Well I’m writing this post night feed when the house is quiet enough to collect my thoughts. On Saturday I turned 38 weeks pregnant and was expecting that baby 3 would arrive on his chosen birthday – the 23rd November. Of course my baby didn’t want to come along as we had planned. Just like his siblings! Here is our baby 3 birth story!
On Friday morning I knew I hadn’t felt baby move enough. Overnight I’d just felt two movements – one at 4am and one at 6am. The maternity unit had room and so I went on leaving Gav to do the school run. Monitoring started showing a sleepy baby for the first half and then he perked up with more movements and I was told to come home and rest up for the week. Obviously if anything changed I was to head in again. As everything was ok we went ahead with having a friend sleepover with Fizz and all headed to bed around 9pm.
At around 5am I heard Gav get up with Jedi boy but drifted back to sleep and at 5:40 woke with what I thought was a contraction. I’d had 2-3 when I got up told Gav and decided that running a bath would be a good idea as I would be able to concentrate and see if they were really contractions. They didn’t go but we’re about 10-15 minutes apart so i called the ward, woke up a friend to come over as well as our visitors mummy to come and collect her. This was around 6:30.
I stood in the kitchen pacing out the contractions when my waters went. This was really unusual for me as I’ve only ever had them popped for me. The children thankfully organised themselves to get dressed with lots of direction from Gav.
We got a cab to the hospital and thankfully my waters didn’t leak more until I got out into the fresh air. I’d soaked through 3 pads and knickers at home but didn’t fancy it happening in the cab! By the time I got to triage contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and I was very uncomfortable and asked for an epidural straight away and also when my c section would be. I was given the only painkiller allowed until a Dr saw me. Paracetamol. I knew it wouldn’t help much but accepted anyway. I was examined and told I was 3cm already. I was taken up to labour ward where I was allowed gas and air straight away. However it didn’t work as there was a problem with the canister.
I can’t remember too much other than waves of pain and pressure at this point so will have to get Gav to fill you in but remember being examined and being fully dilated, Gav being sent to get scrubs on and being told baby might not wait for a section and a forcep delivery might be the best option. I was wheeled around to theatre but to be honest all I can pretty much remember is shouting at everyone that this wasn’t the plan, that I couldn’t do this and it bloody hurting a lot! I was asked to sit down with my legs on a chair for the epidural but as soon as my feet hit the chair I could feel intense pressures towards my bum and felt like I could feel something between my legs. This meant the epidural was paused so that a midwife could see where baby was. I remember being told that maybe baby wouldn’t be waiting! One leg was on the bed the other over the shoulder of my midwife. In a blur it was decided I could still have the epidural and between the contractions I was given that wave of pain relief. The Dr checked to see if a forceps or section was the best possible choice and it was decided to proceed with a section. I felt relief!
At 8:26, less than 3 hours after being woken by a contraction, our son was born weighing a healthy 7lb 8oz. He needed some oxygen but other than that all was ok for him. His first cries sounded very weak but his agpae scores were good. At this point I was so sleepy and Gav went and took as many photos as he could. It was a little while before I got skin to skin as the team made sure he was ok.
So it seems our boy just couldn’t wait to meet us. There’s more to tell but that’s for another time. At the moment it’s just all about resting and getting to know each other! I’ll be back soon to update you on our first week as a family of 5!!