JaneSharon86
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Hi ladies
Thought I'd share my birth story if only for a bit of self therapy.
I had planned a home water birth with hypnobirthing. After a bit of a battle about GBS and testing negative at my reswab I was given the go ahead. So we set up the equipment and looked forward to our birthing day.
At 38 weeks a senior midwife called me to say that the midwife team were concerned about my height and the size of my baby. I was devastated but made the decision to give birth in the midwife led unit which is situated in the hospital.
At 39+1, 5.30am my waters broke. My contractions started at 6am. We were so excited! I tried to rest up but eventually decided to have a warm bath. At 7.30am my husband called the unit to let them know I was in labour and they requested that I come in to be examined. We eventually got to the unit at 10am as I was taking everything slow and calm. The midwife confirmed my waters had broke and I was 1cm dilated. My contractions were 5-7 minutes apart but a little irregular so they advised we go home and to call if things progress.
Husband and I call my sister who lives 300 miles away to let her know so she can come up North. We then go for a pub meal with me contracting at the table. I still felt so calm.
We then went home and I took some para and went to bed with a hot water bottle.
A few hours later things felt like they were picking up so I started proactive labour, walking around and bouncing on my birthing ball.
By late evening my sister had arrived and this helped me a lot. But Unfortunately my contractions weren't getting closer together and I was getting tired. So decided to try and sleep.
At 4am the pain was getting too bad so we called the unit and they reminded me that I was booked in for an induction at 8am if nothing had progressed.
At 8am we were back at the maternity ward to be told that the midwife unit was now not an option as both my baby and I were at risk of infection due to prolonged rupture of the membranes. I literally sobbed and begged the midwife to let me labour longer even though I knew it probably wouldn't help - I'd been walking the aisles of the 24 hr Tesco and climbing the hilly streets by our house during the night and still my contractions hadn't increased.
The midwife was understanding and examined me. I was 3cm. Though the consultant in that day wasn't happy she gave me two hours to walk around and things moving. I walked round the hospital for two solid hours.
When I got back to the ward it was evident that it hadnt worked and I was hooked up to Syntocin. This was at 12pm. My contractions increased in pain and frequency from every 5 minutes to 6 every ten minutes. The pain became unbearable, my hypnobirthing went out the window and by 4.30pm, after 35 hours of being in pain I asked for gas and air.
I was on a different planet. I felt like everything around me was a dream, and only the pain was breaking through. With the drip I was strapped to the bed as my baby was being monitored and everytime I arched my back to try and relieve some of the pain the midwife would have to come in and tell me to stop as the monitor was losing the baby's heart rate. So far from what we had planned for our birth.
At 8.30pm I was examined again and found to be at 3/4cm. My sister and husband both burst into tears but I was just in shock. After all these contractions, literally hundreds of them, how could I only be that far dilated?!
A few minutes later a consultant came in and said it was now important that the baby be delivered urgently and that a c section was needed. This was literally my worst phobia but by this point I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I agreed.
By 10.30pm I was on the table an my little girl was born at 10.39pm.
I know the important thing is that she is here, happy and healthy but i can't seem to get over how. I felt out of it on the table and cried the whole way through the operation. When I was handed her in recovery, I think I was in shock. Even now, 3 week later, I look at her and think how did you get here? Where are my memories of reaching down and welcoming you into the world? I feel like I missed my own daughters birth if that make sense.
Thank for reading. x
Thought I'd share my birth story if only for a bit of self therapy.
I had planned a home water birth with hypnobirthing. After a bit of a battle about GBS and testing negative at my reswab I was given the go ahead. So we set up the equipment and looked forward to our birthing day.
At 38 weeks a senior midwife called me to say that the midwife team were concerned about my height and the size of my baby. I was devastated but made the decision to give birth in the midwife led unit which is situated in the hospital.
At 39+1, 5.30am my waters broke. My contractions started at 6am. We were so excited! I tried to rest up but eventually decided to have a warm bath. At 7.30am my husband called the unit to let them know I was in labour and they requested that I come in to be examined. We eventually got to the unit at 10am as I was taking everything slow and calm. The midwife confirmed my waters had broke and I was 1cm dilated. My contractions were 5-7 minutes apart but a little irregular so they advised we go home and to call if things progress.
Husband and I call my sister who lives 300 miles away to let her know so she can come up North. We then go for a pub meal with me contracting at the table. I still felt so calm.
We then went home and I took some para and went to bed with a hot water bottle.
A few hours later things felt like they were picking up so I started proactive labour, walking around and bouncing on my birthing ball.
By late evening my sister had arrived and this helped me a lot. But Unfortunately my contractions weren't getting closer together and I was getting tired. So decided to try and sleep.
At 4am the pain was getting too bad so we called the unit and they reminded me that I was booked in for an induction at 8am if nothing had progressed.
At 8am we were back at the maternity ward to be told that the midwife unit was now not an option as both my baby and I were at risk of infection due to prolonged rupture of the membranes. I literally sobbed and begged the midwife to let me labour longer even though I knew it probably wouldn't help - I'd been walking the aisles of the 24 hr Tesco and climbing the hilly streets by our house during the night and still my contractions hadn't increased.
The midwife was understanding and examined me. I was 3cm. Though the consultant in that day wasn't happy she gave me two hours to walk around and things moving. I walked round the hospital for two solid hours.
When I got back to the ward it was evident that it hadnt worked and I was hooked up to Syntocin. This was at 12pm. My contractions increased in pain and frequency from every 5 minutes to 6 every ten minutes. The pain became unbearable, my hypnobirthing went out the window and by 4.30pm, after 35 hours of being in pain I asked for gas and air.
I was on a different planet. I felt like everything around me was a dream, and only the pain was breaking through. With the drip I was strapped to the bed as my baby was being monitored and everytime I arched my back to try and relieve some of the pain the midwife would have to come in and tell me to stop as the monitor was losing the baby's heart rate. So far from what we had planned for our birth.
At 8.30pm I was examined again and found to be at 3/4cm. My sister and husband both burst into tears but I was just in shock. After all these contractions, literally hundreds of them, how could I only be that far dilated?!
A few minutes later a consultant came in and said it was now important that the baby be delivered urgently and that a c section was needed. This was literally my worst phobia but by this point I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I agreed.
By 10.30pm I was on the table an my little girl was born at 10.39pm.
I know the important thing is that she is here, happy and healthy but i can't seem to get over how. I felt out of it on the table and cried the whole way through the operation. When I was handed her in recovery, I think I was in shock. Even now, 3 week later, I look at her and think how did you get here? Where are my memories of reaching down and welcoming you into the world? I feel like I missed my own daughters birth if that make sense.
Thank for reading. x
I think you've certainly been through birth trauma. It's OK to mourn and be in grief over such a difficult thing (and 35 hours before reaching for G&A is very admirable, you should be proud of such an achievement). 
so we are confused! Hubs is a bit more concerned as he was 10 pounds when born and so was his dad! His grandma told me her tearing / forceps delivery horror story lol! I'll let you know what they say about birthing big babies naturally if mine is big. Im 5 ft 7 though but a ten pounder would equal things up wouldn't it!! X
