CeriB
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Here is our birth story! It is quite long winded as quite a lot happened 😂 feel free to skip the boring parts!
Monday 27th march (38+5) - I went in for a routine midwife appointment at my doctors. I had prepared myself to see my usual midwife and to ask for a sweep. I was stressed! Baby was measuring large for dates, I was having reduced movement, hubbys grandma had passed away very suddenly and he was signed off work due to stress. Things were not going well! Walked in to the room and it was not my midwife! The cover midwife threw me and I didn't know what to do! She started asking me the usual questions and I burst in to tears. She saw my trace from the previous week when I went in for reduced movement and asked about that. DH was there with me and it all came flooding out. She rang the hospital and i was sent in for obs and a scan! The triage unit was really lovely and they did the monitoring and booked me for a scan within a few hours. The monitoring went well but, even though they could see the movement on the trace, I could not feel anything. The midwife at the unit could see how stressed we were and said that was a huge factor in babies movement and that I needed to do whatever I could to relax. Easier said than done! I went for a scan ,and it showed that baby boy was over the 90% line and, as the midwife said "running out of room". She rang the triage unit again and they asked me to head back to discuss induction! At this point I thought they might want to do it that day! DD was at school, I had not packed a proper bag and DHs grandmas funeral was in 5 days 😫 when I got back, they said they would offer to induce me after 39 weeks (Wednesday) if I wanted to. I said yes please! They looked at what was available and Friday morning was the earliest they could do - this was grandmas funeral! Before I even had a chance to say anything, DH jumped in and agreed. The funeral was a 2 hour drive away and that was adding to the stress that if anything happened while he was there, it would take him ages to get back. So, we were booked in Friday 31st March 10am to be induced!
Friday 31st march - I was quite emotional when I took DD to school this morning as I knew I might not see her for a few days. I hoped I would see her the next day when her brother had arrived! Lol! Yeah right! I had my first gel at 1130 - I was already nearly 1cm dilated but my cervix was quite far back. I was monitored for 20mins then told to get up and wonder! I did just that - for hours! Nothing! I had another gel just after midnight, but still nothing!
Saturday 1st April - just after 9am I as seen by the consultant as I had not responded to the 2 previous gels. Well, I say not responded - I was now 2cm and had some tightening show on the trace throughout the day/night but didn't really feel anything. The consultant gave me another gel, stretched my cervix (with his massive man hands 😳
and I started having contractions within half an hour. They said that as soon as possible, they would send me to the delivery suite for my waters to be broken. Yeah! Or so I thought! I was having regular contractions all day as we waited to go to delivery suite. I was checked again in the afternoon and I was 2-3cm and the midwife said I was top of the list for delivery suite! Still no news by 7pm and when I asked, I was told I would not be going up tonight as delivery was rammed! 😔 I was left having regular contractions and the midwife said hopefully I would go myself in the night, but even if I did, there was no room in delivery so might have to have my baby in the antenatal ward! Brilliant! I had some paracetamol and a bath and went to bed.
Sunday 2nd April - managed to sleep and when I woke up, the contractions had stopped! Nothing! I was put on the trace again at 7am and all was looking fine. DH rang and said he would come in about half 9 and did I want anything picking up from the shop. I have him a list of food (i was starving!) and just as we hung up, the midwife came in to say I was going to delivery suite now! 😵 sounds about right! What was nice was, the student midwife I saw during my antenatal appointments was on placement in delivery and had been assigned to me! I'd seen my fair share of students over the passed 2 days so that didn't bother me. And, the fact that I knew her from before was nice! I went up to delivery and the midwife said they would show DH where to go when he got in. My room in delivery was lovely! Huge window overlooking the woods behind the hospital and it was such a lovely day! DH arrived shortly after and I was stuck back on the trace! My thousandenth trace in 2 days! By 10am we were ready and they went to break my waters! The student tried - no luck! The midwife tried - no luck! Twice! They called on their supervisor to try next! She checked me and said I was only 2cm and not ideal. They then had a chat about how I should have gone up yesterday when I was 3cm and contracting as that would have been the perfect time! The supervisor seemed a bit pissed if that I was left so long! Me too!! In the end, she managed to break my waters and they gushed everywhere! Back on the trace! Then up for a walk! I managed to walk down the corridor and stairs, sit for 10mins then the gushing started again! I was next to a bathroom though so that was handy! I went back to the room and paced for an hour! I was getting contractions but they were a bit hit and miss. I was checked at 11am and had started to progress but not a massive amount. I was to be checked again at 12pm and if not contracting at least 4 in 10mins, I would be started on the drip. I carried on pacing and leaking until 12pm! At this check, I was no further along so the drip was needed! I'm pretty sure he did not want to come out! I started the drip at 1.45pm, after 3 failed attempts to get the cannula in! Things were not going right for me! They start the drip at 6mg and up it every half hour. Contractions did start to pick up but slowly! I got up to 24mg by 3pm and the contractions were going crazy! I was on gas and air by this point and lost track of time! I stayed at 24mg for an hour as the contractions were really crazy and the midwife wanted them to stabilise. They did and she upped the drip to 36mg.😫 again, the contractions went crazy but settled down. By 4.30pm I was, finally, in established labour! All I really remember after this point was gas and air, chat, gas and air, chat! On repeat! Then the pressure started! I had no idea what I was doing and kept saying to the midwife "I don't if I want to push or if I'm trying to stop pushing!" Her reply "keep doing what your doing!" I didn't know what I was doing! Poor DH! I squeezed his hand so much he had to let go to regain blood pressure! 😂 I was getting cramp in my right hand from holding the gas and air tube and muscle ache in my left from squeezing and locking out my arm during contractions! When DD was born, I don't remember the pressure of trying to push her out. I genuinely don't think it was that intense! I'm guessing it was the wham-bam-thank-you-mam of the drip that made it more intense as I pushed for 24 minutes before he was born. 6.21pm my little born was out and placed straight on my chest 💙 His chord was around his neck and then tucked under his arm so they had to detangle him first, but there he was! I couldn't quite believe it - after the past 3 days, I was actually holding my little boy! Me and DH spent ages just staring at him and I was still holding him as they stitched me up! That was a whole other story 😬 He weighed in at 8lb 11oz. We had sent our announcement messages and got a reply from our daughter (on her grans phone) which made me cry! I was chuffing down gas and air whilst being stitched up, so crying made everyone worry I was in too much pain! 😂 DH told them about the message and my student midwife nearly cried! DD was in to see us by 745pm which was the most amazing experience 😍 she is so much in love with her little brother, it makes me want to cry when I see them together! After a quick shower I packed up and went down to the ward. I was there and settled by 9pm! Hubby went home and I settled down with my newborn son 💙 Maxwell George 💙
Monday 27th march (38+5) - I went in for a routine midwife appointment at my doctors. I had prepared myself to see my usual midwife and to ask for a sweep. I was stressed! Baby was measuring large for dates, I was having reduced movement, hubbys grandma had passed away very suddenly and he was signed off work due to stress. Things were not going well! Walked in to the room and it was not my midwife! The cover midwife threw me and I didn't know what to do! She started asking me the usual questions and I burst in to tears. She saw my trace from the previous week when I went in for reduced movement and asked about that. DH was there with me and it all came flooding out. She rang the hospital and i was sent in for obs and a scan! The triage unit was really lovely and they did the monitoring and booked me for a scan within a few hours. The monitoring went well but, even though they could see the movement on the trace, I could not feel anything. The midwife at the unit could see how stressed we were and said that was a huge factor in babies movement and that I needed to do whatever I could to relax. Easier said than done! I went for a scan ,and it showed that baby boy was over the 90% line and, as the midwife said "running out of room". She rang the triage unit again and they asked me to head back to discuss induction! At this point I thought they might want to do it that day! DD was at school, I had not packed a proper bag and DHs grandmas funeral was in 5 days 😫 when I got back, they said they would offer to induce me after 39 weeks (Wednesday) if I wanted to. I said yes please! They looked at what was available and Friday morning was the earliest they could do - this was grandmas funeral! Before I even had a chance to say anything, DH jumped in and agreed. The funeral was a 2 hour drive away and that was adding to the stress that if anything happened while he was there, it would take him ages to get back. So, we were booked in Friday 31st March 10am to be induced!
Friday 31st march - I was quite emotional when I took DD to school this morning as I knew I might not see her for a few days. I hoped I would see her the next day when her brother had arrived! Lol! Yeah right! I had my first gel at 1130 - I was already nearly 1cm dilated but my cervix was quite far back. I was monitored for 20mins then told to get up and wonder! I did just that - for hours! Nothing! I had another gel just after midnight, but still nothing!
Saturday 1st April - just after 9am I as seen by the consultant as I had not responded to the 2 previous gels. Well, I say not responded - I was now 2cm and had some tightening show on the trace throughout the day/night but didn't really feel anything. The consultant gave me another gel, stretched my cervix (with his massive man hands 😳
and I started having contractions within half an hour. They said that as soon as possible, they would send me to the delivery suite for my waters to be broken. Yeah! Or so I thought! I was having regular contractions all day as we waited to go to delivery suite. I was checked again in the afternoon and I was 2-3cm and the midwife said I was top of the list for delivery suite! Still no news by 7pm and when I asked, I was told I would not be going up tonight as delivery was rammed! 😔 I was left having regular contractions and the midwife said hopefully I would go myself in the night, but even if I did, there was no room in delivery so might have to have my baby in the antenatal ward! Brilliant! I had some paracetamol and a bath and went to bed.Sunday 2nd April - managed to sleep and when I woke up, the contractions had stopped! Nothing! I was put on the trace again at 7am and all was looking fine. DH rang and said he would come in about half 9 and did I want anything picking up from the shop. I have him a list of food (i was starving!) and just as we hung up, the midwife came in to say I was going to delivery suite now! 😵 sounds about right! What was nice was, the student midwife I saw during my antenatal appointments was on placement in delivery and had been assigned to me! I'd seen my fair share of students over the passed 2 days so that didn't bother me. And, the fact that I knew her from before was nice! I went up to delivery and the midwife said they would show DH where to go when he got in. My room in delivery was lovely! Huge window overlooking the woods behind the hospital and it was such a lovely day! DH arrived shortly after and I was stuck back on the trace! My thousandenth trace in 2 days! By 10am we were ready and they went to break my waters! The student tried - no luck! The midwife tried - no luck! Twice! They called on their supervisor to try next! She checked me and said I was only 2cm and not ideal. They then had a chat about how I should have gone up yesterday when I was 3cm and contracting as that would have been the perfect time! The supervisor seemed a bit pissed if that I was left so long! Me too!! In the end, she managed to break my waters and they gushed everywhere! Back on the trace! Then up for a walk! I managed to walk down the corridor and stairs, sit for 10mins then the gushing started again! I was next to a bathroom though so that was handy! I went back to the room and paced for an hour! I was getting contractions but they were a bit hit and miss. I was checked at 11am and had started to progress but not a massive amount. I was to be checked again at 12pm and if not contracting at least 4 in 10mins, I would be started on the drip. I carried on pacing and leaking until 12pm! At this check, I was no further along so the drip was needed! I'm pretty sure he did not want to come out! I started the drip at 1.45pm, after 3 failed attempts to get the cannula in! Things were not going right for me! They start the drip at 6mg and up it every half hour. Contractions did start to pick up but slowly! I got up to 24mg by 3pm and the contractions were going crazy! I was on gas and air by this point and lost track of time! I stayed at 24mg for an hour as the contractions were really crazy and the midwife wanted them to stabilise. They did and she upped the drip to 36mg.😫 again, the contractions went crazy but settled down. By 4.30pm I was, finally, in established labour! All I really remember after this point was gas and air, chat, gas and air, chat! On repeat! Then the pressure started! I had no idea what I was doing and kept saying to the midwife "I don't if I want to push or if I'm trying to stop pushing!" Her reply "keep doing what your doing!" I didn't know what I was doing! Poor DH! I squeezed his hand so much he had to let go to regain blood pressure! 😂 I was getting cramp in my right hand from holding the gas and air tube and muscle ache in my left from squeezing and locking out my arm during contractions! When DD was born, I don't remember the pressure of trying to push her out. I genuinely don't think it was that intense! I'm guessing it was the wham-bam-thank-you-mam of the drip that made it more intense as I pushed for 24 minutes before he was born. 6.21pm my little born was out and placed straight on my chest 💙 His chord was around his neck and then tucked under his arm so they had to detangle him first, but there he was! I couldn't quite believe it - after the past 3 days, I was actually holding my little boy! Me and DH spent ages just staring at him and I was still holding him as they stitched me up! That was a whole other story 😬 He weighed in at 8lb 11oz. We had sent our announcement messages and got a reply from our daughter (on her grans phone) which made me cry! I was chuffing down gas and air whilst being stitched up, so crying made everyone worry I was in too much pain! 😂 DH told them about the message and my student midwife nearly cried! DD was in to see us by 745pm which was the most amazing experience 😍 she is so much in love with her little brother, it makes me want to cry when I see them together! After a quick shower I packed up and went down to the ward. I was there and settled by 9pm! Hubby went home and I settled down with my newborn son 💙 Maxwell George 💙
