My birth story: 9th May 2014

Baby day! It’s here! It’s finally arrived and I can’t believe it!

Today was the day my bump turned into my baby – I would get to meet the little new life that has grown inside of me for the past 38 weeks and a day!

And what a bump it was…

38 and 1 dayAs I was having a planned c-section I had to be at the hospital for 8am, so this meant saying goodbye to the boys the night before so that they could stay with Nana and Grandad, who would be taking them to school and looking after them for a few days.

Getting to hospital was a straight forward drive and, for once, we got parked on the hospital car park without driving around hunting for a space for 20 minutes!

I had to go to the delivery suite to be booked in and to start my sliding scale ready for my afternoon operation. The sliding scale is to do with the diabetes – it’s a drip which maintains your blood sugar levels – so one cannula in one hand with a glucose solution, and another in the other hand with insulin.

To be honest, waiting all morning is boring…exciting, but boring! And I knew all the time that the moment for the cannulas was getting closer and closer! 

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Seeing the delivery bed made the day seem real. It’s strange going in for a planned section – no waters to break, no contractions, no labour…but I knew that by the evening I would have our baby! And this would be the bed in which we would be having our first cuddles!

I don’t know really why I had to be there at 8am, because it was at least 9am when a midwife finally got around to seeing me…

So much paperwork and form filling…

So much time they have to spend filling out reports…

But eventually the time came for the came for something to happen…and I was handed a beautiful hospital gown to put on!

2014-05-09 11.39.33I was hooked up to a monitor for baby’s heartbeat and movements to be looked at and listened to…and even though I could feel baby moving, there is always something magical about hearing its little heart beating! And I just love the traces that the machines give, seeing every little wriggle and movement, every little heartbeat on paper…

2014-05-09 14.05.18And then it was time to face my fears – the thing I had been dreading most about my whole birth experience – the cannulas.

I knew I needed two…

I knew they had to be done…

But I wasn’t ready…

I warned the midwife about my fears and previous experiences…

She assured me it would be ok…

Even though the veins in my hand looked a no go, she saw a vein in my wrist…

My hubby held my hand – he held me tight…

She put the tourniquet on my arm…

She got everything ready…

She made an attempt in my wrist…

I squeezed my hubby’s hand tightly…

But she failed…

And it hurt….it REALLY hurt.

So the doctor came.

She assured me she would be able to succeed…

She set up to put a cannula in my other wrist…

I held my hubby’s hand…I squeezed it with all my might…

She put it in…

And it hurt…it REALLY hurt…my vein shut down with my fears…

She failed.

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Bruised and in pain the doctor eventually got the cannula into my ‘inner elbow’ where my arm bends. Not ideal to be able to hold my baby when he or she came… but it was in. And they decided to put a splitter in so the 2 drips could run from the one cannula.

Now I just had to wait…

and wait…

and wait!

I was to be first on the afternoon list, due to go in around 2pm for my section.

Doctors came and went. The anesthetist came and went. My midwife monitored me and chatted…all ready for 2pm… and she would come to theatre with me!

But then the news came…they had an emergency to go in first… and the surgeons hadn’t had lunch (bad planning if you ask me!).

So at around 2.50pm I was finally called for…it was time to meet my baby…time for my section.

I walked down to theatre, holding my gown together at the back so I didn’t flash anyone…

I walked to the anaesthetic room, where I was told I needed another cannula…but Luke wasn’t here… he was getting changed into scrubs…I had to be brave…

This time the cannula went in easily. I was ready to go into theatre. There was the familiar face of my midwife… and also my consultant who I had seen all throughout my pregnancy in the diabetic clinic. She would be assisting the surgery.

The theatre was full of people…surgeons, midwives, anesthetists, people for the baby..and my Luke, my hubby, there to support me.

I sat on the bed as instructed ready for the epidural. People telling me what was happening, what I had to do.

I bent over, with my legs on a chair, exposing the best part of my back for the needle whilst the anesthetists pressed and pushed looking for the best place to insert it. One of the team stood in front of me, calming me, holding my shoulders, keeping me still. And they tried to get it in…but it hurt…they pushed and it hurt…the pushed and it hurt…my hearing went funny, I was hot, dizzy, fainting…

They pulled it out and, as I was told by my hubby afterwards, the needle was bent.

They tried again – deep breaths, keep still, it will be ok….

But it hurt, it wasn’t right…my hearing went, I started to sweat… I started to faint.

They stopped.

40 minutes of trying to put the needle in…

And the main anesthetist told me straight…

If they couldn’t do it they’d put me under…

I didn’t want that…I didn’t want that at all…

I cried…I cried and cried…I held Luke’s hand and I cried…

This was horrible…

Not like the other 2 times…

This wasn’t nice…

I wanted it over…I wanted my baby and I wanted it over…

So they tried again…one last time…

And it worked…it was in…

My legs went hot, and numb…

I laid round on the table ready for the operation, ready to meet my baby.

A sheet went up in front of me to act as a screen…my hands placed high on my chest gripping tightly onto Luke…

And I waited, and waited for my baby…

‘It’s a girl’…were the words I heard as my daughter was whipped from me to the resuscitation table. She wasn’t breathing…

The minutes felt like hours… she hadn’t cried…what was wrong? Was she ok?

And then the cry came…and the midwife asked if Luke would like to trim the cord.

He disappeared round the screen…and appeared moments later with our daughter…with Martha!

And she was perfect!

I cuddled and cuddled her skin to skin as the surgeons finished off and put me back together.

I cuddled and cuddled her skin to skin as we were wheeled into recovery.

My amazing daughter.

And as she began to root, I fed her for the first time. Less than half an hour since she had been born and I was feeding my baby.

This had never happened before – neither of my boys had been ready to feed, they both needed special care…but she latched on straight away and fed!

As we were wheeled back to our delivery room she fed.

As we phoned the boys to tell them they had a sister she fed.

The boys screamed down the phone – they had the sister they wanted…and within an hour they were with us meeting their little sister, Martha, for the first time.

A LOT of pain, tears, fear…but I had the daughter I longed for.

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My family is complete x

 

 

3 thoughts on “My birth story: 9th May 2014

    • Thanks for taking the time to read my post! You’re right…it was horrid at times…but the end result is perfect x

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