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WARNING: Very long 
I'm still revisiting the day in my head and i remember it all so vividly lol!! So sorry if this is very long (And detailed eek!!) Just very excited and happy!! 
I was supposed to be Induced on the 9th, but went into labour on the 7th!! Woo!!
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For a while now i had pretty much accepted the fact that i would have to be induced. I didn't hold much hope for anything happening. I'd had the odd signs but they never ever lead to anything and i had began to ignore them. I stayed up late Sunday night reading, and had spent Sunday daytime writing on my blog how i had a persistent ache and i was convinced it was how he was lain (how wrong i was!!)
Anyway, went to bed around 3am and woke on my own Monday(7th) morning at about 8am. Looked at my phone, and thought "huh... this is off for me!" and rolled over to catch some more sleep. Suddenly there was slight massive pressure on my bum and a tiny little gush of water.
Nothing overly "omg" worthy, the pressure was so slight i thought the baby had just shifted weight. I remember signing in frustration thinking "great, peed myself." and so i got up, walked to the toilet and changed my underwear and then began walking back to bed.
However, by time i got to my bedroom and shut my door i noticed a tickling down my leg so i lifted my jarmer bottoms and there was a tiny stream running down. 8.10am. With a little "oh... my...god..." I remember staring down at my bump for a second, feeling my baby give a sharp kick and it just sunk in.
I waddled out into the hallway shouting "MY WATERS HAVE BROKEN!!" and grinning madly. My stepmum was up sending my stepsiblings to school and she met me halfway down the stairs and together we went into the bathroom and i showed her the water running down my legs.
She quickly ran me a bath so i could clean up and wash up from sleep and stuff and i had a nice soak while she informed the labour ward i was on my way. No contractions, i felt great and sooo happy i wouldn't have to be induced and i couldn't stop staring at my bump in the water, touching it and feeling my baby respond by kicking back.
I got dried up and became aware of the pressure i felt that morning had returned, almost like the baby was sitting on my bum inside. Not painful, just uncomfortable so i walked with a little more of a waddle. By time i was dressed and had made my way downstairs, i had slight period pains very low around my pubis bone and the pressure pressing on my bum each time. Not overly bad, just uncomfortable and took my breath away.
Ate toast and then we set off to the hospital. I was excited, but as soon as we began hitting speedbumps the pain stepped up. Each time a contraction came i doubled over and was unable to speak and the pressure was getting more and more. By time we entered the labour ward (which is a separate building to the rest of the hospital) i literally had to stop walking during each one and bend over. They were getting stronger and closer together.
My stepmum asked if i could have a wheelchair (the delivery suit is right at the other side upstairs, there was no way i could walk it) and was told there was none, though the elderly man was very embarrassed and couldn't stop appologising telling us staff took them and never brought them back but he'd hunt one down and bring it personally. He could tell i was in pain and kept asking if i was okay.
He brought me one eventually and we rushed to the labour ward, since i was beginning to get a bit cranky and i was quickly given a room and introduced to gas and air (my dad had to wait in the waiting room, only 2 guests allowed in at a time and my stepsister wanted to join me and my stepmum was my birthing partner). I sucked up the gas and air greedily wishing the ache would go. The women were lovely, though the gas did nothing for me and just got me frustrated.
I was checked out and i was only 2cm dilated, and they had to pull my cervix forwards (OWCH!!!). The contractions stepped up again and it got to the point where i went to the toilet and found i was comfier sat there than on the bed
so i stayed sat on the toilet and after a while felt sick and threw up my toast 
and then found maybe the toilet wasn't for me 
Sooo i hopped onto the birthing ball, which, while totally fun whilst i wasn't contracting, every time i was i felt a very painful pressure on my butt as well as the cramps, so found the ball didn't help. I ended up literally crying in pain on the bed but still refusing any other pain relief (i'm absolutely terrified of needles!)
However, 4 hours in i couldn't take it, so at 12.30 i gave in and had a shot of pethadine. It worked for around... 20 mins and sent me very loopy. I was constantly zoning out into unconsciousness and would think i was texting, so would hold my hands up and my thumbs would move like i'm texting though i wasn't and my stepmum and stepsister found this highly amusing!
Eventually the pain relief for this died off (though the dizziness remained) and once again i was withering in pain. My stepmum was begging me to get an epidural and the midwife (and student) were both recommending it, as even they were commenting my contractions were very close together and strong, but i wasn't dilating quick enough. I was only at 5 and had been in labour around 10 hours.
Once again i caved, it just hurt too much and let me tell you, i'm glad i had it... it was HAVEN. It didn't hurt and the relief was immediate and i was just so happy. However, it only took away the pain of the cramps, not the rectal pressure. That remained, and hurt like an absolute mother... Made worse by my internal piles!
Sooo they upped the epidural to the max and set me up on a liquid since i was dehydrated and because i was still at 6cm also gave me some stuff which was meant to induce me quicker. That only brought the contractions even closer together and by this point however i was out of it completely, mostly from exhaustion. I was drifting off to sleep mid sentence and waking up completely unaware i had fallen asleep and tried to carry on my sentence hours later
My stepmum left for work eventually (she works nights) and took my stepsister home and my ex came to be my second birthing partner to my dad. I was a little akward with my dad there at first (didn't want him to see!) but eventually i lost all dignity as the pain took over my initial shyness. Eventually i was spreading my legs during internals for all to see, anything for the pain to end! 
I then had my bowels emptied to see if it would ease the pressure (which it did a little) and kept having to have my bladder emptied as i was numb from hips down (apart from the pressure which i could always feel no matter how much they upped my epidural).
Eventually the rectal pressure changed, every time i felt it i then felt the baby pushing down. After around 20 mins of these i was checked and i was 9 and a half in only like, an hour!
So she had me do some practice pushes to get it to 10m and then i began pushing for realz!
This was where i broke down in tears. I was suddenly extremely scared, and nervous, to meet my LO and i was in hysterics! My dad (Bless him) thought it was because i didn't want him in the room and kept offering to leave but i wanted my daddy there
and managed to blubber out i wanted him to stay 
With my dad and ex behind me, both encouraging me i pushed for 15 mins. He was, literally, RIGHT THERE. The whole time i felt the change of pressure it was the contractions doing the pushing for me! It did most of the work, me completely unaware!
Alfie was then born at 2.46am on the 8/2/11 weighing 8lb 1. I remember the midwifes kept going "oohhh he's got so much blond hair!" whilst i was pushing that encouraged me to push harder. I wanted to see it and i did! He was put straight on my chest and i was then crying from relief he was there, finally, and healthy. I loved him already 
I did tear, and had to have stitches, but i didn't notice them stitching me up, i was too busy cooing over my baby, and i also completely missed the afterbirth i was too focused on him
But that's probably for the best 
I had to stay in hospital for 2 days as i was anemic and needed to get my iron levels up (but eventually i was sent home with iron tablets) and my little Alfie is perfectly healthy and a little tubster!
I did manage to push my internal piles out during labour, so sitting down is very painful, but definitely getting a lot better, and i'd definitely go through it all again for him, he's perfect!
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If you've managed to get to the bottom of this, then serious i know i ramble
I'm still revisiting the day in my head and i remember it all so vividly lol!! So sorry if this is very long (And detailed eek!!) Just very excited and happy!! I was supposed to be Induced on the 9th, but went into labour on the 7th!! Woo!!
---
For a while now i had pretty much accepted the fact that i would have to be induced. I didn't hold much hope for anything happening. I'd had the odd signs but they never ever lead to anything and i had began to ignore them. I stayed up late Sunday night reading, and had spent Sunday daytime writing on my blog how i had a persistent ache and i was convinced it was how he was lain (how wrong i was!!)
Anyway, went to bed around 3am and woke on my own Monday(7th) morning at about 8am. Looked at my phone, and thought "huh... this is off for me!" and rolled over to catch some more sleep. Suddenly there was slight massive pressure on my bum and a tiny little gush of water.
Nothing overly "omg" worthy, the pressure was so slight i thought the baby had just shifted weight. I remember signing in frustration thinking "great, peed myself." and so i got up, walked to the toilet and changed my underwear and then began walking back to bed.
However, by time i got to my bedroom and shut my door i noticed a tickling down my leg so i lifted my jarmer bottoms and there was a tiny stream running down. 8.10am. With a little "oh... my...god..." I remember staring down at my bump for a second, feeling my baby give a sharp kick and it just sunk in.
I waddled out into the hallway shouting "MY WATERS HAVE BROKEN!!" and grinning madly. My stepmum was up sending my stepsiblings to school and she met me halfway down the stairs and together we went into the bathroom and i showed her the water running down my legs.
She quickly ran me a bath so i could clean up and wash up from sleep and stuff and i had a nice soak while she informed the labour ward i was on my way. No contractions, i felt great and sooo happy i wouldn't have to be induced and i couldn't stop staring at my bump in the water, touching it and feeling my baby respond by kicking back.
I got dried up and became aware of the pressure i felt that morning had returned, almost like the baby was sitting on my bum inside. Not painful, just uncomfortable so i walked with a little more of a waddle. By time i was dressed and had made my way downstairs, i had slight period pains very low around my pubis bone and the pressure pressing on my bum each time. Not overly bad, just uncomfortable and took my breath away.
Ate toast and then we set off to the hospital. I was excited, but as soon as we began hitting speedbumps the pain stepped up. Each time a contraction came i doubled over and was unable to speak and the pressure was getting more and more. By time we entered the labour ward (which is a separate building to the rest of the hospital) i literally had to stop walking during each one and bend over. They were getting stronger and closer together.
My stepmum asked if i could have a wheelchair (the delivery suit is right at the other side upstairs, there was no way i could walk it) and was told there was none, though the elderly man was very embarrassed and couldn't stop appologising telling us staff took them and never brought them back but he'd hunt one down and bring it personally. He could tell i was in pain and kept asking if i was okay.
He brought me one eventually and we rushed to the labour ward, since i was beginning to get a bit cranky and i was quickly given a room and introduced to gas and air (my dad had to wait in the waiting room, only 2 guests allowed in at a time and my stepsister wanted to join me and my stepmum was my birthing partner). I sucked up the gas and air greedily wishing the ache would go. The women were lovely, though the gas did nothing for me and just got me frustrated.
I was checked out and i was only 2cm dilated, and they had to pull my cervix forwards (OWCH!!!). The contractions stepped up again and it got to the point where i went to the toilet and found i was comfier sat there than on the bed
so i stayed sat on the toilet and after a while felt sick and threw up my toast and then found maybe the toilet wasn't for me Sooo i hopped onto the birthing ball, which, while totally fun whilst i wasn't contracting, every time i was i felt a very painful pressure on my butt as well as the cramps, so found the ball didn't help. I ended up literally crying in pain on the bed but still refusing any other pain relief (i'm absolutely terrified of needles!)
However, 4 hours in i couldn't take it, so at 12.30 i gave in and had a shot of pethadine. It worked for around... 20 mins and sent me very loopy. I was constantly zoning out into unconsciousness and would think i was texting, so would hold my hands up and my thumbs would move like i'm texting though i wasn't
and my stepmum and stepsister found this highly amusing!Eventually the pain relief for this died off (though the dizziness remained) and once again i was withering in pain. My stepmum was begging me to get an epidural and the midwife (and student) were both recommending it, as even they were commenting my contractions were very close together and strong, but i wasn't dilating quick enough. I was only at 5 and had been in labour around 10 hours.
Once again i caved, it just hurt too much and let me tell you, i'm glad i had it... it was HAVEN. It didn't hurt and the relief was immediate and i was just so happy. However, it only took away the pain of the cramps, not the rectal pressure. That remained, and hurt like an absolute mother... Made worse by my internal piles!
Sooo they upped the epidural to the max and set me up on a liquid since i was dehydrated and because i was still at 6cm also gave me some stuff which was meant to induce me quicker. That only brought the contractions even closer together and by this point however i was out of it completely, mostly from exhaustion. I was drifting off to sleep mid sentence and waking up completely unaware i had fallen asleep and tried to carry on my sentence hours later
My stepmum left for work eventually (she works nights) and took my stepsister home and my ex came to be my second birthing partner to my dad. I was a little akward with my dad there at first (didn't want him to see!
) but eventually i lost all dignity as the pain took over my initial shyness. Eventually i was spreading my legs during internals for all to see, anything for the pain to end! I then had my bowels emptied to see if it would ease the pressure (which it did a little) and kept having to have my bladder emptied as i was numb from hips down (apart from the pressure which i could always feel no matter how much they upped my epidural).
Eventually the rectal pressure changed, every time i felt it i then felt the baby pushing down. After around 20 mins of these i was checked and i was 9 and a half in only like, an hour!
So she had me do some practice pushes to get it to 10m and then i began pushing for realz!This was where i broke down in tears. I was suddenly extremely scared, and nervous, to meet my LO and i was in hysterics! My dad (Bless him) thought it was because i didn't want him in the room and kept offering to leave but i wanted my daddy there
and managed to blubber out i wanted him to stay With my dad and ex behind me, both encouraging me i pushed for 15 mins. He was, literally, RIGHT THERE. The whole time i felt the change of pressure it was the contractions doing the pushing for me! It did most of the work, me completely unaware!
Alfie was then born at 2.46am on the 8/2/11 weighing 8lb 1. I remember the midwifes kept going "oohhh he's got so much blond hair!" whilst i was pushing that encouraged me to push harder. I wanted to see it
and i did! He was put straight on my chest and i was then crying from relief he was there, finally, and healthy. I loved him already I did tear, and had to have stitches, but i didn't notice them stitching me up, i was too busy cooing over my baby, and i also completely missed the afterbirth i was too focused on him
But that's probably for the best I had to stay in hospital for 2 days as i was anemic and needed to get my iron levels up (but eventually i was sent home with iron tablets) and my little Alfie is perfectly healthy and a little tubster!
I did manage to push my internal piles out during labour, so sitting down is very painful, but definitely getting a lot better, and i'd definitely go through it all again for him, he's perfect!
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If you've managed to get to the bottom of this, then serious
i know i ramble 
