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26 December 2018

Our Birth Story



My Birth story is a little different to how I expected things to go, which is why I wanted to share it. I had been preparing myself for labour, and reading blogs and birth stories online, so I had an idea in my head of what I expected labour to be like. Well let me say, I clearly had no clue!

To start from the beginning, it was Saturday 15th December, and I had been having some stomach pains at around 5am. They were just little cramps and I thought I might have eaten something that hadn't agreed with me. I have to say at this point I am only 36 weeks + 6days pregnant. We carried on with our day as planned, cleaning the house, trip to Tesco to get some food in and I was having my friends come round that evening for a bite to eat and a catch up.

It was getting later in the day and at around 5ish the pain was getting worse, I was convinced maybe I was having Braxton Hicks, or it was still an upset stomach so I didn't think much more about it. Stephen was going out with his brother and dad, but had decided not to have a drink 'just in case'. I made the food ready for my friends arrival and got myself ready.

The pains were starting to get a little worse whilst my friends were here, but I had no other signs of labour that I had read all about, no signs of a show, no waters breaking. Again, I thought maybe they were Braxton hicks. It got to around 9:30pm and I started to think something was wrong, and I couldn't get off of the toilet. I called Stephen to come home and he rang up the labour ward to tell them what was going on, I'd still not had a show, or any waters breaking, I hadn't even bothered to time the 'pains' as I truly thought that they weren't contractions.The midwife told us to bring our bags and make our way to the ward, this was a bit of a task as I still had bits that weren't even packed! My poor husband and friends had to pack the rest of the things into my hospital bag, whilst I sat on the toilet breathing through the pain.

Some how we managed to make it to the labour ward for 11pm. I was taken to the Lavender Room of the Birth Sanctuary it was a dimly lit room, filled with fairy lights and the radio was playing in the background. Due to not knowing what was going on, I was put onto a monitor to check on baby and contractions. It still hadn't hit me that I would be meeting my baby soon, and I was sure that I would be sent home.

After being on the monitor for a while and everything looking good the midwife asked if I would like to be checked to see how far dilated I was. She explained that it took a while to start to dilate and not to be disappointed if it was only 1/2cm.. well I actually turned out to be 6cm dilated already! I had gotten this far at home, breathing through the pain and chatting to my friends.

My midwife asked if I would like the pool filling up which I said yes too. The water definitely helped to ease the contractions. I hadn't had time for any pain relief up until now so asked for gas and air, which unfortunately I hated, as it made me heave with each use, despite being given peppermint to smell. Instead I mainly used it to bite down on.

I was in the pool for a couple of hours, when I felt the overwhelming urge to push. I was worried that I wasn't dilated enough as it was so soon after being checked, but I was told to go with it. This is where the labour got a bit chaotic, everything had been progressing fine, but suddenly Baby's heart rate dropped and I had to get out of the pool quickly to be monitored.

The emergency buzzer was pulled and the room was suddenly full of midwives and doctors. I'll be honest and say the rest was a blur of being told to push and that we needed to get him out quickly. I was frightened and wanted him to be safe.  Two failed cannula attempts, and an episiotomy later my gorgeous son Harry was born at 37 weeks, weighing a mere 4lb 13oz, my tiny, perfect, bundle of joy



























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