Before I start, let me just tell you that for 9 months, everyone told me how bad child birth is and pretty much tried to scare me about it all the time... But from my experience, it's really not as bad as people make it out to be. Just like people will scare you about taking care of a baby and it's actually not that bad either, but that's a subject for a different blog post.
So, today, I'm telling you ladies about my birth story in the hope it will make some of you soon-to-be mummies feel at least a little more relaxed about giving birth. I sure know I could have done with reading a nice birth story instead of all those scary ones that made me panic for 9 months.
I found out I was pregnant in early 2016, meaning that my baby boy was due to be born on 11th September... However, he was 3 days late. My contractions started 36 hours before I actually went into hospital. I couldn't sleep and I pretty much had no appetite for those 36 hours. I was always in contact with the midwives at the Delivery Suite of my local hospital throughout those 36 hours, once the contractions became 5 minutes apart, I was finally told to make my way to the hospital. By this point, I was stressing out making sure I had everything in my maternity bag but soon enough, we were out of the house.
I was given my own room as soon as we got to the Delivery Suite... Let me tell you though, it was absolutely freezing in there. I was assigned a midwife that literally stayed with me throughout the whole day, she kept checking my blood pressure and keeping on top of my anti biotics (I had Group B Strep so I had to be on anti biotics throughout labor to reduce the risks of baby getting it during labor).
14th September 2016
6am-------- We arrived at the hospital, I got changed, laid on the bed and was finally allowed gas and air. The gas and air helped a lot with the pains. It did make me super dozed out, and it was hard to pay attention after a few puffs (towards the end of each contraction) but that was good because it allowed me to sleep for a few minutes here and there. I was 4cm (or 5cm I can't remember) dilated when we got to the hospital.
9am-------- I was given my first dose of anti biotics due to Group B Strep. These were given to me through a tube that they put through the veins in my hand (may sound stupid but the pain of this tube in my hand was worse than the contractions and actual labor pain). I was 6cm dilated by this point.
12pm-1pm------- My partner literally went out for 15 minutes to get something to eat and by the time he came back, I was fully dilated and begging for the epidural (I was the one that always said I would do everything naturally with just gas and air... hahaha... NO). I was always super scared of the epidural but it's the best thing ever. I had no pain at all when they put the epidural in, the doctor that did it was super nice as well which made things better and more relaxing. Soon enough, I couldn't feel anything and kept peeing myself through a catheter.
3.30pm------- Once again exciting things only happen when my partner was out of the room. He went out to go and get his mother and sister to see me for 5 minutes and by the time they all came back, the midwife had broken my waters with a little hook (didn't hurt or anything but was the weirdest sensation ever, like a water balloon just popped in there and gushing out like a pierced paddling pool). By this point, the midwife told me we would start pushing in the next hour.
4.15pm------ My body got impatient so I started pushing. Never did I think hearing someone say ''I can see a head down here'' would be so relieving yet, panicking.
4.30pm----- The midwife asked a second midwife to come in the room for assistance. I was given a handle on each side of the bed to hold on to while pushing (probably so I wouldn't break my partner's hand).
4.50pm----- The final two pushes were the worst... I wouldn't say painful but quite sore. The last push for the head to come out was the sorest for me (but that might be because I pushed a head and a hand out at the same time... Guess I won't know until next time). The only push to get the body out was more effortless even though still sore, but sooooooo relieving.
4.52pm----- And finally our little boy was finally here.
They put my little boy straight on to me and my partner cut the cord while he was still on top of me. Also, while he was on my chest, the midwife injected something into my thigh for me to deliver the placenta. The delivery of the placenta is something I can't explain, words can't really describe it, it's just super strange.
Shortly after that I had to go into theater to be sewn up because I had a third degree tear. All the surgeons that were in the room were super lovely. As soon as I was told I had a tear and needed stitches I felt super nervous, and as soon as I went into theater and saw 6 young male surgeons waiting for me, I got really anxious and embarrassed and what not... But only for 5 minutes. The surgeons were all having a laugh and trying to make me laugh through the whole thing. I had one surgeon stitching me with the assistance of a few others and I had one at my head talking to me the whole time so I wouldn't pay attention to what was happening down there. I was in theater for about 30 minutes and then was sent to a recovery room for 20 minutes with a doctor in there that kept checking my blood pressure and the feeling in my legs.
After that, I was able to go back to the room I gave birth in, my partner was still in there with our little boy and then I was taken on to the ward with other mums and babies in there. It was surprisingly quiet.
Like I said at the beginning, people always tried to put me off about the whole birthing scene but it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was a lot better than I imagine. In my head, I was thinking that if I wanted the epidural it wouldn't work and if I needed stitches it would be scary and painful and it was nothing like that, but I based it on what everyone around me told me and things I read on online forums. People always said ''once you have the first one, labor will put you off it so much that you won't want another one) but for me that really isn't the case. Giving birth was amazing and it certainly did not put me off wanting more children, in fact, it was so much better than what I expected that it actually did the opposite of putting me off. Either way, next time I can base my thoughts on my own experience and not what everyone else tells me.
So, if you're pregnant and panicking about giving birth or even if you're thinking about trying for a baby but are too scared because of everything you have heard about labor, I hope this post helps you.