NuKe
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Okay so here goes! I'm going to go right from the start for the ladies who don't stalk my journal!
I was 39 weeks last Tuesday (8th May) and hadn't had any signs or anything much happen, I was convinced I was going to go overdue like with my first who arrived at 40+6. My husband on the other hand had said for MONTHS that she was coming in week 39. Smartarse.
So on Thursday morning (39+2), I woke up and went to the loo, when I wiped I saw a lot of brown goo with a bit of red in there as well, like the last day of a period. Did panic a bit as I am RH- so phoned my mw on call for advice on whether to go to L&D or not. She said that unless it went more red or continued to come, she thought it'd be fine and was most likely my show, especially as I'd bee feeling a little crampy since the night before. So I calmed down and carried on entertaining my DD. That night I was still feeling a little crampy and lost my plug which was one big solid piece of brown. We decided to ship my DD off to the MIL's overnight though, in case something kicked off. I woke up at 7am yesterday to mild contractions, my husband hadn't had a full night's sleep in our bed for weeks due to our rascal of a toddler so I let him sleep on and continued to have random mild contractions for the next couple of hours. He woke up at about 9/9.30 and after I told him I'd been having them, he proceeded to start completely cleaning the house from top to bottom
He gutted the bathroom, mopped the floors, even cleaned the windows and cleared out Poppy's toybox. Trying to distract himself perhaps?? My contractions weren't particularly painful or regular by this point so we decided to go and pick up Poppy from the MIL's at 1, we did- but by this time the pains were getting a little stronger so we decided to get my parents to take her that night just in case! My mum came straight from work and got to us at about 4pm, the pains were coming every 5/10 mins or so but weren't regular (I would get sometimes 3 within 5 mins or none for 10 mins), but in the 30 mins she was there she even noticed that I seemed to be in more pain each time- I'd gone from bouncing on my gym ball to leaning over it on all fours. So she left with Poppy as she was starting to notice I was in pain and was asking what was wrong etc. So they left around 4.30. We then started using the contraction timer app on hubby's phone and realised the contractions were coming every 5 mins and were lasting a minute each time. I was texting my wonderful bump buddy KittyVentura and wasn't sure if I should phone the mw but she told me to so I did I phoned the #1 mw on the call sheet and told her what was going on and she said she would phone the #2 mw to come over as she lives a lot closer. Sooo... #2 mw (Sandra) arrived at around 6pm and listened in to the hb while I was contracting. Everything was fine with both of us, so she asked if she could do an internal. I said yep sure go ahead- I was 5cm, she said the head was still quite far back but the membranes were bulging like crazy. This was at 6.20pm. I asked if I could get the G&A on the go as the pain was getting pretty intense now, so she and Barry went upstairs to bring the (massive!) canister down for me. She got it all hooked up and I started using it just as mw#1 arrived at 6.30pm(Mary-Jo).
THEN IT ALL KICKED OFF.
The pain I was in was intense, but within 10 mins it went from 0 to 100 mph! It was like I had one contraction that was bad but I could deal with it, and the next one was like BAM!!! Now this last bit went very quickly so I'm trying to remember everything, times etc I found out afterwards from barry and the mws. At 6.44 I got the extreme contraction and felt the pressure!! I started squealing that I was pushing (because I was). I was on the sofa and they were trying to get my pj bottoms off but I kept squealing that I couldn't move. But they managed to wrestle them off me (Sandra said she was expecting to take them off and Lola to be being held in by my pants
), as soon as they had them off I had to do another big push and my waters EXPLODED over the sofa and then it got a wee bit scary. I heard Sandra saying "meconium Mary-Jo, meconium" in a worried tone, and I remember hearing "paramedics" and "999". But I was in severe pain by this point and after a couple of big pushes she was out at 6.51pm! Sandra did have to grab my face and tell me to calm down at the end because I was losing it a bit during transition, and I did, but it all happened so quickly I was in shock and freaked out a bit! Lola came out and was a bit stunned but totally fine. They had to phone the ambulance because it's procedure when there's meconium in waters, but they told me afterwards it was probably due to the fact she pretty much plummeted down within a few minutes and was in shock herself! Barry didn't get to cut the cord as they were making sure she was ok and I told them just to do whatever they had to do to make sure she was alright. After a couple of minutes they placed her onto my chest and suctioned out her mouth and throat in case she had inhaled any meconium. I fell in love right then. 
So the paramedics turned up to take us to hospital (due to the meconium and also I had a 2nd degree tear which needed stitching). And the student mw shortly after
I do feel bad about that, she's graduating next month and wanted to attend a homebirth before she did... she missed it by about 20 mins! So Sandra, I and Lola went in the ambulance to hospital and Barry followed in our car. Got taken to a room and this DICK of a doctor called Rodger came in and I swear... Rodger- if you're reading this... if I ever see you on the street, I'm kicking you in the balls mate. Agony. Sheer agony. It wasn't even the jabs for anesthetic that were the worst part- it was him fucking about with my bits which were clearly resembling mincemeat by this point. Was sucking that g&a like a crazy person and crying my eyes out. Sandra gave me a cuddle through it as Barry had Lola and she was asleep in his arms. So that was that! We arrived home at 11.30pm (me wearing fetching hospital scrub trousers as I had bled over my other TWO pairs of trousers ) and were promptly met by our hysterical neighbours who had only seen me being carted away in an ambulance and were freaking out! Poor people thought something bad had happened! 
So in we came and put our feet up, before devouring a decent sized portion of peking duck in pancakes NOM.
Little Lola is settling in nicely, has taken like a pro to bfing and we are besotted. She looks sooooooo like her big sister did when she was born, only with a different nose! So that's the story (I think, I've probably forgotten something!) Hope it made for an interesting read!
My poor poor sofa
p.s. I did forget something, she was 8lbs 1oz! I guessed spot on!!
I was 39 weeks last Tuesday (8th May) and hadn't had any signs or anything much happen, I was convinced I was going to go overdue like with my first who arrived at 40+6. My husband on the other hand had said for MONTHS that she was coming in week 39. Smartarse.
So on Thursday morning (39+2), I woke up and went to the loo, when I wiped I saw a lot of brown goo with a bit of red in there as well, like the last day of a period. Did panic a bit as I am RH- so phoned my mw on call for advice on whether to go to L&D or not. She said that unless it went more red or continued to come, she thought it'd be fine and was most likely my show, especially as I'd bee feeling a little crampy since the night before. So I calmed down and carried on entertaining my DD. That night I was still feeling a little crampy and lost my plug which was one big solid piece of brown. We decided to ship my DD off to the MIL's overnight though, in case something kicked off. I woke up at 7am yesterday to mild contractions, my husband hadn't had a full night's sleep in our bed for weeks due to our rascal of a toddler so I let him sleep on and continued to have random mild contractions for the next couple of hours. He woke up at about 9/9.30 and after I told him I'd been having them, he proceeded to start completely cleaning the house from top to bottom
He gutted the bathroom, mopped the floors, even cleaned the windows and cleared out Poppy's toybox. Trying to distract himself perhaps?? My contractions weren't particularly painful or regular by this point so we decided to go and pick up Poppy from the MIL's at 1, we did- but by this time the pains were getting a little stronger so we decided to get my parents to take her that night just in case! My mum came straight from work and got to us at about 4pm, the pains were coming every 5/10 mins or so but weren't regular (I would get sometimes 3 within 5 mins or none for 10 mins), but in the 30 mins she was there she even noticed that I seemed to be in more pain each time- I'd gone from bouncing on my gym ball to leaning over it on all fours. So she left with Poppy as she was starting to notice I was in pain and was asking what was wrong etc. So they left around 4.30. We then started using the contraction timer app on hubby's phone and realised the contractions were coming every 5 mins and were lasting a minute each time. I was texting my wonderful bump buddy KittyVentura and wasn't sure if I should phone the mw but she told me to so I did I phoned the #1 mw on the call sheet and told her what was going on and she said she would phone the #2 mw to come over as she lives a lot closer. Sooo... #2 mw (Sandra) arrived at around 6pm and listened in to the hb while I was contracting. Everything was fine with both of us, so she asked if she could do an internal. I said yep sure go ahead- I was 5cm, she said the head was still quite far back but the membranes were bulging like crazy. This was at 6.20pm. I asked if I could get the G&A on the go as the pain was getting pretty intense now, so she and Barry went upstairs to bring the (massive!) canister down for me. She got it all hooked up and I started using it just as mw#1 arrived at 6.30pm(Mary-Jo). THEN IT ALL KICKED OFF.
The pain I was in was intense, but within 10 mins it went from 0 to 100 mph! It was like I had one contraction that was bad but I could deal with it, and the next one was like BAM!!! Now this last bit went very quickly so I'm trying to remember everything, times etc I found out afterwards from barry and the mws. At 6.44 I got the extreme contraction and felt the pressure!! I started squealing that I was pushing (because I was). I was on the sofa and they were trying to get my pj bottoms off but I kept squealing that I couldn't move. But they managed to wrestle them off me (Sandra said she was expecting to take them off and Lola to be being held in by my pants
), as soon as they had them off I had to do another big push and my waters EXPLODED over the sofa and then it got a wee bit scary. I heard Sandra saying "meconium Mary-Jo, meconium" in a worried tone, and I remember hearing "paramedics" and "999". But I was in severe pain by this point and after a couple of big pushes she was out at 6.51pm! Sandra did have to grab my face and tell me to calm down at the end because I was losing it a bit during transition, and I did, but it all happened so quickly I was in shock and freaked out a bit! Lola came out and was a bit stunned but totally fine. They had to phone the ambulance because it's procedure when there's meconium in waters, but they told me afterwards it was probably due to the fact she pretty much plummeted down within a few minutes and was in shock herself! Barry didn't get to cut the cord as they were making sure she was ok and I told them just to do whatever they had to do to make sure she was alright. After a couple of minutes they placed her onto my chest and suctioned out her mouth and throat in case she had inhaled any meconium. I fell in love right then. So the paramedics turned up to take us to hospital (due to the meconium and also I had a 2nd degree tear which needed stitching). And the student mw shortly after
I do feel bad about that, she's graduating next month and wanted to attend a homebirth before she did... she missed it by about 20 mins! So Sandra, I and Lola went in the ambulance to hospital and Barry followed in our car. Got taken to a room and this DICK of a doctor called Rodger came in and I swear... Rodger- if you're reading this... if I ever see you on the street, I'm kicking you in the balls mate. Agony. Sheer agony. It wasn't even the jabs for anesthetic that were the worst part- it was him fucking about with my bits which were clearly resembling mincemeat by this point. Was sucking that g&a like a crazy person and crying my eyes out. Sandra gave me a cuddle through it as Barry had Lola and she was asleep in his arms. So that was that! We arrived home at 11.30pm (me wearing fetching hospital scrub trousers as I had bled over my other TWO pairs of trousers ) and were promptly met by our hysterical neighbours who had only seen me being carted away in an ambulance and were freaking out! Poor people thought something bad had happened! So in we came and put our feet up, before devouring a decent sized portion of peking duck in pancakes NOM. Little Lola is settling in nicely, has taken like a pro to bfing and we are besotted. She looks sooooooo like her big sister did when she was born, only with a different nose! So that's the story (I think, I've probably forgotten something!) Hope it made for an interesting read!
My poor poor sofa
p.s. I did forget something, she was 8lbs 1oz! I guessed spot on!!
Im glad mine is wipeable!
Welcome to the world baby Lola
xx
