The Birth Story Part One…
We were collected by my Dad and loaded all our bags into the car, and as my parents were taking Izzy for duration her bed and some belongings were also packed. Two minutes later we were at the hospital and off we went. I waddled with my pillows and Steve brought everything else and having promptly forgotten we were meant to go to Ward 9, we went to the delivery suite. We were then pointed to the right direction and shown a bed in a lovely room with a lovely view of Stafford and the rising sun. Steve promptly got his camera out and was just set up when we were told as they were so busy we were to go back to the Delivery suite as they’d be able to see us faster there!
So back we trundled and were shown a not so nice room with a view of air vents and we settled down to wait. It was about this point I realised I was having some tightenings and pressure down below, nothing painful at all, just made me go ‘ooh’ a little. Having done a urine sample and had my blood pressure taken I was put on the trace machine to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. Sure enough, my uterus was beginning to slowly contract and we could watch it all happen on the monitor!! A midewife then came in to ask whether we wanted to go ahead with the induction or leave it to see what would happen naturally and if nothing, come back in on Friday. My cervix was checked (internal number 1) and was ‘unfavourable’ still. As we knew inductions could take an age to kick off and we were all geared up for then and now, and I was so uncomfortable at nights and not sleeping well we decided to go ahead with it so the prostin gel was prescribed and after internal number 2, inserted.
|Waiting for things to happen…..|
I had to remain on the trace machine for another half an hour and with no undue issues, it was just a case of waiting. We trundled along to the canteen for toast and tea (me) and fried bread and sausages (Steve) and then we both managed to nap for a while before lunch. Then as it was a beautiful day we went to take a wander outside as walking about could help start things off.
Sure enough, around 12.00 I began with contractions. Not too terrible but they made me hold my breath and not really like them!! I tried hard to remember breathing exercises, in through the nose and out through the mouth but it was difficult.
We told the midwife what had happened and I was put on the trace machine again to monitor them whilst they decided whehter to go ahead with a second applicaiton of prostin gel or not. Having looked at the trace after a while, the midwife went to get a Doctor as when I was peaking, it showed the baby having distress and they wanted to check this out. So the doctor wanted to see whether he could burst my waters to encourage the process along. (Internal number 3). To be honest, things were hurting at this point and I just sensed somethings were unsettling the midwife but Steve was trying to be as positive as possible, possibly too positive.
I was asked to put my hands under my bottom to help raise my ‘bits’ up enough for the doctor to access my waters, and he noted I was 1cm dilated at this point. He took his hook and I could feel the tugging and pulling within, it was horribly uncomfortable and even though I was doing my utmost to relax, he was taking ages and tugging and pulling a lot more than I’d ever seen on ‘One Born Every Minute’. He turned to the midwife and said that he didn’t think that there were any waters to break and he thought they’d gone already. Where to remains a mystery. I’ve not had a conclusive answer on that one.
They then disappeared and the midwife returned to say that they were transferring me to a labour room as they wanted to have another look (internal number 4) and they thought some gas and air would help me relax enough for the Dr to have a proper look.
By this point, contractions were coming thicker and harder and more painful than i’d ever imagined. I know inducted contractions are more painful as they’re forced rather than natural but they were making me writhe on the bed and feel terribly hot. I had to use a cardboard vomit bowl to fan myself with as I couldn’t bear the heat and was coming out in a sweat.
The midwife came back and as she was explaining how I’d be moved (they had a wheelchair) I felt something slimy and gushy coming out, which I told her and she had a look. She wasn’t sure what it was (!) but I heard the word ‘meconium’ which I know isn’t a good one. They sat me on a pad on the wheelchair and pushed me off pretty quickly. Steve was left to gather up all the bags and follow on but he took a couple of trips to sort it and by this time, i was in a room on my own on a bed and sucking on the gas and air (he managed to bring some items which weren’t even ours and forget my shoes!)
I wasn’t sure what I made of it. I didn’t think it helped terribly much, it was more of a focus from the pain, rather than pain relief unless you started it early enough in the contraction which sometimes I didn’t as they were coming so fast I was caught by surprise.
The Birth Story Part Two…
The same doctor came back and wante to check once more for my waters (internal number 4) and up he went with his stabby hook and I remember thinking how horrible all this was. He wasn’t gentle, he kept poking and I was trying to keep my legs relaxed as the midwife kept shouting at me to focus on her, look at her and relax for the sake of the baby. I must have looked quite wild really with panic and pain in my eyes and between puffs I kept apologising that I couldn’t do it, that I couldn’t relax and that I wasn’t deliberately being awkward. Goodness knows what Steve made of it, he may have stepped out at this point. The Dr did say however I was now 3cm which seemed like progress but the thought of another 7cm of that agony was terrifying.
Then I was left alone as they went to discuss and to be honest the next hour or so is awfully hazy. It all seemed to go so quickly and I had no idea of time at all. I seemed to keep my eyes closed a lot of the time and I was in my own zone. On opening them later on I remember seeing an extra person there not in scrubs and she informed me that she was a consultant and without worrying unduly they were a little concerned about the earlier trace showing baby’s distress and the quantity of thick meconium that had since emerged and they wanted to do a quick foetal blood sample (fbs) and this would involve me lying on my left side with my right leg as high as it could go whist a Dr went up my cervix to make a scratch on baby’s head to test whether he’d ingested the meconium and needs to come out sooner rather than later.
Ironically they ask permission to do these procedures and horrific as it sound (and indeed was) what person would prefer to say no to what could potentially save their baby as opposed to the indignity and pain of another vaginal examination. So in entered two new Drs, one who’d lost a glasses lens and therefore had brought a female colleague to undergo the procedure as he couldn’t see and hadn’t got his second pair. I was still sucking on the gas and air as they kept trying to keep me informed and i really didn’t care what they were telling me, i wanted it over and done with and then onto my side I went and up went my leg!
The Dr performing this proceudre was a woman and she was 100 times more gentle than the previous Dr and having scrabbled about a bit informed us that I wasn’t 3cm at all, just 2cm which meant that she couldn’t access the babies head, but the meconium was thick and all about down there.
Not sure on times again and durations from this point but at around 6pm I opened my eyes to see the room full of people again and mid contractions was told that due to the inaccessability of my cervix, the lack of progress, the trace indicating distress and the quantity and consistency of the meconium they’d rather err on the side of caution and perform a cesearean on me.
I’d known for a while this was where it was headed and didn’t care, I just wanted my baby safe and sound and so I nodded and from then on it was all action stations. A consent form was thrust under my nose with about 7 things that could go wrong that I was meant to read and understand and then sign!! I did my best but it wasn’t my neatest writing! An anesthetist came in to tell me what shew as going to do for me and tried to make me understand what would be happening but again, contractions were taking priority here!
Steve was asked to collect all our belongings and find an outfit for baby and a nappy and was taken to get scrubbed up as well, and I was sat on a bed and wheeled down to a theatre. I just remember calling out ‘it’s all in a plastic bag labeled newborn’ as I was carried off as I couldn’t imagine what he”d pick out!! This meant being disconnected from the gas and air but they gave me the plastic mouthpiece to ‘chew on’ which was almost so silly it was funny. I was however chewing on it rapidly when the contractions went and was getting louder with the pains – lots of oooooowwwwwwww’s going round the hospital at that point.
I remember being told to sit very still for the spinal injection, there was no time for an epidural to take effect and with contractions about every 3 minutes and horribly painful I was amazed how my body did just sit still and do as it was told for that very important moment! I was also amazed at how quickly the injection took effect. My legs began to tingle and I was asked to lie down quickly and suddenly the contraction pain was no more. I was able to talk and even joke, until the shakes took over! Theatres are cold and I was scared.
The Birth Story Part Three…
The Dr who’d lost his glasses lens obviously found another pair as he came along and I felt a bit jiggled about. I was told that they’d started which surprised me as I had thought I’d at least feel the cuts if not the pain. Steve was allowed in and came and sat by me. I tried to keep calm and focused by thinking of Easter hymns and the lyrics, Christ Triumphant, And Can It Be, Jesus Christ Is Risen Today and I kept thinking of Psalm 23 – The Lord is My Shepherd.
|His first photo, just dressed by a nurse at about 5 minutes old||!|
Suddenly there was a bit of a wail and I asked if that was a baby. It seemed too quick. Steve could see from where he was and yes, our son was out! He was taken straight to be looked at as he was quite yellow from being covered in the thick meconium. His AGPAR was 9 at 1 minute and 10 at 5 which is good for a Cesarean birth. He was wrapped up and they laid by my head. This is where I worried as I was shaking and a bit in shock at the speed of everything and this baby looked at me, and I looked at this baby and I couldn’t move or pick him up or anything and I didn’t know what to do or say. I felt as though everyone was expecting me to cry with emotion but in all honesty, I felt quite numb and unsure of anything. So I said ‘hello baby’ and looked at him and he surveyed me and then Steve was handed him to hold.
I was still being jiggled about a lot and it took a little while to stitch me back up and I was handed the baby back so I tried to hold him well and I still wasn’t sure what to say to him. Then it was time to be moved on again and off we went to recovery. I was swapped from the operation bed to a much nicer and comfier bed which was strange whilst paralysed. I really was expecting to hop off and jump on the other but I was rolled onto my left side whilst they put a board under me, then the board was dragged onto the second bed and I was rolled to the right to remove it. Most smooth. Then I was wheeled off holding the baby to a recovery room where a midwife stayed with me for an hour and Steve turned up with all our belongings in a Sainsbury’s shopping trolley.
I was in the old operation robe and was asked if I were willing to try skin to skin and breast feeding, so the robe came down and the baby was placed on my chest naked and then covered with a blanket. The midwife put him to my breast and amazingly he wiggled about, made little ‘uh uh uh’ noises and within seconds had fastened himself to my nipple and begun to feed! Still being paralysed and having no feeling in my body or legs was peculiar but this was fascinating. I hadn’t realised how ready to go babies are when born or how innate their urge to find a nipple is!
Steve was on the phone to our parents telling them what had happened (he’d wanted to before the operation but I’d said to wait to say good news rather than freak them out with what was classed as ‘an emergency’ as they’d only have worried.
|His first feed and ‘skin to skin’.|
They were all thrilled obviously to hear that he had arrived safe and sound and whilst Steve was still making calls to his family I heard my parents voices outside asking whether they could see me. They’d run straight round!! Normally it’s a no but the midwife was very nice and allowed them a few minutes each one at a time so my mum came in first. I was a bit disheveled with a baby to my breast, unable to move and naked and bloody under the grotty robe but it made me realise that i was technically still their baby and yes they wanted to see their new grandson but they also wanted to check that i was alright too!!
They were only there for a brief while and didn’t get to hold him as he was feeding and we said goodbyes after Dad had taken some pics then I was wheeled along to the delivery post suite and Steve followed with the shopping trolley. It was now 9.00pm and visiting hours were over so once i was settled Steve had to leave which was about 10.30 in the end. His family had driven over from their holiday cottage so he had people to go back to which was ice and they were keen to see photographs!
And I was in a single room, with a baby still at my breast and on my own for the night!! But he was the most perfect and beautiful baby I’d ever seen and he was here and was mine! And yes, everything which was traumatic and horrible which had occurred during the day I would go through again for him.
And its all getting hazy now, the pain of contractions is forgotten, the indignities of labour are no more and I’m left with the most perfect bundle of joy imaginable.