ok... so this is going to be a bit rubbish, and mostly pieced together from my posts on here!
So as you all know i'd been having random bouts of contractions for aaaaaaages. Anyway, on the Thursday night I couldn't sleep. Just really uncomfortable, really achy and huffy. So I came and lay on the sofa and Trashy managed to bore me to sleep with tales of tupperware..
Woke up on Friday, still kind of crampy and felt really down, almost could not believe that the baby hadn't come in the night. I just felt like that was the day, nothing I could put my finger on, just felt... odd. No contractions per se, no show, no waters.
About 10am I start feeling really crampy, like I just had a bad stomach... on the advice of you lot I go for a big poo and they get loads worse. Kind of still thought that it was another false alarm. Started bouncing on the ball, walking around, trying to get things going. Theyre about 5 mins apart.
12pm I ring the unit, they tell me my own midwife is on her way over. She arrives anout an hour later and checks me over. Listens in to baby, then VE...4-5cm... she listens in again and baby's HR is high, about 180-190bpm. It stays like it for a while. She decides to go to another appointment for an hour and then come back. She advises me to have a bath or to fill the pool and get in it as Im established.
OH is on the phone to a colleague and Im trying to inflate the pool whilst contracting. I get cross and shout him to come and help me. He does. The pump doesnt work to fill the pool with water so we start using buckets. It seems to take forever and ever. At this point I go to the loo and see a bit of my show, slightly bloody but nothing exciting. I get in the pool, it is amazing. The whole time we are laughing and joking and the atmosphere is super exciting and lovely. He takes loads of pics of me in the pool and supports me better than I ever could have hoped for through contractions. Hes the perfect mix of supportive and not too touchy. Because of the babys heart rate I am drinking lots of fluid as I figure thats what theyd do if I went in to the hospital.
Midwife comes back and offers me Gas and Air, I decline as Im feeling pretty good. Babys heart rate is back to normal
4.30pm ish The contractions start tailing off a bit so I get out of the water for a while to get them going again. Around about here the second midwife turns up (my MW is only meant to be working till 5 but wants to stay to meet our baby). I dont really like this midwife, shes a bit talky and annoying.
6.30pm Another VE, Im 6cm. Whilst I have a contraction as shes examining me my waters go, on the sofa. Lovely and pink and healthy. OH is sad about the sofa as I dont tell him Im lying on a puppy training pad haha. The midwife tells me I can get back in the pool if I want to but I decide to stay out until they kick off a bit more. A neighbour comes over and is freaking out that the midwife has parked on the pavement so she and OH go out to sort out cars. Im left with the annoying midwife and suddenly the contractions get STRONG. Lasting well over a minute and feel really different and all in my pelvis. When OH and our midwife come back we decide to get back in the water.
Back in the pool and they offer me gas and air again. At this point I feel really horrible and start to feel like I need to push at the height of contractions. Theyre a bit mind blowing so I agree. Contraction number 1 with it is ACE, I laugh my arse off and the midwives arent sure if Im crying or laughing. I cant stop in between and its brilliant. Next contraction is similar and then they kind of go back to normal. The gas is great for helping me remember to breathe slowly though, and for biting on.
We carry on like this for a while. The contractions really increasing in intensity, the pushing feeling becomes a bit overwhelming although I am sure that I shouldnt be pushing as I KNOW in my heart Im not ready, I cant stop it. We try LOADS of different positions within the pool to try and stop the feeling but nothing really helps for a long time.
About 9.30pm the midwife asks me if Id like her to examine me again as were all concerned about the pushing and Im getting a bit stressed. I agree and get out of the water and lie on the floor. Im 6-7cm and pretty gutted although I was pretty sure that was what was happening. The midwife reassures me that the baby is fine so she is happyt to stay at home. She also says that I can go into hospital for an epidural to help me stop pushing. The contractions are now horrific and taking over my whole body. I go to the loo and the contraction is there is so scary. Me and OH have a chat and we agree to go in. I feel quite relieved. Midwife rings for an ambulance and its there within 2 minutes (although it seems like hours).
I go in the ambulance with the midwife and OH follows in the car. We live about 2 miles from the hospital but somehow OH manages to beat us there and has to stay in the room by himself for 10 minutes! I have no recollection of why the journey took so long!
We get to the room and Im freaking out. I keep screaming and shouting. They need to wait for the anesthetist as well as take bloods from me, put me on a monitor, and cannulate me etc. This seems like the longest wait ever ever ever. The doctor comes and examines me and Im still 7cm. I dont mind as I know that once the epidural is in my body can get on with its job without me pushing.
Sometime before midnight the anesthetist arrives. He consents me and tells me all the possible side effects etc. I agree. I move round on the bed to get into the right position and my waters start pouring out like crazy. Every contraction it seems like a whole pint pours out. Eventually the epidural is in and I lie back in the bed to see that the waters have gone green. Boo, mec. Midwives change the bed for me and we wait for the epidural to kick in. Its the best feeling ever and me and OH doze.
About 3am the monitor shows that although the baby is ok, its not brilliant, there are no accelerations and the heart rate very occasionally drops with a contraction. That combined with the meconium makes the midwives worry so they call the doctor back. Im contracting 6 in 10 minutes at this point, I can feel the pressure of them but no pain. The doctor comes and examines me, Im now 6cm and really swollen, the baby is direct OP (so well and truly back to back), with a deflexed head (not tucked in chin to chest but kind of looking straight forward) . He is brilliant. He explains my options, he says that his preference would be a c section as they cant put me on the hormone drip to speed things up as Im already contracting more than they would like and the baby isnt coping brilliantly (but also not DREADFUL). I agree, OH wakes up and I tell him.
OH puts on scrubs, he then has to wait in the room while they take me to theatre and top up the epidural. OH then comes through and sits next to me. My epidural is super effective and somehow sends my eye to sleep, and both my arms. The anesthetist tells me theyre cleaning my tummy and asks if I want to know when they start. I say NO way. He says ahh they started ages ago. It really just feels like someone rubbing my tummy. Not at all painful or horrible (kind of relaxing weirdly).
Suddenly there is a big slurpy sound where theyre sucking up the waters. The anesthetist says theres your waters, theres a head, theres the shoulders and we have a baby! (born at 04.16 on 10th March). The baby cries straight away. They bring him over to us as Id asked for OH to tell me the sex and ask what weve got. OH says its a little boy!. The midwife says not that little, take him to the ressusitaire with the paeds to check him over and asks if we want him weighed. We do. Hes is 9lbs 4oz.
They wrap him and give him to OH (as Im worried about my dead arms) while they suture me up and try and sort out a little bit of bleeding. Eventually OH and the baby are taken back to the room. He later tells me he was there about 20 minutes and had a little cry while he dressed and cuddled him. The doctors were all amazing. They wrote in my notes that next time I should have a VBAC. Im wheeled back into the delivery room and OH stays for an hour or so and then goes home to not sleep. Weird weird day!