lucy_x
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I loved being pregnant. Every single moment. Pregnancy was a walk in the park! I pretty much lost my appetite but that was no problem, I only gained 9lbs the entire 38 weeks! i was never sick (except after my labetalol occasionally), i never got heartburn and i never got massively huge!
I had high blood pressure from the outset and was then diagnosed gestational diatbetes at 27 weeks BUT I loved knowing, no matter where I was he was with me. I couldn't wait until my tummy got round and what I wouldn't do to feel him wriggle again. I loved being pregnant. I really loved it, and the few minutes before they induced my labour, before I knew I was going to have hir...I cried because, despite the fact excited to meet him, hold him, kiss him ...I knew he wouldnt live there anymore!.These could be the last few moments I would feel him kick me! make me nauseous! And that this would be the last time it would be just me ,didd and Amari as just us three, the three we had been for 2 and a half years... and being pregnant?.. That is the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to a human. Ever.
It all started on Tuesday the 15 of January 2013. I went in for my appointment with the consultant to discuss IOL. I had high blood pressure & GD so would have to go every 3 weeks on a tuesday, so they examine my bump, i could have a scan and discuss what was happening. I was always in control of my GD, but baby always measured large, This time I was 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant, and my baby measured a suspected 4.7kg (10lb 16oz), My consultant tried to pursuade me to have a c-section because of possible shoulder dystocia, however i remained adement my baby was not as big as my daughter was (she was 3.9kg) and if i could manage her, i could do it again. He resigned to that and decided to book me in for induction the following morning at 10am
Wednesday morning 16th Jan, came around as somewhat of a blur now, I hadnt really slept that Tuesday night, waking every hour or so desperate to pee and somewhat scared and exited to meet my boy. even waking three times between 4-4.30am, i had to google on my phone "what is the time" to make sure i wasn't imaging it and it was later!.
I rang into labour ward at 9.15am and was told to come up at 10.00
We packed a few last things and got into Nottingham for around 10.15, After discussing a few things with the MW and going on the ctg for half an hour to ensure baby was happy, my propess was popped in about 12 mid-day. It wasn't an un-pleasant experience, felt like running string around your fingers. I wasnt dilating or particularly effaced, but the cervix was central and doing what it needed to be at that stage in pregnancy. I then went back on the CTG for a further half hour and was given some lunch, Roast gammon and winter veg - Soph and Amari left to go and pick didd up from work. I was then free at 1pm to do as i pleased for a few hours before having to go back for another CTG at 6pm to again check baby was happy with anything.
The day driffted by, we ate, drank coffees and walked the hospital grounds in a bid to get something moving, Soph had a few car troubles but these would be sorted in good time for coming back the next day to see me! or later in the night we hoped to have a bubba!
Wednesday night came and off went my OH, nothing much going on some light back ache but not much so i tried to get some rest, but hospital beds are so uncomfortable i barley slept again, i spent a little time worrying myself with the possibility of having a huge baby, this was the first night in my entire pregnancy i had worried about labour, Id spent the majority really looking forward to the experience and educating myself on natural birthing - was i going to loose it all because id grown an elephant and end up with a section?!
the propess was crap aswel and fell out 4 times! resulting in uncomfortable internals to try and put it back! - ick.
woke at 7am, washed my face and pondered the thoughts of what would be happening later that day, i really wanted to avoid a syntocinon drip labour, because i wanted to be able to move freely, if he was gonna be a big baby i needed my body to be able to move to get him out....But it looked as if it was heading that way
Sophs car broke down again on the way to visit me, they were stranded and i was on my own on induction ward frightened to death of getting induced on my own...who knew when they could come, i could have cried. however 12 midday came and it was time for the propess to come out, right on cue there it was on the toilet floor, damn thing just didnt want to stay put, It was decided i would be moved to labour ward after lunch where my waters were to be broken to try and get things hurrying along a little.
I was escorted down to suite 12 on labour and delivery at 1.30, it was lovely - completely homely and relaxing, My consultant had clearly taken note that i wanted an active birth as this room was ideal, stuffed with aromatherapy ointments, birthballs and birthing chairs, low level lighting and soft radio playing - perfect. L&D was busy that day, so i didnt have a specific MW assigned yet.
My waters were broken at 2pm, and i was only 2cm dilated. She could feel the babies head though so progress was in the making - we agreed i could have 2 hours to try and walk the baby out before having the drip put in, and i literally spent the next 2 hours doing anything i could in that room to get that baby low, squats, lunging, and pacing backwards and forwards, got a few cramps in my pelvis but literally only the same as i had been experiencing for months anyway!, i was starting to get disheartened, i was so worried id loose my opportunity to get a drug free birth, i knew once i was on that syntocinon i didn't stand a chance, the pain would be too intense. I was given a sandwhich, Yoghurt and biscuit with tea so i didnt starve once the drip was on haha
We had arranged for my OH to get to me for 4pm, because im awful having cannulas put in and wanted him there for that. He arrived in good time. Labour ward was very busy though that day, so much so it took until 7pm to get the cannula in (which had to be inserted into my elbow vein but around the front obviously as no others would come up haha). This is when i met the Mw's who were taking over for the night, Hannah and Kerry. Lovely women, both young, Hannah being a student in her second year. They started the drip up at 7.30pm and my tens machine was put on low - i was determined to keep as drug free for as long as possible and Hannah and Kerry were completely supportive of this. i sat very upright on the bed with the ctg on, my pelvis ached too much to lie down and i couldn't exactly moved being hooked up - Hannah brought in some Lavender and lemon oil as i had a blocked nose and i wanted something to clear it, I will forever remember those smells now 
Babies heart rate was impossible to find so a little clip was popped on his head, still only 3cm at 7.50pm- damn. still no contractions were registering tho so we made the decision that didd would go home and put our daughter to bed and return about 10, before things got going... i felt completely comfortable with the Mws so didnt need him just yet.
Started getting intense pelvic/hip pains at 8.15, but rocked through them on the bed, with the tens machine and holding my breath, muttering all sorts of obscenities under my breath!, I text my sister at 8.31 telling her i wish i hadnt sent my OH home because it was starting to hurt and i didnt think i could manage, I knew if it continued like this i couldnt go drug free, and i needed support to stop that happening.. The Mws asked if i was feeling alright, so i told them my pevis felt like it was tearing and she asked me if i wanted to go on the birth ball, i said yes but could i go to the loo first, so they unhooked me and i hopped down to the loo, and this is where things started getting a bit blurry, I remember sitting down on th loo, i was desperate to poo and embarresed because the MW was right outside the door, I dont think i even locked it because i was in such a hurry to sit down - then i couldnt stand back up, and i started crying - the pain was intense in my pelvis and i was clinging on to the loo roll like my life depended on it. Kerry popped her head round and asked why i was crying, i replied i didnt know but it hurt and i needed to poo - this was when it must have clicked with her that my baby was coming - i kept repeating to her that i needed to poo but dont leave me & that i was scared, and that i was sorry for being a nusience and that it hurt - she told ne not to worry and that it was just the baby, she shouted to hannah to bring in the birth kit all the while telling me i was fine but could we get back to the bed. i was telling her it couldnt possibly be the baby and what would i do if it wasnt because it hurt soooo much. They managed to get me back to the bed and i told them i didnt know how to sit down! i must have looked like a right wally, either way i got into a semi reclined position and was handed the gas and air... i promptly crossed my legs to try and stop the pain......
A few minutes later, Kerry looked up at me and said my babies head was there! i couldnt believe it! - id managed a head without realising!!
This was when i recall kerry phoning through to say she was in second stage and be prepared, I remember her asking if she could have her hand back for just a minute to get me a towel for my baby...I actually hesitated at letting her have it back, i must have been squeezing like hell.
I remember asking her to put him back because i wasnt ready
I remember between sucks on the gas and air asking why it was taking so long, even up until that point i was convinced my baby would get stuck, but right then came my contraction, i nudged Kerry in the shoulder to let her know it was coming and then he was here! my tiny little boy...I instantly dropped the gas and grabbed my baby, he had his cord around his neck and i heard her shout flat baby, but just as i unwound it he started crying! - his apgars were 4, 10, 10. his weight? not the 4.7kg they estimated, he weighed 3.8kg, 8lb 9oz.
I was checked for tears and grazing - that was by far teh most painful experience, Fortunatly not one in sight! id managed a baby with no drugs and no tears! im in awe of myself!!
i cried for a good 20 mintutes, i rang didd and told him id had him so to hurry, he cried too. Hannah brought me toast, with marmalade and tea, i breastfed my baby for over an hour. Didd and soph arrived and met their son and nephew...Love at first sight, im only sorry they missed it. we took photos, hundreds of photos. I cant even remember taking off my tens! - I got the most amazing shower! it was wonderful to feel THIS amazing after giving birth.
We had another night in hospital and was allowed home on Saturday the 19th. His blood sugars played around a little but nothing extreme.
And there it is, Lucas John, 17th January at 8.45pm, 8lb 9oz, 36.5cm HC and 20 inches long.
I had high blood pressure from the outset and was then diagnosed gestational diatbetes at 27 weeks BUT I loved knowing, no matter where I was he was with me. I couldn't wait until my tummy got round and what I wouldn't do to feel him wriggle again. I loved being pregnant. I really loved it, and the few minutes before they induced my labour, before I knew I was going to have hir...I cried because, despite the fact excited to meet him, hold him, kiss him ...I knew he wouldnt live there anymore!.These could be the last few moments I would feel him kick me! make me nauseous! And that this would be the last time it would be just me ,didd and Amari as just us three, the three we had been for 2 and a half years... and being pregnant?.. That is the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to a human. Ever.
It all started on Tuesday the 15 of January 2013. I went in for my appointment with the consultant to discuss IOL. I had high blood pressure & GD so would have to go every 3 weeks on a tuesday, so they examine my bump, i could have a scan and discuss what was happening. I was always in control of my GD, but baby always measured large, This time I was 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant, and my baby measured a suspected 4.7kg (10lb 16oz), My consultant tried to pursuade me to have a c-section because of possible shoulder dystocia, however i remained adement my baby was not as big as my daughter was (she was 3.9kg) and if i could manage her, i could do it again. He resigned to that and decided to book me in for induction the following morning at 10am
Wednesday morning 16th Jan, came around as somewhat of a blur now, I hadnt really slept that Tuesday night, waking every hour or so desperate to pee and somewhat scared and exited to meet my boy. even waking three times between 4-4.30am, i had to google on my phone "what is the time" to make sure i wasn't imaging it and it was later!.
I rang into labour ward at 9.15am and was told to come up at 10.00
We packed a few last things and got into Nottingham for around 10.15, After discussing a few things with the MW and going on the ctg for half an hour to ensure baby was happy, my propess was popped in about 12 mid-day. It wasn't an un-pleasant experience, felt like running string around your fingers. I wasnt dilating or particularly effaced, but the cervix was central and doing what it needed to be at that stage in pregnancy. I then went back on the CTG for a further half hour and was given some lunch, Roast gammon and winter veg - Soph and Amari left to go and pick didd up from work. I was then free at 1pm to do as i pleased for a few hours before having to go back for another CTG at 6pm to again check baby was happy with anything.
The day driffted by, we ate, drank coffees and walked the hospital grounds in a bid to get something moving, Soph had a few car troubles but these would be sorted in good time for coming back the next day to see me! or later in the night we hoped to have a bubba!
Wednesday night came and off went my OH, nothing much going on some light back ache but not much so i tried to get some rest, but hospital beds are so uncomfortable i barley slept again, i spent a little time worrying myself with the possibility of having a huge baby, this was the first night in my entire pregnancy i had worried about labour, Id spent the majority really looking forward to the experience and educating myself on natural birthing - was i going to loose it all because id grown an elephant and end up with a section?!
the propess was crap aswel and fell out 4 times! resulting in uncomfortable internals to try and put it back! - ick.
woke at 7am, washed my face and pondered the thoughts of what would be happening later that day, i really wanted to avoid a syntocinon drip labour, because i wanted to be able to move freely, if he was gonna be a big baby i needed my body to be able to move to get him out....But it looked as if it was heading that way
Sophs car broke down again on the way to visit me, they were stranded and i was on my own on induction ward frightened to death of getting induced on my own...who knew when they could come, i could have cried. however 12 midday came and it was time for the propess to come out, right on cue there it was on the toilet floor, damn thing just didnt want to stay put, It was decided i would be moved to labour ward after lunch where my waters were to be broken to try and get things hurrying along a little.
I was escorted down to suite 12 on labour and delivery at 1.30, it was lovely - completely homely and relaxing, My consultant had clearly taken note that i wanted an active birth as this room was ideal, stuffed with aromatherapy ointments, birthballs and birthing chairs, low level lighting and soft radio playing - perfect. L&D was busy that day, so i didnt have a specific MW assigned yet.
My waters were broken at 2pm, and i was only 2cm dilated. She could feel the babies head though so progress was in the making - we agreed i could have 2 hours to try and walk the baby out before having the drip put in, and i literally spent the next 2 hours doing anything i could in that room to get that baby low, squats, lunging, and pacing backwards and forwards, got a few cramps in my pelvis but literally only the same as i had been experiencing for months anyway!, i was starting to get disheartened, i was so worried id loose my opportunity to get a drug free birth, i knew once i was on that syntocinon i didn't stand a chance, the pain would be too intense. I was given a sandwhich, Yoghurt and biscuit with tea so i didnt starve once the drip was on haha
We had arranged for my OH to get to me for 4pm, because im awful having cannulas put in and wanted him there for that. He arrived in good time. Labour ward was very busy though that day, so much so it took until 7pm to get the cannula in (which had to be inserted into my elbow vein but around the front obviously as no others would come up haha). This is when i met the Mw's who were taking over for the night, Hannah and Kerry. Lovely women, both young, Hannah being a student in her second year. They started the drip up at 7.30pm and my tens machine was put on low - i was determined to keep as drug free for as long as possible and Hannah and Kerry were completely supportive of this. i sat very upright on the bed with the ctg on, my pelvis ached too much to lie down and i couldn't exactly moved being hooked up
- Hannah brought in some Lavender and lemon oil as i had a blocked nose and i wanted something to clear it, I will forever remember those smells now Babies heart rate was impossible to find so a little clip was popped on his head, still only 3cm at 7.50pm- damn. still no contractions were registering tho so we made the decision that didd would go home and put our daughter to bed and return about 10, before things got going... i felt completely comfortable with the Mws so didnt need him just yet.
Started getting intense pelvic/hip pains at 8.15, but rocked through them on the bed, with the tens machine and holding my breath, muttering all sorts of obscenities under my breath!, I text my sister at 8.31 telling her i wish i hadnt sent my OH home because it was starting to hurt and i didnt think i could manage, I knew if it continued like this i couldnt go drug free, and i needed support to stop that happening.. The Mws asked if i was feeling alright, so i told them my pevis felt like it was tearing and she asked me if i wanted to go on the birth ball, i said yes but could i go to the loo first, so they unhooked me and i hopped down to the loo, and this is where things started getting a bit blurry, I remember sitting down on th loo, i was desperate to poo and embarresed because the MW was right outside the door, I dont think i even locked it because i was in such a hurry to sit down - then i couldnt stand back up, and i started crying - the pain was intense in my pelvis and i was clinging on to the loo roll like my life depended on it. Kerry popped her head round and asked why i was crying, i replied i didnt know but it hurt and i needed to poo - this was when it must have clicked with her that my baby was coming - i kept repeating to her that i needed to poo but dont leave me & that i was scared, and that i was sorry for being a nusience and that it hurt - she told ne not to worry and that it was just the baby, she shouted to hannah to bring in the birth kit all the while telling me i was fine but could we get back to the bed. i was telling her it couldnt possibly be the baby and what would i do if it wasnt because it hurt soooo much. They managed to get me back to the bed and i told them i didnt know how to sit down! i must have looked like a right wally, either way i got into a semi reclined position and was handed the gas and air... i promptly crossed my legs to try and stop the pain......
A few minutes later, Kerry looked up at me and said my babies head was there! i couldnt believe it! - id managed a head without realising!!
This was when i recall kerry phoning through to say she was in second stage and be prepared, I remember her asking if she could have her hand back for just a minute to get me a towel for my baby...I actually hesitated at letting her have it back, i must have been squeezing like hell.
I remember asking her to put him back because i wasnt ready
I remember between sucks on the gas and air asking why it was taking so long, even up until that point i was convinced my baby would get stuck, but right then came my contraction, i nudged Kerry in the shoulder to let her know it was coming and then he was here! my tiny little boy...I instantly dropped the gas and grabbed my baby, he had his cord around his neck and i heard her shout flat baby, but just as i unwound it he started crying! - his apgars were 4, 10, 10. his weight? not the 4.7kg they estimated, he weighed 3.8kg, 8lb 9oz.
I was checked for tears and grazing - that was by far teh most painful experience, Fortunatly not one in sight! id managed a baby with no drugs and no tears! im in awe of myself!!
i cried for a good 20 mintutes, i rang didd and told him id had him so to hurry, he cried too. Hannah brought me toast, with marmalade and tea, i breastfed my baby for over an hour. Didd and soph arrived and met their son and nephew...Love at first sight, im only sorry they missed it. we took photos, hundreds of photos. I cant even remember taking off my tens! - I got the most amazing shower! it was wonderful to feel THIS amazing after giving birth.
We had another night in hospital and was allowed home on Saturday the 19th. His blood sugars played around a little but nothing extreme.
And there it is, Lucas John, 17th January at 8.45pm, 8lb 9oz, 36.5cm HC and 20 inches long.
xx
