Our sweet little prince was due to enter the world on June 30 but decided he was staying put a little longer.
Being seven days over your due date is not fun. At all.
I woke up on July 7 with the most god-awful back pain. It was early. I waddled to the bathroom just in time for the pop and gush. I guess it was that moment it felt all real, I was going to be a mum and I was going to have a son.
I remember yelling out to Ben, “it’s time, it’s time!”. It took him five minutes to realise what I was yelling about then he came running. Bags were chucked in the car and away we went. It was exciting and scary all at the same time.
We arrived at the hospital to be greeted by the nurse who asked us a few questions and checked my cervix and told me I was 1cm dialated. Sure looking back that was nothing but at the time it was surreal it felt like the beginning of our new life.
They put me on monitors and sent me to the maternity ward to sit and wait for it all to begin. I didn’t have my first contraction until midday – five hours after my waters broke. It felt like forever.
That moment, that first contraction … I wished I hadn’t been so eager. Long story short, at 3pm they put me on IV Pitocin to get things chugging along quicker. It did its job. I was now getting contractions on top of each other but didn’t progress any.
At 6:30pm I’d had enough and opted for an epidural. As 7pm rolled around I was told I now could no longer eat because if I didn’t progress overnight they would send me for a c-section. At 9:45pm the monitors around my belly went crazy, nurses rushed in they had lost bub’s heartbeat and couldn’t find it.
I remember in that moment being scared and worried and panicked. The nurses run out and then they run in again with two doctors and paperwork. It was all a bit hazy and all I remember hearing them say was “we need to get him out now!”, “you need to sign this and this”, “the potentials are that we could accidentally cut your bladder and it’s common accidents like maybe accidentally cutting the baby’s head”, “now are you ready?”.
I signed and remember thinking to myself “I don’t want this”. If it wasn’t for Ben saying “it’ll be OK”, I don’t know if I would’ve been so strong.
I can honestly say I don’t know how long it took … it felt like forever.
The moment we heard the scream we knew he was OK. He was a healthy 8 pound 7 ounces. He was beautiful.
I got pneumonia and had to stay in the hospital for nearly two weeks after his birth but knowing he had arrived OK, it was worth every second.