Birth Story #2 (part 2)

Well it happened again. About 9pm on Monday night the strongest contractions yet. 3 mins apart. So off we go to hospital for what we hope is the final time.

We get ready and get in the car, contractions still coming strong. Something feels different, this must be it.

We get to the maternity assessment centre and have a labour assessment.... 1cm dilated. Not tightly closed but also not active labour, and because of my previous c-section we had to stay the rest of the night to be monitored. We were on the MAC ward waiting for a doctor and a bed and this woman started being violently sick... I have a phobia of sick... (see many many many previous posts). I couldn't deal with it, I started panicking while still having contractions and just needed to get out of there. We went and sat in the waiting room instead. Contractions were still coming but I could already feel them slowing and becoming less intense. After a couple of hours we were moved to a room and I knew we were just having a repeat of the previous 2 times we'd come in. By morning the contractions had pretty much completely stopped again. I couldn't go home again without a baby. I had been having contractions for 6 days on and off I was physically and mentally exhausted. So when the doctor came, I told him that I wanted a Caesarean. And I wanted it ASAP, I couldn't wait til Friday.

I was absolutely devastated, my body had let me down again. I felt like I was giving up. That I hadn't tried hard enough. But also like a weight had been lifted. The end was so near. In 6 hours time I wouldn't ever have to be pregnant again!! And I would have my baby. It was such a relief and I knew it was the right decision. My babies were just meant to be delivered this way. 

The anaesthetist came to talk us through it and told us the operation would happen at 3pm. So we had to sit around and wait for someone to come and cut my baby out of me. It was surreal. I was terrified. The first time I'd gone through 13 hours of intense labour and a lot of gas and air, I was so out of it I just accepted any way that would get my baby out. This time I was so aware of what was happening. It was so daunting, but everyone involved in the surgery was so lovely and reassuring and just seemed to know exactly what to do/say to get me through it. 

I actually think the hardest part was getting a cannula in 😅 my veins are awful and everytime they tried to cannulate, my vein collapsed. My hands and arms are absolutely black and blue. They had to get an ultrasound on my arm to find a vein suitable! Didn't even know that was a thing. 

I sat up on the operating table and they sprayed my back and put a needle into my spine and the numbness started spreading through my body, it was so strange. They lied me down and the anethesist asked me to lift my leg and it was the most bizarre feeling, it was like I'd forgotten how to make my leg move like the thought between my brain and my leg was blocked. A few more checks and then they could begin. I couldn't stop shaking. 

The rest of the surgery went by in a blur of weird sensations and lots of people telling me everything was going well. 

At 16.11 my baby girl, Riley was born and she was absolutely fuming about it. Screaming the place down with her tiny lungs. She weighed 6lb14oz and was soooo tiny!! The relief I felt was like nothing else. 




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