HockeyWife86
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I cannot believe our little man has been with is for 7 months now! This also means it has taken 7 months for me to write down his birth story!
His was a fast one, which i did not expect at all!!
We had problems throughout the pregnancy with the fact that Mason was not a mover in the womb. I was in the hospital for Non stress tests virtually every second day as i could not feel him kick around. During the pregnancy this was blamed on the fact that i had an anterior placenta and i was tall. Everyone kept telling me that he had a lot of room to move around without me feeling it. I thought differently and also had a inkling that something was off.
Coming up to the at 38+4 i was in again for NST when i asked the midwife what they would do if i went over 40 weeks as i could not do the kick count. She booked me into see the doctor in at 39 weeks who would check me over to see what they thought to do.
At 39 weeks on the thursday the DR check my cervix and i was 3cm dilated and effaced. She did a stretch and sweep and booked me in for an induction for that Monday. She also booked me in for another NST for the Sat.
On Saturday afternoon i cleaned and my husband left to Golf. It was our last weekend before meeting the little man so we planned a movie and dinner date night for that night. He asked if he should cancel golf. I told him to go as it might be the last for a while.
I though to Nap but decided to after i got home and left for the hospital
After my NST, they showed that i was having irregular contractions and that they couldn't register the right feral movement. I was taken to a room for a bedside scan.
The scan showed that he was not moving. The DR on call decided that it was a good idea to break my waters as they didn;t want to risk leaving him any longer. I asked if i should tell my husband to rush back but they said that after they break my waters it could be hours before anything happened. I called my mother to bring my hospital bag when she finished work and for my husband to feed the animals and make his way in when he was finished but not to rush.
About 30min later i was wheeled into a room where they broke my waters. They put an IV into my hand incase nothing progressed and they needed to give me the labour inducing drugs.
Within minutes my contractions (which had been uncomfortable enough to make me wince) increased enough to make me catch my breath and stop talking. I asked for the bouncing ball to rock on. At this time my mum walked in, who has closed shop early incase things progressed quickly. She remarked that my contractions seemed to be coming close and asked how far apart they were. No-one had been timing them.
At the same time i had the need to just sit on the toilet. I made it to the door of the joining bathroom where i braced against the frame for another round of contractions
"Do you feel pressure or the need to push" my midwife asked me
"I'm not sure" i replied. She responded that i would know if that was the case.
My husband burst in at this time having rushed from the golf course just as i started to feel pressure.
Moving to the bed i had the feeling that can only be described as REALLY REALLY needing to pass your bowels. The pain i was ready for. This i was not!
Up until this point i had been riding out the contractions, keeping in my mind that once i reached the peak it would subside and that the pain was temporary. Just breathing through and focusing on riding it out.
When the pressure started to build i lost all concentration. I couldn't focus on riding anything out.
At this point i was on the bed, half laying on my side and on my back. I would feel the contraction mounting but at the same time the pressure would build. I can only describe at as trying to bring myself into the pain whilst at the same time bracing myself against the pressure. I couldn't handle it. I wasn't prepared.
I tried using the gas but found that it only caused to be another element i needed to try and focus on which was too much for me. I pushed it away multiple time. I asked for it back just as many times hoping that i would "figure it out"
At this time we knew that something was not right. Why was i feeling pressure? Only 1 hour had passed from them breaking my waters. The midwife checked and i had progressed to 6cm.
"Do not push" i was urged. "You can get on your hands and knees and do little pushes to ease the pressure"
My hands and knees is the position i got into. Laying on them when everything passed, raising on them again when it all mounted. I was having contractions coming in 3's. It would peak, subside a little, peak higher, subside a little and peak higher still before subsiding fully. At the same time the pressure. I was exhausted already. In between i would collapse on down again, scared of the next set coming.
I started to ask, haha no i BEGGED for an epidural. I couldn't do it anymore. The midwife telling me that i would;t be able to hold still long enough for them to administer an epidural. That i had gotten this far.
I did not care. I wanted relief. I could handle the pain OR the pressure but i couldn't get through the both together.
I started crying and pleading to my mother and my husband. I didn't want to do it anymore. Please.
Transition.
The midwife said she would check to see how much further i had gotten. It was 2.5 hours since they broke my waters.
I turned over half onto my back, clinging to my husbands arm as i had been the whole time while she checked.
"Your not having an epidural, your having your baby" I was 10cm. "The next contraction, push"
All of a sudden the feeling of pain went away. It was only relief and the knowledge that it was over.
3 pushes later and i was holding our baby boy.
2hr55min from when they broke my waters Mason Lee Malloy was born @ 6lb3 48.5cm. Our Tiny but Mighty man
I was lucky with only minor grazing and 3 stitches.
Mason endured feeding issues and rapid weight gain in the first 2 months. He suffers from silent reflux. He was born with no Brown fat on his body and looked at least a month preemie. They have now said that it is possible that my placenta was not functioning at full capacity which would explain why he did not move in the womb and other factors.
At 7 months old he has never stopped moving since entering the world! He is crawling, sitting unassisted (since 5.5 months) and has been supporting his own weight standing for a long time. He pulled himself up on the lounge and EATS. He is on 4x 8oz bottles as well as 3 meals and snacks. He is in the 98th percentile for height but is still slender, though has just reached the 40th percentile of weight!
He is a very happy baby and the light of our lives.
His was a fast one, which i did not expect at all!!
We had problems throughout the pregnancy with the fact that Mason was not a mover in the womb. I was in the hospital for Non stress tests virtually every second day as i could not feel him kick around. During the pregnancy this was blamed on the fact that i had an anterior placenta and i was tall. Everyone kept telling me that he had a lot of room to move around without me feeling it. I thought differently and also had a inkling that something was off.
Coming up to the at 38+4 i was in again for NST when i asked the midwife what they would do if i went over 40 weeks as i could not do the kick count. She booked me into see the doctor in at 39 weeks who would check me over to see what they thought to do.
At 39 weeks on the thursday the DR check my cervix and i was 3cm dilated and effaced. She did a stretch and sweep and booked me in for an induction for that Monday. She also booked me in for another NST for the Sat.
On Saturday afternoon i cleaned and my husband left to Golf. It was our last weekend before meeting the little man so we planned a movie and dinner date night for that night. He asked if he should cancel golf. I told him to go as it might be the last for a while.
I though to Nap but decided to after i got home and left for the hospital
After my NST, they showed that i was having irregular contractions and that they couldn't register the right feral movement. I was taken to a room for a bedside scan.
The scan showed that he was not moving. The DR on call decided that it was a good idea to break my waters as they didn;t want to risk leaving him any longer. I asked if i should tell my husband to rush back but they said that after they break my waters it could be hours before anything happened. I called my mother to bring my hospital bag when she finished work and for my husband to feed the animals and make his way in when he was finished but not to rush.
About 30min later i was wheeled into a room where they broke my waters. They put an IV into my hand incase nothing progressed and they needed to give me the labour inducing drugs.
Within minutes my contractions (which had been uncomfortable enough to make me wince) increased enough to make me catch my breath and stop talking. I asked for the bouncing ball to rock on. At this time my mum walked in, who has closed shop early incase things progressed quickly. She remarked that my contractions seemed to be coming close and asked how far apart they were. No-one had been timing them.
At the same time i had the need to just sit on the toilet. I made it to the door of the joining bathroom where i braced against the frame for another round of contractions
"Do you feel pressure or the need to push" my midwife asked me
"I'm not sure" i replied. She responded that i would know if that was the case.
My husband burst in at this time having rushed from the golf course just as i started to feel pressure.
Moving to the bed i had the feeling that can only be described as REALLY REALLY needing to pass your bowels. The pain i was ready for. This i was not!
Up until this point i had been riding out the contractions, keeping in my mind that once i reached the peak it would subside and that the pain was temporary. Just breathing through and focusing on riding it out.
When the pressure started to build i lost all concentration. I couldn't focus on riding anything out.
At this point i was on the bed, half laying on my side and on my back. I would feel the contraction mounting but at the same time the pressure would build. I can only describe at as trying to bring myself into the pain whilst at the same time bracing myself against the pressure. I couldn't handle it. I wasn't prepared.
I tried using the gas but found that it only caused to be another element i needed to try and focus on which was too much for me. I pushed it away multiple time. I asked for it back just as many times hoping that i would "figure it out"
At this time we knew that something was not right. Why was i feeling pressure? Only 1 hour had passed from them breaking my waters. The midwife checked and i had progressed to 6cm.
"Do not push" i was urged. "You can get on your hands and knees and do little pushes to ease the pressure"
My hands and knees is the position i got into. Laying on them when everything passed, raising on them again when it all mounted. I was having contractions coming in 3's. It would peak, subside a little, peak higher, subside a little and peak higher still before subsiding fully. At the same time the pressure. I was exhausted already. In between i would collapse on down again, scared of the next set coming.
I started to ask, haha no i BEGGED for an epidural. I couldn't do it anymore. The midwife telling me that i would;t be able to hold still long enough for them to administer an epidural. That i had gotten this far.
I did not care. I wanted relief. I could handle the pain OR the pressure but i couldn't get through the both together.
I started crying and pleading to my mother and my husband. I didn't want to do it anymore. Please.
Transition.
The midwife said she would check to see how much further i had gotten. It was 2.5 hours since they broke my waters.
I turned over half onto my back, clinging to my husbands arm as i had been the whole time while she checked.
"Your not having an epidural, your having your baby" I was 10cm. "The next contraction, push"
All of a sudden the feeling of pain went away. It was only relief and the knowledge that it was over.
3 pushes later and i was holding our baby boy.
2hr55min from when they broke my waters Mason Lee Malloy was born @ 6lb3 48.5cm. Our Tiny but Mighty man
I was lucky with only minor grazing and 3 stitches.
Mason endured feeding issues and rapid weight gain in the first 2 months. He suffers from silent reflux. He was born with no Brown fat on his body and looked at least a month preemie. They have now said that it is possible that my placenta was not functioning at full capacity which would explain why he did not move in the womb and other factors.
At 7 months old he has never stopped moving since entering the world! He is crawling, sitting unassisted (since 5.5 months) and has been supporting his own weight standing for a long time. He pulled himself up on the lounge and EATS. He is on 4x 8oz bottles as well as 3 meals and snacks. He is in the 98th percentile for height but is still slender, though has just reached the 40th percentile of weight!
He is a very happy baby and the light of our lives.
