08-5-2009 - Declan Draven Lynton Birth 10.04.08

My mood while writing this blog: Blessed

I had split up with the ex husband, had a truly horrendous relationship with a whirlwind 2nd marriage, he was wanting a child and we tried but everytime we got pregnant the baby turned inside out and I miscarried at weeks 6-8, we were devastated then I got pregnant and all semed well, levels were good, no bleeding, went for a scan, and no baby, I was ectopic...again devastated but this rocked our marriage with me being poorly and him blaming himself so he started a year long affair with my friend just as he was told the problem was with his sperm and he would probably never have a successful pregnancy with anyone...I divorced him and moved on....and then met my equal...my partner now...

Lee is a star, he is not perfect but non of us are and we wanted children, I had my two boys, he had a boy from his previous relationship and we wanted to have one together...

After a while we started trying, but again nothing was happening...I was busy at work, He was busy training to be a Karate instructor...and I felt weird...not pregnant weird, very emotional, my ex had poisoned some freinds against me and I was very upset, Im usually very level headed, So I did a test but was so convinced it would be negative I sent Lee up to check it as I really couldnt see yet another negative...

He came racing down stating it was positive and I had a go at him thinking he was teasing and figured that was pretty mean...But it actually was positive...very...

We had an engagement party and told some but not a lot and carried on with life, I got sicker and more sick with the baby, pain in tummy like never before, and started bleeding at 6 weeks, I was besides myself, the doc called me in and checked my but said, oh? well you cervix is still closed love, scan tomorrow, And although I was convinced I had lost, Lee kept stating no, he still there, im telling you...The scan showed he was there and a little heartbeat...

I bled on and off and kept getting scanned, the baby kept getting bigger, then 12 weeks hit and we told the world...ecstatic...then at 14 weeks, I had the worst tummy ache and sat on the couch, I spoke to my sister for a few hours then said oh...I feel bit wet n weird down there, Im gunna go see, and found I had bled loads and was passing huge clots, I was utterly convinced that was it, I hadnt felt sick all day, and now this, so another emergency scan next day, I didnt even go to look, I just knew I had lost the baby...I laid down and he was fine, big belly and almost waving at the screen. No explanation for the bleeds, they just called me a bleeder.

The pregnancy went by pretty well after that, Just as usual with me Blood Pressure issues...

Then I went through a weird stint of panic attacks when I went to see the specialist, I would get in a right state, silently but my BP would shoot up and heart rate was stupid levels, but they started taking my BP at home and I was fine, Towards the end I was having eye problems and they took me in 2 days before my due date...

They induced me at 10pm again and I started off in slow labour as they called it, every 3 mins then every 5 mins, because it was every 5 they wouldnt accept anything was happening...the induced again at 6am...and it stayed the same, contractions every 5 mins, they kept insisting no...sorry slow labour....I got bearing down in my back passage, on toilet nothing, back was killing me, I was later to learn I was in back labour, I had previously had front labours, I went for a bath, it got worse, I was knackered, and Lee put me back to bed, I turned over around 6pm and pop my front waters went, called a midwife and she says "you sure you not pee'd youself" and pop my hind waters went and she looks at me the floor and says "oh".

I get rushed to labour suite and it is a lovely room, Im not allowed a water birth by this point and to be fair after no pain relief in the bath, I didnt want one, Lee has called my other labour companion and she comes in, we have a giggle and I get on with it, I get stressed when they want to give me the drip to get things moving and they agree to wait until midnight, Im still every 5 mins at midnight and they state although I am progressing I need to step it up a notch so the drip goes in, Im off my face on Entonox so I dont really care by this point...

I do remember trying to count myself through the contractions and looking for a focal point I notice on the shelf across from me there is a sharps bin, red and yellow, and big words Warning, Danger...I explain to Lee, Rochelle and the midwife that I really do not want my focal point to have warning and danger on it...confused they move it but dont realise until I explain myself properly what the problem was, and all giggled.

At 2am I nearly get off my bed and smack the girl in the labour room next to me, she is wailing and hollering at the top off her voice, but everytime I get a contraction she puts me off and I feel worse, I just wanted to knock her out...

Then Im ready, 2.25am Three pushes and baby is out onto his belly...I snap my tailbone in the process....

My Beautiful Declan Draven Lynton was here finally 6lb 12oz just like his eldest brother.