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Please Welcome
Oliver Edward George!
Please Welcome
Oliver Edward George!
Quick background ~
- I tested GBS positive at 6 weeks.
- We stayed team yellow - partners choice
- This is my rainbow.
- Told I wasn't allowed the use of water in labour.
- I had no plug loss
- I had no clear out
- I actually had no signs of labour approaching !
On the 6th February I had my 40 week midwife appointment.
I had absolutely no signs of labour and was already fed up. I expected to go over, as I was with my first born, however you can still hope it all happens before!
So my midwife came round to my house with her student. My appointment was at 9am so we had to take Cameron to nursery for the early drop off at 8:30am. The poor boy was the only one there when we arrived but seemed quite happy to go for a change.
When she arrived I told her how fed up I was, then she asked when I was due, so I replied with today.
So she said "ah so just a normal anti natal then?"
To which I replied "not unless I can have a sweep?"
Then my midwife said because this is my second baby I'm allowed to have one if I wanted her to try!
I of course jumped at the chance and requested it.
My midwife then did all the normal checks, which they were pleased with.
I was then asked to go into the bedroom put a towel on the bed and strip bottom half down. I pretty much ran across the hall.
They checked baby's position, still head down (which has never changed...) and now 3/5ths engaged!
So she explained what she was gonna do and kept telling me to say stop if I needed her to. Of course I was thinking hell no will I say stop under any circumstances.
So she started. Wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought. It didn't hurt either just felt a bit uncomfortable.
She found my cervix and told me I was 1cm, which is common for second babies. She then said she could feel the babies head and started to sweep the membranes. She said how I was nice and soft and that she could feel babies head really well, so much that she could feel the little dimples on it!
When she was finished she said I was now a loose 2cm. She also said that if you were gonna have a good sweep that's exactly how you want to be.
We finished up the appointment and we booked our next sweep for a weeks time. Just in case. Before she left I asked if there was anything I could do to help move things on, she said we should "spend all afternoon doing the act of love" - we laughed ... A lot.
So I spent the rest of my due date resting. We picked up Cameron from nursery, I actually said to Chris; "shall we say if Cameron's not in tomorrow it's coz I'm in labour?" But he said not to bother as I'm not having signs.
After lunch I literally spent the afternoon napping. I woke up thinking how I had wasted the sweep by not going for a walk or having sex! Every time I went to the toilet I would check for my bloody show, or plug or anything. Each time, nothing.
Feeling really put out, I went to bed at my usual 9pm. Chris had been at football training all night so he joined me after his dinner.
I fell asleep at about 11ish, maybe before, still with no signs.
On 7th February at 1:30am I woke up to a really bad cramping pain. I sat up breathing through it, it was all in my back and pressure pain. So I went to the toilet thinking it was that.
I don't even remember getting a break from the pain as I was on the loo. I was gripping our towel rail. Sitting here deffo made things worse.
I got up, and staggered into the bedroom. I sat on the bed and cried to Chris waking him up. I told him how much things hurt but he didn't believe me. I opened my contraction timer app and pressed start on the next pain.... 1:44am and it lasted 59 seconds. I breathed through it.
I started to panic not knowing if it was labour or not... 1:47am another one. Breathing through it, deep breaths, still just sitting on the bed.
Between contractions I was telling Chris how the contractions didn't feel like the same type of contractions I had with Cameron, it was just pressure and back ache. 1:53am another one...
After it went away I rang the hospital.
I remember telling them the contractions were 3 minutes apart and this was my second baby. I also made it clear to them that the contractions felt different to before and it was mostly pressure. The midwife told me to come in.
I hung up, told Chris to get dressed and ready and rang dad while having my next contraction. He didn't answer the phone.
I cried through the pain. Why won't they wake up?!
Luckily I kept the phone in my hand and he rang straight back.
I didn't even let him speak:
"Hello, my contractions have started and are 3 minutes apart. I've been told to go in"
He replied with:
"Mums getting dressed and we are leaving now"
Then the wait for them to arrive began.
I can't remember much of this wait, just that it felt like forever.
I packed a bag for Chris, putting clothes in and his phone chargers. I also put our camera with the bag.
Each contraction was so painful. Just pressure and back pain, the pressure was so bad I just wanted my waters to break as I know it would go away.
I stayed in my pjs, walking around the flat as much as I could. Chris was in the shower then doing as many last minute jobs as he could (like the washing up!). Whenever I felt a contraction I would grab hold of the nearest door or whatever I was near and just breathe through it. I took my phone everywhere with me and carried on timing them.
I don't think I was too loud, but Chris told me when he was outside having a cigarette the whole road echoed with the noise I was making and it sounded like I was being murdered!
Cameron woke up at about 2am but just got in our bed and watched the tv while half asleep. I'm quite pleased he woke up, it gave us a chance to pack up his bedding to take to mums. He wasn't bothered about me.
At 2:28am I was bent over the sofa, as I remember my midwife telling me that was the best position to be in, and my parents finally arrived. I was having a contraction at the time. Still trying to time them on my app, however because I got the free version it wouldn't let me time anymore than 10 contractions! They literally put all the bags in their car, picked Cameron up and put him in my car and as soon as the next contraction was gone we left.
It was pitch black and because I was the last out I was expected to lock the door... It took me what felt like 5 minutes!
I made Chris put a towel down in mums car too. Just in case!
Dad followed us most of the way to the hospital, purely because he's trained to actually deliver babies... Just incase we needed to pull over on the a14.
Thankfully we didn't.
Contracting the car was just plain awful. Chris was trying to rub my back and mum was trying to drive lol.
She put her Will Young cd on to try and calm me down. It kind of worked! Even though I'm not the biggest fan of him.
But the song "Fridays Child" came on, that's when I realised the chances are this baby will be a Fridays child! We all laughed and said if the baby was a boy we should call him William. Luckily Chris has a nephew called William so we couldn't! When we were close to the hospital I remember saying "I hope I'm 4cm, if I'm 4cm I can cope with that, if I'm any less or this isn't labour I think I'll cry"
But mum just told me not to get my hopes up just in case haha.
At about 3:15am we arrived at the hospital, mum dropped us off at the entrance and parked the car.
Me and Chris went to talk to reception and say we were here, I wasn't going anywhere without mum so Chris snuck out for a cigarette and I stood inside contracting on my own bent over a chair.
I remember seeing a night porter and him just staring at me haha.
Chris came back in and we waited outside the lifts for mum, which was literally next to the reception.
I remember my contractions feeling even closer and having to lean on Chris to cope, who ever so supportively said "why can't you lean on the wall?"
Of course I just hit him and said no way.
Mum came in and we called for the lift.
As soon as the doors opened I felt a huge wave of sickness come. I said "I think I'm gonna be sick" and before we could do anything I threw up right there and then.
The porter and receptionist came running over with one of those cardboard pots and I was sick again. After apologising a lot for my throw up right outside the lift, we got in and went upstairs.
I was sick again in the lift. Not the nicest experience, we had already reached our floor and Chris was having to hold the door open so we didn't go anywhere!
Eventually we got to the ward doors, where we rang the buzzer. I told them my name but as I had just thrown up it was more croaked it. Infact they couldn't even understand me so I had to say it twice.
The second we walked through the doors, I was sick again. The midwife came running down to greet us.
I remember her saying "it's taken you a long time to get here, and I see you've been sick, you poor thing" in her sweetest voice.
On the way round to the examination room, I contracted twice, and that's only a teeny walk. The midwife asked if they have been this close from the start, which they had.
We got in the birthing room and she asked to examine me. I told Chris and mum to stay close to me as I was literally holding on to them to get through the pain.
The midwife checked me as soon as the next contraction passed and I was a good 4cm. I was pleased!
I remember Chris looking at the clock and saying "about another 4 hours I reckon, so about 7am!"
I remember thinking "shut up it's not! I'm not waiting that long in this pain"
As I tested GBS positive at 6 flipping weeks (too early to test in my opinion!) they asked if I wanted the anti biotics. To which I agreed. They told me not to lay back on the bed, even though this was most comfortable, as it wouldn't help baby, but I couldn't move. Eventually I sat up and contracted sitting up on the bed, probably not the best place to be still but never mind.
I also remember feeling super wet down below now, and thinking maybe my waters were leaking. They weren't.
Eventually they got the canular in. Apparently I had bad veins. Usually I have good ones!
Then they connected the drip. At this point the pressure pain was so bad I was begging to use the bath, I promised to keep my hand out the water and wanted to know if I could sit in there with the drip. They said no, but I could use it after the drip as long as I got out for birth, which I agreed.
After 10 minutes Chris noticed that the drip wasn't actually dripping... So Chris grabbed my hand and made it so my fingers pointed down and it worked again. He told me to keep my hand like that so I could get in the bath quicker as it made the drip go faster.
Another 10 minutes later and the drip was done!! I had a new midwife at this point, and she had already run the bath for me. My mum helped me put my bikini top on and I left my pj top on too. We walked round to it, slowly. Chris ran out for a quick cigarette and to sort the parking permit out.
As we were walking round I remember hearing a baby cry, and mum telling me that would be us soon! Great motivation.
We got into the bathroom and I got straight in. Oh my... It was heaven. The midwife asked if it was too warm, and it wasn't. It was perfect. Sooo warm.
The midwife left to grab the gas and air and Chris came back. I literally grabbed his hand as I was about to have another contraction. Even he commented about how nice and warm it was!
The midwife came back and started having a conversation with mum about how she looked familiar and asked if she had other daughters. I was too busy contracting to really pay attention. I was told that I looked uncomfortable because of the way I had my legs, they were like not crossed but both knees bent, legs shut and to the right. I was comfortable!
What felt like 2 contractions later I tried to say I was getting the feeling to push ever so slightly, and my body actually started doing little pushes. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. I was told not to be silly and not to push by my mum, who didn't believe me! Then even my midwife said she doesn't think I'm ready but she will check me anyway.
I laid on my back in the bath and she checked me. At this point I was on the gas and air constantly. The feeling was there.
The midwife checked me and Chris moved to my side (he was at the opposite end!). I left the gas in my mouth and held his hand and my mums hand.
The midwife told me not to push as I was only 8cm. The second she took her fingers out I heard mum say "oh there go your waters!" I didn't feel a thing!
The midwife turned around and said "yeah that is waters!" I just remember being in a lot of pain now, I thrashed about a little without meaning to... A bit like a fish out of water!! During this time I had knocked the mouth piece off the gas and was desperately trying to put it back on.
Now I really need to push, my body took over and I was doing it on my own.
I squeezed mum and Chris' hands.
I was talking between contractions (which were literally on top of each other) telling mum "I've got the ring of fire" and I pushed. I could feel baby's head right there. Next contraction, I felt something come out... And said in my saddest voice "I pooed" I opened my eyes and saw both mum and Chris look, but they told me I haven't and the midwife agreed!
Mum asked if I wanted to take my glasses off, which I shook my head to. Then quickly changed my mind and started tapping them for mum to take them off, which she did. The midwife told me to make sure I breathed normal air too, but I ignored her, next push and out came babies head. The relief!!
Final push and baby came out it was 5:44am after a 3 hour labour and about 5 pushes.
Before baby was even placed on me Chris announced:
"It's a boy! It's a boy babe!"
I was almost crying - "it's a boy mum I've had another boy"
He was placed on my chest and I just stared at him. I felt that instant rush of love. I didn't ever want to let go. He was an absolute spit image of Cameron.
Sadly I had to as the midwife wanted me to deliver the placenta. She drained the water and Chris held our baby.
I was more scared about delivering the placenta, asking if it would hurt.
I had the injection and the midwife told me not to push, she would get it out.
9 minutes passed and out it came.
I asked the midwife if I had torn, she said only a tiny bit and I don't need stitches! No grazes either! I was so happy.
I got out the bath with mums support and we walked back round to our birthing room. I got dressed and Chris and mum had more cuddles.
I got onto the bed and I was told I needed to try and feed him. But he wasn't interested. It took a good 5 minutes for him to latch and he had a good 5 minutes on me.
I just stared at him. So much love.
I told Chris he looked like an Oliver more than an Oscar. So we named him Oliver Edward George. Edward after Chris' dad and George after my grandad.
I asked if we could weigh him and the midwife agreed.
He weighed 7lb 14oz and was 51cm long. His head was 37cm big
Chris got him dressed and I went to the toilet, so happy that it didn't hurt at all.
At 6:30am I rang my dad and told him, who was half asleep. Cameron was fine and had slept through the whole thing.
We also rang my grandparents who were thrilled.
At about 7:30am I was taken to the ward. Mum and Chris were asked to leave and we said our goodbyes until later.
I just stared and stared at Oliver.
So much love for him. It's just amazing.
So glad we stayed team yellow to share that special moment of Chris announcing the sex to me again.
He's utterly perfect.
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