I woke up on Friday morning, 4 days before my due date and thought my waters were leaking. Oh I was getting so excited with the prospects that this baby could be coming and took one last belly picture. Chris went off to work, I told him to hurry home because this could be it. He got home pretty early, about 10am and I rang the hospital. They said to come in for a check up, and we did. I was so nervous. Anyway they checked me and told me that my waters were intact, and I had 0 dilation or effacement. Bummer, I thought this was it.
Then at 1pm, not 30mins after we had left the hospital, I started getting the contractions. They were bad, and straight away about 3 mins apart. Because of the earlier false alarm, I was in disbelief that this was even labour. I thought it might just be braxton hicks. So we went to the shops and walked around for a while, then went home. I was in so much pain I was crying so decided to ring the hospital again and they said to come back in. It was about 6pm when we got there. They checked me and I was now 3cm and this was in fact labour. Because I wasn't a proven deliverer, and they didn't have the emergency doctor on that night, I had to go in an ambulance to another hospital. We were all worried that I was going to deliver in the ambulance. I wish that had happened.
An hour and a half in an ambluance strapped in and not being able to move was torture. Chris was driving in to meet us at the hospital with my bags which luckily I had ready to go. I was admitted and we were settled into the room and I got checked again at 8pm and was now 7cm. Yes! I thought it was nearly over, after all it had been 7 hours already.
I was in and out of the shower, on the birth ball, walking around the room and breathing through contractions. I was doing pretty well, considering, and handling it all. That shower I must say is Amazing. I'd have been lost without it. 11pm my waters busted, which was the weirdest thing I've ever felt. Went everywhere, so back in the shower. Checked again after that I was 8cm. Great, almost done. The hours and hours went by. They checked again at 6am Saturday and some very dissappointing news, I had gone back to only 5cm. All the hard work I had done seemed for nothing. Not good at all. They told me they were going to give me something to make the contrations come harder and stronger. Oh no, I couldn't deal with them getting any worse, too hard, I was too tired after 17 hours of labour. Give me the epidural. I got it at 9am.
Then we wait. Progress is slow but I made it to 10cm by about 3pm. The baby's head wasn't in the right position for birth and a ceasarian is threatening. They left it as long as they could to see what happened, as the baby was in no danger at this stage but by 6pm they made the decision. I was gutted. It felt like all this time and effort was for nothing. I didn't want a ceasar at all but that was it. It was going to happen. I would have my baby soon at least. Finally, he was born at 7:41pm on Saturday. And all was just perfect. John had made his grand entrance to the world.
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