Hi ladies, i know this is super late, my beautiful girl is now 8 months old and a cheeky monkey, walking along furiniture, climbing stairs and crawling super fast lol. My story is far from straight forward so please bare with me. I had the easiest, most healthy pregnancy ever and felt amazing the whole way through. I had a sweep the day before my due date, and was told i was already 2 cm. 
. That afternoon my contractions started woohoo my sweep had worked. Managed to go to bed for a few hours but woke up at 1am as the pains became more frequent and more painful. I sat downstairs watching a film at 3am i thought i better actually time my contractions. They were 5 mins apart. I thought it was time the hubby got out of bed to support me lol. As soon as we got back down stairs my waters broke. But then no more contractions 
. I had to go to the hospital to be checked out, everything was fine, if my contractions didnt restart i was booked for induction at 9pm. 9pm came and no more contractions. So off i went for inducation. I had the tablet that night and at 6am was hooked up to the induction drip. This is where the problems started. My body reacted to the induction drug, i was super sensitive to it. Basically i had no break between contractions, they were on top of each other. Not good. I managed to make it to 4pm then i needed an epidural. I was only 6cm. Ohhhh my god the epidural was amazing. I felt slightly able to cope again. Then my baby became distressed and with each contraction i had her heart rate dipped. The consulatant came in and advised an emcs. My beautiful girl was born at 5.10 pm. I asked to be knocked out during the operation as i didnt like the feeling at all. I managed to hear my baby cry and had a quick glimpse. The next thing i knew i was waking up in intensive care 24 hours later with a breating tube down my throat and hooked up to a ventilator, and loads of other tubes. The gaps were soon filled in over the next few days. While knocked out i lost alot of blood, needing 4units of blood and 4 units of plazma. After they controlled the bleeding and stiched me up they tried to bring me around. As they did this i went into kidney and heart failure. They managed to stabilise me. They had to put me straight back under and transfere me to icu. i had a pulmonary odeama and they believe i may have a had a reaction to the fluids they gave me, but i wont know until im in that situation again. While in recovery i then developed pneumonia. And i had to be on oxygen for 5 days. On day 7 i was finally transferred to the post natal ward. I wouldnt swap anything for the world as my baby was perfect and healthy, and i would much rather that all happened to me than anything to my beautiful girl. My poor hubby had it worse than me, as i was knocked out for the whole drama. He was kicked out of theatre and was told there had been some slight complications but my daughter and i would be with him within 45 mins in recovery. 3 hours later and he was still waiting, i cant imagine what he was going through. He eventually got to hold his daughter. and then he had to visit me in icu at midnight and see me hooked up to a ventilator with tubes everywhere. On a debreif with my consulatant 2 months later he told me he hadnt seen anything like it in the 20 years he had been doing the job. Sorry for the long story and well done if you have made it to the end, i have a beautiful liitle girl and although my labour and birth wasn't straight forward i wouldnt change it for the world.
. That afternoon my contractions started woohoo my sweep had worked. Managed to go to bed for a few hours but woke up at 1am as the pains became more frequent and more painful. I sat downstairs watching a film at 3am i thought i better actually time my contractions. They were 5 mins apart. I thought it was time the hubby got out of bed to support me lol. As soon as we got back down stairs my waters broke. But then no more contractions . I had to go to the hospital to be checked out, everything was fine, if my contractions didnt restart i was booked for induction at 9pm. 9pm came and no more contractions. So off i went for inducation. I had the tablet that night and at 6am was hooked up to the induction drip. This is where the problems started. My body reacted to the induction drug, i was super sensitive to it. Basically i had no break between contractions, they were on top of each other. Not good. I managed to make it to 4pm then i needed an epidural. I was only 6cm. Ohhhh my god the epidural was amazing. I felt slightly able to cope again. Then my baby became distressed and with each contraction i had her heart rate dipped. The consulatant came in and advised an emcs. My beautiful girl was born at 5.10 pm. I asked to be knocked out during the operation as i didnt like the feeling at all. I managed to hear my baby cry and had a quick glimpse. The next thing i knew i was waking up in intensive care 24 hours later with a breating tube down my throat and hooked up to a ventilator, and loads of other tubes. The gaps were soon filled in over the next few days. While knocked out i lost alot of blood, needing 4units of blood and 4 units of plazma. After they controlled the bleeding and stiched me up they tried to bring me around. As they did this i went into kidney and heart failure. They managed to stabilise me. They had to put me straight back under and transfere me to icu. i had a pulmonary odeama and they believe i may have a had a reaction to the fluids they gave me, but i wont know until im in that situation again. While in recovery i then developed pneumonia. And i had to be on oxygen for 5 days. On day 7 i was finally transferred to the post natal ward. I wouldnt swap anything for the world as my baby was perfect and healthy, and i would much rather that all happened to me than anything to my beautiful girl. My poor hubby had it worse than me, as i was knocked out for the whole drama. He was kicked out of theatre and was told there had been some slight complications but my daughter and i would be with him within 45 mins in recovery. 3 hours later and he was still waiting, i cant imagine what he was going through. He eventually got to hold his daughter. and then he had to visit me in icu at midnight and see me hooked up to a ventilator with tubes everywhere. On a debreif with my consulatant 2 months later he told me he hadnt seen anything like it in the 20 years he had been doing the job. Sorry for the long story and well done if you have made it to the end, i have a beautiful liitle girl and although my labour and birth wasn't straight forward i wouldnt change it for the world.
