Wyntir
mum to a little monster
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Around 9.30pm on Sunday 25th March, I started having tightenings, which were lasting around 30 seconds and starting to feel very strong. We decided to go to bed just incase this was the start of labour. Somewhere around 11 -11.30pm I felt a pop and a gush of liquid. I was scared to look and made hubby look instead lol. Water was all over our bed. I got up and rushed to toilet where I noticed there was a little blood mixed with the water.
Hubby rang the hospital, they told him they must speak to me, I told them all the details and they said I should make my way to labour and delivery.
We called my mum since neither of us drives, her and dad arrived to take us to the hospital. Mum was racing up the road lol. All the while I could feel the contractions getting stronger and more frequent. Hubby tried ringing the student midwife, but the number she had give us was missing a digit.
Once we arrived at the hospital I got assessed, I was 4 cms dilated and they agreed it was my waters and show. I got transferred to the ward to wait it out. I bounced on the birthing ball and used deep breathing during contractions.
I continued on bouncing on the ball or walking around the ward until 1.40am, when I felt incredibly sick and vomited over my top and shoes. After which I felt alot better, contractions now were every 3 mins and lasting around 40 secs. They tried getting me down to delivery but there was no room, so I continued to stay on the ward. They kept asking if I wanted any pain relief, but I declined, determined to try without or at least for as long as possible.
Baby's heartbeat was being listened to every 15 mins, and was beating strong and happily.
At 3.30am I felt pressure, they assessed my progress, I was 8 cms dillated, and finally they were able to get me to delivery.
I was in a lovely room, with the midwife who I first saw when I arrived, who I was very glad off. She couldn't have been nicer. I tried to stay as active and calm as possible. At 4am I felt like I needed the toilet badly, I kept saying I feel like I need to poo but can't lol
She asked me to try kneeling on the bed on all fours, that helped for a little while, my body took over and started pushing. No head was visable yet. About half hour later I was no longer comfortable, midwife told me to try on my back sitting up almost. Oddly that was the postion that felt the best, and the one I would give birth to my son. I pushed and pushed with all my might, and yes it was incredibly tough going, she kept telling me to push longer that she could see his head. I felt like it was never ending.
Hubby was the greatest support ever, I was so thankful that he was there. He just knew what to say.
Shortly after at 5.14am my son was born. Midwife kept telling me to slow down and not to push but to breathe at one point, but my body wouldn't let me and kept pushing, so I ended up with a 2nd degree tear.
Baby was placed onto my chest for skin to skin, and we started breastfeeding, he latched on easily lying at my side on the bed. He continued for almost an hour.
So I managed it with no pain relief whatsoever, which I'am incredibly proud off.
I waited an hour for the doctor to stitch me up because she was busy in theatre. They give me local anaesthetic, and gas and air during this. Which had no effect and I could feel what she was doing for the most part. I was so glad for it to be over. I would almost take labour again over being stitched up.
So thats Jax's birth story, its rather long and I'm impressed if you read all
Hubby rang the hospital, they told him they must speak to me, I told them all the details and they said I should make my way to labour and delivery.
We called my mum since neither of us drives, her and dad arrived to take us to the hospital. Mum was racing up the road lol. All the while I could feel the contractions getting stronger and more frequent. Hubby tried ringing the student midwife, but the number she had give us was missing a digit.
Once we arrived at the hospital I got assessed, I was 4 cms dilated and they agreed it was my waters and show. I got transferred to the ward to wait it out. I bounced on the birthing ball and used deep breathing during contractions.
I continued on bouncing on the ball or walking around the ward until 1.40am, when I felt incredibly sick and vomited over my top and shoes. After which I felt alot better, contractions now were every 3 mins and lasting around 40 secs. They tried getting me down to delivery but there was no room, so I continued to stay on the ward. They kept asking if I wanted any pain relief, but I declined, determined to try without or at least for as long as possible.
Baby's heartbeat was being listened to every 15 mins, and was beating strong and happily.
At 3.30am I felt pressure, they assessed my progress, I was 8 cms dillated, and finally they were able to get me to delivery.
I was in a lovely room, with the midwife who I first saw when I arrived, who I was very glad off. She couldn't have been nicer. I tried to stay as active and calm as possible. At 4am I felt like I needed the toilet badly, I kept saying I feel like I need to poo but can't lol
She asked me to try kneeling on the bed on all fours, that helped for a little while, my body took over and started pushing. No head was visable yet. About half hour later I was no longer comfortable, midwife told me to try on my back sitting up almost. Oddly that was the postion that felt the best, and the one I would give birth to my son. I pushed and pushed with all my might, and yes it was incredibly tough going, she kept telling me to push longer that she could see his head. I felt like it was never ending.
Hubby was the greatest support ever, I was so thankful that he was there. He just knew what to say.
Shortly after at 5.14am my son was born. Midwife kept telling me to slow down and not to push but to breathe at one point, but my body wouldn't let me and kept pushing, so I ended up with a 2nd degree tear.
Baby was placed onto my chest for skin to skin, and we started breastfeeding, he latched on easily lying at my side on the bed. He continued for almost an hour.
So I managed it with no pain relief whatsoever, which I'am incredibly proud off.
I waited an hour for the doctor to stitch me up because she was busy in theatre. They give me local anaesthetic, and gas and air during this. Which had no effect and I could feel what she was doing for the most part. I was so glad for it to be over. I would almost take labour again over being stitched up.
So thats Jax's birth story, its rather long and I'm impressed if you read all
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