Well, this is a story of the arrival of my little bird, David Marc, on 24 September 2012 at 2.45pm.
I was reading stories here in e months leading up to David's birth, but I w so scared of jinxing everything that I very rarely posted anything on any of the forums.
After a m/c in 2009 and two years of trying, we gave up on the idea of having a baby. That is, until 31 December 2011 when Dh and I were watching fireworks over Melbourne. I remember turning to him and saying "We are going to have a baby this year". On 21 January a baby came to me in my dreams and when I woke up, I used the very last pg test without even telling Dh... The rest is history!
My due date of 18 September came and went and nothing happened. On Saturday after my due date, Dh (Jim) and I went out for a pizza and I kept telling him that the baby wasn't moving as much as normal. At first we kinda dismissed it, telling ourselves that the bubs was preparing for the big arrival then around 9pm, I ended up calling the maternity ward and they got us to come in. The heart rate looked ok but movement wasn't it usually self. We were told to come in for monitoring again the following day just in case.
On Sunday we headed back to the hospital and after about an hour were sent to another hospital for a special ultrasound to check on placenta and the level of amniotic fluid around the baby. The test showed that baby was ok, but placenta started to deteriorate and the level of amniotic fluid was very very low. We ended up going back to the original hospital to get induced. I had the gel put in after internal showed that my cervix was high and no dilated at all. After an hour or so, I started to feel mild contractions so was quite pleased that 'something' was happening at last! I just had panadol to be a bit more comfortable and despite being constantly told to sleep, I could only manage about 45minutes. I was just too nervous/excited.
Next morning an other internal showed that I was 1cm dilated, which kind of disappointed me as I was hoping for a bit more progress. My waters were then broken after 6.30am and I was given a chance to have a shower before everything kicked in! My Dh arrived whilst I was in the shower and then i got to meet the lovely midwife who was going to look after me for the day.
The Syntocinon drip was started around 7.00am and thing were progressing without too much of a problem for about an hour and a half. I was able to rock and breathe through the contractions and my Dh was a massive support to me. Around 8.30 I asked my midwife for my TENS machine which I hired through the hospital. I found it really worked for me and was a huge relief to concentrate on something else! All was going smoothly but then my baby decided to spice things up. The midwife started to get concerned that it was taking the baby too long to recover from contractions and the heart rate was not improving quickly enough. She called in 2 obstetricians and it was suggested that internal monitoring will be required as a precaution.
This unfortunately ended my use of the TENS machine as it interfered with internal monitoring. I was pretty devastated. I managed to breathe through the contractions but was now restricted to being on the bed, something I really wanted to avoid. I was told a week or so before I was due to give birth that my baby was posterior but I didn't really understand how that would affect labour until I was in the midst of it lol. Now not only was I on the bed, I had to stay in one position because every time I moved to be on my side etc, baby's heart rate dropped. The only way I can explain the pain, is that it felt like someone was literally breaking my back. I was given gas, but it made me feel pretty yuck. My lovely midwife turned right down so that I could actually concentrate on something during my contractions. At 11am I was given an internal and was found to be 4cm dilated. The lovely obstetrician said that they needed to turn off the drugs because they baby needed some rest time and that they were a bit concerned that he was not coping well with the induction. It was decided that if after a bit of rest that heart rate didn't improve and the baby was still n such distress, emergency c-section was the only option. I was worried about getting a epidural too late but I was reassured that the obstetrician will be able to put it in at the last minute.
I tried my best to breathe through the pain and was so scared to poo myself that I kept asking to get off the bed and go to the toilet lol. My midwife saw that I was in pain and that my back was killing me so she asked if I wanted to have water injections done. They are just subcutaneous and suppose to relieve back pain. Two midwives did the injections but I'm not sure how much they really worked... My contractions really intensified and at one stage I thought I peed myself, which in actual fact was more of my water gushing out. I remember looking at the clock and it said 1.45pm. I told Dh that I didn't think I would be able to keep doing this without epidural and we kinda reached the understanding that if things didn't progress, I would get an epidural.
I started telling everyone that I have to push, that I can feel myself pushing. Around the same time, whilst I was too busy dealing with contractions, bubs started to have difficult time again and the heart rate really started to drop. The obstetrician ran into the room and she told me that she just going to check me to see if there was a chance that I might have dilated but warned me that the chance was very slim as I was off drugs for almost 3 hours. She said that if I wasn't dilated I will be rushed for c-section and there prob won't be time for epidural and it would be under general anaesthetic. Must to the obstetricians surprise, she could see my baby's head!!! That's why I kept telling evyone I was pushing!!
I didn't see this part but Dh said that as soon as they realised I was dilated, 15 people rushed into the room. I remember being surrounded by people and then turning to see my Dh in tears. I was too intent on what I had to do to really take it all in, but according to Dh things started to go a bit downhill with the bubs....
I was told to really concentrate and push. I remember closing my eyes and just concentrating on my baby. That's it. I didn't scream. Dh said I only groaned once. I just needed to get my baby into my arms. In four pushes, my baby was in my arms. That's it. My baby, my little bird was finally with us. Yes, I had to have forceps, an episiotomy and a haemorrhage but I didn't care one tiny little bit. All up, I used TENS for a little bit, gas on low setting and the sterile water injection. Would I go through this again? In a heartbeat.
Our little bird is safely in our arms and we treasure him above all else.
Edited by vbos, 30 December 2012 - 08:52 PM.