From week 39, I was at home having started my maternity leave. I was desperate to get labour started so kept myself busy scrubbing the floors, cleaning out all the kitchen cupboards and cleaning the windows but nothing worked. Not even the suggested pineapple, curry or nookie made my body want to give birth.
On Jan 28th, now eight days late, I had given up and finally decided that the baby would come when it wanted to. Why rush a good thing? I was sat minding my own business on the birthing ball, rolling my hips when I felt a tingle in my tum. I thought nothing of it as I had been having Braxton Hicks quite bad. About twenty minutes later, I was making myself a cuppa when it happened again. The penny dropped and it looked like I was also about to too.
I called Trevor to come home from work and by the time he got home (just twenty minutes), I was on all fours with tears streaming down my face. Wow, labour really did hurt. A little later, I got into a warm bath to soothe the pain which seemed to be working nicely, although I was still in a lot of pain.
We called the hospital and they told us to make our way in. We arrived at the hospital about a hour later having now been in labour for five hours. I must be ready to push I hoped, this pain was too much. They checked me over and I was only 4cms dilated. I could not believe it.
All through my pregnancy I had said that I only wanted gas and air, at this point I would have let them cut my arm off without a fight if it would have helped. A couple of hours later, they checked me over again and I was only 6cms dilated.
I got into another warm bath and was sucking on that gas and air like you would not believe. The pain was unbearable at this stage and the midwife suggested Diamorphine, damn right I was taking that option. They took me out of the bath, administered the drugs and I fell asleep on the bed. Phew!
An hour past and the pain intensified, it turned out my pain threshold was poor. Suddenly, my waters broke and I had made a mess all over the place. Unfortunately, the baby had pooped and there was meconium in my waters. I was moved immediately to the delivery suite, wahoo – time for action, I thought.
Now 9cms dilated, the end was in sight but another hour passed whilst I walked around trying to let gravity take its course but things seemed to be slowing down. I felt like I was being ripped open from the inside and I could have killed someone at this point.
Poor Trevor’s hands were black and blue by now and his back broken, he had been amazing. I was given more Diamorphine to help with the pain and a little after the midwife said I would need inducing to bring me on to 10cms as things were progressing too slowly. Do it, just get this baby out.
At 10cms, the midwife removed my gas and air, I was going to die, surely? It was finally time to push and boy did I push for a whole hour. With every push I prayed that it would be my last. With that, the midwife left the room and a surgeon came in to check me over and suggested an immediate forceps delivery.
Suddenly, there was no fewer than ten others in the room prepping me for surgery and Trevor went missing. I screamed for him and he appeared in his scrubs looking like Clooney but this wasn’t the time to swoon.
I was given a consent form to sign and couldn’t begin to tell you what was written on it but I signed it anyhow. I looked at Trevor, and without a second thought made him promise that he would see to the baby’s health before mine.
We was rushed down to theatre and I was given seven injections in my back to paralyse me from the shoulders down. At last, nineteen and a half hours later I felt no pain. I was told that I had three rounds of pushes only and then I would need a C-section.
Six minutes later and on the third push, our gorgeous baby boy, Jack aka Captain Jack, was born at 7:12am weighing 9lb1oz. I had never felt a love like it, it was a different kind of love, the love of a Captain.
It turns out that giving birth is really quite tough but I would re-live every ounce of pain again if I had to. Well actually, I want to because next time I am going to get it right, I hope.