As planned although we hadn't actually told people that was the plan i went into hospital on Wednesday morning at 8am to be induced. After first dropping Macy at mum and dads we arrived on the ward with a vague idea of the plan but very apprehensive of how it would pan out but excited we were at last going to see spud.
So after getting shown to my bed they attached me to a monitor to check on the baby. After a bit of hide and seek they finally managed to get a trace the Doctor then arrived to start the induction process and that's when reality hit that i was actually not leaving till the baby arrived and it wasn't going to be pleasant. I'm not going to go in to all the details as;
1. I'm sure not everyone wants to hear them and
2. i don't remember all that happened.
Its also when the waiting started. And for all those who have been in hospital they'll now time goes slowly. We had been told that if nothing happened they would repeat the procedure in 8hr time.
The day passed and nothing much happened Ste escaped at lunch time to get chips as he had not had chippy chips for two days and didn't know when he would next get chance to go. He did also bring me some food back. They then put me back on the monitor and again had to play a game of hide and seek then they repeated the procedure. While on the monitor i did get some minor niggles and we did see them on the monitor. We then started the corridor pacing to see if things would get going i have to say the corridor was uninspiring and so was Ste attempt to pass the time with i spy. I continued to have niggles some worse than others but eventually it looked like nothing much was happening so Ste was chased home. The midwife then suggested i had some painkillers which i was willing to have but also a sleeping tablet which i was less willing to have but she was very keen on this idea and as i didn't want to be any trouble and thought she knew best i agreed. Big mistake it did work for a couple of hours but then i woke and couldn't go back asleep and just felt really drowsy. But spud was staying put.
Next morning the doctor came early and said they would put me on the monitor and then one of them would come and check to see if there had been any progress. So i called Ste and he arrived nice and early. But nothing happened and then eventually they put me on the monitor and just as they found spud the doctor arrived. They then said i was ready to go down to labour suite,so we packed everything into the case with wheels Ste had insisted on buying and they walked me down to labour suite why Ste came case and all in lift. When we got there it was to find a welcome committee in the room as they were setting the drips up ready and there were no other patients down there it was a group effort. I have to say though the midwife and student looking after me were brilliant and supported us all the way.
Because of the diabetes i had to go on a drip of insulin and dextrose to control my sugar levels as your unable to eat. I also required a second drip to speed the contractions up and that also meant i had to be continuously monitored. Although spud had other ideas and the connection did vary. So this all meant i had to stay on the bed and couldn't move around. everything they did also meant the contractions started coming fast and were defiantly more than niggles, but then i found if i turned on my side they eased in frequancy although i don't quite think this was the idea. I had taken my mp3 player in complete with speakers so we had nice relaxing music playing in the background but the other stuff we took in for during labour stayed firmly in the bag including the tens machine as we were advised against it as i was induced. Ste was brill and kept holding my hand and in between contractions he kept himself topped up with food and drink.
I don't quite now when but at some point the niggles became very severe and although i kept breathing and squeezing Ste hand very tight it was obvious i needed some pain relief but i didn't want gas and air so it was time for an epidural and after seeing them done i cant say i was looking forward to it. But the pain was more unbearable so in came the anesthetist and she didn't seem to think i needed pain relief as i was quietly there breathing and holding Ste hand but i think Ste will tell you i did as i was holding his hand tighter and tighter. So in it went and Ste was brill holding me still and remembering his brother in laws advice don't look. And soon the pain was back to being a niggle. But then i start to become vague on details.
As i started having hypos they adjusted the rate but i was still staying low and this meant its like being in a fog you can hear but everything is in the distant. This was the point that Ste started worrying and wanted them to stop the drip as it became clear my sugars were staying low, Its also when became aware the severe pain was back but All i could do to let anyone know was to hold Ste hand tight and this was were he became my voice. So why we were waiting for them increase the dose of the epidural,spud decided he didn't like the drugs they were giving me. The doctor came in to look at the tracing and me apparently took a look at me and decided the consultant needed to see me.
I remember the consultant coming in and explain what was happen and the other doctor saying my colour has improved. basically spud didn't like the drug that they were giving me to help speed up the contractions but i was only progressing slowly, and they needed to turn the rate down which would make my contractions slower and we could continue trying but he recommended a Cesarean as i was tired due to the low sugars and spud wasn't happy, but we could keep trying but there didn't seem much point ans spuds safety was the most important thing.
It then became hetic with them getting me ready including taking the nail varnish off i put on the night before i came in with Ste asking why i was doing my nails!!! It was also where i started becoming emotionally thinking i was going to see spud soon. They took me round to get ready and Ste waited behind. It was very weird being awake and being taken for a operation. They were ll really nice explain what they were doing. Then Ste came in and sat next to me holding my hand and it was such a comfort to have him there. After a while they dropped the screen and held spud up saying look what you've got and i saw a baby girl and knew spud was now Abigail.
It was weird seeing this baby and knowing it was ours but then she was taking to be checked by the paediatrician, then she came and told us the baby was fine. Then all of a sudden there was a baby all wrapped up placed in daddy's arm and it was an amazing experience i have never felt emotion like it and then she was placed in my arms and i knew i would always love her. And seeing Ste holding her and overwhelmed i knew i had never loved him more and that i would always love him. Ste was brilliant he was there all the way through supporting and loving me,
The Midwife then took Ste and Abi back to the delivery suite as Abi needed to be fed because insulin passes to her from me they had to monitor her sugars as they can drop. They also needed to weight and measure her. I remember being in theater and hearing them finishing the surgery and thinking i can hold my baby again. But i had to go to recovery for 3o mins before they would let me back to the ward. I think that has to be the hardest and longest 30 mins of my life. I think Ste will now how i feel as he said the worst time was when they took me round to theatre and he had to wait for them to bring him round, and he was worried as he didnt know what was happening and did think they might have had to give me a general anaesthetic which they had warned us was a possibility if the epidural didnt work.
It was the best moment of my life when i was finally reunited with Ste and Abi. I went back to the room to see Ste sat nursing Abi and everything just felt so right and complete.
My stay in hospital saw me going through many emotions and frustrations, but Newyears eve when i was stood at the window looking at the fireworks, on the phone to ste wishing him new year and Abi was downstairs in the special care unit felling sad we wernt able to be together to see in the new year thankfully that i had a beautiful daughter who would soon be at home and so positive about starting a new year as a family will stick inmy mind. Aswill the day that Abi had to go down to the special care unit, Ste cme in and was holding here and you could see the relisation that she was his daughter and he just crumpled when they took her downstairs why we both knew it was for the best and that whille unwell she wasnt seriously ill. It didnt stop it hurtingand us felling lost as suddenly there was an empty cot and we couldnt hold her when we wanted as she was only aloud out of the incubator for feeds. But likewise the day ste pushed her in a pram whenshe was able to come back to the ward and i havenever seen him looking prouder.
Through all this ste has been amaizing and all that i needed and could have wanted
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