In the spirit of celebrating new life in Spring, I thought I should finish my birth story for Lyoto. Or at least try to. I’m trying to write this feeding him. I’ve added in some of his newborn shoot to make this less wordy 🙂 Here we go.
(Cue hazy flashback scene)
So, in my new home, the midwife checked my cervix (which I told her would be sealed shut like a vault) and found that it was quite far back and only 2cm dilated. I knew it. To my surprise however, the examination didn’t hurt this time like it did when they checked for dilation when I was in labour with Jensen and found I was only one centimetre dilated. It was painless, just strange. Or maybe I am braver now. Who knows.
Then she put the Prostoglandin gel syringe in with a bit of fiddling, and it was done. No drama. It was very simple and painless. As it was late at night by this point, we decided it was best for Gav to go home as nothing was happening and there was nowhere comfortable for him to sleep. We were both shattered and I was secretly hoping that nothing would happen during this night as I badly needed sleep. I remembered how long Jensen’s labour had gone on for (four days) and the thought of facing that again without a little sleep under my belt was quite scary.
So, Gavin and I went for a night time walk under the stars (moon and ‘tars, according to Jensen) around the hospital grounds together and I told him how worried I was that I might not be able to get through labour again; the memories of the pain were starting to come back to me and the thought of facing that again wasn’t pleasant. I felt better just saying them out loud and facing them. I’d like to point out that just because I want drug free births, that doesn’t mean I enjoy the pain of it (okay, maybe I do ~ they’re “good” pains and quite empowering). I just want what’s best for my babies. If they made a drug that didn’t cross the placenta or have any effect on my unborn child I’d be having it by the truckload.
So, Gav left me in my room with supplies for the night and continued on home to get some sleep. I promised to call him if anything happened. That night I had a few contractions but nothing really notable and I managed to sleep thankfully.
At 9am, another midwife who clearly thought she was a farmer inseminating cows with a bedside manner to match came and repeated the gel. She shoved me halfway up the bed doing it and it was very uncomfortable indeed. The big baby consultant (I call him that because that’s the reason I see him, not because he’s a big baby) dropped by at that point and said that the gel nearly never works first time, and that they would check me at 3pm to see if they needed to try for a third time with the gel or go to IV drip. The thought of the drip did not thrill me.
Then he checked me over, and Seahorse had decided to turn back to back in time for labour! Apparently they can tell if your belly button area looks like it’s a saucer. And there mine was, all saucer like and I’m sure Seahorse was laughing at me. Anyway, I still had faith in my body. Pre-Eclampsia and back to back, he was coming sooner or later to meet me 🙂
I spent the morning reading, writing in my baby book and then at around 2pm, when I thought nothing was going to happen, they started. Contractions. No mistake about it. I was delighted. Ecstatic even, to be in pain. No IV drip for me! I called Gav to let him know but told him not to come in as I could deal with the pain at that point by myself.
After my walk and wiggle (like hula hooping) around the ward, the contractions were getting stronger and my midwife at that point, Susan, suggested a bath. So I got into the bath which was luckily next door to my room like a super cheap en-suite. To make myself more comfortable I knelt in the bath sideways and read my labour book, “The Help.” I was bobbing up and down on my knees in the bath and can indeed say that water does make contractions easier to deal with. They do need to make bigger baths though. With pillows for you to put your elbows on.
My contractions were stronger by now and occuring every 2 minutes. So, I dragged my wrinkly self out of the bath after about half an hour and felt the difference in weight immediately. I felt like I was being dragged to the floor belly first! More people should water birth, there are far too many restrictions and not enough baths in my opinion. Anyhow, I got into my Daisy Duck pyjamas, held myself steady after another contraction and headed back to my room…