So...

I'm a mummy.


I've been meaning to start posting blogs again ever since I found out I was pregnant but I could never seem to figure out what I wanted to say. Nothing seemed worth writing down. I had a very straightforward pregnancy - no morning sickness, no complications, everything was fine throughout the whole 9 months... Until I went into labour...

I was 9 days late. I was due on 10th October and I just wanted her to come out, I was fed up of being pregnant and wanted to meet my baby. Everyone was telling me to make the most of it... But that's not easy at 9+ months pregnant when you can't do much - especially after 18 months of sitting around the house doing nothing due to covid! 

It was Monday night around 11pm, we were watching sex education on Netflix when I started getting a period like pain every 10 minutes or so, I thought it might be it but had had similar pains the past couple of nights so didn't think too much of it. Then around midnight as we were about to go to sleep the pain got worse and I realised she was on her way. The contractions quickly went from being 10 mins apart to 2-3 mins apart. After assuming that contractions would start 10-20 minutes apart and gradually get closer together and more regular, this was a bit of a shock to the system. The next 6 hours passed in a bit of a blur of contractions getting worse and worse, coming every 2 minutes - so I barely had any time in between to recover. At 6am we rang the hospital for the 3rd time and they told us to come in but the hospital we had planned to go to was full so we had to go to a different one... I was absolutely dreading the drive there, I didn't know how I was gonna cope with a contraction while sat in the passenger seat of a car... As it turns out I can't really remember it at all. 

Things started going wrong as soon as we got to the hospital. They examined me and found that I was only 1cm dilated, so not in "active labour", however the baby's heart rate was quite high and with every contraction was dropping significantly. I had to accept pretty much immediately that I wasn't going to have the water birth I had planned for. We were sent straight to the delivery suite and as we relaxed a little the baby's heart rate normalised and so I continued labouring for another few hours, things were looking so good that at one point we thought we might even be able to get in the birthing pool... But it wasn't to be, baby's heart rate started misbehaving again and an internal examination revealed I was still only 2cm dilated (after 10 hours of labour!!) so they broke my waters, hoping that would relieve some pressure and stabilise babies heart rate again... No luck. The external monitor wasn't telling them what they wanted and so they put a clip on babies head to monitor internally... That was 3 internal examinations in a very short space of time!!! I think that was the worst part of it all... You think having a contraction is bad, try having one while a midwifes finger is inside you or even better a hook to break your waters! After all that it was clear that baby was not happy and they needed to get her out ASAP... Emergency C section it was. By this point I had been in labour for 13hours and had been awake for 30, so I was mainly relieved. But shit scared. I had to have major surgery. 

Suddenly there was about 10 people in the room, I was having blood taken from one arm while someone put a cannula in the other while an anaesthesist was trying to explain to me about the needle they were going to put in my spine.... All still with contractions coming every 2 minutes... Pretty impressive for someone who was terrified of having a blood test at the start of pregnancy! 

They took me down to theater and put a giant needle in my spine... I didn't feel a thing and suddenly the pain stopped and I couldn't feel anything from the boobs down. It was a very strange sensation. They put a curtain up so I couldn't see anything and cut me open

My beautiful daughter Morgan was born on 19th October 2021 at 13:20 via an emergency C section. 

 


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