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Amira Rose Sex: girl Born: 26 April, 2008 Age: 0 years & 170 days Birthday in: 195 days Starsign: Taurus Development: See the 5 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

Birth details

Type of delivery: Vaginal (without pain relief)
Duration of labor: Roughly 9 hours
Weight @ birth: 7 pound 1 ounce
Length @ birth: 50 cms

BIRTH STORY

I was due for induction on the 24th of April at 6pm. I called the hospital at 3pm like I had been asked to. They told me they were a bit busy so to come in at 8pm instead of 6pm, which I did.

I arrived at the hospital and went to admitions where I waited around for my files and upon recieving them, went to level one to labour suite. I was told there was only one other woman labouring when I arrived and was put in a room, had Amira's heartrate taken and my bloodpressure ect checked. My midwife told me the doctor had been called to surgury but would be up to see me when he was finished.

Two and a half uneventful hours later and I was told nothing would be happening that night as they had had a rush of women coming in in active labour. I was devestated when they put me upstairs in a room to wait out the baby rush. I was in tears. Not only was I terrified because I knew I was gonna be giving birth within the next few days but Mum and Ryan got kicked out of the hospital. I kicked up a fuss about taking some sleeping pills but eventually gave in and had them as I knew I was too upset to sleep. The pills made me go nutty and paralised me. I woke several times in the night unable to move at all.

So the next day I was told 9am they would take me down stairs and start my induction. Well lets just say 9am rocked around and went on it's merry little way. Mum and Ryan tried to distract me with puzzle books and games but just when I was feeling confident that I'd be in labour soon, my stupid midwife, who had told me hours before that induction was looking set for soon, told me that there was nothing she could do to get me induced that day as they had delivered 30 + babies the night before and they were still busy as hell!

Lets just say Amy snapped. I started screaming that if she sent me home, I'd make myself go into labour. If she didn't get this baby out of me I'd do it myself. She asked me how I planned on doing that and I told her it was none of her concern and the doctors down stairs could deal with it. She tried to explain that at the current time, I was not a priority induction to which I replied (quite loudly) that I would make myself a priority. I think I might have gotten my point across because she came back 20 minutes later to tell me that things were looking up and induction would happen soon...that was until the lady in the bed across from me decided that she'd bloody well go into labour!

I was FUMING. Poor Ryan and Mum could do nothing for me. I was crying and screaming, I felt sick to my stomach from the way the hospital was sweeping me under the rug. 8pm came and visiting hours finished. I was given an ultimatum. Stay and maybe get an opening over night or go home and wait for a phone call. Now I was incredibly sore by this point. As you all well know, hospital beds are dreadful things and I have a bad back (my reason for induction) so I was so close to giving in and going home. I was close to telling the midwife that I would wait for a phone call because I just couldn't bare another night in those hard, tiny, backbreaking beds. Then she offered me a morphine pill. I was sold. And boy did it knock me out cold.

Then, sucess! At 10pm I was woken by a midwife stroking my leg telling me there was good news. I was so wacked out on the pill I almost jumped up and hugged her. I was taken down stairs and put into a room. I called Mum and Ryan and while I was waiting for them to arrive back at the hospital I was put in a gown and was given Emla cream on my hands because I have a fear of needles. Just as Mum and Ryan were arriving I was being given an internal and a foleys balloon was inserted into my cervix. They were then aloud into the room and Ryan held my hand as the catherter was put in my hand. It was taped up and ready to be used when they needed to start sitocin. Ryan went to bed on a couch and Mum was given a trundle bed.

At 6am, I went for a wee and to my shock, out pops this balloon. All I could do was smile. I was checked and I was 2cm, just enough for my waters to be broken! Labour didn't start on it's own after that and I didn't loose very much fluid so they moved me into a more equiped room and hooked me up to the fetal moniter and started the sitocin. Before long I got my first taste of contractions. I suprised myself and breathed through them really well. I was laughing and joking around with the midwife and although they hurt like hell, I coped like a trooper. My midwife was a bit worried because I had lost hardly any fluid and A LOT of bloody mucus so she uped my sitocin to get things moving along. She told me she'd check me at 2pm and I remember telling Ryan as 2pm got closer that I'd better be at least 4cm because of how much my contractions were hurting. At last the time came but to my horror, the internal agravated my cervix and I was soon screaming for the gas. Even worse than the agravated cervix was the fact I had only dialated 1 freaking cm! I lost it. I was crying and telling them I had givin up, to cut her out of me. I kept sucking down the gas and although it did NOTHING at all for the pain, it was allowing me to get sleep in between contractions. From here on in, things get a little hazy. I can't tell you times but the doctor came in and I begged for a shower (they don't let you have them when your being induced). She told me she'd let me have a 15 minute one if I would get an epi or mophine. To which I agreed. The shower in all honesty was the BEST thing for pain I had the entire time. I was in heaven. But soon enough the midwife pulled me out and put Emla on my butt and back to numb them for the needles. I of course opted for the morphine. There was no way a needle was going anywhere near my spine. Lets just say the Emla did sweet F all. Never again is any one stick my butt ever again. It was bloody worse then the contractions! Once again, the morphine did nothing for my pain (hence the fact I put 'without pain relief'. But boy was I high. The labour went quick for me from here but in reality it was like another 4 or 5 hours. I apparently was huming the Antique Roadshow theme song and just doing really bizare thing. That was until I got another contraction. Then it was all swear words and screaming. I don't remember it but I was checked again and I was 5 cms and then 45 minutes later I was at 10! I had a lip in my cervix though but I did not care, I was pushing with all my might, despite advice from my midwife. I was screaming at Ryan, "I'm sh*tting myself, I'm doing a poo!" and they kept telling me "no your not, that's your babies head".

I started to crown and I refused to look down until the burning feeling of tearing started. My stupid doctor told me "don't worry about that, it's just your clit tearing, push through it."

Are you mad woman? How is telling me my clitoris is tearing going to encourage me to push? I then decided to look down. I remember thinking her head wasn't that big and as I got further through pushing I started reaching down and trying to pull the skin down on either side of her head to get her out. Ryan did a wonderful job at encouraging me. I started telling the doctor she had to get the vacum cleaner becasue I refused to push anymore. After an hour and a half, with one more push out came her shoulders and at 8.52pm my beautiful Amira Rose came into this world. She was placed on my stomach and straight away she grabbed ahold of my finger. She didn't cry at all and later I found out, although she had a heartbeat, she wasn't breathing. So quick she was put on me, Ryan had cut the cord and they pulled her away from me (with some difficulty as she wouldn't let go of my finger). She needed to be resusitated. And her first cry was flemy and sounded scary but it was still music to my ears. They said it was a combination of the morphine and the fact she was stuck in me for so long.

I passed out and although your only normally kept in labour suite for 2 hours after you give birth, I was there for 5 because I had heavy, unexplained bleeding. They wanted to give me stiches because I had torn on both sides of my labia and they didn't want the wounds sticking and healing together but there was no way they were doing that to me after the night I'd had so I told them I'd take care of myself and make sure they didn't stick. They weighed baby, 7 pound, 1 ounce or 3200 grams and 50 cms long with a head circumfrence of 32cms. Eventually the bleeding slowed down and I was transfered up stairs to a room again.

Mum and baby are doing fine. Amira was jaundus for 5 or 6 days and slept for 5 hours between feeds but now she's wised up and it's every 3 hours. She has a period once a day where she's awake for 2 or 3 hours looking around and as soon as you put her down she screams. But besides that she is a good girl. I'm breastfeeding but having to use nipple shields because my nipples are too flat for her to get a hold of. She's a good little feeder and I can't believe how big she is after just 9 days. I'm still sore down there and I'm having salt baths to dry out my little tears. I've already lost over half my baby weight (13 kgs) and I have only about 4 kgs left before I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight.

Giving birth was the most horrendous expierence of my life. Words cannot descibe the agony but when I look at what came of it, this little person, this perfect, beautiful little girl, I know I would do it 10 times over just to ensure I'd have her with me. And whilst I need a good long break, I look foward to giving Amira Rose a little brother or sister in the near future.

Amira: Arabic for Princess. And she definately was Mummy's princess all through my pregnancy and still is now.

Rose: My greatgrandmothers name was Rosina and Ryan's grandmother was known as 'Little Rose' and was famous for her beautiful Roses. The same bush she was famous for grows in Ryan's Mum's garden and is 60 years old!

Oh and coincidently Tiff's (i-am-pregnant.com/vip/tiffany1233) middle name is Rose too :)

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