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22-5-2008 - Baby no.3 birth story

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I laugh every time I think back to the birth of my 3rd daughter. It was a bit of a roller coaster of a ride and needs a little bit of history explained first.

At 12 weeks gestation I decided to move a key board that was being stored at our house. It was propped up lengthwise against the wall and I wanted to just shuffle it along a bit. It was a heavy keyboard and a bit of an awkward position but I thought nothing of it, afterall I was pregnant not sick. I remember feeling a short stab of pain but nothing too bad. By the time I walked to the kitchen I felt a great gushing down my legs. I looked down to find blood flowing down and onto the ground. My eldest daughter arrived in the kitchen and knew this couldn't be a good thing, she was 3 years old now.

I grabbed the phone, ran to the toilet and phoned my Mum. When she answered I remember crying that I was having a miscarriage. She said she would come straight away. I then phoned my midwife who was not much help. She said put your feet up and rest and she will arrange a scan for tomorrow but that there was not much I could do at this stage. I was concerned about the amount of blood I was loosing but the one thing I did not have was any pain at this stage.

By the time my Mum arrived and David, I was lying on the couch, every time I tried to move, blood would gush, but If I lay still things settled down.

The next morning I went for a scan expecting the worst. I could not imagine losing all that blood and not the baby. To my amazement there was still a little heart beat and the scan showed a subchorionic haemorrhage. I was then booked in to see a specialist and was told it would be step by step with this pregnancy, very touch and go. I bled on and off until I was 16 weeks gestation. I felt like a ticking time bomb where this pregnancy could end at any time but I also had immense peace about it all. There were a lot of people praying.

I ended up getting to my due date and my specialist wanted to induce me because he was not sure that the quality of the placenta was very good. Baby was not very big compared with a 9lb baby last time.

This is where the birth story begins:

I was admitted to hospital for induction the day before my due date. The doctor was late in so around 10pm he administered prostaglandin gel to my cervix. He said the cervix still felt hard and closed. In the morning he would begin the drip.

At about 11pm I started to feel tightenings that were quite regular and my back got that typical achy feeling I get when labor is beginning. I told the hospital midwife who said that the prostaglandin gel can cause this to happen and that I was not going into labor. Things started getting more painful, more intense, but I could not get any hospital staff to believe I was in labor, it was all too quick for them. I concentrated on relaxing and visualising my cervix opening up with each contraction.
I asked to have a bath and they showed me where it was and left me to it. David had been told to go home earlier because the induction would not happen until the morning. I ran my own bath with great effort and stayed in it for about 10 minutes before it all got too painful.

I walked back to my room and as I went passed the nurses station I asked for someone to come and check me because I was in labor. A nurse came and felt a contraction with her hand on my tummy. She still did not believe me and did not think the contraction felt strong.

I decided to take things into my own hands at this point. I had done this twice before and know I have a large pain capacity so can still talk through contractions. I rang David and my midwife and told her I needed her at the hospital and that no one would ring her because they did not think I was in labor. David arrived in about 15 minutes and finally a nurse did an internal and found I was 8 cm dilated. I was put in a wheelchair and sent down to delivery. I was in transition at this stage and peed all down the hallway and once in the room I threw up. I met my midwife in the lift. Within 15 minutes of getting to delivery, Samara was born. No pain relief or tearing.

Once again it was a 2hr labor and it had gone so smoothly as far as the labor goes. Now was the fun part, I was taken back to my ward. I was looking forward to seeing the staffs reactions. I think I would have had the baby on my own if I had not called David and My midwife. My Mum also managed to make it in time for the birth.

I very quickly received an apology from the nurse that was supposed to have been looking after me. She gave me reasons for not thinking I was in labor. The worst one was that she thought I was a teenage Mum having my first baby. I feel sorry for any teenagers under her care but at least she had the guts to apologise so all is forgiven. It makes for a more interesting birth story.

We named our wee girl Samara because it means protected by God. She weighed 6.15Lbs so was an O.K size but very small compared to my previous baby. She was very cute with a little dimple on one cheek. I fell in love with her straight away.

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