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griffinh
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Sophie Amelia born 12.58am 6th August 2012 @ 39+3, 6lb 4oz!
As you all know, I had two false starts Friday 4th and Saturday 5th. After I was discharged from hospital on Sunday morning, we went for breakfast. Contractions started again every 10 mins but I was so pissed off at the false starts I ignored them lol. Went crazy golf (I won while in labour ) then we went for a 2-3 mile walk. Got home, ate half a pineapple and had 2 slices of chilli pizza that hubs found too hot to eat. Got on the ball and started timing when contractions were 6 mins apart. Kept bouncing til they were 2 mins apart and lasting 2 mins. I still refused to go in having been sent home twice already!
When the tears happened cos the contractions were SO powerful (4.30pm), I had to go in, no choice! Got to the hospital, midwife examined me and during the exam I BEGGED her to tell me I was further than the 3cm I had been on Saturday night - Huzzah! 4.5cm! I was in proper real labour!
I was given the gas and air sucker (oh I want some in my house!) and proceeded for four hours contracting heavily while trying to walk and eat and have gas and air. Four hours later, the new midwife came in for the second exam to see where we were at. I told her no matter where I was, break the waters (as mine hadn't gone yet!) and that would speed it up. I was at 5.5cm and she busted the water bag... now the fun bit!
In the space of 20 mins, I went from 5.5cms to EIGHT cms. Painful was not the bloody word for it. At 11.30pm I started pushing (they mean it when they say you can't help it!) and I got SO tired SO quickly. Three days of barely any sleep then had to push out a baby...!
The midwife checked and there was still a bit of cervix caught around her head, so she helped me while I pushed. I was SO hot, SO tired and SO thirsty from the gas and air, that when hubs told me to push a little harder to get her head round the bend, I told him 'if it's that fucking easy you do it!' hahaha!!
Anyway, just as I got to 1hr30 of pushing and she wanted to put a trace on me and get the doctor in for some assistance as I was getting too tired, I found second wind and pushed harder than I ever thought. Out popped her head!!! In three small pushes and one more big push, Sophie was out!
I couldn't get over how tiny she was - 6lb4! Big blue eyes and lots of dark hair She's feeding well, pooping amazingly and so cute and pretty I can;t get enough of her, so in love it's unreal. Hubs is brilliant with her, changing and feeding and just cuddles any chance he gets! She only whinges when she has her nappy changed cos she hates the cold lol. We were transferred to ward at 4am after an hour of cuddles and I had a shower, then hubs went home. I was discharged from hosp at 3pm Monday afternoon (12 hours later) and have been cooing over our little lovebug ever since!
As you all know, I had two false starts Friday 4th and Saturday 5th. After I was discharged from hospital on Sunday morning, we went for breakfast. Contractions started again every 10 mins but I was so pissed off at the false starts I ignored them lol. Went crazy golf (I won while in labour ) then we went for a 2-3 mile walk. Got home, ate half a pineapple and had 2 slices of chilli pizza that hubs found too hot to eat. Got on the ball and started timing when contractions were 6 mins apart. Kept bouncing til they were 2 mins apart and lasting 2 mins. I still refused to go in having been sent home twice already!
When the tears happened cos the contractions were SO powerful (4.30pm), I had to go in, no choice! Got to the hospital, midwife examined me and during the exam I BEGGED her to tell me I was further than the 3cm I had been on Saturday night - Huzzah! 4.5cm! I was in proper real labour!
I was given the gas and air sucker (oh I want some in my house!) and proceeded for four hours contracting heavily while trying to walk and eat and have gas and air. Four hours later, the new midwife came in for the second exam to see where we were at. I told her no matter where I was, break the waters (as mine hadn't gone yet!) and that would speed it up. I was at 5.5cm and she busted the water bag... now the fun bit!
In the space of 20 mins, I went from 5.5cms to EIGHT cms. Painful was not the bloody word for it. At 11.30pm I started pushing (they mean it when they say you can't help it!) and I got SO tired SO quickly. Three days of barely any sleep then had to push out a baby...!
The midwife checked and there was still a bit of cervix caught around her head, so she helped me while I pushed. I was SO hot, SO tired and SO thirsty from the gas and air, that when hubs told me to push a little harder to get her head round the bend, I told him 'if it's that fucking easy you do it!' hahaha!!
Anyway, just as I got to 1hr30 of pushing and she wanted to put a trace on me and get the doctor in for some assistance as I was getting too tired, I found second wind and pushed harder than I ever thought. Out popped her head!!! In three small pushes and one more big push, Sophie was out!
I couldn't get over how tiny she was - 6lb4! Big blue eyes and lots of dark hair She's feeding well, pooping amazingly and so cute and pretty I can;t get enough of her, so in love it's unreal. Hubs is brilliant with her, changing and feeding and just cuddles any chance he gets! She only whinges when she has her nappy changed cos she hates the cold lol. We were transferred to ward at 4am after an hour of cuddles and I had a shower, then hubs went home. I was discharged from hosp at 3pm Monday afternoon (12 hours later) and have been cooing over our little lovebug ever since!
