Sunday, 4 November 2012

Alexanders Birth Story. Elective Section

When I became pregnant with Alexander I battled with myself about what type of birth to go for. After a traumatic c section first time around I was scared I would have a similar experience but after chats with my midwife and consultant I opted to try for a VBAC.  Towards the end of my pregnancy my blood pressure spiked and I had traces of protein in my urine which meant I was back and forth to the hospital most days to be monitored. After a long pregnancy with sickness throughout it was the icing on the cake.

On the 29th October, i attended a consultant appointment. As usual they took my blood pressure which had rocketed up higher then ever, the bottom figure was well over 100. The consultant said they were admitting me there and then. I wasn't allowed to go home to see Seb or get my things which really upset me as i hadn't kissed Seb goodbye when we left. There were also concerns about baby being breech, as my midwife had mentioned and the hospital staff weren't sure either. I went to the ward and Phil fetched by bag from home and also managed to bring Seb in for a kiss and cuddle.

I had a scan that evening on the ward which showed baby to be head down which was a big relief. Because i was already over 39 weeks and they had concerns, i was given the choice of staying in and waiting to go into labour, being induced or having a c-section. I really didn't want to be induced, it had been less than 2 years since my previous c section and my scar was tender, I was worried about rupture. Staying in hospital until I laboured naturally wasn't an option either, I had a 1 year old at home so c section it was. The consultant told me that they thought I had made the right choice.

My stay on the ward was pretty horrible. Most of the staff were lovely, but having my obs taken through the night, the heat and the sound of new babies crying, don't make for a relaxing atmosphere. I had to wait forever on the Tuesday to see a doctor who told me that we had to wait for my blood pressure to settle a bit before having the section. I  was put on some tablets to do just that and then had to wait for it to come down.
I had to be nil by mouth from Tuesday night, just in case i could have my section on Wednesday. This was so hard as sometimes eating helped ward off the sickness I had. By Wednesday lunchtime i was starving, thirsty and losing patience as nobody seemed to be able to tell me if i would be having baby that day or not. 

Almost from nowhere a midwife appeared and said right, you can go up to delivery suite now. The next 30 minutes were a blur, i had to call my mum(she wanted to be at the hospital as she was worried about me), going through risks, taking some tablets, filling in paperwork and changing into the most vile gown(why can't they be plain? why floral?) and then we were taken down to the theatre. 
The theatre team were lovely, really reassuring and kind. I was bloody petrified. I had a mix of epidural and spinal block which worked really quickly. I was laid on to the table. Unfortunately my body decided to react by throwing up, i couldn't move as i was connected to loads of machines so it was all down the side of my face. I remember that I kept apologising.
My blood pressure also decided that instead of being high it wanted to go dangerously low instead and I was nearly falling asleep on the table so Phil had to keep me talking.  While that was going on, I could vaguely feel them messing around inside me, whoever said it feels like someone is washing up in your stomach got it spot on, that's exactly how it felt to me. All of a sudden I felt a big difference in my body and said to Phil, 'he's out' and then we heard him cry. He arrived at 2.38pm with Rhianna playing in the background :) and with me in tears.

Birth story, new baby in theatre c section

We got to see him for a few seconds before they took him to be cleaned and wrapped up and came back to give him to Phil to hold while i was being stitched up(by this point i had forgotten about that). We must have just stared at him for about 30 minutes and discussed what we were going to call him and how much he looked like Seb. It is strange to think that while this photo was taken the surgeon was sewing me up.

Then it was time to go back up to the delivery suite where Alexander was weighed and measured. He was 7lb 13oz and measured 49cm long. i got to have some skin on skin time with him though it was unfortunately cut short as i started throwing up again plus i was having my blood pressure constantly monitored. At some point my mum came in too and she had a cuddle with him while i was given an anti sickness jab. I also had some tea and toast (the best in the world) while in recovery.
A short while later, Seb came to meet his brother, he had a good look and a poke but wasn't too bothered really but it is still one of the most magical moments of my life. Then Phil's parents popped in for a few minutes to have a cuddle.

Then everyone went leaving just me, Phil and Alex to get to know each other a little bit. We stayed on the delivery suite until around 9.30pm and i was taken down to the ward for the night. 

I had to stay in hospital until Friday which was frustrating and hard. I found the pain much worse this time and painkillers were not always given out on time. I cried because I missed Seb, to be  honest it was just pretty miserable and i was so glad when they let me go home to my own bed.

Although i was poorly before and during the birth i feel like i had a really positive birth experience this time around. It was totally different to what happened with Seb and I'm happy about that. 

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