i was due on 8 may 2010 but my baby decided he wanted to make a late entrance. On 12 may,dh took me for a long walk. At 12:10am i started having contractions. Went to hospital at 3:30am. By that time i was 1cm dialated and fully effaced. At 9am i was 2cm and was given pethadine for the pain but that didn't help. I would only fall asleep when i wasn't having contractions.
At 1pm i was 4 cm dialated and the nurse broke my water at 13:20. From then i was crying in pain and couldn't get an epidural because i went to a public hospital. I was given a drip and something to help me relax. I started pushing at 4pm and Liam was born at 16:15 on may 13, weighing 3kg and apgars of 9. He was 5 days overdue. I had to have an episiotomy which i think was the most painful part. Holding my baby for the first time made all the pain vanish. Definitely worth it.
My beautiful little princess was born 12 June via c-section weighing 2.8kg and 46cm long. She is my little bundle of joy! Here is my birth story:
Monday 7 June I woke up at 1h30 the morning with period like pains. Having a feeling it was labour pains I just wanted to make sure it was not BH, so I made myself some panado sip, walked around the house and got into a nice hot bath but when the pains continued in the bath I knew that it was real. We left for hospital and I was put on a monitor and examed internally. At that point I was already 1cm dialated and had a contraction every 9 minutes. My gynea came in at 8h00 that morning and started me on meds to stop the contractions as I was only 35 weeks and she wanted baby to stay inside a little longer. I spent the next 2 days in hospital drinking pills and receiving injections to stop the labour and to mature baby's lungs.
Wednesday morning my contractions stopped and I was sent home with very strict bedrest.
Saturday (36 weeks pregnant)I woke up at 1h30 the morning with serious pains and went to the hospital agian where I was put on a monitor again and examed internally. Still only 1cm dialated and the monitor didn't pick up any contractions (I think it was faulty)but I could FEEL them and the nurse told me that was BH (I wanted to slap her at that point ). They admitted me and monitored me again at 6h30 the morning (pains getting worse)and the needle raving off the charts with my contrations coming on. The nurse went to call the doc again (it was now 7h10) and suprised me with the following words: "Go take a shower, doc is doing a c-section at 8h00". Wow! . From there it was rushing into the shower, preping me for theatre and letting our family know that it was time!
Leah Thomas born at 8h45 that morning and screamed the roof off the hospital . She didn't need to go to ICU and I was soooo happy about it. It was the most amazing experience and being awake during the birth was out of this world ( I was under general with my son). My gynie looked so well after me and I had a really awesome experience.
Today she is two weeks old and I am enjoying her so much.
My birth story goes back to the birth of my son..01 September 2005 (I know this is a while back but I still remember it like it was yesterday and would so love to share it)
I woke up at 2:00 am on the 01/09/05. I had some mild contractions and just assumed it was those braxton hicks acting on me again so I tried to continue sleeping through it all. I woke up about an hour later and they still did not stop so I decided to time them...and they were coming about every few minutes think it was 5 minutes if I recall correctly. I told my husband and MIL that I thought this was it and we all tried to get some rest before we headed to the hospital. I got up at around 7:00 am took a shower and headed to the hospital. The contractions were getting stronger, but I could still walk along and not be in tooo much pain. When I got to the hospital I was checked into my room where I was bathed again (apparently this helps ease the contractions). I did everything trying not to moan too much as Im sure everyone realizes the amount of pain you going through at the time. After my bath my show made an appearance and I was totally clueless of whats next. A little while later the nurse came to pop my water and the warmth went mainly unnoticed by me as the contractions pulled stronger with every minute that past...though I was still dealing with it well. I didnt say much as I reserved my energy for what was yet to come. When the dr showed up I was about 5cm dilated and he checked that all was well with me and baby and then left for a while as everything was up to the dilation now. The nurse stayed put, DH was next to me with patients I never knew he had...he never said a word unless it was to ask if I need anything which he also didnt do to much probably to avoid annoying me haha. When I saw the dr again I was 8cm dilated and I begged him for an epidural and he said it was too late to give it to me now as Im coping very well. I was mad I couldnt imagine why he would leave me in all this pain but I soon forgot that I even asked when the next contraction came along. I gave a little moan and heard the dr say this is it sounds like the baby ready to come out. They did a few things around me non of which I would remember. Then they asked me to push and so I did and pushed some more and more...baby was "stuck" I couldnt anymore I just wanted to lay there. Then the dr said one more push we wil have to do an emergency csec if baby doesnt come out. I pushed dr used vacuum and forceps to assist me and after a burning sensation at my lower bits it was all done. My baby was born at 3:03pm on the 01/09/05. The happiest day of my life
This is my story and I pray for a similar experiance with my next angel.
My little bundle was born on 12 march at 14:07. she was due to be born on the 23 march at (34 weeks) but God had other plans. On wednesday the 10th went for my weekly check up and couldnt walk sit move nothing. As i walked into the doctors office he told me you not going home we are going to deliver. A little upset but had no other choice. Called my husband and told him the news.I was scheduled for friday the 12th at 13:00. Those 2 days in hospital was painful couldnt sleep, walk, nothing. Then on friday had tea at 4 in the morning and waited, husband by my side all the time. nurse came in at 12 to prep me very embarrassing what the nurses have to do but its their job. Then the family arrived and I started to get nervous. I was pushed into theatre and my husband went to go put on his gear. I had to sit up which was so painful it took 2 nurses to help me sit up. Then as i sat up i had to lean forward and arch my back (IMPOSSIBLE) my back was so sore i couldnt do and everytime they tried to put the needle in my back i would jump back after 5 attemps my blood pressure shot up and baby heart beat was slowing down. Next thing i was told that they have to put me out as baby is in danger. I never had a chance to think, felt the pain on been layed down the cold wetness of them putting the catheter in (very painful!!!!) and next thing an injection and by this time im crying my eyes and my husband wasnt with me. as the gas mask came to my face with seconds i was gone. Woke up in the recovery room with 2 nurses by my side - i look at the watch and it was 15:15. I asked where my husband was and my child. they took me up to the ward.I was in so much pain but wasnt allowed any morphine until later the evening so basically had to sit with the pain. my mom came in and said she is beautiful. then my husband came to show me a pic and she was on all these machines to help her breathe, she was bruised as they had a hard time getting her out. and the cord was around her neck twice. my hubby was crying and so was the rest of the family but i didnt get to see her until 10 that evening. everytime i asked the nurses to see my baby they would ignore me. only after threating them i eventually got wheeled in, i couldnt see her face as she had a mask and tubes on, so i could only touch her foot. the next day when the nurse took my catheter out. i got up and went to her immediatly i dont know where i got the strength to get up on my own but when i got to the icu she was screaming as they where taking blood etc from her, i just cried and cried. then the monday i was released from hospital but had to leave her behind. it was a very traumatic experience for me but i would go through it all over again. my angel is now 4 months old and i love her so much. we have learnt to bond with each other as i was afraid she wouldnt want to be close to me, but she proved me wrong.