yeah, its been a while since i posted but i actually have a little story to back me up here.
My last day at work was great- came and went quickly and mum picked me up afterwards to take me to monash for our growth scan. Lying on that table all excited we saw the head. "Is it huge?" I joked to the technician. She smiled "No, its not actually" she murmured. She was very silent as she checked things out. I kept looking at mum, hoping this wasn't the moment you dread throughout pregnancy when something is wrong.A doctor came in and checked things and said to me the words I will remember forever. "Well, he is very small"It seems that maybe my placenta had stopped working or perhaps we were just going to have a small baby. They told me roughly 2 kilos. I tried to remember how big in pounds that was but I couldn't. On the way home I called Geoff and cried in the car. Before I left the hopsital they said they would see me monday for fetal monitoring and wednesday at my appointment perhaps they would discuss induction with me as sometimes at the stage I was at the baby is better out than in. I was having geoffs parents and the kids for the weekend so that didnt help. I was a complete mess friday night and saturday morning. After lunch saturday geoff took me to Monash as the baby movements had been very limited. Lying on a bed in the birth suites I got to hear Bob's heartbeat and they were happy with the trace so I was relieved a bit and planned to get KFC on the way home lol. A doctor came and saw me then and told me he had seen the scan and that perhaps the baby would be better off out. He talked about inducing me in the morning. I was shocked. He gave me an internal and told me my cervix was soft and that I was 1 cm dilated. I asked him if my baby was going to be ok. He paused and said yes, he is small but he should be fine. I was so upset and worried. I sat in the room, on that bed and cried with Geoff until they told me that yes, they were admitting me. After I requested they put me in a room with no babies, thank god. There were three girls in the four bed room. One had had her baby at 29 weeks and he was in the special care nursery. One had hers about 6 weeks early and he was in there as well. The other girl was pregnant like me, but only 30 weeks. She had a weak cervix and was on bed rest so she didn't go into labour. I felt good with the girls, they assured me things should be ok butI had a shocking night sleep and was so worried. The next morning first thing I was hooked up to see Bobs trace (heart rate) again. Things seemed ok so i thought perhaps I was going home still pregnant. If so, I didnt know how I felt about that.. I had a feeling it might be time to evict Bob, for his own good. So two doctors came and saw me and said that they thought it was in everyones best interest to induce me. All of a sudden, it was all happening and not like I expected. I needed a pedi, a wax (all things i was going to do that next week) my hair was dirty and I had no make up on. I ate a teeny bit of breakfast, called Geoff and my mum and a nurse came and got me. I was alone in the birthsuites until Geoff arrived. I was jumpy and nervous. A midwife soon arrived and told me she was going to get me all set up. Because bob was so little they had to monitor him through the birth so for now they put on the stupid belt thingy which meant I was kinda limited to the bed which sucked because I had heard that moving around while having contractions helped. She tolf me later on, as I was more dilated, they could do an internal and put a scull clip on the baby to monitor, making it easier to move around. SO I was lying on the bed, hooked up to see bobs heart beat and to measure my uturus contractions. I was shitting myself. A doctor then came and broke my waters- it didn't hurt just felt odd. I didnt have a flood of water running down my legs like I thought, just a little bit. Mum and Dad turned up then and sat in the room with me and Geoff and the midwife. She then started to give me the sentosan stuff.. the drip that brings on labour. I had also heart that being induced gives you a faster and harder labour so I was prepared for that but by about 1pm (an hour after the drip started) my contractions were ok.. was like a gripping period pain for 30 seconds.I could talk through them still. The hours came and went and I got a new midwife with a student midwife as the original one finished her shift and wished me good luck. I had an internal which hurt more today than yesterday as I was having contractions while they were doing it. I was only now 2 cm dilated. Jeeze. The pain started to amp up and I was starting to get tired.. I had had pretty much no sleep. I was happy when dad decided to go home for a bit, just leaving Geoff and Mum because I didn't want my dad to see me in pain and it was starting to hurt. They were able to put the scull clip thing in on bobs head soon after that and some monitor on my uturus to check contractions as they needed to see what bobs heartrate was doing when I had contractions. This internal hurt and it felt funny having wires and such coming out of me. All there fiddling caused more water and membranes to gush out too and it felt funny. The contractions started getting a bit longer and I was hurting. I was determined to stay away from the drugs as much as I could because epidurals scared me and I thought with bob being so little perhaps pethadine would just tire him out. I sucked a bit on the gas but it was useless. I tried to walk around but I was sore from the clips and the water breaking and I actually found it better (only marginally) to see sitting completely still with no one talking to me while having contractions. I even told the midwives to ssshhh if I was having one and they were talking. They checked the monitors all the time and Bobs heartrate was dipping a bit with my contractions. I knew that if he got too stressed they would give me an emergency c section. At about 5pm a doctor came and checked me. This internal hurt a lot as the contractions were ploughing away. I was now about 3-4 cm dilated and that they would check me again about 8pm. I was so exhausted and over it. After this internal the contractions were crunching. I would have one long one that I was sweat and breath and pant through. One short one. A 60 second break. ANd repeat. I was sitting in the chair at this stage and I was freezing so they gave me heated blankets which was nice. I wished I had had a wheat pack but I was so unprepared for this birth! Some time arpund 6-6:20pm (i think) the midwife told the student middie that things seemed under control and that she was going to have some dinner quickly and then when she came back, she could go. I remember listening to this kind of out of it. My contractions wer FULL ON and there was hardly anytime between them. I counted 5 contractions in row. I was sweating and exhausted. The midwife left and all of a sudden in the middle of a contraction I jerked up in the bed and turned to my mum, pleading with her that i couldn't do it anymore, it hurt so bad!!! She hugged me and told me I had to keep going. Geoff told me how good I was doing. He fed me ice chunks and wiped my sweaty face with a wet facewasher. What happened after that was kind of a blur but I will try and retell it as I remember. These contractions were ugly as.. they were like- bang bang bang! All of a suddent I felt something happen and I needed to push. so I screamed that out. Not yet, I was told. The student midwife must have known something was going to happen because she pressed the all staff button and one by one people started piling into the room. I had about 3-4 midwifes and 2 doctors. Bobs heartrate was getting low and I had to go on my left side to get them to have a look. This internal hurt more than anything and I was screaming. I could hear someone saying they could just see the head. I begged for the drugs, all of them, but I was told it was too late. I screamed again that I had to push so they let me and I did. My body was pressed up against my mum and she was crying. Geoff was on my other side. I pushed again, screaming. They all then told me to pant so I did.. they could see the head. A few minites later, they put a little blue (just breathing) baby on my chest. William (Billy) John was born at 6:59pm. He needed to be resusitated quickly at birth and weighed in at 2.26 kilos but he was doing well. I went from being 4 cm dilated to delivered in about 20-30 minutes which was incredible. A lot of people had to check Billy out but I got to hold him soon enough. I was a mum. My bob was here finally. (part two coming soon)
Billy a few minutes old..
Weighing in, 2.26 kilos.. just a little man
sausage casserole
crispy cold wintery weather
Vampire Academy- can it PLEASE BE MADE INTO A TV SHOW OR MOVIE
my little man ♥ xx
