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Mine was an emergency C-section. Timeline below is approximate
7.30 am
I woke up on the Sunday morning in my half asleep state thinking I needed the toilet. As soon as I stood up I felt the dripping and realised my waters had broken, and that must have been what woke me. I grabbed a maternity towel and went off to the loo. The only thing I could remember was that if your waters break you have to go into the hospital as soon as possible because of the risk of infection. I had no contractions either, other than a couple of faint period-like aches.
8.00am
I checked the pad again and my waters were tinged with colour -the shade of weak tea.I called the maternity dept and described my status and the colour. The midwife who answered told me that indicated meconium in my amniotic fluid and to come into them right away.
9.00 am
We arrived an hour later and straight into the labour ward - I was hooked up to the trace and given a drip to begin my contractions. I was offered the epidural but I held off to see what the pains were like first.
10.30am
I knew that due to the meconium, they would monitor baby closely, and that my hopes of having a natural labour were in doubt if it was taking a long time, I hadnt really considered that I'd need a C-section before, but that morning I knew it was a possibility, as after the examination, it transpired I was only 1cm dialated. The pains were coming closer and quite sore, so I was disappointed that I was only 1cm.
The midwife started hinting at an epidural and I knew that if I got one, and ended up having a C-section, then they would top it up and I'd be awake for the birth, but if I declined it, there was a good chance they would put me under entirely for the C-section in order to quickly get baby out. So I opted for the Epidural. So they called the Anestheisist.
11.30 am
Anestheisist came and positioned me for the Epidural. I had been curled up on my side for the contractions, holding onto my partners hand, but when I sat the way I was instructed for the Epidural it made the pains easier: My bum was on the far edge of the bed so my legs were across the full width of the bed, leaning forward with my bump between my legs, and holding onto my partners elbows, he was sitting on a stool with my lower legs either side of him. So, if you are going for natural labour, I'd suggest you try this position, as it gave me great relief for the contractions.
12.00noon
The gyanecologist came in to examine me, and went through the spiel of a possible C-section if the baby's heart rate was erratic, examined me and I was still at 1cm.:( But at least I had no more pain - I felt the contractions, but not the pain of them.
1.00pm
The babys heart rate was starting to cause concern, and I was examined again. Still 1cm. So they told me I would need a C-section, and started prepping me for surgery.
1.30pm It was all very fast, and before I knew it, I was wheeld in and the epidural topped up until I couldnt feel anything below my shoulders (but could still move my arms) My partner came in then once the screen was up and sat at my shoulder. He was great at distracting me by getting me to guess the gender, telling me we would meet our baby in a few mins, and trying to start a row over possible names (as we hadnt picked any at that stage)
2.00pm
While this was happening, I felt my bump being pushed downwards, and heard a wail. I bawled. My partner cried, and for that endless moment we were wondering what sex it was, then the nurse popped around the screen to us with our baby boy weighing in at a respectable 7lb 4oz
They had to clean him down and dress him for us probably due to the meconium and the risk of infection. He was handed to my partner while I stared at them for a while then both of them whisked out the door, while I was stitched up.
Finally, they were let back in and I got to hold my son. They helped latch him onto my breast, but I couldnt feel him suck, I was numb! It was also really hard to see the baby as I was lying down and couldnt lift my shoulders. I was really drowsy from the drugs, and parched, having threw up water I'd been given earlier, but fought to stay awake.
I was wheeled to a ward, which happened to be empty, and baby was left to nestle with me all day, nursing on and off, with the nurse changing us from side to side periodically, and my partner getting cuddles from time to time. I think I dozed a lot. They finally (apologetically) asked my partner to leave the ward at 1am. I had started to get feeling back in my upper body after a few hours, and my legs by nighttime.
The next morning I finally got tea and toast. Before I could eat it, the nurse came around to change my pad and clean me up. Then the baby started crying so I latched him on, and finally I got to eat stone cold toast and tepid tea and it was the nicest thing I ever tasted.
Recovery from C-section
I was lucky that the Diefene suppositorygave me diahorreafor the first 2 days as the idea of straining /coughing etc with the scar was daunting - it was quite sore for the first couple of days. I was on paracetemol and Diefene for the first 5 days (morphine on the day of C-section) then from day 6 -14 paracetemol only. The stitches were a bead stitch, and were taken out on day 5, the dressing coming off hurt more. It healed perfectly and even the skimpiest of knickers would cover the scar.
While I would have preferred a natural delivery, I am satisfied that it was necessary for baby's safety, and that was all I wanted too.0 -
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Right... I'll chance mine too!! My pregnancy was difficult enough: I had hyperemesis and problems with my thyroid which was swinging between under and over active and in turn was affecting every part of me: so basically by the end of my pregnancy I was extremely exhausted (and had 7 inpatient stays in hospital!): I'd had a show 3 weeks previous and was having strong and regular braxton hicks for those 3 weeks too. Because of all of this going over my due date was never an option for me so was brought in for an induction.
They started inducing me on Wednesday the 4th July (I was due the 8th): they gave me the first lot of gel at about 10pm: started getting strong period like pains and was completely exhausted so was given a sleeping tablet and went to sleep. Thursday morning they gave me the second lot of gel. Cramps started getting stronger and stronger (now I'm convinced the tiredness was what caused me to think the pain was worse than it was!) and went out walking the hospital. Was examined by midwife and then doc: they still couldn't break my waters so was giving more gel (which really hurt this time): the trace was showing contractions just not regularly. Was told at this stage I couldn't get any more gel by this doctor and if it didn't work I would probably be looking at a section: but that I would be examined again tomorrow.
That night the pain from the gel was awful: I was convinced I was going into labour, and the trace was showing regular contractions, but varying in intensity. Midwife examined me and I still wasn't dilating but my cervix had shortened. Gave me pethidine and off I went to sleep.
The following morning (Friday) at about 5am they put me on the trace. Baby wasn't moving: they gave me apple juice, orange juice and iced water to drink and got me to eat smarties (normally got baby moving) but nothing. Except then I started to vomit :rolleyes: Midwife started moving baby in my belly trying to wake her up: after about 5 minutes she started moving and they gave me my 4th lot of gel: and still wasn't any more dilated. Hubby came in at 9am and I put on my clothes and walked the grounds of the hospital: at this stage I was tired and emotional still hadn't seen my consultant (despite the fact I attended his high risk clinic). Was reexamined about 1 o clock: still wasn't any more dilated. They gave me my 5th lot of gel, and the doc examining me told me this is what happened when people interfered with nature, and that if I didn't start dilating by that afternoon he was sending me home for the weekend. At that stage I had had enough: I was exhausted, emotional tired and extremely worried about my baby who I hadn't felt move except when the midwifes moved her for the trace. I started to cry hysterically and someone decided to get my actual consultant to talk to me.
He repeated what the registrar had said: told me to go home for the weekend if nothing had happened by about 6 o clock and they would bring me back in Monday morning and start me on the gel again :eek: After 5 rounds of prostin and no baby movements they wanted to send me home. Particularly when the main reason I was been induced was my risk of losing my little girl was higher: and I couldn't feel her move. I genuinely was close to being hysterical at this stage: even posted here hoping to god someone could give me some solace about my failed induction!! Hubby argued with them at this stage because I was so upset: I refused to go home and they finally relented and let me stay: to restart the gel Mon morning. At this stage all I wanted was a section and my baby out of me!
Kept walking and praying was in genuine real unable to talk during contraction pain by about 8: midwife put me on trace and told me nothing was happening, and wasn't going to. At 9 I felt a pop: told my husband that it was the weirdest feeling! At 910 walked to the bin came back and my waters broke as I climbed onto bed... I actually cried with relief! They put me on trace and baby was fine and sent my husband home at 10: said they'd put me on drip in morning, and gave me pethidine: and told me not to get out of bed on my own!
By 1045 despite two heat packs I could not cope anymore with the pain. They brought me to delivery room where I was 2cm: 2cm! I begged for an epidural: doc said no. Was using gas and air and passed out (pethidine & gas&air!) during a contraction. They examined me again: still only 2cm. Midwives decided to get drip up and running ready for epidural: doc was still saying no. Finally (finally) said I could have epidural at 2cm this was at 12. By 1230 epidural was in they reexamined me and I was fully dilated. And my husband over half an hour away and noone had rang him yet!
He was in for 1.10 we talked away: still needed the gas and air for contractions: the edge was taken off with the epidural but I still needed it! Started pushing about 2am: soon after they changed something to do with the epidural machine it was faulty (hubby told me after). He left at about 25 past 2 (I think he was about to keel over and really I was glad birth is not dignified at all!!) and at 236 my 7lb 15oz girl was born!! There was supposed to be a paedeatrician there when she was born as there was a small risk of her going into shock: there wasn't something I'm still furious about. Someone examined her over an hour and a half later.
She was worth every second of it
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Warning LONG!!!!!!!
Went for my 39 week appointment as usual. Thankfully somehow I got my consultant again (I was going public). My consultant had admitted me the week before for 2 days to observe a reduced amount of movement and low fluid levels. This time he did another mini scan and again couldn't get junior to move, so he said he would induce me in a few day, but would try a sweep while I was there, I still don't know what he felt but he ran off telling me I was being induced asap and I was possibly not favourable and I might expect a failed induction with a section at the end so prepare myself for the worst.
There were no beds free so I spent some time on a trace in A&E for a while, then I go the phonecall that there was a bed free in the pre labour ward and I could go on up.
I felt like such an impostor there, everyone else was in pain or early labour an spent an average of 4 hours on the ward before being moved to the delivery rooms, I spent 2 days there. My Consultant pulled some strings and managed to get me a slot for an induction that night, so I got my first gel on Tuesday evening. Had a second on Wednesday morning and the final one on Wednesday evening. They don't give more then 3 gels in total. I was still barely 1cms gone, everytime I got a gel I had about 2 hours of pain and then nadda.
All the time I was on a trace and juniors heart rate and movements were still quite low. I was told that they would try and break my waters on Thursday morning, but they didn't have much hope for it to work and so I was fasting from Wed. 11pm just in case I had to have a section.Getting my waters broken was bad, made more so by the fact I had seen the SHO who turned up to do it, basically butcher the woman in the bed next to me the day before. After 10 tries they finally broke my waters, but I was still less then 1cm gone, I still sorta wish they were unsuccessful at breaking my waters. SO off walking for 2 hours, had a shower and a wander, and when I got back to the labour ward I was being moved to a delivery room. For some unknown reason they didn't give me an internal again but just stuck me on the drip, had that at 9am, did the full ramp up to 2:30pm, at this point my OH was going to kill someone as I wasn't allowed off the bed and was delirious with the pain.
Midwife was useless wouldn't tell us anything, kept saying we'll see. All we wanted to know was a registrar reviewing my non progression. Eventually another midwife cam in and saw the pain I was in and told me I should have the epi, even though my midwife had told me I'd have to wait. So got the epi at 2:30, used gas an air while getting it n that made me drunk and puke. Then the stupid Epi didn't take and we could hear the midwife outside saying "she's saying she still can feel pain" it sounded like she though I was lying so I had to lift myself up and move about to show I still had feeling, do she then ran off and to a top up into my line. The epi for some reason didn't take in one place so ended up using it all up and the top up and finally she ended up replacing the whole epi. From 2:30pm to 3:30pm I had the max amount of the oxy drip. Finally at 3:30 they examined me again, now they hadn't checked since 7:30am and our issue was nothing else had worked so should they not be reexamining me while I was on the drip and in the bed so they could make sure I was progressing, because the drip did bring on my womb contractions but no one was checking it was making me dilate, and since everything else hadn't worked we'd hope someone was thinking that too. Plus Juniors heart rate was dropping everytime I contracted and it was setting alarms off left right and centre, and she kept saying it was fine, but I'd been hooked up to a trace all week as he had such a low heart rate and movement in the first place that I knew the alarms and dipping that much was not good. So they examined me at 3:30pm and after those 9 hours I was only 2 cms gone. The epi had taken at this stage so I managed to doze off, I'd also been fasting since 11pm the night enforce just in case of a section and I still wasn't even allowed water at all. At 5 a reg came in and told me this was it he'd be back in 30 mins and examine me and if there wasn't significant progression I was heading to theatre and he was off to prep it in the mean time. At this stage we were relieved as I was so shattered and sore at this point. At 5:30pm he came in and somehow I'd fully dilated, so gone from 2-10 in 2 hours, so thank god I got the epi when I did! So we waited an hour and got ready to push, finally I was allowed some water so had about 3 litres of it! At 6:55 they told me to push, so on the first contraction his head came out and back in again. Then I had no contractions for 10 mins! Got 2 really quickly and got his head out on the first contraction, OH was actually down there so I could push against his hip. She told me to pant and I did and stopped pushing but he flew out! He had a very short cord so only for that he'd have fallen off he bed! So cord was cut and he was put under my vest. I also think the midwife pushed me way too hard to get the baby out that quick, think if she'd let me push slower I wouldn't have ended up with so many stitches. She then had me try to deliver the placenta, like java mine got stuck and the cord snapped due to its length, finally after about 105 min of trying the placenta popped out. I actually had to wait for 2 hours after the birth to get stitched! Anyway he was 7lbs 4 in the end and he's so tiny, but I think he's going to be an only child after that I think the short cord caused all the problems as he didn't descend at all till I was 10 cms gone.
Junior is an absolute dote and I really had a fast labour pushing wise, but the actual induction was awful, we just felt so abandoned and ignored by the midwife, we just wanted to know what the next step would be in the process, but it was like pulling teeth with her. Although the other midwives that popped in and out were lovely I just think I got a bad one!
I'm in a good bit of pain still, on Solpodine and Ponston for the next 2 weeks.
I really am besotted with junior, we were blessed with him, but I do think I'll be asking about the possibility of a section f I was to have a 2nd.0 -
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I'm adding mine too - more July drama
After a pretty straightforward pregnancy, I was admitted to hospital 2 weeks before my due date with suspected preeclampsia. I was in the pre labour ward, and have to say - it really made me question my decision to have a pretty natural birth - far too many agonised screams and cries of "I can't do it!"
After a week of endless traces and observation, they decided to induce me the day before my due date, because of my blood pressure, babys size, and a calcified placenta. So cue a week of frantic reading up on inductions!
We arrived at the hospital only to find out that there was a bed crisis and that I would have to wait for a bed. After about 6 hours of hanging around, they sent me home explaining that they might have a bed the following day. Dejected and upset, I went home.
The following day, Friday the 13th, they called me at 10:30 to come in. So hubby and I did the trip again, and went through the whole barrage of tests and traces again, only to be told again that we would need to wait for a free bed. I nearly burst into tears there and then. So, we waited and waited and waited some more. After another 4 hours I went back the desk and asked if I was going to get a bed or be sent home, because if I was to be sent home, I'd rather go now. But lo and behold,there was a bed free! (I'm still wondering if I had stayed politely in the waiting room, would they have given it to someone else?)
They gave me the gel at about 6pm, after discovering that I was 2 cm dilated. Almost immediately I started getting lots of back pain and cramping, but had no idea if that was the start of contractions, or just cramps. All i knew is that they hurt. They put me on a trace, and trying to lie on my back, and keep relatively still was agony. Of course, any time I fidgeted, the trace would lose the baby, so I was on it for almost 2 hours. Eventually,they gave me some Pethadine at 12 pm to take the edge off and I fell asleep. I woke the next morning to find that the cramps had stopped. But the docs examined me and decided that I was ready to have my waters broken, and that we just needed to wait for a free bed on the labour ward. Delighted that things were progressing, I spent hours on the birthing ball trying to help my cervix to ripen. In the afternoon, I was checked again - still 2 cms, still ok to have my waters broken. Still waiting for a bed.
Soon after, a bed became free - and as soon as they told me, I vomited - nerves, excitement, labour - who knows! So up I went, with hubby in tow, practically shaking. After another long trace and comments on my BP, the registrar finally examined me. She shook her head at the midwife. I looked at my hubby in a panic. "You're not ready yet darling, I won't be able to break your waters". I told her that the last two doctors had said I was ready, but she didn't even try. Instead, I was sent back to the ward for anothe round of gel. I was devastated, not to mention confused. The midwives on the ward were genuinely shocked to see me back so soon.
Given the cramps of the day before, I was not looking forward to another round of gel, but either it was milder, or I was better prepared, but they weren't quite as bad. The forced inactivity of the trace was still like torture though! Late that night, I was examined again - still 2 cm and still ready to have the water broken. I questioned this, and the doc said that she would have had no issues breaking my waters at all, all they needed was a free bed. So hubby was sent home, and I was given another dose of Pethadine. At 8 am, they told me a bed was free. I told them if they brought me back up there I was not leaving without my baby. They laughed at that, but i was not joking! I was terrified that they would just send me back down again. No vomiting this time though.
Hubby was not there that early, but arrived during yet another trace on the labour ward. The nurse examined me and tried to break the waters, but it didn't work. She paged for a doctor to come and have a go but while we were waiting for him, I felt a gush of liquid - I genuinely thought I had wet myself - and that was that, my waters had broken! I was never so relieved in my life! Apparently I had a lot of liquid, waters kept gushing the whole way through my long labour!
The trace showed that the baby was happy out, but the nurses were very worried about my skyrocketing blood pressure. Each check had it higher than the last, so eventually the consultant was called and they recomended the epidural ASAP, as that would bring it down. So unlike all the pregnant ladies who are kept waiting, I was given an epidural having never actually decided to have one! The anaesathist had to add another IV line, which he made a total balls of - i ended up with a big bubble on my wrist instead of a line in! I told him that I hoped he was better at the epidural than the IV, and it turned out he was, because it worked like a charm, and preceded the calmest part of my labour yet.
I was in zero pain, so just lay back and waited for my cervix to dilate, reading my book, chatting with hubby and the midwives, and even posting on Boards! My BP was back where it was supposed to be, and the baby stayed happy throughout. It took 10 hours, and the drip was up to the max, but eventually I was 10cm dilated, and the midwives told me I had to wait an hour before pushing. At this stage, I was feeling pressure on my tailbone during every contraction (which were coming string and fast according to the trace)
Then came the pushing! The midwives gave me 10 minutes 'practice pushing', and we tried a few positions. I could feel the pressure building with each contraction, so I knew when to push, and I was pushing with all of my might. After about 20 minutes, the midwife confirmed they could see the babies head and told me to give it all I had. I really, really did, but as time went on, I got more and more exhausted, and there was no progress. I swear that if the midwives had told me to 'get cross' one more time, I would have punched them. They eventually decided that i was going to need assistance and called the doctor to check me out. Of course, it took him ages to get here, so in the meantime, i had to keep pushing. I was so knackered at i was puking in between contractions. Hubby was great, incredibly supportive, but after almost 2hours of pushing, I was thoroughly sick of having my brow mopped, and being told I was doing well - I knew this baby was stuck!
Eventually the doctor came and examined me and confirmed that I would need help: they would try for forceps and if unsuccessful, go straight to a section. And that's when it got freaky. I was prepped, and my epi was topped up to the nth degree,then rushed into the theatre with approximately 10-15 people surrounding me. It didn't help that the shift had just changed so there was no familiar faces at all. Poor hubby was left out in the hall, which terrified him. With the epi at section levels I could barely move, and I definitely couldn't feel anything. They gave me something sweet to drink, which of course, made me vomit uncontrollably. So, there I was, trying to puke into a little cardboard bucket that was too high and too farback, whilst hearing the doctors mention things like episiotomy and shoulder dystocia and distress etc.. They called in the head honcho of the department, Professor Cotter, as there was shoulder dystocia and that is quite rare, and the doctors in call wanted her advice. I was frantic at this stage, because I hadn't a clue what was going on. After what seemed like an hour (and what was infact less than 5 minutes), Professor Cotter had seen all she needed to and supervised the procedures. My legs were put up into giant stirrups and pushed back close to my head. I was given a lateral episiotomy, and they told me to push as hard as I could. I opened my eyes while pushing and saw one doctor using what can only be described as barbecue tongs to tug on the baby's head, whilst another doctor was pushing with all of her weight on my abdomen. On the second tug/push/squash, her head was out, and they let hubby come in for the rest. The shoulder was delivered next with assistance, and after that it was over in an instant. She didn't make a sound for what seemed like an age, and was rushed off to an incubator - all I could see was a giant spike of hair and a bruised and bloody head. Then I heard my baby murmur for the first time and I burst into tears, and turned to my hubby who was doing the same.
Eventually, they finished stitching me up - I found out later I had a slight internal tear from the forceps and of course, the episiotomy - and they put my baby on my chest for some long awaited skin to skin. It was the most amazing moment of my life.
She's thrived ever since. I've had some setbacks, my stitches disappeared after 3 days and the wound subsequently got infected, so I ended up back in hospital when she was 4 days old.
But we're moving on, and getting used to the monumental change she has made to our lives. Anyone who doesn't believe in love at first sight has not had a child 0 -
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Funnyonion79 wrote: »So I can totally see how and why you felt the way you did. I was a big reader of books before I had DD and found that I couldn't read a book for months after she was born - I couldn't relax focus on them cos my brain was in overdrive thinking about DD all the time - is that how you felt when you couldn't sleep? Like your brain wouldn't switch off?
Anyway, glad to hear all is well. Well done Mink xxx
Thanks, yeah it is a bit like you've been in an accident and are in shock, not like that for everyone obviously but I felt like that.
When I was going through all that hormonal crap in the days after the birth, I would lay down to try to sleep and I just couldn't turn my head off no matter what I did. I was just spinning and so anxious. I've never suffered from anxiety/depression so it was quite scary as I didn't know what was happening to me. When I would drop off my whole body would jolt me awake so I was only dropping off for 30 secs at a time.
Ah, glad it's all over. I can sleep at the drop of a hat now, when little one lets me
I'd still do it all again, at least I know now if I suffer from the hormones again that it will be over in a few days0 -
My son is 8 months now so it's about time I posted my birth story be warned it's a little rough! I'm due #2 in Jan next year. Very close together so I'm crapping having another delivery the same as prev but in saying that I got through it & I'm fine now & he's worth all of it!
I was due Xmas Day 2011 & after a check up on 21st Dec they decided o was to be induced on the 27th as he was a big baby! I was happy to know the end was in sight ad I had a rough pregnancy & the SPD was so sore & I was huge at this stage, I just wanted my baby!
So I had my Xmas dinner in my Dad's & was in terrible form all day so we went home early so I could just relax, I woke at 6am on Stephens Day & the bed was soaking! I had a quick sniff just to be sure lol which my OH thought was hilarious but it had to be done! So I called the hospital & they said to come on in, I didn't have any pains what so ever! I was checked by 2 Doctors & they said that it was the back waters (try reckoned) but there was still loads of fluid around the baby! So they decided to keep me in as I was to be induced at 8am the next day. So at 9am I was walked down to the labour ward for the gel & the Doctor checked me and said he was still to high and could feel his was and said he was just too big to go natural, she said I could try but it could end up in an emergency ceserian & put baby at risk so I went for the elective section.. I was convinced all along I was gonna have a ceserian as all my family had big babies so I had my head around it (at least I thought so) I had had breakfast so I couldn't get the section until 3:30pm, I felt ok until the anesative arrived and because I had a tattoo on my spine I was refused the epidural & had to go under so my OH had to wait in the corridor outside
he was told it'd be 40 mins in total, baby would be born after 10 then 30 mins for me to come around. I was shaking uncontrollable in the theatre I was so scared & begged for my OH but they just said no. I was put out fairly quickly. My OH said 10 mins later he heard our boy whale & he was given to him & he brought back to the ward to wait for me with our boy. 4 hours later not one person had come to check on him & he didn't know what to do as it was our 1st baby, after another half an hour thinking the worst had happened to me he went looking for a midwife who told him then that there was a few complications but I was on my way up, baby was now crying for food & I wanted to feed myself.
I had woken up from the section in the worst pain I could ever imagine, I couldn't even bring myself to ask how my son was it was so bad, I just kept screaming for relief.. The doctor had given me morphine but for some reason morphine had no affect what so ever on me after 3 doses (the most they could give me) & a morphine pump that gave me little bits every 5 mins I was allowed back up to the ward still in agony. The only relief I got was because I got so dopey I was drifting in and out but it never dulled the pain, the doctors were so surprised it didn't work for me but there was nothing more they could give me! The trip to the ward was horrific as I felt everything & had to be lifted to my bed as I couldn't move myself.. I was then shown my son but nearly remember it, I couldn't feed him as I was in too much pain so my OH gave him a bottle. At about 1am I started to come around and insisted that I wanted to try feed him myself which he took to instantly I was given paracetemol suppositories which helped the pain and with help from a midwife I was able to sit up. It was the 1st time I really got to see my son and hold him.. He was born at 4:17pm and this was after 1am. I lost alot of blood but thankfully didn't need a transfusion. I bonded with him straight away he was so amazing I just couldn't stop looking at him.. I was besotted! Over the next 5 days I got more of a handle on the pain as all I took was paracetemol and everyday I was a little better. It took a good 5 weeks before I was ok enough to get into the car for a trip outside the house!
The midwives were amazing & I'm so Greatful for them & my OH was just amazing! It was only afterward he had told ne thought he'd lost me & had broken down when he saw me in so much pain but couldn't do anything.
My little boy was born 27th Dec @ 4:17pm weighing 9lb 11oz.
Thankfully the hospital have agreed to give me the epidural this time as I went through hell. There is no reason why morphine doesnt work on me, it just doesn't..
My little boy was worth it all though & I feel so lucky to have him & to have another on the way even though I'm terrified about the delivery
I'm sure this time will be grand & sure even if it's the same I know I'll get through it 0 -
Tigeress..., gulp! U poor thing i promise you when the pain relief works it's really not a bad experience. You need to insist on serious pain relief in what ever other methods they can think of. Your prepared this time - dont be frightened - you'll hopefully get the birth experience u deserve after that ordeal! 0
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Thanks DL I hope this time works out better too! They told me the only other pain relief they could do is the epidural, nothing else! I have to sign consent saying I've a chance of spinal meningitis but sure that's a possibility if you don't have a tattoo! Fingers crossed it all goes well 0
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Rachineire wrote: »Tigress, good on ya- you are some woman,I don't know if I would be brave enough to have another after that! good lord that story gave me a small fright....but you still said it was all worth it in the end so that gives me some hope haha!! The thing about the tattoo and the epidural scares me! I have a tattoo on my back on the spine, right where the epi would go in...I was told though that as long as the tattoo was more than a year old that it would be no issue...can i ask was hospital were you in as i know some hospitals/anasteologists can differ on policy!
I think it's a case by case suituation! My tattoo is 9 years old but they reused me 1st time.. I'm with Portlaoise Hospital.. I didn't mean to scare but it is very worth it Rachineire couple of weeks of pain for a lifetime of happiness! 0 -
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