This blog post is my story about all three of my children’s birth stories. There is some graphic content, and I’m brutally honest. Therefore, if you’ll looking for someone to tell you that after labour you forget the pain, don’t read on. This blog isn’t a place that you’ll ever hear those words. The pain was the worst I’ve ever felt, I’ll never forget it, but what I can tell you is that every single second of that pain is worth it once you’ve got your little one in your arms and you look at your precious and beautiful baby.
Baby One – Dennis
I was eighteen when I was pregnant with my first child. We were so excited, but just like every other first time parents, but we were also very nervous. We found out in my third trimester that I had a condition called Obstetric Cholestasis. It’s a liver disease that only happens in pregnancy and usually goes away within a few days after delivery. Obstetric Cholestasis may increase the risks for fetal distress, preterm birth, or stillbirth so you can imagine the panic set in with this news. The hospital monitored me; I had to go into the hospital twice a week for blood tests and have a CTG so they could monitor my babies heartbeat. I also had to have an extra ultrasound scan. This scan picture was taken seven weeks before he was born, it’s so cute as you can even see his tongue sticking out.
I was eight days over my due date, and I was booked to be induced on the 6th. On the 4th of June 2005 at 2 am, my contractions started, they were 6 minutes apart. I phoned the hospital, but they didn’t want me to go in until my contractions were closer together. They advised me to have a bath, I did, but it didn’t help much. I felt like I was being ripped apart every 6 minutes, so another soak-in-the-bath defiantly didn’t help…
My mother was over at the time, at 6 am she dragged me to a local car boot. She said walking would hurry everything up! She was right, but, ouch! It was incredibly hard to walk at all but even harder on an uneven grassy field. I can laugh about it now but believe me, but I couldn’t back then. Every so often I would double over with an intense contraction. People would ask if I was okay, my mother would say, ‘Yeah, she’s fine, she’s just in labour’. They couldn’t believe it! A lot of them offered me any baby things they had for free. We left the car boot with a few bags of clothes, changing mat and a few toys and books. Most of them remembered all too well how it felt to be in labour, so they had sympathy for me. 🙂
No More Baths!!!
We went home and had more baths than I can remember. I’m shocked I didn’t become a mermaid. We got so desperate that I called the hospital again and begged to come in. They still didn’t want me to go in. It was funny, halfway through that phone conversation I had a contraction and dropped my mobile in the bath. At the time I had a camera flip phone. I grabbed it out and luckily it was fine. I think I had that phone for another year after that.
The next day, on the 5th, my contractions were still 6 minutes apart, but my mother took me to the hospital anyway. They put me in a room and broke my waters to hurry things up. They attached me to a CTG to keep an eye on my son’s heartbeat. My midwife told me that my son was back to back, that meant it was going to be more painful. I asked for an epidural and was told that I would have to wait until I was further along. The midwife gave me gas and air so I concentrated on taking deep breathes in and out. It did help me a little, but I still felt the pain I was in, it just meant I didn’t care about it hurting. I did hate how ‘out of it’ I felt though, and I felt a bit disconnected from the whole experience.
All night I’d doze off in between each contraction, but as they were now 4 minutes apart, I couldn’t get much sleep. I asked about my epidural, but they told me that my son would be here in the next hour, so it was too late. I was upset as I’d arrived at the hospital in time, but what can you do?
Twenty minutes later I felt the strong urge to push. The midwife told me to go on my all fours which hurt a lot more, so I lay on my back. After half an hour of being in full blown labour, my son was born. They put him on my chest for a few minutes while they cut his umbilical cord then rushed him away to check him out. I had been in labour with my son for two days. He weighed 8 lbs 4 1/2 ounces and was born at 8:41 am on the 6th of June 2005.
While they got my son cleaned up and dressed, I had to have stitches. I remember it clear as if it was yesterday, I begged the lady not to do it as it hurt so much. She smiled at me and said ‘Honey, you need these, you will thank me when you’re thirty’. She’s right!
Dennis is into zombies, reading, playing on his Xbox and winding me up about my age. Seriously, he asks me about my childhood and says “What was life like with wooden wheels”. Yes, Dennis. I was born when we only had a horse and carriage! 🙂
Baby Two – Holly
I was extremely nervous about this pregnancy as I had Obstetric Cholestasis with my first. I was convinced I’d have it with my second pregnancy. A doctor told me that he’d known of women having five pregnancies and only having this condition with on one of them, but, this still didn’t stop me worrying. In my third trimester, I had the test to see if I had Obstetric Cholestasis and it came back negative. I was so relieved at the time, but I had to keep having regular checks to make sure that I didn’t get it later, so my happiness evaporated very quickly. Luckily, I never got Obstetric Cholestasis through this pregnancy.
I was 13 days over my due date. I felt like an elephant walking around. Everything hurt! I went into the hospital overnight and was induced. I remember taken sleeping tablets then waking up with contractions in the morning. The midwife checked how dilated I was, which wasn’t the most pleasant thing as my contractions were about 1 minute apart.
The next thing I know there was a wheelchair next to my bed, they helped me into it then rushed me from the ward to a room. Once I was in bed, they gave me gas and air. I remember feeling the urge to push, but the midwife told me not too. My water broke right after that.
Shortly after, I was told to push. When my daughters head was out, the urge to push went away. She stayed like that for ten minutes, and the midwife told me to push. I shouted at her that I didn’t feel like pushing and she nodded and nervously said ‘okay, don’t push then’. Then five minutes later I got the urge to push, and my daughter was born. Holly was cleaned up, dressed and placed in my arms and I breastfeed her. Our daughter weighed 9 lbs 1 1/2 ounces and was born at 10:19 pm on the 9th of February 2007.
Very quickly, we all noticed that she wasn’t able to move anything on her left side, but she wasn’t in pain and was breastfeeding fine. Within ten minutes another woman came into the room and started talking to me about the possibility of why my daughter couldn’t move her left arm or leg.
Honestly, I didn’t care. At that present moment in time, I had just given birth and was feeding my newborn baby. I wasn’t in the headspace to look away from my perfect little bundle of joy and speak to this random woman who was treating me like my baby wasn’t perfect. I didn’t care if she came out with no arms or legs, she was mine and perfect in every single way.
After a few minutes of this woman talking, Holly grabbed my top that was bunched up over the breast I was feeding her with, with her left hand. In the end, they said she was fine and that she must have been numb on her left side because her head was out and not getting a contraction for a few minutes.
I had my first two children in Warwickshire hospital, and by complete coincidence, I delivered both of them in the same labour room. My labour with my second was a lot easier than my first.
She is into climbing trees, reading and loves anything to do with crafts. She thrives at pushing my patience and telling me how deprived her life is as a middle child.
Baby Three – Isabella
My partner and I had been together for three years and decided it was time for us to try for a baby. Shortly after I found out I was pregnant. Later on in the pregnancy, I got very nervous when I was told that I would have a baby over 10 lbs. Luckily, I didn’t have Obstetric Cholestasis, but I wasn’t too worried this time as I didn’t have it with my previous child. I had to have a diabetic test due to my weight, but that came back clear.
My daughter was 11 days past her due date when I went into hospital early in the morning to get induced. I was told that it wouldn’t take long as this is my third. In the end, they had to put me on a drip, and the midwives were shocked that my labour wasn’t progressing faster. Eight hours later I started having contractions, but it wasn’t until that night that I was getting anywhere.
We asked for an epidural but after half an hour of the doctor trying to put the epidural in, he said that he was very sorry, but it just wouldn’t work. I was distraught as I hated how my memories of my previous laboured were all fuzzy because of the gas and the air. I was told by the midwife that my baby was back to back, which I had with my first child. They then handed me the gas and air and broke my waters. There was a lot; even the midwife was shocked.
It was pitch black outside, and my midwife told me that my drip was as high as it could go. She checked how dilated I was and said she couldn’t feel my babies head so it would be at least an hour. Then I had the first urge to push. I pushed and straight away my daughter came out, in one push! Our third child was born. Our daughter weighed 8 lbs 1 ounce and was born at 11:49 pm on the 7th of July 2013, thankfully she wasn’t over 10 lbs like the doctors thought. While they sorted her out, I had to have stitches and this time I knew how important they were. 😉
She’s into Disney princess’, pretending to shoot her brother (who is a zombie), crawling around the house barking as she loves dogs and trying to boss me around. Isabella’s favourite phrase is “It ain’t gonna happen”. That’s what she thinks. Ha ha ha
I’d love to hear your birth stories. Did you have the same experiences’ like me or were they completely different?