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Summer - the labour **WARNING GROSS DETAILS**

Summer is 6 days old.
Sorry this is a bit late but it has been one hell of a week.
Well i went into labour finally on Thursday morning at 6.30. I spent the whole day having contractions. They started to slow down early afternoon so me and my hubby went for a long walk to keep things going.
By about 6-7pm the contractions were about 7 minutes apart so i decided to make my way to my mums house as she lives just down the road from the hospital. The contractions seemed to stay put at 7 minutes apart although the pain was increasing. It was all in my back which is a bit odd. It got so bad that i could barely stand it. They then got to about 5 minutes apart by midnight so we decided to call the hospital. They usually only admit you when they are 3 minutes apart so we had to make it clear that the pain was now unbearable. So my brother drove me, Phil and my mum to the hospital (my mum was my backup birthing partner).
We were put in a room and about 6 hours later i realised i still had not been offered any drugs!!! Turns out the deliver suit was fully booked with emergancies and people coming in after me were actually being turned away!! The pain became so bad that i started to hyperventilate which was very frightening as i just could not breath and could not calm myself down. They decided as i was only 5cm dilated that i should have pethadine. This did absolutely nothing for the pain. All it seemed to do was make me very sick, i could not stop throwing up the whole way through the labour.
By early morning the pains were coming every minute but i was still only 5cm dilated so still had a long way to go. The pain in my back got even worse and we discovered that the baby was back to back which means although she was head down she was facing the wrong way. So i had to lay on my left side and try to get her to turn. By this point the anaethasist was called and i had an epidural (THE MOST WONDERFUL DRUG IN THE WORLD). This completely took away the pain and the feeling in my left leg!
I managed to get in an hours sleep and then the day shift midwife came in and checked me over. My waters still hadn't broken so they tried to break them. There was looks of concern at this point as they were having trouble. After calling in the doctor to take a look at me it turned out they had broken my waters but nothing had come out... they were not that concerned my that but more about the amount of blood i was losing. After more examinations and discussion we discovered this was simply down to two biopsies i had had previously down there. Aparently scar tissue bleeds in a different way.
Baby was still back to back and there was no sign of movement. They put a monitor on my tummy to try and keep track of the baby's heart rate but she kept moving and it proved difficult so they put a monitor inside me and attached it to the baby's head.
This whole time my mum and husband had been amazing at keeping me calm and making sure i had everything i needed. Phil even started crying at one point because he could not bear to see me in so much pain, in a sick way it was quite heartwarming that he cares about me so much.
After quite a few more hours the monitor started jumping around a bit and the midwife suspected it meant i was fully dilated and ready to push but after the epidural and god knows how many top-ups i couldn't feel it. She gave me an hour to rest up before we began pushing.
So the pushing... as i had no feeling i had to watch the baby's heart rate on the monitor and wait for it to go to a certain number and push as hard as i could. Each time i got these contractions i got in about 3 or 4 pushes before the contraction finished. Then the contractions started to die down so they hooked me up to a hormone drip to get them going again. After 2 1/2 hours pushing i started to get very sleepy and even more sick. It seemed as the baby was facing the wrong way her head was getting stuck under my pelvic bone. We simply couldn't get her out. So the doctor was called.
She came in and as quick as a flash they put up some styrups to see if that helped but it didn't. Then she told me that they were going to try forceps but the baby's heart rate was getting dangerously high so they would do this in theatre and if this did not work they would do a C section immediately...
Within 5 minutes i was being rushed on a trolly to the operating table. By this point i was crying my eyes out as i just wasn't prepared for a C section and was terrified (more for the baby than me though). In theatre they gave me a general anaesthetic so i had no feeling from my chest to my toes. In went teh forceps and i pushed when i was told to push. I have never tried so hard at something in all my life as i was determined she was coming out this way and not through my tummy. The doctor then informed me i needed an apesiotomy (to be cut). Phil looked up just at the wrong time and saw them do it and decided to start telling me about the amount of blood there was which was really helpful!
Then i heard a couple of people say "ah look at those chubby cheeks" and i realised she was out. I looked over to phil and saw the tears in his eyes and the look of utter amazement. Then the feeling of complete relief when i heard a baby crying. They layed her on me and i just started to cry again. How amazing and i won't even try to begin explaining that feeling as i just can't. Its very unique and it has to be experienced to be believed. I was then another 45 minutes in the room getting stitched up.
My baby was born and i was a mummy. I simply didn't care about anything else.
So she was born on saturday the 15th Sept at 3.45pm and weighed a whopping 8lb 13oz.
Next week i will tell you all about how the recovery went and how i coped taking my baby home. I would type it up now but i think that will do for this installment.
See you next week - Proud mum
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