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I had my gorgeous son 4 months ago. During my pregnancy I had gestational diabetes and was carrying too much fluid. Due to this I was induced at 37 weeks gestation. I had my first pessary on the Tuesday at 6.30pm, the contractions started at 3am and came on really strong. On the Wednesday lunchtime the contractions were getting stronger but I wasn't dialating.
At about 3.30pm I was taken down to the delivery suite and had my waters broken. By 5pm the contractions were really painful and were coming every couple of minutes and the gas and air was sending me funny, I was begging for the epidural by 6pm... The anethasist came to do my epidural and put it too far into my spine and I was leaking spinal fluid, the epidural had failed and I had to have another one.
After about 20 minutes I was completely pain free and it was brilliant. By midnight I was getting the urge to push even though the midwife said it wasn't time yet. Eventually she let me push, I was pushing and pushing but my little man just wouldn't come out. He was back to back and I just couldn't get him out. I'd been pushing and pushing and pushing and it got to 4am. I was exhausted and really worried because it had been so long. I had also started to feel the contractions strongly again even though I had a button thing for the epidural.
Just after 4am the doctor came in and said that I would need to deliver the baby by forceps as it wasn't likely I was going to deliver him myself. By this point I didn't care how he got out, I just wanted him out safely. I needed to have an epesiotomy. Quite a few midwives/doctors were in the room at this point, some of them were preparing to take me down for an emergency c-section. When it came to have my epesiotomy I felt the doctor cut me. It wasn't pleasant and I can still remember how it felt.
Then my gorgeous baby boy was delivered. He was perfect in every single way. I had planned to breast feed but they wanted me to feed him almost straight away and I was in no fit state to feed him myself so he was bottle fed by my mum. Then I was stitched up. Thomas was delivered at 4.41am and me and my OH were allowed to stay in the delivery room until around 8am. Then I was made to have a shower despite not being able to walk and I'd not eaten or slept for well over 24 hours.
When I was put on the ward OH had to go home. I tried to get some sleep but the nurse kept waking me up for various things. Because of the spinal fluid leaking I had a terrible headache and was unable to move my neck.
Everyone that has asked me about my labour seems to have had relatively straight forward labours and doesn't seem to understand how tough it was for me. One of my friends even called me soft for having an epidural!
Looking back now 4 months on, I have tried to block most of it out but it really upsets me thinking about it and all my friends that have children seem to think I'm over eggadurating.
It has really put me off having more children because I'm petrified of the same thing happening. I don't let on to people but my birth experience haunts me. I have bad dreams about it all of the time.
I guess I'm just looking to see if anyone else had a tough labour and if they felt the same, and how you managed to get through it and did you go on to have any more kids?
The midwife said that if I choose to have any more children in the future I will be offered a c-section because I had a traumatic birth.
I wouldn't change my son for the world and I would go through it for him all over again if I had too.
At about 3.30pm I was taken down to the delivery suite and had my waters broken. By 5pm the contractions were really painful and were coming every couple of minutes and the gas and air was sending me funny, I was begging for the epidural by 6pm... The anethasist came to do my epidural and put it too far into my spine and I was leaking spinal fluid, the epidural had failed and I had to have another one.
After about 20 minutes I was completely pain free and it was brilliant. By midnight I was getting the urge to push even though the midwife said it wasn't time yet. Eventually she let me push, I was pushing and pushing but my little man just wouldn't come out. He was back to back and I just couldn't get him out. I'd been pushing and pushing and pushing and it got to 4am. I was exhausted and really worried because it had been so long. I had also started to feel the contractions strongly again even though I had a button thing for the epidural.
Just after 4am the doctor came in and said that I would need to deliver the baby by forceps as it wasn't likely I was going to deliver him myself. By this point I didn't care how he got out, I just wanted him out safely. I needed to have an epesiotomy. Quite a few midwives/doctors were in the room at this point, some of them were preparing to take me down for an emergency c-section. When it came to have my epesiotomy I felt the doctor cut me. It wasn't pleasant and I can still remember how it felt.
Then my gorgeous baby boy was delivered. He was perfect in every single way. I had planned to breast feed but they wanted me to feed him almost straight away and I was in no fit state to feed him myself so he was bottle fed by my mum. Then I was stitched up. Thomas was delivered at 4.41am and me and my OH were allowed to stay in the delivery room until around 8am. Then I was made to have a shower despite not being able to walk and I'd not eaten or slept for well over 24 hours.
When I was put on the ward OH had to go home. I tried to get some sleep but the nurse kept waking me up for various things. Because of the spinal fluid leaking I had a terrible headache and was unable to move my neck.
Everyone that has asked me about my labour seems to have had relatively straight forward labours and doesn't seem to understand how tough it was for me. One of my friends even called me soft for having an epidural!
Looking back now 4 months on, I have tried to block most of it out but it really upsets me thinking about it and all my friends that have children seem to think I'm over eggadurating.
It has really put me off having more children because I'm petrified of the same thing happening. I don't let on to people but my birth experience haunts me. I have bad dreams about it all of the time.
I guess I'm just looking to see if anyone else had a tough labour and if they felt the same, and how you managed to get through it and did you go on to have any more kids?
The midwife said that if I choose to have any more children in the future I will be offered a c-section because I had a traumatic birth.
I wouldn't change my son for the world and I would go through it for him all over again if I had too.