Okay, I've had pethadine, my waters have broke and I'm finally making my way to the birthing room. Once there, I call my mum, who immediately can tell that I'm a little drugged (I think I was slurring my words). I met my midwife and she started listing off some suggestions of how we could proceed- I pretty much shut down every suggestion, I was in too much pain to be compliant. Eventually I agreed to have a bath (until I was in labour, the thought of being naked in a room with a stranger was horrifying- during labour I couldn't care less!). I had a bath which sped everything along and at about 11am or so I was entering transition aka hell...
I struggled out of the bath and then became really difficult! Didn't want to lie on the bed, lean on the bean bag, crouch, anything! The midwife was trying to check the baby's heartbeat, but gee, that was hurting like crazy! I decided that it was time to go home- but apparently that wasn't an option. I managed to demand a date with the anaesthetist, and had an injection with fentanyl. Eventually I made it onto the bed, waited for a couple hours or so before an ob arrived (my husband was being very diligent with his role of water/gas boy). She pushed my cervix out of the way, amid a whole lot of screaming, while I birthed my baby boy... And then the feeling of relief was palpable. I felt like everything in me, all the pain, fear, stress, all came out with my baby... I asked what he was, a boy (I intuitively knew- but needed confirmation). Little Alex was born at 1:20pm and weighed about 7 1/2 pounds. He had huge lips, was absolutely gorgeous and I just fell in love :)
That night, I just stared at my baby, in awe that he was mine. I couldn't believe that my gorgeous baby was actually inside of me not 24hours before. For the first 3 days, I was convinced that being a newborn's mummy was simply a matter of watching them, holding them and it was all very simple... Misguided, I know, but bliss while it lasted :)
Ps, I did eventually have my gb out, 5 weeks after Alex was born.
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