meya
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A year ago on the 19th of Oct, at 5am my waters broke. shaking I told my husband and asked him to call the hospital while I dealt with my panic attack. The hospital asked if I was feeling any contractions yet, I was not at this time. So was asked to come in after 7am as all their beds were full, but to come in if the contractions start. Using this waiting time to my advantage, I took a shower and gathered up all that we would need, while my husband booked a cab to pick us up at 7am.
Not long after 7am I climbed out of the cab leaving a nice wet seat behind….oops sorry cab driver and headed into the labour ward. Here they rigged me up to the monitors to check my little one heart and to watch the contractions.
Sitting there with wires and belts strapped around me and feeling like I’m contently wetting myself, I waited for the midwife to come back to read the data. A little later she come and picked up the data sheet.
“Are you feeling any contractions?” she asked
“No” I replied
“You must have a very high pain tolerant then” she smiled “The monitor shows that you are having some very strong contractions here.”
But at this time I was not dilated at all and they wanted to send me home to wait it out. This we could not do, as we had just spent the last bit of cash we had to get the cab up. So I was sent to the maternity ward at 9am to wait.
At 10:30am I felt my first contraction, though at the time I did not know it was contractions. I just thought I needed a really big poo lol and had told the nurse this many times. A nurse tried to take me to the loo, but on the way I suddenly lost the ability to move my legs. I could feel my legs, hold myself up on them and wiggle my toes, but for the life of me I could not lift or move my legs at all. Not even when the contractions die down. Later on I found out this happen because my little one was pressing on a nerve in my pelvis.
At this point the nurse realise I more likely did not need the loo but most likely was in full labour. As I held onto my husband crying, the nurse quickly got a wheel chair and got me back to my bed. There they checked if I was dilated….ouch, and found that I was 10cm! Quickly they wheeled me in my bed down to the labour ward while they kept telling me not to push yet.
Due to problems during my pregnancy and that they wanted to monitor the birth at all times, I could not use the pool like I wanted to. So when I got to the labour ward, the midwife and the trainee midwife (who I accepted to be with me during this time and I was her first) quickly wired me up to the monitor again.
As I got each contraction I pushed, when suddenly the midwife glanced at the monitor.
“Stop pushing your little ones heart rate keeps dropping with each push” The midwife said worriedly.
The midwife wanted to check my dilation again. I did not want them to, the last time they check it hurt so badly. Finally they convinced me to allow them to check again. This time I was only 4cm dilated!! Had the nurse got it wrong the first time or did I go from 10cm back to 4cm?
The waiting game began again. I laid there moaning that I wanted to push with each contraction, while the midwife told me not to. This went on for 20 minutes when suddenly my own body took over and I gave one massive push!!
Both midwifes scattered, grabbing gloves as the shouted at me to wait. But my body was having none of it. I had no control as another contraction hit and I pushed again just as the midwife got to me. There she could see the head, ready to come out. With just 3 little pushed the head was out and just as suddenly as they came my contractions stopped.
With the burning pain that comes with trying to push the head out I had lost track on what I was meant to be doing. The room was spinning and my hearing was fuzzy. I vaguely heard the midwife telling me to push and me replying that I could not. I was in coo coo land and my little one was not out yet, I needed to push. Finally just as the trainee midwife pressed the help call button I came back to myself and gave that final push to bring my son into the world.
My son Roran Daron Medlock was born on the 19th of October 2012 at 12:35pm, 11 days early and Weighed 6 pounds 11oz.
edited on 22/10/13:
just found my discharge papers. it states that i was classed as:
in established labour at 11:50am
first stage duration 25mins
second stage started at 12:15pm and lasted for 20mins giving birth at 12:35pm,
and 3rd stage lasted 3 mins to deliver the placental.
that means my labour was only 45mins!!! omg no wander i lost it for a min or 2 lol.
i also had no kind of pain releaf at all and the whole time through my labour it still just felt like i just needed to go for a poop.
Not long after 7am I climbed out of the cab leaving a nice wet seat behind….oops sorry cab driver and headed into the labour ward. Here they rigged me up to the monitors to check my little one heart and to watch the contractions.
Sitting there with wires and belts strapped around me and feeling like I’m contently wetting myself, I waited for the midwife to come back to read the data. A little later she come and picked up the data sheet.
“Are you feeling any contractions?” she asked
“No” I replied
“You must have a very high pain tolerant then” she smiled “The monitor shows that you are having some very strong contractions here.”
But at this time I was not dilated at all and they wanted to send me home to wait it out. This we could not do, as we had just spent the last bit of cash we had to get the cab up. So I was sent to the maternity ward at 9am to wait.
At 10:30am I felt my first contraction, though at the time I did not know it was contractions. I just thought I needed a really big poo lol and had told the nurse this many times. A nurse tried to take me to the loo, but on the way I suddenly lost the ability to move my legs. I could feel my legs, hold myself up on them and wiggle my toes, but for the life of me I could not lift or move my legs at all. Not even when the contractions die down. Later on I found out this happen because my little one was pressing on a nerve in my pelvis.
At this point the nurse realise I more likely did not need the loo but most likely was in full labour. As I held onto my husband crying, the nurse quickly got a wheel chair and got me back to my bed. There they checked if I was dilated….ouch, and found that I was 10cm! Quickly they wheeled me in my bed down to the labour ward while they kept telling me not to push yet.
Due to problems during my pregnancy and that they wanted to monitor the birth at all times, I could not use the pool like I wanted to. So when I got to the labour ward, the midwife and the trainee midwife (who I accepted to be with me during this time and I was her first) quickly wired me up to the monitor again.
As I got each contraction I pushed, when suddenly the midwife glanced at the monitor.
“Stop pushing your little ones heart rate keeps dropping with each push” The midwife said worriedly.
The midwife wanted to check my dilation again. I did not want them to, the last time they check it hurt so badly. Finally they convinced me to allow them to check again. This time I was only 4cm dilated!! Had the nurse got it wrong the first time or did I go from 10cm back to 4cm?
The waiting game began again. I laid there moaning that I wanted to push with each contraction, while the midwife told me not to. This went on for 20 minutes when suddenly my own body took over and I gave one massive push!!
Both midwifes scattered, grabbing gloves as the shouted at me to wait. But my body was having none of it. I had no control as another contraction hit and I pushed again just as the midwife got to me. There she could see the head, ready to come out. With just 3 little pushed the head was out and just as suddenly as they came my contractions stopped.
With the burning pain that comes with trying to push the head out I had lost track on what I was meant to be doing. The room was spinning and my hearing was fuzzy. I vaguely heard the midwife telling me to push and me replying that I could not. I was in coo coo land and my little one was not out yet, I needed to push. Finally just as the trainee midwife pressed the help call button I came back to myself and gave that final push to bring my son into the world.
My son Roran Daron Medlock was born on the 19th of October 2012 at 12:35pm, 11 days early and Weighed 6 pounds 11oz.
edited on 22/10/13:
just found my discharge papers. it states that i was classed as:
in established labour at 11:50am
first stage duration 25mins
second stage started at 12:15pm and lasted for 20mins giving birth at 12:35pm,
and 3rd stage lasted 3 mins to deliver the placental.
that means my labour was only 45mins!!! omg no wander i lost it for a min or 2 lol.
i also had no kind of pain releaf at all and the whole time through my labour it still just felt like i just needed to go for a poop.
