the other night I watched the Friends episode that Racheal gave birth and sat there bawling for the birth I wanted.
I don?t really know where to begin? so this may be a bit disjointed
I was so set in my mind how I was going to welcome our baby into this world.
I had looked into Hypnobirthing, and although I did not do the course due to finances, I read the books and used a CD that a friend leant me.
In the weeks leading up to Molly Jane?s birth, I read the birth stories of other Bellybelliers and couldn?t wait to be able to share my story.
I probably didn?t prepare as much as I could and should have got other people more involved in the hypnobirthing but I had a wonderfully supportive husband and sister (who is a myotherapist and treated me through my pregnancy) that were going to be my birth partners, also I had a homeopathic kit that a friend put together for me too?What more did I need?
The contractions started at 3am, I had a show the day before and knew that our little bundle would be making an entrance soon.
So I got out of bed, called the hossy just to let them know and started timing the contractions? mistake #1, instead of getting focused, I waited for each contraction and almost took pleasure in the fact that they were getting stronger and more painful, because that meant that I was closer to having my baby.
The contractions were strong and close, 5 mins apart and within half an hour I had my first vomit? ?excellent? I thought, this baby is going to come quickly.
At 4am I woke
DH, he was ready to get out of bed and take me to the hospital, but I said I didn?t want to go yet, I just wanted him to know, so he went back to bed, knowing that it could be a long day.
At 5.30am the contractions were 3 mins apart and I had to pace through them, they really hurt and I wasn?t getting much rest. I called the hospital again as they told me the first time to call back when they were 3 mins apart and they told me to come in soon.
I had another vomit and decided that I would make a cup of tea and wake
DH?
He was up staright away and I told him not to hurry, I tried to sit in bed as he showered (my request, I wanted a clean and smooth
DH for support

) I found the contractions unbearable to sit through, I just wanted to pace, so called my sister and decided that I should go to the hossy then and there ? mistake #2
As I arrived to the hospital I was excited and apprehensive, my Midwife was fantastic, she read my birth plan and asked me a few question and left me to it, but stayed in the room quietly for support. I continued to pace the room, I considered a shower but just didn?t think that I would be able to sit or stand still for long enough.
My mid bought in a birthing ball and I sat on that for a bid and had some sacral pressure which helped a bit, but I still had to move through the contractions.
My
OB asked at about 10ish for the mid to see how dialiated I was, I didn?t mind this so much as I was pretty curious too? I was 5cm at 11am and I was rapt, I though that the longest part was progressing well and we were all pretty confident that I would have my baby by the end of my midwifes shift? it made the pacing easier.
At this point I decided that I would have some gas, on the lowest setting, just to help.
At 2pm (a change of shift was happening so i had 2 different MW at this stage) I was told that my waters were to be broken (in my birthplan I very specifically said that I did not want artificial ROM and I had previously discussed this with my
OB) I was helped up on to the bed and my waters were broken. Mistake # 3 was not objecting to this or questioning it. Why did they have to be broken??? I was moving along fine, probably just not quick enough for my
OB?s liking.
At this point I was exhausted, I had paced non stop from 3am, so about 12 hours, with no rest and nothing to eat and the water that I drank I just spewed back up.
So I was encouraged to have a rest on the bed Mistake #4 (again in my birth plan I wrote that I did not want to lie down, nor did I want to be asked to)
They told me at this point I was 7cm and I was devastated, I though that I would be closer to 8 or maybe 9 and I cried and made my
Dh and sister cry?
I was also told that my cervix was uneven and that if I lay on my right side I would possibly even it up. So there I stayed sucking on the gas, unable to get up as I was to uncomfortable and exhausted, for the next hour or so.
At 5pm the
OB came and checked my to see how dialted I was? surprise surprise nothing really had happened as I was on my back.
I was told that I would need a
C/S as I was failing to progress
I was told that being given synotocin or anything similar would not work as I was already contracting effectively (they were about 1-2mins apart)
I was told that my pelvis was proably too small
I was devastated and cried and begged not to have one.
I was given an hour for something to happen (in my birthplan I asked for no time limits as long as there was nothing wrong)
I asked for peth, maybe if the pain was dulled I would relax and I would dilate so I could have my baby naturally ? I looked to my
DH and sister for help, I really didn?t want a
c/s, but I didn?t know what to do, nor did they.
I had the peth,
DH tried to relax me and get me to focus, he knew how much I wanted a VB, my sister got the homeopathic remedies out and found the one that should help and massaged me a bit? I tried so hard to relax, but the pain got the better of me.
I felt a gush of warmth between my legs and more of my waters leaked out.
I let my nurse know and she helped change me? but there was mec staining so on went the monitors.
My sister and
DH were worried but didn?t let it show, we were told that the babies heart rate was dropping and that I would need a
c/s soon
I was deflated.
I would do nothing to risk the health of my baby so I got ready for surgery.
As they wheeled me out of the birthing room I was scare and so very sad ? I had failed
They wheeled me past Mum and Dad who had been waiting all day, so excited and I just wanted to cry, they were worried and I was sad and in pain? I now had no pain relief on board, the peth had worn off and I had no gas.
As I was in the holding bay waiting to go into theatre there was a stupid aneathetic nurse who kept telling me to huff through the contractions and annoyed me, I wanted to punch her, I was in pain, I was lying flat on my back and I wasn?t going to have my baby they way I wanted. I had to wait 30mins in that room before I went into theatre (cant have been that much of an emergency) contracting every minute or so? I just wanted them to stop, every time I felt one, I got more upset, my body was trying, but it wasn?t happening.. they were pointless.
Dh had to go off and get changed, little did I know, he spent 15 minutes trying to get his hat looking funny for me, so that I would laugh and not be sad ? he kept taking photos and readjusting so it was just right ? poor thing I didn?t even notice?
The anaesthetist was fantastic, not her nurse though, I was having a contraction as they tried to roll me over to give me the spinal block, I said ?just wait a moment? the nurse just pushed me over and tried to shove my legs up ? man I really wanted to yell and scream at her, but I remained calm and bit my tongue.
Lying on the table not really feeling anything was surreal, I was teary but so excited at once, everyone in the room took bets on what they all thought I was having ? everyone said boy.
The drapes were lowered an there was my baby, I wast sure at first, but it was a girl, I was right all along, I knew I had been carring a girl right from the start.
She was beautiful and she made the hurt go away.
I got to cuddle her, but I felt that something was missing.
Soon she was taken away,
DH went too ? he was not allowed to let her out of his sight (I don?t think that he would of anyway)
After they stapled me up I went to recovery alone.
That was so hard, I had just had a baby and she was gone.
I sat and watched the clock
30mins to the dot I told them that I wanted to go
DH came down with the orderly and nurse to bring me up. He told me that he didn?t tell Mum, Dad and Nina any of the details of her weight etc as he wanted me to know first, he wasn?t even going to tell them what sex she was but it was a bit hard.
I hated the fact that I didn?t get to introduce my daughter to my family (they felt weird about it too they said later)
Up on the ward I got to hold my beautiful daughter again, they had given me morphine and some other things and so I was pretty out of it.
2 hours had passed since she was born? and finally I was able to really hold and touch and see my daughter.
I didn?t bond properly with her for the first week. I blame the caesarean
The following day my
OB came in and the first thing he said to me was ?you will have to have a caesarean for your next baby? WTF?. I felt like yelling at him and telling him to leave. It wasn?t a big deal for him, but for me it was like the end of the world, I had failed and he didn?t care at all.
For the first month I spent a lot of time blaming and very very angry.
I now these things still run through my head, probably every second day
? If I stayed home earlier I might have had a different outcome
? I should have prepared better
? I never should have lied down
? She had mec staining probably from the peth
? I should have said no to the
c/s
I have spoken a lot to my
DH and sister about this. I don?t blame them for any of this, my sister openly says that she would have done anything I asked, she was scared and really just wanted to please me, if I asked to go to the moon, she would have tried to take me.
DH hates hospitals, for the fact that he was there the whole time, didn?t complain when I spewed on him and tried to make me laugh I am so grateful.
Yes my birth partners could have and possibly should had done more, but they didn?t let me down in my books.
I let myself down. I gave up and I failed to have my baby naturally.
Thank you for letting me get this out, I have been carring it around for nearly 5 months and although it is getting eaiser, I know the only way I can let go is do it again and prepare and know what I am in for and make sure that my birth partners are able to get behind me and make the tough calls. Next time it will be so different.
I look at my daughter now and know that I have an incredible bond with her, its there, it just took a while? I love her more than anything in the world, I just feel like I failed.
Any comments would be appreciated if you made it to the end of my story