My due date, 20th September 2018, came and went. Big B arrived six years ago at 41+5 Weeks, so it came as no real surprise that I was overdue again (despite friends, family and professionals thinking I’d be early!) I started to second-guess every single ache or twinge after 40 weeks, but there were no signs of labour. I was bouncing on the birthing ball regularly and ate a vindaloo among other labour-inducing myths, but it started nothing. This baby had set up camp and wasn’t moving without a fight!
Last Antenatal Appointments & Failed Sweeps
At 40+4 weeks, I had a failed sweep at my checkup with the midwife. My cervix hadn’t come forward enough yet for her to reach properly, despite the fact baby had been head down for months and she could feel around it. My body just wasn’t quite ready to give birth! She made an appointment for a
…this time, she had concerns about his heartbeat
Crying is how I deal with things, so how I held it together while I got dressed and left the room, I don’t know. I burst into tears on the phone to my husband when I explained what was
Going to the hospital
On the morning of 2nd October, I rang the hospital as advised, to check when I should come in for my induction. The midwife I spoke to informed me that if I was low-risk (which I was), they’d be able to offer me an outpatient induction; I’d be given the pessary, sent home and come back in 24hrs (or sooner if it worked and I started contracting.) That was news to me, as I thought I’d be staying in hospital waiting around, which I didn’t want to do if I could avoid it.
I took my hospital bags just in case though; and it’s a good thing I
We got to the hospital at
I started to get a little emotional as I just wanted our baby to be okay and I was anxious about the unknown. Everything was pointing towards having a caesarean, which I had wanted to avoid if possible. The midwives and all the medical staff who saw us were lovely, but every time one particular midwife came to look at my trace, she’d shake her head and tell me, “This is really not good”, in the most
I was essentially tethered to the bed because of the IV and the CTG machine that was monitoring us both and started to get constant backache, which would ease on the odd occasion where I was allowed to move around.
I’d wanted a relaxing labour and a water birth in the Birth Centre which was looking less and less likely as time went on
A delivery suite became available at
My blood pressure had come down and baby’s heartbeat was levelling out, slowly but surely. It seemed like he was most comfortable when I was on my back, which was, of course, the most uncomfortable position for me, because of the backache! Another doctor came along 45 minutes later and he tried to break my waters, but he was unsuccessful as I was only 1cm dilated.
Slowly but surely, the pain in my back started to get worse and I realised it was contractions I’d been having this whole time. That was where they started with Big B too, so I suppose I should have known, but they really were nothing more than backache at first. There’s no doubt that the pessary (and the failed breaking of my waters) accelerated my labour though!
A few midwives came in over the next few hours, but no one seemed to confirm I was having contractions, as I’d had the pessary in for hardly any time at all. They had no concerns nor did they want to examine me at this point. The doctor I saw said hopefully we’d see
It was now around 6:30pm and I hadn’t eaten since before arriving at the hospital that the morning, so my husband went to get us both some dinner, as I was finally allowed to eat! He came back with a sandwich, crisps and a millionaires shortbread. I had half a sandwich and a few crisps, but they didn’t stay down for long either.
I spent most of my time perched sitting on the side of the bed and rotating my hips constantly. I hadn’t done any hypnobirthing classes or courses, but I’d picked up a few techniques from others over time and remembered the breathing I did during early labour with my
I was becoming more and more uncomfortable though, so I asked her if I could have gas and air, to which she laughed
It was now
I accepted her offer of
Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure if it was a baby or a poo, but something felt like it needed to come out!
20 minutes later, I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, circling my hips, when I realised things felt different. It felt like I needed to push. Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure if it was a baby or a poo, but something felt like it needed to come out! With Big B six years earlier, I’d already had an epidural by this point, so I didn’t know just how strong contractions could get towards the end nor did I know what it felt like when you needed to push.
We were alone in the delivery suite, so I asked my husband to get the midwife and let her know how I was feeling. He was quite nonchalant about it, as was the midwife; and I don’t blame them, as I’d only had contractions for a few hours. I was quiet. I wasn’t screaming or complaining. She finished her paperwork and came in a few minutes later to examine me. As I stood up to sit on the bed, there was an almighty gush and my waters broke all over the floor!
It released some pressure, but now it felt like baby’s head was so low down I couldn’t close my legs or move. I had been so focused and in control of my body, but I felt like I lost that a bit at that moment, as I knew he was coming and I wasn’t prepared for it to be happening at this point.
The midwife told me I had to get on the bed, but I kept telling her I couldn’t do it. I could hear the urgency in her voice and my husband’s too and I somehow go myself onto the bed on all fours. I don’t remember it, but I’m told it was at this point, she hit an emergency button and shouted for a delivery pack. I got myself on to my back and my husband told me they could see our boy’s head and he had lots of hair. I couldn’t believe he was suddenly almost here!
I was pushing for just a few minutes and then at
I had lovely cuddles with my baby and quite frankly got off my tits on gas and air while she stitched me up, in places I didn’t know you could tear or graze, to be quite honest. That first wee did sting like a bitch, but the long hot shower I had after was the best, especially as I’d never been allowed a shower the first time around with my epidural with Big B! My husband fed me the millionaires shortbread I’d not got around to eating earlier, while I squeezed my warm, little, wrinkly
I had tea and toast, while Ashley settled us for the night and went home to get some sleep himself. I didn’t sleep a wink that night, even though I could have; I just stared at Little B and cuddled him until the morning!