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Saturday, August 27, 2011
My birth Story
Several friends of mine on facebook asked me about my birth story so I thought I would finally update my blog, and post it at the same time.
On August the sixth, I started to get frequent but sporadic mild labor pains, my midwife had warned me about pre-labor so I just chilled through them, though sleeping was non existent as they went on through the night. Come Sunday, my darling had to work and I was still having regular pre-labor, by that Monday evening I rang the birthing suite at the hospital and explained it, although I also mentioned that I was reluctant to think it was anything more than pre-labor, though they were getting more frequent.
Come Tuesday (August 9th) I had a midwife appointment, so we went in, and I explained to my ob and my midwife what had been happening, they decided to do an exam to see what (if anything) was going on. I was two centimeters dilated. So Jill (Midwife) did a stretch and sweep, and told me to go home and rest, if I hadn't gone into labor by Monday she'd call me back in (My due date was the 11th of August that Thursday). So My darling and I walked down to the KFC, had some fatty, delicious lunch, then walked to Takapuna to catch our bus home. By far the most exercise I had done since I started to look like a whale with legs. It was 2.6kms for the record, when we got home I didn't rest I sat and and played the sims instead. Until the pre-labor pains got really regular, and really painful. I rang birthing suite again, and they said to come in. So we did, unfortunately the pain stopped when we reached birthing suite. So I got sent home with a pill to help with the pain, and to wait for the pains to start again or for my waters to break. Its 12 am, August 10th by the time we get home.
So fast forward to 2am, I get up to go for a pee, and as I am crawling back into bed, placing the pillow between my legs. My waters break, I freak out, stand up and wake up my darling. He is less than happy to be awake again, so I went and stood in the bath tub, while he got dressed and called the taxi to take us back to the hospital. Contractions started while we were standing on the doorstep, but I managed not make any noise while we were in the taxi to the hospital cause I didn't wanna freak the driver out. By the time we got the hospital contractions were around ten minutes apart. The midwife made me lie down so she could do a ctg and a vaginal exam (after thirty minutes) so they could be sure I wasn't just peeing myself. That was one of the hardest bits because lying down was not what I wanted to be doing while I had contractions. The midwife went to check my waters after a half hour was up, and got her arm soaked for her efforts. I requested pain relief and got told that at this stage (I was 5cm dilated) I could get into the pool or have pethitine I choose to the have pool because you can't have pethine and then the pool, and I wanted to cover all my bases. Also, if the water helped then I wouldn't need the pethine.
The water did help, and it also calmed m e down allowing me to relax through my contractions. I stayed in the pool for about an hour, until my body started to push on its own. Then I got out and requested pethine and an anti nausea to help with the side effects. The pethine took the edge off a bit and after another vaginal exam (I was now 9cms) I took to squatting on my knees, with my arms out in front of me on a chair and going through my prayers and talking to God every time I had a contraction. I was confident that God never gave us more than we could handle and accordingly I could do this. Thanks to that I had a nearly a silent lead up to the pushing bit. Its amazing how the faith I got taught through school came out so strongly during my labor. I got the gas for about five minutes, as by now the pethine had worn off.
Then at about 8am, the midwife got me back on the bed to push in earnest. With no pain relief, as the gas only stays in your system about two minutes and it was distracting me. This is where it gets a little blurry, all I really remember clearly is reaching down to touch my lady bits and feeling his head sticking out. It was gross. It was fairly easy labor, apart from the fact that his shoulders (which should slide out in one push after his head is out) got stuck and as the midwife was about to call for back up, my midwife came in and saved the day. I was screaming that I couldn't do it anymore and that they should get the vac cause I wasn't doing it. Now that I think about it the vac probably wouldn't have helped much as his head was out. Finally he was all out at 8.44am August tenth 2011.
My darling had wanted to cut the cord, but as Charles wasn't breathing the Midwives whisked him away, but by the time they reached the table he was screaming. All was well, and Charles Francis Hudson had be born.
I only had four stitches, and those with internally in my lady bits. Most likely from where his head got stuck.
Unfortunately, Charles did a bad latch on his first breast feed which made breastfeeding really difficult for the first week, and now I'm too scared to feed without a shield on. But he feeds well, and sleeps 5+ hours a night.
On August the sixth, I started to get frequent but sporadic mild labor pains, my midwife had warned me about pre-labor so I just chilled through them, though sleeping was non existent as they went on through the night. Come Sunday, my darling had to work and I was still having regular pre-labor, by that Monday evening I rang the birthing suite at the hospital and explained it, although I also mentioned that I was reluctant to think it was anything more than pre-labor, though they were getting more frequent.
Come Tuesday (August 9th) I had a midwife appointment, so we went in, and I explained to my ob and my midwife what had been happening, they decided to do an exam to see what (if anything) was going on. I was two centimeters dilated. So Jill (Midwife) did a stretch and sweep, and told me to go home and rest, if I hadn't gone into labor by Monday she'd call me back in (My due date was the 11th of August that Thursday). So My darling and I walked down to the KFC, had some fatty, delicious lunch, then walked to Takapuna to catch our bus home. By far the most exercise I had done since I started to look like a whale with legs. It was 2.6kms for the record, when we got home I didn't rest I sat and and played the sims instead. Until the pre-labor pains got really regular, and really painful. I rang birthing suite again, and they said to come in. So we did, unfortunately the pain stopped when we reached birthing suite. So I got sent home with a pill to help with the pain, and to wait for the pains to start again or for my waters to break. Its 12 am, August 10th by the time we get home.
So fast forward to 2am, I get up to go for a pee, and as I am crawling back into bed, placing the pillow between my legs. My waters break, I freak out, stand up and wake up my darling. He is less than happy to be awake again, so I went and stood in the bath tub, while he got dressed and called the taxi to take us back to the hospital. Contractions started while we were standing on the doorstep, but I managed not make any noise while we were in the taxi to the hospital cause I didn't wanna freak the driver out. By the time we got the hospital contractions were around ten minutes apart. The midwife made me lie down so she could do a ctg and a vaginal exam (after thirty minutes) so they could be sure I wasn't just peeing myself. That was one of the hardest bits because lying down was not what I wanted to be doing while I had contractions. The midwife went to check my waters after a half hour was up, and got her arm soaked for her efforts. I requested pain relief and got told that at this stage (I was 5cm dilated) I could get into the pool or have pethitine I choose to the have pool because you can't have pethine and then the pool, and I wanted to cover all my bases. Also, if the water helped then I wouldn't need the pethine.
The water did help, and it also calmed m e down allowing me to relax through my contractions. I stayed in the pool for about an hour, until my body started to push on its own. Then I got out and requested pethine and an anti nausea to help with the side effects. The pethine took the edge off a bit and after another vaginal exam (I was now 9cms) I took to squatting on my knees, with my arms out in front of me on a chair and going through my prayers and talking to God every time I had a contraction. I was confident that God never gave us more than we could handle and accordingly I could do this. Thanks to that I had a nearly a silent lead up to the pushing bit. Its amazing how the faith I got taught through school came out so strongly during my labor. I got the gas for about five minutes, as by now the pethine had worn off.
Then at about 8am, the midwife got me back on the bed to push in earnest. With no pain relief, as the gas only stays in your system about two minutes and it was distracting me. This is where it gets a little blurry, all I really remember clearly is reaching down to touch my lady bits and feeling his head sticking out. It was gross. It was fairly easy labor, apart from the fact that his shoulders (which should slide out in one push after his head is out) got stuck and as the midwife was about to call for back up, my midwife came in and saved the day. I was screaming that I couldn't do it anymore and that they should get the vac cause I wasn't doing it. Now that I think about it the vac probably wouldn't have helped much as his head was out. Finally he was all out at 8.44am August tenth 2011.
My darling had wanted to cut the cord, but as Charles wasn't breathing the Midwives whisked him away, but by the time they reached the table he was screaming. All was well, and Charles Francis Hudson had be born.
I only had four stitches, and those with internally in my lady bits. Most likely from where his head got stuck.
Unfortunately, Charles did a bad latch on his first breast feed which made breastfeeding really difficult for the first week, and now I'm too scared to feed without a shield on. But he feeds well, and sleeps 5+ hours a night.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tonight was by the far the scariest night of my life. It started with me standing up, and hello moisture down there. Lots and lots of moisture down there, enough to soak my knickers and my tights. I popped a pad in and called the women's assessment unit, who promptly told me to come up. So I did, they told me they suspected I was leaking my amniotic fluid. I thought I was going to have to call my husband and tell him I was having the baby tonight. With only a 50% chance of survival of my beautiful boy. Needless to say I was scared. I wanted to ring Matthew home straight away. I still do, I'm still freaked.
At least my boy is moving around and being healthy. Though I want my husband here. I'm not leaking fluid, its thrush, which is weird because thrush generally isn't clear. I'm still a mess, shaking, crying and cold. I want my husband and I want him now. My boy is being an endless comfort to me, and I have had nothing but kicks and nudges for the last ten or so minutes.
I'm going to have a shower, and calm down.
At least my boy is moving around and being healthy. Though I want my husband here. I'm not leaking fluid, its thrush, which is weird because thrush generally isn't clear. I'm still a mess, shaking, crying and cold. I want my husband and I want him now. My boy is being an endless comfort to me, and I have had nothing but kicks and nudges for the last ten or so minutes.
I'm going to have a shower, and calm down.
Friday, April 29, 2011
I held a newborn today. When I say newborn I mean a three week old, still newborn in my books. He was beyond cute. He had the tiniest fingers, and had SO MUCH hair. On his head, like where an adults hair grows. It was amazing. I probably found it more amazing because I was bald till I was two, and then was never really good at keeping my hair, to this day it falls out in bucket loads. My husband once found one of my hair's on his tooth brush, which lives in a plastic bag, in his going away bag. I have never even seen my husbands tooth brush, generally because we have only just broken the toilet rule (you know the whole if he's in there, your out here). Even then that rule was broken by accident). I found one of my hairs in the cheese in the fridge. They literally get everywhere. I wish I was joking, my husbands spotless uniform goes to work with my hair covering it like a fur coat because he had half asleep wife cuddles before he left for work. His teddy bear (which he totally doesn't sleep with -snort-) which I am never allowed near because of my teddy bear stealing tendencies, is partially ginger from my hair. Which leaves me with the question, how on earth do I possibly have any hair left on my head? Seriously, I run my fingers through my hair and out comes handfuls of loose hair, which promptly get wiped on my husbands back, or dropped on the floor, which has a ginger coat due to our lack of vacumn (C'mon we have a box, there is literally to feet to vacumn). Either the way, the places my hair gets is extraordinary, unsantiary and where does it all come from?!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I got back from the doctors who share my care and they wanted to talk about the rules.
I have a condition, one that the can't (despite years of study) work out what it is. It makes me black out, fall to the floor and twitch. However it is not epilepsy. Definitely not epilepsy trust me. Anyway, so while they don't know what it is I can't drive (fair enough), am allowed to work (shame people won't hire me, and you have to tell them its a legal requirement) and have issues being pregnant.
My family gave me endless sh*te, saying it was irresponsible and selfish to even think about having a baby now. While I see there point, when I first started having these turns I stopped my life waiting for it to get fixed. Then reality hit, I shouldn't be putting my life on hold, it could take years (funnily enough it has) so I went to uni, and did things I wanted to do, which included getting pregnant. My husband and I agreed not to wait because as evidence showed it could take years and never go away.
Anyway, I went to the doctors and they told me when Baby come I am on epilepsy rules, which means that I can't walk with my baby, bath my baby (without my husband there) and I can't hold the baby unless I am sitting down, and I have to push my baby in the pushchair when I am home.
I understand all these rules, what I don't understand is how I am going to do it. My husband is in the navy, and goes away for long periods of time. My parents work full time and live in another town, same with mother-in-law and father-in-law. I can't get government help because my condition doesn't have a name.
Wahhh! *has crying jag*
I have a condition, one that the can't (despite years of study) work out what it is. It makes me black out, fall to the floor and twitch. However it is not epilepsy. Definitely not epilepsy trust me. Anyway, so while they don't know what it is I can't drive (fair enough), am allowed to work (shame people won't hire me, and you have to tell them its a legal requirement) and have issues being pregnant.
My family gave me endless sh*te, saying it was irresponsible and selfish to even think about having a baby now. While I see there point, when I first started having these turns I stopped my life waiting for it to get fixed. Then reality hit, I shouldn't be putting my life on hold, it could take years (funnily enough it has) so I went to uni, and did things I wanted to do, which included getting pregnant. My husband and I agreed not to wait because as evidence showed it could take years and never go away.
Anyway, I went to the doctors and they told me when Baby come I am on epilepsy rules, which means that I can't walk with my baby, bath my baby (without my husband there) and I can't hold the baby unless I am sitting down, and I have to push my baby in the pushchair when I am home.
I understand all these rules, what I don't understand is how I am going to do it. My husband is in the navy, and goes away for long periods of time. My parents work full time and live in another town, same with mother-in-law and father-in-law. I can't get government help because my condition doesn't have a name.
Wahhh! *has crying jag*
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The world hates me. Yes, I realize I am supposed to be cleaning, in my defense I got all the garbage together and went to take it to the bin, only to find the bin is gone. Doesn't exist anymore. So I took the garbage filled bags back to our house/box. On to the laundry, I found all the towels and piled them into the washing basket,a and put on a load of knickers and pants.
I opened the drier to take the sheets out, only to find the lingering smell of damp. Apparently, my darling forgot to put the drier back on when he got his uniform out the other week. Rargh!
So I am stuck. Also in a bit of pain. Beware TMI bit coming right up!
Just now when I went to go pee, it was incredibly painful, it didn't hurt to pee but my entire under bit began to sting once I was done. SO (once more TMI I am sorry!) when I wiped, I had a quick look and there was blood, to accompany to the stinging. I'm already on 2 different antibiotics for an infected ingrown toenail, and to accompany that I also have thrush. Gee, I am so happy right now.
I opened the drier to take the sheets out, only to find the lingering smell of damp. Apparently, my darling forgot to put the drier back on when he got his uniform out the other week. Rargh!
So I am stuck. Also in a bit of pain. Beware TMI bit coming right up!
Just now when I went to go pee, it was incredibly painful, it didn't hurt to pee but my entire under bit began to sting once I was done. SO (once more TMI I am sorry!) when I wiped, I had a quick look and there was blood, to accompany to the stinging. I'm already on 2 different antibiotics for an infected ingrown toenail, and to accompany that I also have thrush. Gee, I am so happy right now.
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