….We arrived at the hospital and were shown to our bed, no private room for induction ladies, instead a 3 bed ward until everything gets going.
I was seen straight away and had a Propess inserted for 24hrs. This is a pessary containing dinoprostone, a chemical which helps soften & open the cervix. Within half an hour I was getting period pain type feelings and by the end of the day full blown contractions.
I was determined to get this labour going as I didn’t want the Syntocinon drip, this is a hormone they give you to bring on contractions, so I spent most of the day wandering the corridors, climbing stairs and bouncing on birthing balls.
The next morning, after a sleepless, contraction filled night, the Propess was removed and I was examined.
Good news, my cervix was dilated enough that they would be able to artificially rupture my membranes or as it’s more commonly known, break my waters.
Bad news, they were very busy so I would have to wait.
Cue more walking corridors, climbing stairs and bouncing on birthing balls.
By 5pm that evening there was still no sign of me having my waters broken anytime soon and the contractions I’d been having for 2 days were starting to wear off. By this point I was pissed off. I’d (wo)manned through 2 days of contractions for absolutely nothing, was exhausted from lack of sleep and it looked unlikely they would be broken that evening. I just wanted it all to get moving so I could see my little man at the end of it all.
Around 11pm that evening with my contractions nowhere to be seen we were sat in the family room watching tv. I’d told Ant to stay with me that night as I was hoping they may eventually get around to breaking my waters and wanted him there to hold my hand. I got on my high horse and started to have a long rant about how ridiculous it was that they had wasted my natural contractions and how pissed off I would be if when they broke my waters they didn’t start again and I’d have to be on a drip to get them going.
After about 50 minutes of ranting Luca had clearly heard enough and this strange uncomfortable contraction type pain had me shoot of the sofa in shock. As I jumped up my waters broke.
The midwife took me back to my bed to hook me up to the foetal heart rate monitor. Now labour had started (even though it wasn’t active labour) I would have to be continuously monitored to ensure baby wasn’t getting distressed, which is quite common in induced babies.
After 10 minutes the midwife decided to move me to a private room as my contractions were getting strong again. I was then examined and declared to 3cms dilated. As I wasn’t in active labour at this point it would be another 4 hours before I was examined again. I was prepared for the slow countdown to birth.
By this time my mum had arrived and Ant decided to go move the car to a long stay car park, after all we could be there a while. Within the 15 minutes he left a LOT happened. I went from coping with my contractions with no pain relief to being in absolute agony. I couldn’t get comfy, when I stood my legs gave way on me, when I lay down it was too painful. The gas and air was doing absolutely nothing to take the pain away and all the midwife kept saying to me was “You are in so much pain because your baby is back to back”. I remember telling her that I knew I’d never had a baby before but I was sure something wasn’t right. In the end she offered me an epidural as that would be the only thing that would take the pain away. I agreed.
At this point my mum jumped in. She knew I had been adamant I would never have an epidural for lots of personal beliefs and reasons. She told the midwife to check me again as I wasn’t a wuss. The midwife said no and went to get the anaesthetist. Ant arrived back and was shocked to see his well held together fiancée now an absolute wreck in such a short space of time. I couldn’t even talk to him to tell him what was wrong I was in so much pain.
The anaesthetist came in and talked me through the epidural, I have no recollection of anything she said to me, I was so wrapped up in the pain. The only thing I do remember is her telling the midwife there was no way she would be able to give me one as I couldn’t keep still.
Now my mum was getting annoyed. She quite plainly told the midwife she would examine me again as there was something not right and she knew me better than anyone and she knew I wasn’t just being a wuss.
The midwife agreed and I hauled myself back onto the bed. She examined me, just 20 minutes after my initial examination and found I was 10cms dilated and ready to rock and roll. I had been in so much pain because I was fighting my body trying to give birth, not because my child was back to back. The midwife then said to me “Your 10cms, what do you want to do?” I had got myself in a complete flap by this point and her stupid question did nothing to make me feel any better. What the f**k did she mean what do I want to do?
My initial midwife who’d looked after me since my induction, Leslie, came into the room just at the right time. She had seen the anaesthetist leave and wanted to check everything was ok. She gave me back the gas and air and told me to continuously breath it, not stop between contractions. After a few good lungfuls I felt my body physically relax, I had been so tense as I was in such a panic. As soon as my body relaxed nature took over and I pushed without even asking my body to. After about 20 minutes of pushing Luca’s heart rate fell and they rushed in an obstetrician with some forceps to give me a hand. They also wanted to give me an episiotomy. Luckily my midwife knew me quite well by this point and knew forceps or a cesarean were my worst nightmare. She told them to give me 5 more minutes and I was given the anaesthetic in preparation for an episiotomy.
I was determined that I could do this without the assistance of forceps, after all this is what my body is designed to do. After a few more huge pushes on my part he made his miraculous entrance into the world.
Despite the circumstances of induction, which I hadn’t wanted, I got as close to my dream birth as possible.
Thanks to my amazing midwife Leslie, I gave birth to my beautiful 7lb 8oz baby boy at 1:45pm, just 1hr and 55mins after my waters broke without any further intervention.
He was quite as a mouse and when they placed him on my chest he just stared into my eyes. I’m not gonna lie, I was shocked that I didn’t cry when he lay there all perfect. After all I’d been an emotional wreck the whole way through my pregnancy. I’m not sure if it was the shock of such a fast labour, the relief it was over and I hadn’t had the dreaded forceps or the unfathomable realisation I was now a mummy. But despite the lack of tears I have never been so overcome with love for anything. He was perfect and he was mine.
.Unfortunately I sustained a 3rd degree tear. A 3rd degree tear is a more severe type of tear that involves vaginal tissue, perineal skin and perineal muscle. Therefore I had to be taken down to theatre to be stitched.
Instead of putting me under general anaesthetic they gave me an epidural so despite my attempt for no pain relief I had it in the end anyway.
After the surgery I was fit with a catheter so had to stay in for 2 more nights, but we eventually got to take our beautiful little boy home….