tiggertea
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While it’s fresh in my head:
Saturday morning. Few pains that kind of stopped me in my tracks, but nothing regular or affecting bump – just in my lady bits and lower back. Mathew was working in the AM and the plan was he and Abbie were going to visit the in-laws in the PM. Lunchtime came and I happily waved them off with no thoughts of baby coming at all.
Anyways, I ended up going to my Mum’s for the afternoon (no one liked leaving me completely alone in the last couple of weeks
) and in the 20 minute drive to her house, I had three shockingly ouchie pains approx 7 mins apart. All through our late-ish lunch they continued 6-7mins apart and I found I needed to do a little jig/walk around through them. My poor Daddy didn’t know what to do with himself! Poor man! Still unconvinced, I used the constant hot-water supply (jealous!) to have a nice unplanned soak -pains remained regular and were more intense after! At this point I decided Mathew *might* need to think about coming to at least be in the same place as me. It was 3pm. By the time he got Abbie sorted and out to me the pains were still at 6-7 minute intervals, lasting about 1 minute but I couldn’t talk through them. ‘cept to say “oooooh” “ooooh flip” “ooooh dear ooooohhhh”. 
We were debating if it might be time to phone the hospital and see if I should come in (I had actually planned to wait ‘til pains were 5 mins apart) and everything VERY suddenly kicked up a notch. 3-4 mins apart, lasting a minute and more each so we didn’t even call in. I quite honestly couldn’t have held down the conversation well enough. The hospital is in the same town as Mum’s house so at least we were close-by.
We arrived at admissions at around 4pm.
Basically everything flew from then on in. They needed a urine sample. I provided a drip. Literally. I had piddled all afternoon and simply had nothing left to give. We had a bit of a giggle about this between 3 minute spaced contractions (I had FINALLY accepted that “this was it”
. I was puffing on G&A (still hate the stuff – I took a few puffs then had to stop before the pain did because I felt I was going to pass out). They checked me over and decided I was still only 3 cm (I had been 3 at consultant appointment a week and 2 days previously) but was softening nicely and the waters were bulging. They notified consultant and were told to move me into delivery suite and have me sign the epidural forms etc and get the ball rolling on that. (I knew from the outset I wanted it after going so long without last time.)
It’s from here that things all get a bit, ok VERY quick. I couldn’t stay still long enough to get the drip connector thing (oh lordy, the name of it escapes me!!) in my arm, never mind the epidural in my back. At one brief stage I was squatting on the floor unable to keep my legs under me but I was NOT getting on that bed. I knew I needed to keep moving! They asked permission to check me again (the plan had been no more checks til Doc arrived – it only takes 15-20 mins from house to hospital) so I said “I don’t care who does it just please check and get me the epidural!” The check was done – 8cm. I was offered a diamorphine (sp?) shot, but never got around to getting it.
Shortly after, I was standing beside the bed and felt the worst contraction yet start. I JUMPED up onto the bed (wooo get me – the pregnant acrobat!) and onto all fours. Waters broke with that one.
Felt the need to push with the next one. So I just did. I remember saying “Oh holy.... the head is RIGHT there isn’t it? ISN’T it?!” IT was confirmed that yes, it was.
Pain. *Push* Head out.
Pain *Push* baby is here!
My beautiful little monster, Ethan was born at 5.10pm on 18th February 2012 weighing 8lb 2.5oz.
Doctor arrived after I had delivered, but still had a job to do... it turned out I had been torn to shreds by the speedy delivery, had retained placenta and lost a LOT of blood and so was taken straight to theatre to be stitched up and repaired in ways and places that I’m trying not to even think about. But my boy is perfect and I’ll be back to “normal” eventually.
Reading back, it all sounds like I was very calm in all my jigging around. I wasn’t. I was in hysterics that “I can’t do this on my own – I need pain relief!” But in the end I DID do it on my own. So for that reason I am very, very proud of myself. I know women have babies with even less pain relief than I had every day, but for me, this was a big thing.
Saturday morning. Few pains that kind of stopped me in my tracks, but nothing regular or affecting bump – just in my lady bits and lower back. Mathew was working in the AM and the plan was he and Abbie were going to visit the in-laws in the PM. Lunchtime came and I happily waved them off with no thoughts of baby coming at all.
Anyways, I ended up going to my Mum’s for the afternoon (no one liked leaving me completely alone in the last couple of weeks
) and in the 20 minute drive to her house, I had three shockingly ouchie pains approx 7 mins apart. All through our late-ish lunch they continued 6-7mins apart and I found I needed to do a little jig/walk around through them. My poor Daddy didn’t know what to do with himself! Poor man! Still unconvinced, I used the constant hot-water supply (jealous!) to have a nice unplanned soak -pains remained regular and were more intense after! At this point I decided Mathew *might* need to think about coming to at least be in the same place as me. It was 3pm. By the time he got Abbie sorted and out to me the pains were still at 6-7 minute intervals, lasting about 1 minute but I couldn’t talk through them. ‘cept to say “oooooh” “ooooh flip” “ooooh dear ooooohhhh”. We were debating if it might be time to phone the hospital and see if I should come in (I had actually planned to wait ‘til pains were 5 mins apart) and everything VERY suddenly kicked up a notch. 3-4 mins apart, lasting a minute and more each so we didn’t even call in. I quite honestly couldn’t have held down the conversation well enough. The hospital is in the same town as Mum’s house so at least we were close-by.
We arrived at admissions at around 4pm.
Basically everything flew from then on in. They needed a urine sample. I provided a drip. Literally. I had piddled all afternoon and simply had nothing left to give.
We had a bit of a giggle about this between 3 minute spaced contractions (I had FINALLY accepted that “this was it”. I was puffing on G&A (still hate the stuff – I took a few puffs then had to stop before the pain did because I felt I was going to pass out). They checked me over and decided I was still only 3 cm (I had been 3 at consultant appointment a week and 2 days previously) but was softening nicely and the waters were bulging. They notified consultant and were told to move me into delivery suite and have me sign the epidural forms etc and get the ball rolling on that. (I knew from the outset I wanted it after going so long without last time.) It’s from here that things all get a bit, ok VERY quick. I couldn’t stay still long enough to get the drip connector thing (oh lordy, the name of it escapes me!!) in my arm, never mind the epidural in my back. At one brief stage I was squatting on the floor unable to keep my legs under me but I was NOT getting on that bed. I knew I needed to keep moving! They asked permission to check me again (the plan had been no more checks til Doc arrived – it only takes 15-20 mins from house to hospital) so I said “I don’t care who does it just please check and get me the epidural!” The check was done – 8cm. I was offered a diamorphine (sp?) shot, but never got around to getting it.
Shortly after, I was standing beside the bed and felt the worst contraction yet start. I JUMPED up onto the bed (wooo get me – the pregnant acrobat!
) and onto all fours. Waters broke with that one. Felt the need to push with the next one. So I just did. I remember saying “Oh holy.... the head is RIGHT there isn’t it? ISN’T it?!” IT was confirmed that yes, it was.
Pain. *Push* Head out.
Pain *Push* baby is here!
My beautiful little monster, Ethan was born at 5.10pm on 18th February 2012 weighing 8lb 2.5oz.
Doctor arrived after I had delivered, but still had a job to do... it turned out I had been torn to shreds by the speedy delivery, had retained placenta and lost a LOT of blood and so was taken straight to theatre to be stitched up and repaired in ways and places that I’m trying not to even think about. But my boy is perfect and I’ll be back to “normal” eventually.
Reading back, it all sounds like I was very calm in all my jigging around. I wasn’t. I was in hysterics that “I can’t do this on my own – I need pain relief!” But in the end I DID do it on my own. So for that reason I am very, very proud of myself. I know women have babies with even less pain relief than I had every day, but for me, this was a big thing.
Congrats again my lovely on the speedy birth of your gorgeous boy!!!! 
You did just brilliantly and that will live with you forever! Well done Debz!! 
Because I know you have nothing better to do! 
Yes ma'am!
XXX
