The arrival of my gorgeous DS
I have just finished typing my birth story to add to DS memory box and I thought I woud share it with you amazing ladies. Hope you enjoy.
I had this sneaky suspicion that my bubby was going to keep me waiting to meet him/her until July and not come early like DD did. Well I was right. My little man decided he was going to keep me waiting because he sure wasn’t in a hurry to grace us with his presence.
My due date came and went before my OB asked me about being induced. He wanted to induce me asap but thankfully I was comfortable enough with him to ask for the maximum time he would give me. He wanted 10 days and I wanted 14 so we meet in the middle on 12 days. So the date was set. I was going to meet my bubba on the 6th July at the latest.
With no sign of labour I went to hospital in the afternoon on Sunday 5th July for prostin. I got a few niggles overnight but nothing at all to get excited about. The only thing I got little of was sleep. It was such a weird feeling lying in bed knowing that in the morning I was going to have our baby. The girls kept popping in and chatting to me, helping pass the time which was fantastic. I didn’t have time to sit and dwell on what was happening or not happening in my case.
So the morning came and I was attached to the CTG (thankfully telemetery – gotta get some special treatment working there, LOL!) and my waters were broken and the synto drip was started at 8am as my cervix was only 1 cm dilated and not effaced at all. I was starting to worry whether I was going to get my vaginal birth or not. I had a few tears to my DH and midwife (a gorgeous lady I actually did my midwifery course with)and felt a million bucks and ready meet our gorgeous baby.
My contractions started slowly and I was coping beautifully. DH and I were working beautifully together. My OB called at 10.30 to see how I was going as DD’s birth was only 3 hours and he wanted to make sure he was there. By this stage by contractions were occasionally getting a bite to them but nothing I couldn’t cope with. I was standing and rocking through my contractions with a hot pack on my belly and DH pushing counter pressure on my back (that was awesome). My legs were getting tired so around 11 I tried to sit down on the bed edge in between contractions but as soon as I did that my contraction basically stopped. I was really starting to get frustrated as I wasn’t establishing labour and kept asking DH and my midwife “how in god’s name am I going to get this kid out if I couldn’t even establish labour?” My midwife kept turning my drip up and apologised each time, LOL! I told her that I had the utmost faith in her and I knew she was only looking out for me and my baby. 12 o’clock came around and my contractions were 3:10 and every second or third were starting to take my breath away. I had an internal at 12.30 and I was fully effaced and 3 cm dilated. I jokingly blamed my midwife and told her it was her fault that I was only 3cms, LOL!! Anyway I decided to get in the shower for pain relief as my contractions were starting to get a kick to them, at long last!!
DH and I were working amazingly well together. I was on the birth ball in between contractions and stood up and rocked during each contraction and DH supported me through every contraction with our heads together and him saying “you are doing an amazing job, keep going babe, you can do this and then great work babe, give me a kiss, and now rest” all while making sure the hot water was on back and front somehow at the same time. I was starting groaning and getting a bit vocal with my contractions but was coping really well. Everyone kept offering me drugs and I was getting annoyed. I was told not to be brave and take them – I didn’t need them and I was doing great, actually I was doing brilliantly!! I told DH that he had to stop offering them and make everyone else stop too. If I need them I’ll ask – GGGGRRRRR!!! DH was so cute, my midwife asked if I needed something for the pain and I saw DH out of the corner of my eye shaking his head like mad whispering “oh god please don’t offer her drugs she’ll yell at me again”.
I suddenly had a massive contraction and felt my baby drop right down and I couldn’t sit down anymore or I felt like I was sitting on his head. I was started to get a bit groany and grunty and my midwife started asking me to get out of the shower (I had a fast 2nd stage with DD) as she didn’t want me to have it on the floor (I wanted to have it on the bed so I could cuddle straight away). I told her I was ok but then I started transition. I felt I was losing control and needed some drugs. I also started to have a few tears and kept asking DH “why does our baby not like me by hurting me this much, why won’t it just come already”. DH later told me he and my midwife looked at each other and smiled as we all knew exactly where I was up to. I decided to get out of the shower and try all fours over the bed head as I was at that stage where I couldn’t get comfortable and didn’t know what I wanted. I was starting to get more grunty and a little bit pushy. My midwife decided to call my OB as I was starting to feel really pushy. My OB arrived and they all wanted me to start pushing but I just didn’t feel right and could feel something was off and I was right, I was only 7cms. I then started to get the most overwhelming urge to push but I still had three cm’s to go. DH and my midwife then started to talk me through each contraction but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop the involunatory pushes. My body just took over was doing what it needed and wanted to do and started pushing my baby out. Before I knew it my little bubba was crowning but the cheeky monkey decided to make it a little bit difficult for me and come out with his hand on his head which was coming out crooked. I needed an epiositomy as I was started to tear badly and get button holing (tears appearing in random spots on my perineum). As soon as my OB gave me a little snip my gorgeous boy came straight out. In the words of my OB “he delievered himself”. At 1427 he was born and was placed straight onto my chest. He was so bright eyed. I asked DH what we had, and just like he did with DD, he had a tear rolling down his face, gave me a kiss and said we have a gorgeous little boy, a little boy. He was absolutely perfect and so alert. He attached and fed like an absolute champ and didn’t come off until the next day (well it felt like it anyway, LOL!).
My little man turned out not to be so little.
Weight: 4.4kg (9lb 11oz)
HC: 37cm
Length: 54cm
I was so proud of myself and DH. I had an amazing labour and birth exactly the way I wanted. It was drug free, active with just me and DH working together as a team. I asked how long my labour was and I was stunned to hear that it was just over 2 hours of active labour and I went from 7cm to my gorgeous man on my chest in just 20 mins because it felt like that part went for hours. DH was absolutely amazing and once again I could never have done it without him holding me and whispering supportive words through every single contraction and never once leaving my side.
