DaizyDoll
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Had my boy 2 years ago now
. Terrible labour, waters went at 36 weeks at 6.00am .. went up to the hospital at 8.00am and my contractions strength were over 100 (strong for early labour). 10am and I was 5cm dialated.
Contractions started to slow down by 2-3pm so they put me on the drip at 5pm. From then on I was bed bound, contracting like a mother trucker
.
I was very much a "mute" lady when I was in labour, I don't know why because I scream over a needle. So I was just lying there and wouldn't speak to anyone, I think I was just too concentrated on not "losing it". The pain started to get too much by 7pm and I got a pethedine jab (I apparantly tried to get off the bed and stuck my bum in the air telling them to just "jab me with the drugs"
).
The next part was blurry but I do remember feeling a little less intense and I was sat up on the bed with my OH rubbing my back and my mum wiping my legs with baby wipes to get my patchy fake tan off
. Apparently at this point I was talking a lot of nonsense, talking about a leprechaun who's hiding a key and asking if I could get my hair straightened.
I remember the nurses who were with me all day coming in to tell me they will be swapping over now, I was very upset because I felt really comfortable with a young training nurse who was there. She was pretty much with me a lot of the time and all though she was only doing small things like checking my BP, she made me feel comfortable. She started to get upset because I was upset and told me if she never had to take the dogs out who've been in the house all day she'd have stayed. The new nurses came in and one of them was quite hostile and I started yelling at them that I didn't want them
(I'm really not like that so I was pretty embarrassed when I remembered this).
The constant contracting continued for a few hours & the nurses coming in & out to see if I was ready to push.
By 8-9pm I was really fed up and I was contracting almost constantly. I started to feel really poorly by this point, not just in pain but majorly weak and faint. I don't exactly remember what happened with the pushing, If I told them I was ready to/If I just started doing it/If I was instructed to.
I started pushing around 9pm. I was pushing for around 40 minutes and I wasn't getting anywhere so the nurse stopped me. I stopped for around 10 minutes but continued to push. A doctor arrived by 10pmish and didn't do much apart from "watch" for 10 minutes. My mum told me that I really needed to give out strong pushes because every time I pushed the crown of babys head would show and after the contraction "go back in".
I was really not with it at this point, I remember it quite well, especially the feeling of total and utter weakness and exhaustion. I was pushing but getting no where, started to lose it and started crying because I knew at this point there was no way my body was able to get this baby out.
Question....
This is where I'm unsure why I never got an emergency C-section. Babies heart rate was dropping quite fast, they were talking (the nurses, my mum and doctor) and a C-section was discussed. The doctor said the baby was too far down for that. Now, I can see why that would be a problem but I have known for people to have an EMG C/S when in pushing stage and at this point it was very dangerous (with babys h/r dropping). Is it really dangerous to get a C-Section at this stage?
Anyway, the doctor gave me 2 cuts, I remember him saying "I'm going to make 2 small cuts now is that ok?" and I was fine with it and I didn't feel anything when he cut me. Being cut was one of my biggest fears, although I wasn't really glad I never felt anything, at this point I don't think any form of pain would have phased me with what I was feeling.
The doctor delivered my baby by ventouse at 11.01pm. He pulled out his head (which again, I didn't think was painful) and then I pushed out his body. His cord was wrapped around his neck twice, they cut it away and gave me baby for the whole of 5 seconds. A baby doctor was waiting in the corridor for around 20 minutes for him to arrive (b/c of his heart rate dropping) so they took my baby away. While he was away I gave birth to the placenta, which was kinda weird seeing it (although I only got a glimpse of it being thrown into a bowl lol).
I was distressed asking for my baby, if he was ok etc. He had been gone for only a minute or two but each second I was getting really distressed. My mum (who had been clam throughout everything) was asking how the baby is, if she could go into the room he's at etc. A minute more passes and the midwife brings my little baby in, wrapped in a towel and tells me I have a "beautiful, healthy boy who wants to see his mammy". We all burst into tears of joy & I get to properly hold him while the doctor is stitching me up.
I remember the training nurse told me that with my baby being premature he will have vernix on his skin which is like a white liquid. She told me to feel it because it's the most softest thing I'd ever feel. I remember holding him and yes he did have a lot of vernix on him, I was rubbing his hands and belly and the vernix was indeed the most soft, weirdest thing I've ever felt. It looks quite thick and waxy but when feeling it, is the total opposite.
They weighed him, he was a healthy 6lb0 which is brilliant for him being a month early. The stitching up process was painful and lasted 40 minutes, mum & OH had a hold of the baby.
It was around 12am and I wanted to get some sleep, the nurses told me I needed to shower before going onto the maternity ward. I told them there was no way I had the energy to do that (this is whilst I am almost asleep). They weren't taking no for an answer, they told me I had stitched and I needed to protect myself against infection. Of course, they're motives where good but at the time I didn't care less, I wanted sleep and rest. They wheeled me to the shower room, one nurse undressed me and then sat me in the shower seat. She left and I had to turn the thing on myself, it was cold and I couldn't get it to warm up .. I started shouting for them and as I was shouting the sound of my voice and shower was becoming really faint an echoey. My vision was blurry so I literally crawled over to the wheel chair (naked
) and pulled the emergency puller. (IMO, I should not have been left on my own, they could have even asked my mum to come but she presumed they'd stay with me). I remember being rushed down the corridor and then remember lying back on the bed with an oxygen mask on and my mum and OH crying and upset. I had fainted due to no oxygen reaching my brain, I was anemic anyway and the blood loss from labour would have made it drastically worse.
My mum said to me a while after giving birth that she really thought she'd lost me when she seen my lifeless body in the wheelchair and the alarms going off. It must have been awful for her and OH, much worse for them than it was for me as I don't remember much.
I got 4 blood transfusions over 2 days and felt a lot better, baby had to get a canular put in because I had Strep B (which wasn't found out until after I gave birth). Baby had to go special care because his jaundice was getting bad and we spent 5 days in there, I was discharged but they had rooms on the ward for parents so I stayed with him and when he was off the billy bed he was in the room with me which was one of my best memories from the whole birth and hosptial stay.
We are both fine now, I have some anxiety problems since giving birth but that's about it.
Also, 3 weeks after having baby one of my midwives who followed my whole pregnancy but missed the birth, popped in to see him. I filled up when along with her was the young training nurse who asked if she could come and see me and the baby (as she had to go home a couple of hours before I had him but was there during most my labour). How sweet is that
!
I'd like to hear your birth stories, especially ventouse delivery ones as I don't know anyone else who had one.

Contractions started to slow down by 2-3pm so they put me on the drip at 5pm. From then on I was bed bound, contracting like a mother trucker

I was very much a "mute" lady when I was in labour, I don't know why because I scream over a needle. So I was just lying there and wouldn't speak to anyone, I think I was just too concentrated on not "losing it". The pain started to get too much by 7pm and I got a pethedine jab (I apparantly tried to get off the bed and stuck my bum in the air telling them to just "jab me with the drugs"

The next part was blurry but I do remember feeling a little less intense and I was sat up on the bed with my OH rubbing my back and my mum wiping my legs with baby wipes to get my patchy fake tan off

I remember the nurses who were with me all day coming in to tell me they will be swapping over now, I was very upset because I felt really comfortable with a young training nurse who was there. She was pretty much with me a lot of the time and all though she was only doing small things like checking my BP, she made me feel comfortable. She started to get upset because I was upset and told me if she never had to take the dogs out who've been in the house all day she'd have stayed. The new nurses came in and one of them was quite hostile and I started yelling at them that I didn't want them

The constant contracting continued for a few hours & the nurses coming in & out to see if I was ready to push.
By 8-9pm I was really fed up and I was contracting almost constantly. I started to feel really poorly by this point, not just in pain but majorly weak and faint. I don't exactly remember what happened with the pushing, If I told them I was ready to/If I just started doing it/If I was instructed to.
I started pushing around 9pm. I was pushing for around 40 minutes and I wasn't getting anywhere so the nurse stopped me. I stopped for around 10 minutes but continued to push. A doctor arrived by 10pmish and didn't do much apart from "watch" for 10 minutes. My mum told me that I really needed to give out strong pushes because every time I pushed the crown of babys head would show and after the contraction "go back in".
I was really not with it at this point, I remember it quite well, especially the feeling of total and utter weakness and exhaustion. I was pushing but getting no where, started to lose it and started crying because I knew at this point there was no way my body was able to get this baby out.
Question....
This is where I'm unsure why I never got an emergency C-section. Babies heart rate was dropping quite fast, they were talking (the nurses, my mum and doctor) and a C-section was discussed. The doctor said the baby was too far down for that. Now, I can see why that would be a problem but I have known for people to have an EMG C/S when in pushing stage and at this point it was very dangerous (with babys h/r dropping). Is it really dangerous to get a C-Section at this stage?
Anyway, the doctor gave me 2 cuts, I remember him saying "I'm going to make 2 small cuts now is that ok?" and I was fine with it and I didn't feel anything when he cut me. Being cut was one of my biggest fears, although I wasn't really glad I never felt anything, at this point I don't think any form of pain would have phased me with what I was feeling.
The doctor delivered my baby by ventouse at 11.01pm. He pulled out his head (which again, I didn't think was painful) and then I pushed out his body. His cord was wrapped around his neck twice, they cut it away and gave me baby for the whole of 5 seconds. A baby doctor was waiting in the corridor for around 20 minutes for him to arrive (b/c of his heart rate dropping) so they took my baby away. While he was away I gave birth to the placenta, which was kinda weird seeing it (although I only got a glimpse of it being thrown into a bowl lol).
I was distressed asking for my baby, if he was ok etc. He had been gone for only a minute or two but each second I was getting really distressed. My mum (who had been clam throughout everything) was asking how the baby is, if she could go into the room he's at etc. A minute more passes and the midwife brings my little baby in, wrapped in a towel and tells me I have a "beautiful, healthy boy who wants to see his mammy". We all burst into tears of joy & I get to properly hold him while the doctor is stitching me up.
I remember the training nurse told me that with my baby being premature he will have vernix on his skin which is like a white liquid. She told me to feel it because it's the most softest thing I'd ever feel. I remember holding him and yes he did have a lot of vernix on him, I was rubbing his hands and belly and the vernix was indeed the most soft, weirdest thing I've ever felt. It looks quite thick and waxy but when feeling it, is the total opposite.
They weighed him, he was a healthy 6lb0 which is brilliant for him being a month early. The stitching up process was painful and lasted 40 minutes, mum & OH had a hold of the baby.
It was around 12am and I wanted to get some sleep, the nurses told me I needed to shower before going onto the maternity ward. I told them there was no way I had the energy to do that (this is whilst I am almost asleep). They weren't taking no for an answer, they told me I had stitched and I needed to protect myself against infection. Of course, they're motives where good but at the time I didn't care less, I wanted sleep and rest. They wheeled me to the shower room, one nurse undressed me and then sat me in the shower seat. She left and I had to turn the thing on myself, it was cold and I couldn't get it to warm up .. I started shouting for them and as I was shouting the sound of my voice and shower was becoming really faint an echoey. My vision was blurry so I literally crawled over to the wheel chair (naked

My mum said to me a while after giving birth that she really thought she'd lost me when she seen my lifeless body in the wheelchair and the alarms going off. It must have been awful for her and OH, much worse for them than it was for me as I don't remember much.
I got 4 blood transfusions over 2 days and felt a lot better, baby had to get a canular put in because I had Strep B (which wasn't found out until after I gave birth). Baby had to go special care because his jaundice was getting bad and we spent 5 days in there, I was discharged but they had rooms on the ward for parents so I stayed with him and when he was off the billy bed he was in the room with me which was one of my best memories from the whole birth and hosptial stay.
We are both fine now, I have some anxiety problems since giving birth but that's about it.
Also, 3 weeks after having baby one of my midwives who followed my whole pregnancy but missed the birth, popped in to see him. I filled up when along with her was the young training nurse who asked if she could come and see me and the baby (as she had to go home a couple of hours before I had him but was there during most my labour). How sweet is that

I'd like to hear your birth stories, especially ventouse delivery ones as I don't know anyone else who had one.