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Frazer Sex: boy Born: 10 November, 2009 Age: 0 years & 13 days Birthday in: 352 days Starsign: Scorpio Development: See the 0 months page. Biggest achievement so far: -

OK. So I went to my 41 week appointment on Monday 9th November (my husband's 31st birthday) and the OB made an induction date for Thursday 12th at 9am. I had been told that I would be offered a sweep at this appointment but the OB didn't offer so I asked for one. She said that they don't tend to offer because some women take offence (which I don't understand). The OB said that I was two fingers width dilated. Following the sweep I had a show, felt very crampy and my family (who arrived from interstate on Sunday 8th) all commented on how I looked to have dropped.
On Tuesday 10th November I woke at around 5am feeling very uncomfortable so I got up and wandered around for a while. By 6am I started feeling quite painful contractions about 4-5 minutes apart so I woke my husband and told him that it was time. I called the hospital at around 6.45am and told them that I was coming in and then I called my Mum to tell them to get up and going.
We arrived at the hospital about an hour later and by that stage the contractions were about 3-4 minutes apart. The midwife took me in to one of the delivery rooms and after asking a few questions told me that she would hook me up to the machine to check how things were going but that she would probably send me home and get me to come back later that afternoon when "I was in real labour". I wasn't particularly impressed with that suggestion. So she hooked everything up and left me for 15 minutes. The contractions were getting worse and more painful and I was finding it harder to breathe through them. When she returned and looked at the print out from the machine she said "oh you are getting real contractions. Looks like you won't be going home and you'll be having this baby soon."
She got me to strip down so she could check to see how dilated I was and I was 3cm so she offered to break my waters for me. I wanted to get things moving because I was finding the contractions increasingly painful so my water was broken at 8am. It didn’t hurt; there was just a clicking noise and a warm rush of fluid. From that point it was all on.
I had a warm shower, which was really nice, and got dressed in one of the crappy, green hospital nighties. My Mum, Dad and younger sister Charlotte arrived not long after and my Dad took Charlotte and my stepson Jaiden somewhere else to wait.
I started sucking on the gas through the contractions which seemed to take the edge off but after a while the gas made me feel so dizzy and drunk when I wasn't having contractions that I threw up. By this stage I was on my knees leaning over the back of the bed, which was elevated to a sitting position.
The midwife asked if a medical student could be present and I said yes. All I remember is Mum telling me how good looking he was. I couldn't bring myself to look.
Things started getting really painful and I was asked if I wanted some Pethidine. I wasn't sure because I would have preferred a completely natural birth but my Mum said "just take it Abbie if it's really hurting" so I said yes. The Pethidine took the edge off the pain but it certainly didn't make it painless!
By 10am I started feeling the urge to push. Each time I was thinking please let the pain stop and in between I was wishing the next contraction would start so I could get it all over and done with.
Not long after I started pushing I felt like I needed to poo (sorry if tmi) and that gave my husband a job... to wipe my bum. He said afterwards that only tiny little bits kept squeezing out. Yuk! At one stage he made a joke in his usual smart arse way and as he grabbed some more toilet paper asked everyone if they folded or scrunched. Mum said the midwife looked shocked before she realised he was joking. Mum kept feeding me ice to chew on because I felt really thirsty but didn't want water.
I could feel things getting more intense and the contractions seemed to be continuous. Everyone started coaching me to keep pushing as hard as I could. They started checking the baby's heartbeat in between each contraction and were quite alarmed that his heart rate kept dropping each time I pushed. By this stage it felt like I had been pushing for ever. Mum said that the midwife and medical student were starting to look concerned and they started saying that I had to push harder and get this baby out now. I wanted to tell them that I was doing my best but I couldn't talk.
Everyone started saying that they could see the head and heaps of hair and the midwife grabbed my hand and made me touch it but it just felt like a slimy mess. I could feel that the head was coming out while I pushed but in between the pushing it felt like he was sliding back in and I kept thinking "No, don't go back in, now I have to push you out again."
The last push was SO relieving to feel him slide out and the pressure finally stop. The cord was wrapped around his neck twice and Mum said the midwife quickly unwrapped it. That's why he kept sliding back in, because the cord was dragging him back up. He cried and cried.
They put my baby straight into my arms and I felt instant love and joy and couldn't wipe the smile off my face. The midwife helped me to deliver the placenta and I tried to feed my little man for the first time. He kept latching on but couldn't get the hang of sucking properly.
He weighed 2,975g (6lb 9oz) and was 48cm long. Chris cut the cord.
Dad and the kids came back and we all goo'd and gaa'd over little Frazer Alan O'Neill. Mum said my eyes kept widening in and out from the Pethidine. A bit later everyone was asked to leave so I could be checked for damage. I had seven stitches and a catheter inserted because they were worried that things would swell and I wouldn't be able to pee.
Chris took Frazer and I had a shower and cleaned myself off. We then moved to the maternity ward and I got comfortable in bed.
All in all it was an amazingly intense experience and I am so in love with my beautiful son! It still seems surreal that he is finally here.

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