had become a thing of the past! She was lovely, sat me down in a private room for a chat, got a dr in to see me and prescribe some painkillers
for the spd and organized the same dr to do a membrane sweep to hopefully start things off.
The dr said my cervix was still posterior and not thinned out, only maybe 1 cm dilated. I was a wee bit devastated. DH and I left the hospital to get some lunch, and while out, I had a few short, hard pains.
we went home and I continued to get these pains with no regular pattern throughout the night. Three or four times during the night, the pain woke me up, but I was able to drift off again (thank you panadeine forte!)
The next morning at around 7, the pains were coming about every 20 mins or so. I figured I was in for a long day so around 9 we packed the kids off to the neighbours house (lucky my Bestie lives next door!). We spent the day pacing the street and kneeling leaned over the fitball. There was a co uple of times the pains seemed to stop for an hour, then they'd be back, but I was able to rest a bit. I called the hospital around 3, they seemed to think I was ok to stay home, so I did. What was bugging me was I wasn't sure if this was it or not! With my first I'd been induced so had no idea what natural labour started like! By about 7 pm we decided to go in and get checked out as things were getting more uncomfortable. Contractions were about 3-4 minutes apart. By the time we made the short trip to hospital, the crushing pains in my back had started. An internal showed I was about 3cm. While we were there, the contractions slowed down, coming every 6-7 minutes! We opted to go home. The midwife told me to eat some dinner and hop into the bath, while reassuring me that yes, it WAS happening, but I might not have baby til the following morning sometime.
We came home and I spent half an hour or so in the bath which frustrated me as I couldn't have it anywhere near as hot as I wanted it! DH defrosted some leftover risotto in the mean time and then helped me out of the tub. The water birth I had thought I wanted didn't seem like such a good idea any more for some reason!
i managed to eat a bit, then tried to lay on my side and doze between contractions. Suddenly they seemed to be coming on top of each other and the crushing pain in my back was getting too hard to bear. I kept needing to wee, and walking to the toilet was getting terribly hard. Sitting on the toilet felt like I was being punched in the back- it was agonizing, and I was starting to remember the posterior labour I went through ten years before this one- but this one seemed a lot worse! My whole pelvis was sore but my lower back felt like it was being punched with each contraction. I told DH he had to take me to hospital. I told him I wanted an epidural or whatever else they could give me, I was really feeling panicked. He phoned the hospital and we left. It was 1010pm. The short drive was awful on my poor back! We staggered up towards the main entry and a kind security guard unlocked it for us, even offering me a wheelchair, but I couldn't face the idea of sitting down!