My birthing story

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Well this post has come rather late, 18 months too late to be precise! I kept putting it off, but now when I look back, my memories are foggy and the story is fading away. This makes me a bit sad. I have to log what I remember now as I may never experience anything like it ever again. Yes it was painful (so very very painful) and a little bit traumatic, but it is still the story of how my little tyke came to be. So here goes….

My due date was on Saturday 28th June and in the middle of the night the labour pains started up. It felt strange and I am not really sure how to describe them…. very bad period cramps perhaps. But first time mothers are never on time right? So I put it off until the morning and they died off, phew! I was tired after very little sleep but relieved as it seemed to be a false alarm. I didn’t feel ready. But all day and night on that Sunday, I felt the pains on and off and I couldn’t get any rest. I felt exhausted.

By Monday, the pains had become less tolerable and whenever I laid on my side I felt the pain increase. We went to the hospital in the morning, which was about a 40-50 minute trip away.

Now let me take a little break within this story to tell you about my birth plan. I didn’t want to stay in hospital, no way Jose! I wanted to have a nice relaxing birth in the birthing pool with gas and air and no nasty drugs, they would make me feel sick and weird. I had made a lovely birthing playlist (as featured on my post ‘The birthing playlist that never was‘) and now I guess you can see where this is going……

The lady at the hospital said that I seemed ok and not in too much pain, if I was really about to give birth I would not be able to speak through the pain. She could examine me but this could increase the risk of infection, so of course I toddled off back home. I regretted leaving the hospital a few hours after getting back home. I had gone to bed early, telling my husband that I needed some rest. But I could not get rest. I needed the toilet for a wee, but I couldn’t go, it was only later that I realised that what I felt was the pressure of the baby head on my bladder. I went back to the bed and groaned and moaned and called for my husband, the pains were too much. He rang the hospital several times and each time they tried to put us off coming in…. try paracetamol, try a bath or try lying down. It was getting worse and worse until I snapped and said that I couldn’t hold on any longer. Off in the car we went.

The car journey was horrendous, especially when going around any bends. I kept pleading for him to pull over and he refused (its a good job as I believe I would have given birth in a layby). We finally got to the hospital just before midnight and shortly after I was examined. The midwife was shocked “Well done, you’re 8cm and you have done it without any pain relief”. Well I was relieved that someone believed me and I was relieved that I wasn’t a complete wuss who had an incredibly low pain tolerance. This was real. She took one look at my face and asked “Do you want to push?” this was the point where I couldn’t hold back any longer “Yes” I sobbed. So 20 minutes after arriving in hospital I was put on the bed in the delivery suite and told to start pushing.

Now this is where it gets a bit foggy. The pain was excruciating, the midwife said the baby was back to back and that was why I was feeling all the pain in my back. It was too late for drugs but I could have gas and air. Gas and air is a bit rubbish really in my opinion, but I took it anyway for all the good it did. The baby luckily turned in the right position, but near the end he was starting to get stressed and this pushed me to work my hardest and at 2:05am on Tuesday 30th June my 8lb 6oz baby boy was born. He was beautiful.

After some cuddle time with Mummy he sat on Daddy whilst I had stitches. Lots and lots of stitches. My legs were in stirrups for over an hour and I felt sore and bruised all over. Wow, childbirth really gives your body a battering. But it was over and the little tyke was finally here!

I keep thinking about what it would be like to do it again. I love my little man so much and I would do anything for him. If that means going through all of that again to give him a sibling, then I think maybe I could. But with drugs, its got to be with drugs next time!

I bid you all a fair evening my lovelies and ta ta for now xx

 

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Author: mummydummy34

Learner Mum to a cheeky but very sweet little chappy. Also wife to a very understanding husband and custodian of the laziest cat in Britain!

5 thoughts on “My birthing story”

  1. What a lovely birth story …. no birth ever really goes to plan does it. I hear you on the back to back baby!! My son was back to back also … hurts like hell!!
    Well done you for tolerating the pain to 8cm alone at home too!! (Or in the car even πŸ˜‚)

    Second time births are a lot quicker …. not any less painful unfortunately but defo a lot quicker in my experience! Xx

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    1. Awww thanks and nope, it certainly didn’t go to plan for me. Funny thing is when I went to hospital the first time they took my birth plan paperwork and didn’t return it. I received it back in the post literally the day after I came back from hospital lol! Thanks for reassuring me about 2nd time birth…. still going to demand an epidural lol xxx

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  2. Nope, not according to plan, but he came out well in the end! My first was back to back also – youch! The pain with her at 3cm was equal to my second at 7cm. The farther you get from the birth, the less acutely you remember the pain, right? I think that’s nature’s way of preparing us for the next birth! πŸ™‚ Epidurals are fantastic, although sickly I wonder if I could do another birth without one (I got one at 4cm for my first and 10cm – seriously – for my second)….

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