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Robyn Jamie was born on the 20th of November by emergency c section.
I had a slow leak for weeks which they tried and failed to induce me for at 39 weeks. My waters spontaneously ruptured on the 17th November (40 + 5) I went in for another induction on the 18th. Another two pessarys failed to dilate me and I went onto delivery suite to have the hormone drip.
I had an epidural placed and the drip commenced around 10:30pm.
The midwife seemed to be watching my trace a lot more closely than any other midwife had done before, which made me anxious. When I asked if everything was ok she said that the babies heartbeat had a small dip every time I had a contraction, but it came back up again. It was dipping to around 105 (the lowest they like it is 110) she had a dr come in twice to check the trace, both times the dr said it was fine but I knew there was something that I wasn't being told.
All of a sudden an alarm started going off on the trace machine, the midwife slammed onto an alarm on the wall and 6 or 7 people all came running into the room at once. My memory of this bit is a little hazy but I remember looking at the trace and the heartbeat was at 60 and not rising. There was a lot of shouting and they were putting up the sides on my bed and starting to rush me out of the room. My husband started to follow and they shouted that he wasn't allowed to come. I remember them shouting that they had to get the baby out. At the same time as this I had someone examining me and an oxygen mask being held onto my face.
They ran me into theatre where there were at least 16 people all rushing around at nice, they got my me onto the table by lifting the sheet (just like on casualty!!) they attached another monitor, made me swallow a shot of stuff and held the mask on my face. The anthetist explained I was being put to sleep. I have never felt more frightened in my entire life and I was convinced then that me or my baby would die.
The alarm on the trace suddenly stopped, I heard the surgeon announce the fetal heart rate was rising and everything suddenly calmed down. The oxygen mask was taken off my face and the nurse stopped holding his fingers on my throat. They explained that I was a grade 1 emergency section (get the baby out immediately) but since the fetal heart rate was rising I had been changed to a grade 2 ( get baby out within half an hour). My husband was brought in in scrubs and they put the maximum epidural meds through. The section was still fast paced and very violent and when she came out she wasn't breathing for herself and had an apgar of 2. They got her out in 3 mins and 8 seconds from the first incision. Once she was out everything calmed again and they were chatting to me while sewing me up. I didn't hear Robyn cry for what seemed like an eternity and there was lots of whispering and rushing from where they had taken her. Once she was breathing for herself my husband was allowed to bring her to see me. I can't describe the feeling of relief. They later admitted to me it was touch and go when she was first out, she had the cord wrapped around her back twice, her neck and her arm.
I still feel shocked from her entrance to the world and have been offered post traumatic stress counselling from the hospital, as has my husband. We're going to try and put it behind us now, she's here and safe and happy, I now truly believe in miracles.
Thank you for all the support I've received in third tri, I wish you all safe deliveries.
Photos to follow
I had a slow leak for weeks which they tried and failed to induce me for at 39 weeks. My waters spontaneously ruptured on the 17th November (40 + 5) I went in for another induction on the 18th. Another two pessarys failed to dilate me and I went onto delivery suite to have the hormone drip.
I had an epidural placed and the drip commenced around 10:30pm.
The midwife seemed to be watching my trace a lot more closely than any other midwife had done before, which made me anxious. When I asked if everything was ok she said that the babies heartbeat had a small dip every time I had a contraction, but it came back up again. It was dipping to around 105 (the lowest they like it is 110) she had a dr come in twice to check the trace, both times the dr said it was fine but I knew there was something that I wasn't being told.
All of a sudden an alarm started going off on the trace machine, the midwife slammed onto an alarm on the wall and 6 or 7 people all came running into the room at once. My memory of this bit is a little hazy but I remember looking at the trace and the heartbeat was at 60 and not rising. There was a lot of shouting and they were putting up the sides on my bed and starting to rush me out of the room. My husband started to follow and they shouted that he wasn't allowed to come. I remember them shouting that they had to get the baby out. At the same time as this I had someone examining me and an oxygen mask being held onto my face.
They ran me into theatre where there were at least 16 people all rushing around at nice, they got my me onto the table by lifting the sheet (just like on casualty!!) they attached another monitor, made me swallow a shot of stuff and held the mask on my face. The anthetist explained I was being put to sleep. I have never felt more frightened in my entire life and I was convinced then that me or my baby would die.
The alarm on the trace suddenly stopped, I heard the surgeon announce the fetal heart rate was rising and everything suddenly calmed down. The oxygen mask was taken off my face and the nurse stopped holding his fingers on my throat. They explained that I was a grade 1 emergency section (get the baby out immediately) but since the fetal heart rate was rising I had been changed to a grade 2 ( get baby out within half an hour). My husband was brought in in scrubs and they put the maximum epidural meds through. The section was still fast paced and very violent and when she came out she wasn't breathing for herself and had an apgar of 2. They got her out in 3 mins and 8 seconds from the first incision. Once she was out everything calmed again and they were chatting to me while sewing me up. I didn't hear Robyn cry for what seemed like an eternity and there was lots of whispering and rushing from where they had taken her. Once she was breathing for herself my husband was allowed to bring her to see me. I can't describe the feeling of relief. They later admitted to me it was touch and go when she was first out, she had the cord wrapped around her back twice, her neck and her arm.
I still feel shocked from her entrance to the world and have been offered post traumatic stress counselling from the hospital, as has my husband. We're going to try and put it behind us now, she's here and safe and happy, I now truly believe in miracles.
Thank you for all the support I've received in third tri, I wish you all safe deliveries.
Photos to follow
Beautiful children! Congratulations to u and your family!
