Please bare with me on this one. My memory of it all is a bit fuzzy! Ha.
So if you’ve read the first part you now know I had been in hospital since the Tuesday being induced due to reduced movement.
We are now on Saturday!
We spent most the day waiting around for a bed, I honestly thought we were going to end up waiting another day but at about what was I think 4pm we were told we had a bed and they we were off over to the main delivery unit.
So off we went, they showed us to our room, my mum was coming over for visiting on the other ward anyway so popped into see us.
At this point I was just so elated that things were going to start happening, we were finally going to meet our rainbow, our little miracle that we had watched grow via scans from a tiny 5 day embryo. I’m writing this with that embryo asleep on my chest. It still blows my mind that that ball of cells was how she started life!
Look! Embryo Arabella!!
We met the midwife who was going to be looking after us till the shift change, I can’t remember her name but I do remember she was lovely.
To start with I had a midwife try and break my waters, she couldn’t manage it so went and got my doctor. The doctor obviously a pro at it just did it in the blink of an eye. I have to say your waters breaking has to be one of the oddest feelings ever, it’s like uncontrollably weeing yourself, with a fluid that is a lot warmer than wee. There was so much of it too, more than the doctor expected too I think. They checked it for meconium, there was none so we were all sorted. Whilst the doctor was down there she popped a clip onto A’s head to monitor her whilst she was inside me, much easier than messing about with the external one they strap to your belly.
Then the anaesthetist came into see us, we were asked if I wanted an epidural. Going into birth one of the things I had in my “birth plan” was that I wanted to avoid an epidural, but I also had expected to go into labour naturally, because I was being induced they were going to put me on the syncotin drip, which basically smashes your body into labour, I had heard lots about this from friends and other ladies on the ward, I was told how horrible and painful it was. I asked the anaesthetist what he would do if it were him, he said he would go for an epidural. He left us for a few minutes so we could talk it over and decide.
We decided to have it, and to be honest I think it was one of the best decisions I had ever made.
So in went the epidural, it wasn’t painful at all! Much to my surprise. It started to work, I was pretty impressed as I could still move my legs.
They then hooked me up to the syncotin drip, I could feel my stomach going hard and contractions but I felt no pain (amazing right!!).
I was exhausted from spending 6 days on the ward, you can’t sleep properly in hospital I find. My epidural allowed me to snooze through my labour.
I was checked at about what I think was 9pm and had got to 3cm dilated from 2. We had progress! But not much.
The monitor had stopped picking up my contractions and they were very irregular.
My blood pressure has started to plummet. It got to 75/35 at one point I think. I was going in and out of consciousness. My memory gets a bit fuzzy here.
They kept doubling the syncotin to try and get me to contract better but this was causing babies heart rate to dip and like she was in distress. They kept a close eye on us both and it was starting to look like a Caesarian section would be needed.
I think we got to like 3.30am and the midwife decided to check me, we were now being looked after by a lovely lady called Faye.
She checked me and much to both our surprise I was 10cm!! I had basically slept through most my labour and hardly felt a thing!
She informed us that we could start pushing in an hour. I stopped my epidural then as I wanted to feel as much as possible for pushing.
I then said to hubby that I felt like it needed to poo. Haha! How very undignified. He went to fetch the midwife, she brought me a bed pan and we chucked hubby out of the room. It’s one thing I just couldn’t bare to do in front of him!!
I tried and I couldn’t, midwife had another look and it was because baby was starting to come, she went out the room and told hubby that his baby was on it’s way!!
So she fetched the doctor, we started pushing, I got to the I can’t do it stage, I remember an episiotomy being mentioned, hubby said the doctor handed the midwife the scissors to do it and in that time I had pushed her head out, the thought of the cut must have been enough to spur me on!! We waited for another contraction and then one last push and there she was.
Placed straight on my chest, I was in awe. Here was our little person! Jamie cut the cord, we had cuddles whilst the placenta was delivered, the midwife showed it to us and made a comment of hour beautiful it was! Haha.
I had managed to get myself a second degree tear which I won’t go ion much detail about but it took 3 of them 2 hours to stitch me up!
Worth every second.
Here’s the birth announcement hubby posted online.
Welcome to the world Arabella Faith Kenyon, all 8lb 3oz of you. You were truly worth the wait and the heartache and the tears.
The lovely people a Sudocrem sent me some of their new Care & Protect Triple Care Ointment for nappy rash cream to try out for when Arabella arrived.
She’s now 6 weeks old and I’ve been using it on off, I personally only tend to use something when her bum starts to get a bit red, by the next nappy change there is always a huge improvement.
As as family we have always used Sudocrem, it reminds me of my childhood, it was my parents go to for every thing, we often referred to it as magic cream in our house!
I always remember the original Sudocrem being very thick and heavy so when I first opened the tube of the Care & Protect I was really pleasantly surprised! It was really light and very easy to put on nice and thinly, I’m pretty sure it would also be good to use as a night cream/moisturiser on my face! It’s not greasy, just really moisturising and provides a good barrier to sort out that sore bum!
Also what is great about is that a little goes a very long way! It’s something I will definitely buy again myself.
I’ve seen it on the shelves in pretty much every super market I’ve visited recently so it’s easily available too to just pop in your basket whilst you’re doing your food shop!
I’m a bit late writing this, Arabella is now 4 weeks old and today we went to register her.
I thought it was about time I blogged my birth story before I totally forget everything.
On Monday the 12th of May I had my consultant appointment. I had been having episodes of reduced movement, consuls by basically went right, I want to induce you, and I was like, um ok, expecting her to book me an appointment for next week or something as I was 37+6. To our surprise she wanted to book us in for the following day! And do a sweep there and then, so she did a sweep and examined me. I was 1cm, my cervix was soft. They put me on a trace to check on baby, her heart rate was a bit high (due to being poked in the head no doubt!) and took about 2 hours to settle down, we left the hospital and were told to come back at 3pm the following day to start the induction process.
We went home and had a mad rush to get things ready, like unpacking the Moses basket and setting it up and checking and rechecking our hospital bags.
We didn’t have to go in till 3pm so I spent the day nesting/cleaning and being slightly overwhelmed that we were actually having a baby, after everything we had been through it still felt very surreal!
So, J finished work early and odd we went to the hospital, with 3 bags, one for me, one for baby and one full of food! Priorities right?!
We went up to the ward that I’ve been to many times before after being admitted with suspected preeclampsia (just a migraine luckily), gastroenteritis, and finally reduced movement.
I was shown to my bed (that I ended spending the next 4 days in!) and the did my obs and then took some blood, put me on a trace then left me for half an hour, came back, went through how the induction process works and examined me and put a 24 hour pessary in. I was still only 1cm after my sweep the day before, no change, I wasn’t really surprised.
So it came to 8pm, nothing was happening and partners aren’t allowed to stay on the ward so J went off home. Later on I started to get some mild period pains. Fast forward 24 hours and they examined me again, no change. We were now into Thursday.
So in they popped a 6 hour pessary, more period pains, checks again after 6 hours, I was now 2cm! Maybe we were finally getting somewhere. At my hospital they like you to be 4cm before they’ll break your waters, I had a long way to go. So another 6 hour pessary went in. We were now into Thursday.
So I was checked again, nothing had changed. I now had to have a 24 hour rest period.
This included me sneaking out of the hospital to go home (2 miles away) for a bath and some home cooked food. Naughty me.
I have to admit at this point it was getting to be quite soul destroying watching woman after woman come onto the ward to be induced and go straight into labour.
I was examined by the midwife and she thought there was no point giving me any more pessaries as it wouldn’t make any difference. I then waited for my consultant. My consultant mentioned a c section, but by this point I had eaten so that wasn’t possible. She wanted to give me another pessary then examine me herself. So in went a 6 hour pessary. She came back later, examined me I was still 2cm but my waters were bulging and she was convinced she could break my waters. She said next free bed on the delivery unit they would take me over and break my waters.
The next free bed didn’t come available till around 5pm I think it was. So off over the delivery unit we went, it was just a big relief to be finally getting some where!
And that’s it for today. Will blog again shortly about my actual labour!
And here’s my last ever bump picture on the day I went to be induced. Exactly 38 weeks.
One thing I knew when I was pregnant was that I wanted to breastfeed, or at least try and give it the best chance I could.
I tried to be as prepared as possible, I read books, watched DVDs and went to the NHS antenatal classes.
In my hospital bag I packed the things I though would help us have the best chance at cracking it. Nursing bras and a handy little kit from Medela that contains breast pads, hydrogel pads and nipple cream all in a lovely little bag (that now lives in our changing bag containing our breastfeeding essentials).
Our breastfeeding journey started as soon as she was born, she was placed on me for skin to skin immediately after she was born. One of the most magical moments of my life. She latched on almost immediately. The closeness I felt was unreal as she peered at me just one eye open.
We had to stay in hospital for the night as I had a bad tear and needed IV antibiotics to make sure I didn’t get an infection.
She was born at 4.34am so we spent the day feeding and got the hang of it slowly. I was moved to a ward and my husband had to leave us for the night. I was exhausted from having no sleep as I had been labouring all night. We persevered with feeding. My nipples started to get very sore. The next day we went home and I asked online for advice, mostly it was apply cream after every feed, change breast pads regularly and I gave the hydrogel pads a go. They were amazing, they soothed the burning feeling of my overworked nipples, let’s face it they just weren’t used to having someone suck on them for hours on end! Haha. I started applying the cream from my Medela Breast Care Set after every feed and also putting fresh breast pads on.
The Medela breast pads are great they stay in place thanks to a handy sticky pad and are ergonomically shaped so really comfortable. You wouldn’t know you were wearing them!
I really do think that the Medela Breast Care Set helped us stick with it and gave me the little bit or extra help we needed to get off on the right foot.
I would definitely recommend it to any new mum or anyone who is pregnant and wishing to breastfeed to pop it in their hospital bag, I’m glad I did!
I haven’t blogged in a while.
This is because I’ve been busy with this;
Arabella Faith arrived at 4.34am on the 18th of May weighing 8lb 3oz after a very long induction and an eventful labour which I will blog about in more detail when I have a more time.
Since her birth we have also spent nearly a week in hospital, including the paediatric high dependancy unit after the worst day of my life, which again I will blog about separately. Thankfully all is well now and we are back on track!
A couple more pictures of the squishiness;