@Kiwiberry thankyou!
Right girls I've jumped on my laptop, got my cuppa and some chocolate truffles (so happy i can eat them!!) and I will bless you all with my birth story.
So I think I said I was going to be induced around 37 weeks. I finally had that confirmation at a consultant appointment on the 8th June for 3 days time on the Friday. This was because of the diabetes, some reduced movements and his weight dropping off 'his' centile.
Eventually Friday rolled around and I was pooping myself. I'd never been induced before and the thought of back to back contractions and no water terrified me. I was also VERY naiive to think that I'd be induced that same day and be home by the end of the next day. Haha!
I was asked to go in at 2pm to the antenatal ward and was formally admitted to hospital at 3pm. They put me on the CTG monitor for his movements and the little monster kept moving away from the receiver on my belly, so every so often it would lose connection. You're meant to meet specific criteria, usually around the 20 min mark, where the machine is happy everything is ok. But because he kept breaking the connection I was stuck there for an hour, as long as the machine could handle before it shuts off. In the end my first CTG took an hour and 23 minutes. Not long after that was completed they did an examination which found I was 1cm dilated, stretchable to 2cm, so didn't need a pessary and could have my waters broken! :yay:
Around 6pm I was moved to the postnatal ward as I was classed as low risk and they needed the bed for ladies in an emergency. I ended up staying there from 6pm Friday evening until I was called to delivery ward at 5:30am Sunday morning.
Saturday 12th June was waiting around in a bed all day hoping I'd be called forward to have my waters broken. I was getting really annoyed at this point as I'd started losing big bits of mucus plug and his movements were so painful. My partner was able to stay 10-6pm which was wonderful but he was so bored, I felt really bad but he was happy to stay. It was this day that a consultant came to give us a glimmer of hope and said we hope to admit you to delivery tonight, the ward has been super busy full of emergencies.. it was exciting but we did feel it was just to placate us a little. There was a lady who was in front of me for being induced and Sunday morning they called for her at 3:40am. The staff woke me up when they came for her and I was wishing they'd come to my bed too but nope. I actually lay there and sulked it wasn't my time, I'd just had enough. I somehow managed to fall asleep and was awoken at 5:25am to a nurse saying 'it's your turn!'
Not going to lie, I was so excited but shocked I'd been called for so soon after the last lady, I panicked a little. I rang my partner and told him to come straight in. Typically he had stayed up late watching UFC wanting to 'tempt fate'.. he soon regretted that decision.
By 5:40am I was up on delivery suite, getting cannula'd up and giving all the necessary details. My partner arrived around 6am, just as they were finalising what was going to happen (i'd make it VERY clear to the midwife I wanted an epidural and was really hoping there was an anaesthetist on the floor and luckily there was!). Not long after I was hooked up to a syntocinon drip, my back was being sprayed with a cold spray ready for the local anaesthetic and at that point my AMAZING midwife arrived. The first thing she said to us was 'be careful with that spray it makes your buttcrack feel weird' and I loved her straight away. She was so straight to the point, funny and just plain brilliant, I honestly couldn't have asked for anyone better. In general conversation she was talking about selling her Mazda MX5 and my partner was straight onto the phone telling his friend our midwife was wanting to get rid of it and they spent a good hour talking about this car
Over time the contractions just felt like strong braxton hicks. My midwife had to take my blood sugar every hour, my blood pressure was taken every 5 mins to start with, then every 30 mins then hourly. This was literally all that happened for 12 hours. Plus she fed me so many glucose tabs so I wouldn't need an insulin sliding scale for my diabetes, but it worked! I was also checked after 4 hours at 1pm, my cervix had thinned and shortened but was still 1cm. I was so deflated.
At 5pm I was checked and was 3cm. Which was good cos the MW told me people regularly took ages to get to 4cm then they'd suddenly deliver not long after. Well.. my next check was due at 9pm. Around 6:30pm I felt pressure on my bladder with each contraction. It was feeling uncomfortable even with an epidural. Within the next half an hour it progressed to that same feeling in your bum. At 7pm I was checked early and she told me I was 10cm.. 7cm in 2 hours!! It wasn't long after this I started pushing, the catheter I had in had to be removed for birth then we were good to go. It took about 5 or 6 pushes I think, but eventually he was born at 7:14pm.
5lb 15oz of pure beauty
The epidural definitely made a difference to the stretching feeling but I could still feel it (they told me I wouldn't!). The labour was so calm, it was pleasant but long. Then again maybe 12 hours for an induction isn't bad, but I also got away with no tears!
He is now 4 days old. Breastfeeding really well and tomorrow we will find out how much weight he has lost. I'm sorry if this post turns out super long but it's good to look back on!