8/4/15, Im back and with the birth of Spud, my lucky 8th..

Its been over a year since ive posted in the land of BB.
And i thought id pop my head back in here and say hi and update everyone with my newest birth story..



I gave birth to #7 in march of 2014 and after a very traumatic birth which involved a placental abruption i developed post natal depression.
I am on the long journey to recovery and during that process i had a back to back pregnancy, delivering my handsome 4th son and 8th baby in april 2015.

There is a story to how we got here, how we decided we wanted another baby, how we felt our family wasnt complete, even among the crazy chaos that was our life, even though i was suffering with pnd, even though i was scared to birth again, we wanted another, i will say though that we spent the entire pregnancy preparing, making sure it was calm and peaceful and most importantly making plans to make sure that placenta stayed put!
So here it is, in short version which seems long lol
39 weeks pregnant and we were having an Induction at 7am, we arrived at the hospital and did obs for an hr, ctg trace etc until dr arrive just after 8am.
He did internal and unlike the previous day when head was down central he had moved up and to the side so was unable to have my waters broken then, i was getting a little concerned that maybe it wasnt going to happen today.
Dr had c sec to do, so we had to walk around the hospital to move baby back to central position. We did 3 laps around the hospital that day, up and down the stairs, doing squats, my mum and my teen even make me tweerk! lol
Just before 12 I was back up in stirups and baby was again central but still far to high, however i was 1cm.
Waters were broken slowly and controlled however there was far more water than the previous ultrasound showed. I could hear the water pouring on the floor, i could see mum and the midwives putting towels down everywhere, jokes were being made about filling up buckets, it was light humour considering my legs were in the air and the dr was arm deap! The drs pants were drenched as was the floor.
They started the drip in the hope to slowly get my contractions started.
The day was filled with lots of calm, laughing, jokes, walking around, bouncing ball and no contractions! The decision was made to increase the drip, it was slowly increased as the day progressed.
The head monitor fell off his head, of course i freaked when the heart rate stops and I was back up in stirups having it back on. I said to the dr we really must stop meeting like this and he made a joke about how short my legs were! I was 3cm by this stage and baby was still in same position.
Still no labour signs, a niggle every now and then, a tighting that was barely worth my breath.
Day progresses, shift change of midwives. Drip increased. Meanwhile im stil nil by mouth incase of emergency c sec.
Few niggling contractions start but all in my lower back, still nothing to say labour is official.
Drip upped again.
We had made jokes about how cool would it be to get barely any contractions and give birth. The midwife laughed and said it wouldnt happen.
The day is getting on and baby is still not moving down but im 5cm.
Clearly my body wont take over from the drip and start contractions on its own. Im tired but still have energy, most importantly i was thirsty and hungry, i was still nil by mouth but allowed to have a few jelly babies and some water.
Time had passed and we were into the evening, i still wasnt in established labour.
Eventually the drip was put up to 48. Had a few stronger contractions, drs were in chatting, the anethastist had come in to chat to me incase i went to theater, contractions had become stronger, but i knew i had ages to go, they were no where near labour pains i had been used to. But still as i breathed through them the enviroment was calm, fun and relaxed.
I was told to hop on the bed to try an relax an sleep and if no baby by 12am then theater.
Few more moderate contractions that I had to breath through.
Sharp pain on left, it felt like a rip, i remember saying something but it was kind of dismissed, i felt something move, then i hear a midwife say something about bleeding and asked if i was having a placental abruption to which the other midwife said no. Then the next thing im aware is a dr is infront of me saying something to me, i hear someone say are we having a baby, the dr said no, shes 9cm but the baby is too high, my body pushed, i was told not to push, then i hear wait wait yes yes we are having a baby push!
I was 9cm but baby was still in the same height area, he had not moved all day, but all of a sudden i was pushing.
Somehow baby moved down
Mum gloved up and got to help deliver him, she had missed out on helping deliver #7 so she was very excited to finally get her chance.
Everyone was in shock that he was born so quickly. A 41min labour after barely any contractions. He was born 10.42pm.
I was in shock, i had honestly expected to be there for quite some time, but i was so glad it was over, he was safe and i got my do over birth.
The bleeding was my placenta starting to pull away. Had he not been born when he was it could have been a different outcome.
What followed after unfortunately was not so positive.
So an hr after his birth I started to feel weak.
My hubby noticed blood dripping on floor.
I still had not gone back to my room. People in an out.
Mum left thinking all was ok.
Dr comes in saying im having a hemorrhage. Ive lost too much blood and my body is creating clots my uterus isnt working. So much info not sure ive taken it in.
Teen texted mum saying mum bleeding to much if cant stop off to theater.
My mum was on her way back...
I was told worse case was hysterecomy.
Mum arrived as they started manual extraction, I was offered gas, I declined, my mum telling me to take gas I yell at her to shut up.
I had a calm quite peaceful labour. I was now about to scream the room down like I was being murdered.
Drs arm up to her elbow inside me clearing out blood clots like a werewolf ripping out my insides.
I begged her to stop.
She stopped for a min while I caught my breath. Meanwhile her hand is trying to get my uterus to contract. It wasnt so much her arm inside me but more the pushing on the outside of my belly while scrapping my insides that made me scream. I wasnt aware of anyone else in that room, it was just me and my screams.
Midwives from other rooms ran in asking if they could help as my screams echo down the hall.
I could feel it all being pushed out of me. It felt like when my waters were being broken, it just wasnt stopping!
After it was done they wanted to put a cathita in I said no ill go to toilet.
I passed out in toilet had to be wheelchair back to bed.
Eventually transfered to ward.
5am thursday I feel a leak then a gush as I started bleeding out.
I press the buzzer, but its not working, i press again hoping they hurry up as i could feel myslef fading.
Dr removing clots as I lay there on the bed, i was hot sweaty and literally thought I was going to die. i could feel my life leaving even though i wasnt dying, i was just passing out again, everything was so sureal. Why was this happening?
Blood count came back at 60, and i had 2 blood transfusions when it increased to 69.
Another transfusion and I increased to 75 but unfortunately that dropped to 72 and after 2 separate episodes of almost fainting, not being able to remember my name, having oxygen and feeling numb I was given a 4th blood transfusion which increased my bloods to 80.
So thats the short version, the bits i can remember, the hospital staff were amazing, the drs teams were faultless, everyone took care of me so well, but apparently i have a long recovery ahead of me, my body isnt absorbing the iron as well as it should be.
My uterus gave up, it didnt want to work, it needs healing as well, this is yet another step in my journey......

You are a strong lady, Anila, and I hope that you are able to rest and recover fully soon. Congratulations on the arrival of your little son! All the best to you both!

Thanks Cricket
He is just amazing, a real old soul.
Ive been able to move forward from that experience but unfortunatly for my husband he is still reliving it, for days afterwards he could still hear me screaming when he closed his eyes.

Your poor DH. I can imagine that while it's really hard to go through the pain and agony of that kind of delivery, it's also incredibly difficult to sit beside someone you love who's going through it, along with the fear that something is terribly wrong. I don't think I'd like to be on that side of things at all either! Is there someone he can talk this out with?
Glad to hear that your little man is doing well! How are you feeling physically? Getting some strength back after that blood loss, or not yet?

i have a long road of recovey ahead of me, my blood levels are slowly rising but i have lots of days where i feel tired and weak and dizzy..

hubby is slowly recovering, he spoke with a councelor for a few sessions and we spoke together, took a while for him to open up.

Oh Anila, what a journey. I am amazed at it all. Glad to hear your are slowly recovering - do you have lots of help with the other kids?

That all sounds very scary. Im pleased the birth was positive but sorry you have a long road to recovery. Congratulations on your newest little man. I had my #8 in november, also a boy

Thanks.
yes hubby is home helping with the kids and the 2 teens help alot as well.
congratulations kristi on ur newest little man too

Huge congratulations on the birth babe, I haven't been on myself after having Paul the 20th May 2015 at 34+5. I'm so sorry you had the after issues you have had. How are you doing now? Much love xxxx

wow.. reading my birth story over again, i was almost holding my breath.. so much has happened in the last 16months since his birth.. I must copy this incase i ever need it again