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After a traumatic labour and delivery with my daughter in 2013 I was offered an elective section this time round, which I gladly agreed to!
I was due 4th of September but given date for section of 28th August. I was all organised (OCD kicked in big time). I had bags packed for baby, me, my sister who was birthing partner. I also had my daughters changing bag ready incase she had to go to my mums for whatever reason, along with a little bag for hubby. Overkill I know, but I'm glad I did.
At my 38 week check I realised I hadn't had my whooping cough vac so booked to have it two days later with the hope it would do some good as I planned to breastfeed. Two days later I was getting ready to leave when I realised I was a little wet. I told my husband about it and he just giggled that I had peed myself. Feeling silly I waddled off to my appointment got my jag and left. On my way home I phoned my mum to tell her about it and decided to keep a good eye as I just had a feeling about it.
A few hours later we went out a walk to see our friends new baby, and on standing up after half hour later I felt a gush and was soaked. Quick phone call to triage, my mum and sister (had to rope my little sister in as my other I sister was still on holiday at the time!!) and I as off to hospital. I arrived there at 8pm, midwife took one look at my pad and got the consultant down within half hour. After usual bloods, lots of chat, some Ranitadine, a fight with ted stockings and some contractions I was in theatre about to have my baby.
The theatre was calm. There was some silly music on the radio, a very bubbly consultant, a lovely midwife and my sister which was perfect. My beautiful baby boy was born at 00:10 on 25/08/2015 weighing 6lb. I was able to hold him right after he was checked. I was taken to recovery for an hour where I spent it learning how to breastfeed and chatting with my little sister (who at 17 did really well helping me) I went to the ward next and in to the care of really lovely staff.
I spent one night there and was discharged home with my new baby boy. I managed to walk around well, shower, eat, drink and poo (sorry, but a big deal) so they were happy to let me go home.
A week in we are still in the happy new born bubble. My toddler loves him, and it makes my heart burst with pride every time she tells him 'it's ok' when he cries, or how she runs over with his milk (he is bottle fed expressed breast milk) I know we will have our hard days but so far it is amazing. It is so different that the experience we had with our daughter.
I'm glad I opted for a section this time. I'm happy with my two beautiful children so won't be having any more likely. But we finished on a positive note so it makes it all the better.
Thanks for reading
I was due 4th of September but given date for section of 28th August. I was all organised (OCD kicked in big time). I had bags packed for baby, me, my sister who was birthing partner. I also had my daughters changing bag ready incase she had to go to my mums for whatever reason, along with a little bag for hubby. Overkill I know, but I'm glad I did.
At my 38 week check I realised I hadn't had my whooping cough vac so booked to have it two days later with the hope it would do some good as I planned to breastfeed. Two days later I was getting ready to leave when I realised I was a little wet. I told my husband about it and he just giggled that I had peed myself. Feeling silly I waddled off to my appointment got my jag and left. On my way home I phoned my mum to tell her about it and decided to keep a good eye as I just had a feeling about it.
A few hours later we went out a walk to see our friends new baby, and on standing up after half hour later I felt a gush and was soaked. Quick phone call to triage, my mum and sister (had to rope my little sister in as my other I sister was still on holiday at the time!!) and I as off to hospital. I arrived there at 8pm, midwife took one look at my pad and got the consultant down within half hour. After usual bloods, lots of chat, some Ranitadine, a fight with ted stockings and some contractions I was in theatre about to have my baby.
The theatre was calm. There was some silly music on the radio, a very bubbly consultant, a lovely midwife and my sister which was perfect. My beautiful baby boy was born at 00:10 on 25/08/2015 weighing 6lb. I was able to hold him right after he was checked. I was taken to recovery for an hour where I spent it learning how to breastfeed and chatting with my little sister (who at 17 did really well helping me) I went to the ward next and in to the care of really lovely staff.
I spent one night there and was discharged home with my new baby boy. I managed to walk around well, shower, eat, drink and poo (sorry, but a big deal) so they were happy to let me go home.
A week in we are still in the happy new born bubble. My toddler loves him, and it makes my heart burst with pride every time she tells him 'it's ok' when he cries, or how she runs over with his milk (he is bottle fed expressed breast milk) I know we will have our hard days but so far it is amazing. It is so different that the experience we had with our daughter.
I'm glad I opted for a section this time. I'm happy with my two beautiful children so won't be having any more likely. But we finished on a positive note so it makes it all the better.
Thanks for reading
