I thought it was pretty fitting after watching one born every minute last night that I write down Harry's birth story.
|12 week scan|
I had a midwifes appointment that afternoon, and as I walked into her office she noticed my face was extremely pale (more than normal as I am anaemic anyway) and I was breathless, I had thought nothing of it because ever since being pregnant I had been tired and breathless, they eventually diagnosed I had a missing valve in my heart at around 26weeks, so I wasn't overly fussed by being breathless it was normal, but the midwife thought I should be checked out and advised I go to the antenatal triage at the hospital.
My sister in law left work and headed to the hospital with me, I must admit I was very nervous as I'd never been in hospital before only to visit others and for my baby scans. I was hooked up to a monitor and a few tests were done, Gareth arrived from work flustered, he thought it was the time, not exactly the way he wanted to spend his 21st but hey ho, I could see the nerves in his face as he didn't no what was happening as we sat nervously behind a curtain. A male doctor came over and did a internal, can honestly say one of the most painful time of my life. I grabbed Gareth's hands so tightly and screamed like a baby. They eventually decided I wasn't in labour at all and baby was fine, but I was however extremely dehydrated so was hooked up to drips and taken to the maternity ward, very hard seeing all the other Mommy's up there with there little baby's and I was there in the corner bed with my huge bump and a drip in my arm.
18th of march came and I was adamant I was going home, i had got chap stick on to hide the cracked lips and the doctor finally said yes I can go, so 6pm came they removed the cannula and I practically ran off that ward. I remember getting home and just being so grateful of seeing my own bed.
|21 weeks scan|
|4d scan 27 weeks|
That afternoon, I was getting niggles, so i got a note book and started writing down times, they were getting closer but not painful at all, I didn't get my hopes up, we had my moms home made chili for tea and it was lovely. To bed we went and the niggles continued, but still not too bad, at 3am I woke with worse pain, and Gareth helped my put on a TENS machine that we had hired from boots. It was great, I went back to sleep wearing it. At 7am Gareth left for work, me telling him I'm fine, honest, I'll phone you if I need you, roll on to half 8 when I was mooing on the bedroom floor things had changed, my sister was here and I'd locked myself into the toilet, as I was sure I was going to poo myself! I wasn't gonna have a baby just a giant poo that's what the pain was like, right in my bum. My sister told me in no uncertain terms to get the hell out of the toilet, so I got out and finally spoke to the hospital they told me to go up to see what was happening. My lovely sister in law Ellen, drove me there, how I don't no as I had my head right in her lap because I felt so sick, she recalls almost abandoning the car on the car park around 10am and I was met on the ramp by a midwife and a wheel chair I was put in a room, put my fetching nightie on and was examined, I was 7cm!! The pain was bad but bearable, Gareth was informed and he shot to the hospital from his work, he looked worse than me not knowing what was happening again, I remember him walking me to the loo because again I thought I needed a poo (AGAIN!) but I didn't, turns out they were just contractions and pains in my bum area again. I was given gas and air (which i thought had a lovely biscuity tatse) and manged to have little naps, my waters were bulging but never popped like you all see in the movies, so were popped for me and around 12 dinner time I was fully dilated and ready to go.
|daddy's 1st cuddle|
He was 100% fine, I on the other had was not.I felt fine but the nurses and doctors faces said otherwise. My placenta came out after having the injection to speed it up. Harry was fed and changed and cuddled by his daddy and auntie Ellen. I didn't get much chance to hold him or do anything, which looking back is upsetting. I had lost quite a bit of blood and was still bleeding a while later, a older lady doctor came in looked at my blood loss and felt my stomach, 'oh no she said', great just the words of reassurance you want to hear isn't it! She put on some gloves and told me to take some gas and air. I can't put what she did next any other way, she shoved her hand up inside me and pulled out what can only be described as 'yacky slimy bloody gunk' turns out some of the placenta had been left in and could of easily poisoned me.
I had an epidural and was moved onto the table I remember pinks song 'like a pill' was playing on the radio in the room and I managed a little sing along.
|finally got a cuddle 11pm 22nd march 2010|
|cuddles with Dad on the ward|
Getting my baby home was the most amazing feeling ever, that's it I was a Mommy, me and Gareth had made this most perfect of baby boy, and he needed us and we were going to be there every step of the way for him and that was the best feeling ever.
I'm so sorry about the length of this post, its just when I started it all came flooding back and I wanted to be honest.
|bounty picture 1day old|
Full head of beautiful dark hair
Love Lucy x