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My Birth Story.
Louie John Indy Fletcher, born 30th July 2012 at 4:27 screaming by emergency c-section and weighing 9lb 4oz.
Hind Waters broke 27th July at 8:15pm.
Induced by 2 failed pessaries on 28th July and front waters broken & Pitocin on 29th July 10:30pm.
G&A 12am 30th July.
Pethadine 3am 30th July.
Epidural 4:30am 30th July.
10cm at 12:30pm 30th July.
Started pushing 1:30pm 30th July.
Epidural unknowingly turned right down.
Pain unbearable.
G&A.
Realised baby was stuck at 3pm 30th July.
Attempted Vontouse, failed 4pm 30th July.
Delivered by emergency C-Section 4:27pm 30th July 2012.
Released from hospital Thursday 2nd August at 5:30pm.
So much for my planned natural water birth! All I can say right now girls is its nice to dream, but grab your birth plans and rip them up. They NEVER go to plan.
As you know, my waters broke on Friday. I was called in, had it confirmed, then I was sent home to labour. If I didn’t labour naturally, I was to be given pessaries at 6pm Saturday and have an overnight stay. I had two pessaries, and with it, the WORST backache I’ve ever experienced in all my life. It was caused by the chemical in the pessaries. I was screaming in agony in the hospital shower, trying to spray hot water on my back. It was terrible. At 10am on the 29th July, the checked and my cervix was still so posterior, they couldn’t tell if I had dilated. The pain whilst they were checking was excruciating. One midwife managed and confirmed it was my high waters (back membranes) and that my front would be ruptured when I started on my Pitocin drip. By this time, I was hooked up to IV antibiotics because my waters had ruptured over 24 hours ago. I was called for my waters to be broken and to start my Pitocin drip at 10:30pm. I never felt so excited and happy in my life! I have to say now, the Midwife I had was incredible. She was just lovely. I waited for the arrival of my birth partners- my husband and my sister.
On their arrival, my waters were broken by the ONLY midwife who could reach, and it was painless, funnily enough, her name was also Bryony! Well, apparently, the midwife said she’d never seen so much water! It just kept GUSHING! My husband was fascinated. I was picked up off the bed, my bed cleaned and put back on to start Pitocin. Now, because of the amount of excruciating pain, and because of the G&A and Peth, I’m not really aware of what exactly happened that night. The G&A was the best drug I’ve ever tried, it sent me to timbucktoo and back! I was seeing dead people and kept thinking I was at home, in my Dad’s flat etc. The people around me seemed so far away, the room became bigger and it felt like the best trip of my life! The nurse put reggae music on too- so I felt incredible. When the pain became unbearable, I asked for some Peth. Apparently, I was hilarious on it. She administered it in my leg, and I only noticed the pain and her doing it 45 minutes later. I was so stoned, I saw her administer the drug and feel it, 45 minutes AFTER she had done it. The world around me became a mix of pure pain and la-la land. I was dancing, screaming, swearing. Between the pain, it felt amazing!
When it finally became too much to handle, apparently, I screamed for an epidural. I verbally abused the doctor who inserted it because she looked 12 apparently. “You aint coming near me, you’re a fucking child”...apparently. Oh the shame. Because I was in so much pain, it was put in wonky. It was taken out, and re inserted. So, I had two epidurals by this point. The pain eased away, I was placed on the bed and I drifted off to sleep. My husband and sister, both asleep, leaning on either side of the bed. When I woke up at 7am the next day, my Husband and sister grabbed some breakfast, and I was checked over for dilation, and my midwife changed over. I was 6-7cm’s. I was told to continue resting. At 1:30, my consultant turned up, I was checked- 10cm’s and said she’d give me 1 hour and 30 minutes to push him out. She knew he was a big baby!
I pushed with all my might. Over time, I realised I was beginning to feel more sensation, I began to ‘burn’, despite my attempted epidural top ups. My right hip became incredibly painful and before I knew it, I could feel 100% fully dilated pain. I used the gas. The more I pushed, the more it hurt. An hour and half later and he hadn’t moved. My consultant checked me and said he was stuck because he was coming face first and not head first. I was told I would be taken to theatre. By this time, the pain was out of this world- so intense; I was blacking out and screaming like something out of the exorcist. My husband and sister both burst into tears, it honestly felt like my lower half was being sawn off and something was going to burst out of me, ripping my whole body in two. Tears were dripping and I would feel the sweat pouring from my face. It was agony. I was climbing the walls as a doctor was going through the consent form for theatre. As I was taken through the corridors, my sister broke down as she could go no further, my drip got caught and was ripped out. As did my epidural on the way in from the bottom of my back. The pain! It was my fault, I was moving so much, no one could control me. I was held by a big, strong 6ft +++ guy so they could administer the spinal block. I screamed for them to get it out now, or kill me. I dug my nails down the guys back and ripped down, whilst retching through the pain. Slowly, after what seemed hours of absolute torture, and pain thankfully, I’ll never remember, a warm fuzzy sensation leap through my body. I was led on the table. I was numb. I never felt so thankful. I cried. I held the guys hand, the one who I had just previously physically abused. I told him I was sorry through the tears and he smiled and said ‘Its ok, you’re gona be ok’. The pain I felt was from having no sensation from one second, to being in full blown, fully dilated labour- and the baby was stuck in the wrong position, tearing me from the inside. Mrs parveen, my consultant let my husband in, who was crying and shaking. She attempted the vontouse but he was lodged. They prepped me for a c-section. My worst fear. However, by this time, I was begging them to get him out so he would be born alive. I felt some pushing sensation and then.... a wail! The relief. I couldn’t see through the tears and my husband was weeping through the shock and hearing the baby, I could hear the doctors laughing and going ‘awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, hello there, you’re a biggy!’. He was ok. After being checked, weighed and his vit K jab, he was placed in my husband’s arms. He cried like I’ve never seen a man cry before. The smile, his eyes glowed, he tried to talk but couldn’t get his words out for pure rapture and relief. He brought him to me, and I gasped. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I lifted his hat and to my amazement- a full head of thick black hair! He was beautiful, he was safe, he was alive and he was mine. All 9lb 4oz of him. My consultant also said my placenta was HUGE and that I was probably carrying about 24lb of weight in my bump.
We were taken to delivery, were my sister sighed a sense of respite and through her tears, told me I was the bravest person she knew. She held my baby and kissed his head. My Mum and his Mum burst through the door at this point in desperation ‘where are they? Are they ok?’ We were!
Over the following days, we recovered together. Louie has quite a bad case of Jaundice, and as a consequence, I had to start him on formula to rinse his system or for him to be taken to special care. So he’s on formula at the moment until my milk comes in. Tonight, I’m going to start latching him again to bring it in faster.
We’re home now, and trying to settle. I was greeted to a spotless house, cupboards and fridge full and two HUGE flower arrangements. My husband’s been 100% and took first shift of baby duty last night. I’m absolutely shattered and being tested to the max. Mainly because I also have a bad case of throat infection, bought on by my antibodies and iron levels dropping so incredibly low because of the pain and trauma. I also haemorrhaged, losing a litre of blood during my c-section. I also threw up a few times while they were prepping me- some vile green stuff? All that- plus the amount of G&A and screaming probably. I’m also quite traumatised, and cry quite a lot. But I take one look at my beautiful baby and I just don’t care.
Just a note to say- despite the trauma, the service I received at the Royal gwent hospital was second to none. The midwives, doctors and nurses treated me so kindly, and all laughed when I sent my apologies around for the verbal abuse during labour.
Thanks for reading.
Louie John Indy Fletcher, born 30th July 2012 at 4:27 screaming by emergency c-section and weighing 9lb 4oz.
Hind Waters broke 27th July at 8:15pm.
Induced by 2 failed pessaries on 28th July and front waters broken & Pitocin on 29th July 10:30pm.
G&A 12am 30th July.
Pethadine 3am 30th July.
Epidural 4:30am 30th July.
10cm at 12:30pm 30th July.
Started pushing 1:30pm 30th July.
Epidural unknowingly turned right down.
Pain unbearable.
G&A.
Realised baby was stuck at 3pm 30th July.
Attempted Vontouse, failed 4pm 30th July.
Delivered by emergency C-Section 4:27pm 30th July 2012.
Released from hospital Thursday 2nd August at 5:30pm.
So much for my planned natural water birth! All I can say right now girls is its nice to dream, but grab your birth plans and rip them up. They NEVER go to plan.
As you know, my waters broke on Friday. I was called in, had it confirmed, then I was sent home to labour. If I didn’t labour naturally, I was to be given pessaries at 6pm Saturday and have an overnight stay. I had two pessaries, and with it, the WORST backache I’ve ever experienced in all my life. It was caused by the chemical in the pessaries. I was screaming in agony in the hospital shower, trying to spray hot water on my back. It was terrible. At 10am on the 29th July, the checked and my cervix was still so posterior, they couldn’t tell if I had dilated. The pain whilst they were checking was excruciating. One midwife managed and confirmed it was my high waters (back membranes) and that my front would be ruptured when I started on my Pitocin drip. By this time, I was hooked up to IV antibiotics because my waters had ruptured over 24 hours ago. I was called for my waters to be broken and to start my Pitocin drip at 10:30pm. I never felt so excited and happy in my life! I have to say now, the Midwife I had was incredible. She was just lovely. I waited for the arrival of my birth partners- my husband and my sister.
On their arrival, my waters were broken by the ONLY midwife who could reach, and it was painless, funnily enough, her name was also Bryony! Well, apparently, the midwife said she’d never seen so much water! It just kept GUSHING! My husband was fascinated. I was picked up off the bed, my bed cleaned and put back on to start Pitocin. Now, because of the amount of excruciating pain, and because of the G&A and Peth, I’m not really aware of what exactly happened that night. The G&A was the best drug I’ve ever tried, it sent me to timbucktoo and back! I was seeing dead people and kept thinking I was at home, in my Dad’s flat etc. The people around me seemed so far away, the room became bigger and it felt like the best trip of my life! The nurse put reggae music on too- so I felt incredible. When the pain became unbearable, I asked for some Peth. Apparently, I was hilarious on it. She administered it in my leg, and I only noticed the pain and her doing it 45 minutes later. I was so stoned, I saw her administer the drug and feel it, 45 minutes AFTER she had done it. The world around me became a mix of pure pain and la-la land. I was dancing, screaming, swearing. Between the pain, it felt amazing!
When it finally became too much to handle, apparently, I screamed for an epidural. I verbally abused the doctor who inserted it because she looked 12 apparently. “You aint coming near me, you’re a fucking child”...apparently. Oh the shame. Because I was in so much pain, it was put in wonky. It was taken out, and re inserted. So, I had two epidurals by this point. The pain eased away, I was placed on the bed and I drifted off to sleep. My husband and sister, both asleep, leaning on either side of the bed. When I woke up at 7am the next day, my Husband and sister grabbed some breakfast, and I was checked over for dilation, and my midwife changed over. I was 6-7cm’s. I was told to continue resting. At 1:30, my consultant turned up, I was checked- 10cm’s and said she’d give me 1 hour and 30 minutes to push him out. She knew he was a big baby!
I pushed with all my might. Over time, I realised I was beginning to feel more sensation, I began to ‘burn’, despite my attempted epidural top ups. My right hip became incredibly painful and before I knew it, I could feel 100% fully dilated pain. I used the gas. The more I pushed, the more it hurt. An hour and half later and he hadn’t moved. My consultant checked me and said he was stuck because he was coming face first and not head first. I was told I would be taken to theatre. By this time, the pain was out of this world- so intense; I was blacking out and screaming like something out of the exorcist. My husband and sister both burst into tears, it honestly felt like my lower half was being sawn off and something was going to burst out of me, ripping my whole body in two. Tears were dripping and I would feel the sweat pouring from my face. It was agony. I was climbing the walls as a doctor was going through the consent form for theatre. As I was taken through the corridors, my sister broke down as she could go no further, my drip got caught and was ripped out. As did my epidural on the way in from the bottom of my back. The pain! It was my fault, I was moving so much, no one could control me. I was held by a big, strong 6ft +++ guy so they could administer the spinal block. I screamed for them to get it out now, or kill me. I dug my nails down the guys back and ripped down, whilst retching through the pain. Slowly, after what seemed hours of absolute torture, and pain thankfully, I’ll never remember, a warm fuzzy sensation leap through my body. I was led on the table. I was numb. I never felt so thankful. I cried. I held the guys hand, the one who I had just previously physically abused. I told him I was sorry through the tears and he smiled and said ‘Its ok, you’re gona be ok’. The pain I felt was from having no sensation from one second, to being in full blown, fully dilated labour- and the baby was stuck in the wrong position, tearing me from the inside. Mrs parveen, my consultant let my husband in, who was crying and shaking. She attempted the vontouse but he was lodged. They prepped me for a c-section. My worst fear. However, by this time, I was begging them to get him out so he would be born alive. I felt some pushing sensation and then.... a wail! The relief. I couldn’t see through the tears and my husband was weeping through the shock and hearing the baby, I could hear the doctors laughing and going ‘awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, hello there, you’re a biggy!’. He was ok. After being checked, weighed and his vit K jab, he was placed in my husband’s arms. He cried like I’ve never seen a man cry before. The smile, his eyes glowed, he tried to talk but couldn’t get his words out for pure rapture and relief. He brought him to me, and I gasped. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I lifted his hat and to my amazement- a full head of thick black hair! He was beautiful, he was safe, he was alive and he was mine. All 9lb 4oz of him. My consultant also said my placenta was HUGE and that I was probably carrying about 24lb of weight in my bump.
We were taken to delivery, were my sister sighed a sense of respite and through her tears, told me I was the bravest person she knew. She held my baby and kissed his head. My Mum and his Mum burst through the door at this point in desperation ‘where are they? Are they ok?’ We were!
Over the following days, we recovered together. Louie has quite a bad case of Jaundice, and as a consequence, I had to start him on formula to rinse his system or for him to be taken to special care. So he’s on formula at the moment until my milk comes in. Tonight, I’m going to start latching him again to bring it in faster.
We’re home now, and trying to settle. I was greeted to a spotless house, cupboards and fridge full and two HUGE flower arrangements. My husband’s been 100% and took first shift of baby duty last night. I’m absolutely shattered and being tested to the max. Mainly because I also have a bad case of throat infection, bought on by my antibodies and iron levels dropping so incredibly low because of the pain and trauma. I also haemorrhaged, losing a litre of blood during my c-section. I also threw up a few times while they were prepping me- some vile green stuff? All that- plus the amount of G&A and screaming probably. I’m also quite traumatised, and cry quite a lot. But I take one look at my beautiful baby and I just don’t care.
Just a note to say- despite the trauma, the service I received at the Royal gwent hospital was second to none. The midwives, doctors and nurses treated me so kindly, and all laughed when I sent my apologies around for the verbal abuse during labour.
Thanks for reading.
xxxx
