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05 Oct, 2014

Ah, c sections. Now there’s a subject that got heated discussion over on the Mums’ Days Facebook page a few weeks ago. For some people it is dramatic and extremely scary, for others it’s not. Both opinions are valid. I think for a lot of new mothers who have taken the anti-natal, NCT route, the general feeling is “I don’t want a c section” and so therefore when faced with it it can be traumatic, especially if mum and/or baby’s life is in danger. For some they feel the disappointed long afterwards. However, Eleanor’s prospective of having an unexpected c section was it isn’t something to fear, and it can  be a calm and enjoyable experience.

Eleanor's unexpected c section - her birth story demonstrates how a c section can be calm and enjoyable http://mumsdays.com/unexpected-c-section/

Eleanor’s birth story – the unexpected c section

A week after my due date, I went to the bathroom in the morning, had a wee, got up, and felt a colossal gush hit the bathroom floor. I actually laughed in delight, things were starting, our baby was on her way! The hospital said not to rush, they’ll be sending me home again probably, so I didn’t panic.

An hour later after several comical attempts to make a coffee as syrupy water continued to go south, I went to change my pants and found a very sticky, treacle-like substance all over them and me. Meconium, the hospital confirmed. Come now.

Still feeling excited, forgetting to eat (do not make this mistake), we arrived and were quickly shown to a delivery suite. No pool for us. Meconium means 24hrs to get the baby out before damage can occur. The vaginal examination was sharp and painful. No dilation, no engagement. No chance the baby was ready. The induction drip was started, the cannulas niggling and jangling in my hand.

It got painful very quickly. ‘No smiles anymore?’ said the midwife. No smiles. The pain of a contraction is hard to describe. It felt like a large heavy weight was being rolled around the inside of my pelvis. In ever-increasing, outward circles. I think I cried a bit. Then I wised up and stuck the TENS machine on. Magic TENS machine.

Four hours later, I was examined. 1cm. Sod this, I thought, and asked for Gas and Air. Magic Gas and Air. I breathed and sucked and said what my sister said everyone says ‘wow, it’s like being stoned’. It passed so quickly, it felt like a battle and I thought I was winning, every contraction doing something. Eight contractions in ten minutes came as they turned up the drip. My husband sat still, telling me good things and fending off the midwives chat.

Four hours later again, midwife shift changed as the sun went down. Husband sensed trouble as my lack of progress was discussed. 2cm now. I was furious, frightened and couldn’t see a way out. “2cm in 9 hours? How could I give birth within 24?” I shouted. They brought Pethadine. Magic Pethadine. Great choice for panickers.

Once it had kicked in and the epidural I’d been so sure I’d never need was on its way, the midwife mentioned we might have to start looking at other birth options. She meant a c section. I sort of ignored her the first time. But after the epidural went in smoothly and my contractions became nothing more than a blip on the monitor each time they happened, she examined me again. 4cm after 19 hours. The baby’s heartbeat is too erratic, they said. We’re going to book you in as an emergency c section. It felt right. We weren’t frightened. I was tired and ravenous, but not allowed to eat.

In between the three top-ups of the epidural to keep me prepared for the operation, they turned off the contraction drip. Our baby withdrew the short distance she had travelled, and went back to sleep with a resting heartbeat. She was safe. We dropped down the emergency list as women in greater need appeared.

Suddenly it was time to go, shift change for the surgeons, we were first job of the day for the elective c section crew. Into the theatre, bright lights and Heart FM. More cannulas and more painkillers. Husband looking fetching in blue beside me. “I’ll feel it!” I cried to the surgeon. They were great. Just calm efficiency and kindness. “You’ll feel me tickling you under your breasts in a minute,” she said. “This will be me bringing your baby out.”

I looked at my husband and we held on tight. “Here she is! It’s a girl! Would you like to see her now?”

When they dropped the curtain separating me from our girl, I saw her. Bloody and pink, wiggling and crying. I will never, ever forget that moment. As they wrapped her and put her in my husband’s arms, She’s The One by Robbie played on the radio and I just stared.

Eleanor's unexpected c section - her birth story demonstrates how a c section can be calm and enjoyable http://mumsdays.com/unexpected-c-section/

Very quickly, one surgeon stitched and the other cleaned. I was sent to triage with a baby beside me. She had her first go at eating whilst we watched wondrously and then I demolished the entire contents of my tuck box with a hunger I cannot begin to describe!

Eleanor's unexpected c section - her birth story demonstrates how a c section can be calm and enjoyable http://mumsdays.com/unexpected-c-section/

A c-section was the only way of birthing that I hadn’t considered or planned for. The long first stage of labour was debilitating and at times demoralizing, but I felt supported and listened to. I got the best care possible and good advice, despite what various organisations had told me would occur if I took drugs or had surgery.

If you’re expecting a baby, when it comes to birth, you’ll get told birth stories, not given advice, and I think that’s a good thing. You can plan for labour and birth but you can’t plan for how your body will decide to take things. Don’t be scared of an unexpected c section, read about the risks and benefits and listen to tales like mine. Emergency doesn’t necessarily mean danger or panic.

Thank you Eleanor!

What I took from this story is ultimately it doesn’t matter how your baby comes out, it is still a beautiful moment. Giving birth can be extremely traumatic for some, without a doubt (I’ve shared many of them on here), but we should never beat ourselves up for how our baby is born. Our bodies are amazing. They have grown and nourished a baby from a single cell. A whole baby!

Would you like to share your birth story? Please drop me an email to mumsdays@gmail.com, I’d love to hear from you.

For many more birth stories, head over to the Giving Birth Series where you will find over 100 more!

16 Mar, 2014

When I get a birth story, I have to decide what it’s about so I can give it a name and categorise it in The Giving Birth Series…for Lori’s story loads of other things happen (a big baby, induction and looooong labour, emergency c-section – which is really moving to read – and big blood loss) but what really sticks out to me is how Lori describes her babies meeting and her feelings to be leaving one at home and not being able to be together as a family. That really touched me! I’ve struggled to think of having a second child but I’m starting to get there and I know there are lots of mama’s who are expecting number 2 so I hope you enjoy this one!

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Having a second child – Lori’s Birth Story

Not sure exactly where to start, but here goes. I’m going to write about my second labour, but I’ll mention my first to give a bit of context!

With my first baby, Grace, who was born in 2010 I had a pretty straight forward labour using just gas and air, and this may sound silly, but I actually enjoyed labour. Crazy to say out loud, but I have such fond memories of the whole experience, I can’t help but smile when I reminisce!

Anywho, fast forward to 2012 and I’m pregnant with a little boy (who wasn’t named until he made his appearance!). I had a fairly easy and straight forward pregnancy until week 34. At routine midwife appointment it turns out my bump is big and measuring 38 weeks. People had commented how huge my belly was! Haha!

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Lori at 40 weeks

Some tests were ran to check for excess fluid (polyhydramnios) but all seemed ok. I was then referred for extra scans at 37 weeks and although baby was measuring slightly big, I was told it was nothing to worry about.

Fast forward 3 weeks to my due date and I had been in slow labour for 2 weeks. I was 2-3cm dilated, with irregular contractions and not much exciting happening apart from my discomfort. It June as well, so very hot and uncomfortable with a 22 month old to run around after too. My due date was 4th June, and although I’d had a membrane sweep at 39 weeks due to baby’s size and me being in slow labour, not much else had happened. I was sent for yet another growth scan at 40+6 and got a shock! Baby was estimated to be over 11lb!! My daughter was only 7lb10 and was born at 41 weeks.

Queue consultant, midwife and sonographer advising me what to do. They said a planned section would be the best option, to reduce the chances of shoulder dystocia (as seen on OBEM…frightening as hell!). Now, I’m not a stubborn person BUT I had my rose coloured labour glasses on and I didn’t want to miss out on trying for natural, so after 24 hours of decision making and lots of cups of tea (between irritating, niggling, slow labour pains) it was decided I would have an induction at 41+1.

I was booked in for 8am on Wednesday 13th June. I arrived at hospital and had checks done. My midwife felt confident she could break my waters (I was 3cm dilated at this point!)…oh boy did they break….I have never ever witnessed anything like it. I’m a bit of a giggler and I found the whole thing hilarious. The midwife was covered in water, as was the bed, the floor, and all of the surrounding area! The more I laughed, the more gushed out!!! Ha!!

There was meconium present, most likely to due to me being overdue so they began to monitor the baby. Contractions then started to come on quite strong. This was about 11.30am. As well as having my husband in the labour room, I also had my best friend as a birthing partner. We contacted her to let her know things were moving along so she should come to the hospital. Things weren’t moving a long very fast so I was given a pessary to help things speed up. This worked and contractions were stronger. I was put in my own room about 4pm (this is an estimate as things are blurred!). I was then put on an oxytocin drip to help contractions.

I was still leaking a lot of water at this point, which I still found funny! My best friend (Karen) had arrived by this point and I was taking gas and air for the pain….I love gas and air….it makes me feel so happy, and a bit drunk! I also think it makes me sound like a man! My husband had witnessed my reaction to gas and air in my first labour, so he was prepared for the giggles! My best friend, however, hadn’t yet experienced me on gas and air!! Well, I was away with the fairies…. Reliving every funny story I could! We’ve been best friends since we were 3, so there was a lot of funny stories I wanted to relive! Karen and me were so loud and giggly my midwife was asked to close my room door! Hehe!

We were having a hoot and my husband was looking at us as though we had lost the plot (not a typical labour up until this point, although I will point out how amazing Karen was at helping me to the toilet, sorting my hair, feeding me and applying Vaseline to my lips as well as being my giggle buddy!).

I was examined at 7pm (ish) and I was 6cm dilated and things were moving along well. Still on gas and air, still giggling and still leaking water! My hubby and Karen were very supportive and sat eating and watching the tennis whilst I was in agony. Things were still going well until about 10pm I had the urge to push. Serious urge. I had this with my first so remembered the feeling. I went to the toilet to try for a pooh, nothing. Midwife examined me and I was 8cm. Nearly there. I could see the light! She was going to examine me at 12am unless I was ready to push, I was determined to be ready sooner than then! I was very tired though, and the contractions were painful so I opted for a small dose of diamorphine to take the edge off.

It’s been more blurry from this point but my hubby said I was in a lot of pain and contracting lots. The midwife was preparing for me to deliver very soon. She examined me at 12am and I was 9cm, I was devastated. I remember saying I really had to push, but I wasn’t allowed yet! Fast forward 2 hours, even more exhausted and another examination. STILL 9 bloody cm!! So, this is where things went a bit crazy. Baby wasn’t in any danger but given that the scans estimated him to be quite large, they were worried about him getting stuck. About 5 people were in my room, one doctor had her hand on baby’s head and decided he wasn’t going to make it out the natural route! I was gutted…after all of that hard work, I was going to end up with the Caesarian I didn’t want!

Karen and my hubby were prepared for my anger at this, but I remember feeling sad but agreeing that I had to listen to the docs. So, my hubby was rushed off to put scrubs on while Karen was given all the bags and whisked off to the ward to wait for us returning. I remember a funny anaesthetist called Jeremy being there and giving me a spinal block. I remember the look of fear in Andrew’s eyes as we went into theatre. I remember saying bye to Karen and feeling sad she wouldn’t see our baby boy make his appearance into the world! I remember crying and holding the amazing midwife’s hand. I remember telling her to look after Andrew as I was worried about him. I remember being freezing and shivering like crazy. I remember hearing my baby boy cry and I remember crying and seeing Andrew cry as he was handed our gorgeous boy. I remember being sick in my hair (Karen had fed me crisps and chocolate earlier in the evening, delicious at the time, not such a good idea after my body was shocked with an operation!…I’ll live and learn though!! Ha!). The midwife washed it with hand soap and water as I told her the smell was making me want to be sick again!

Max arrived at 03.27am and weighed 9lb5oz….not the 11lb predicted, but still big. He looked huge when he was wrapped up in the sheet and handed to Andrew. I lost a lot of blood (1800ml and still unexplained as to why, just one of those things!) so Andrew took Max to meet Auntie Karen while I was stitched and sorted out. Andrew has since said the amount of blood was scary, but I had no idea at the time.

I was taken to the ward where Max was placed on my chest and immediately started searching for something to eat…a feeling I loved and even made Karen rip the strap on my nightie to make it easier for the little dude (I had a lot of wires connected due to the c-section which were getting in his way!). We were smitten immediately, and I have fond memories of Andrew and Karen attempting to dress Max in a baby grow which was meant for up to 9lb babies…Max was wedged in it! Ha! I think I had convinced myself pre-labour that he was going to weigh no more than 8lb!

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Here he is!

Due to my blood loss, I needed to spend 3 days in hospital and needed 2 blood transfusions. I was desperate to get home to our gorgeous girly. She was one of the reasons I didn’t want to opt for a c-section. I wanted to keep things as normal as possible for her. She was with her grannie while I was in hospital, and she did come to meet her baby brother on the same day he was born. Some of the most precious and emotional moments of my entire life were made on the labour ward seeing a 22 month old toddler, Grace, meet a few hours old baby, Max. Suddenly 3 had become 4! Amazing moments. I remember sobbing when she left and she wanted to stay with her mammy. Painful moments.

After 3 days in hospital, Max and I were allowed to leave on Saturday 16th June at 2pm. We went straight to my mam’s house for Grace to spend more time with her brother, and so my mam could fuss over her family, something she loves doing! The c-section did leave me in some pain, but I was mobile within a few days and able to go for short walks. I did make sure I followed the doctors advice on the abstaining for ironing, cooking, cleaning and tidying for at least 4 weeks….instead I enjoyed snuggles with my newborn and my girly while everyone fussed around us! Pure bliss! Xxxxxxxx

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First night home

Lush Lori! Thank you so much. I thought that ironing and cleaning abstention was a lifetime one…whoops 😉 xx

 

 

Infection and a Serious Fear of C Sections

16 Feb, 2014

Lisa from The Life of Wife, has kindly shared her somewhat traumatic birth experience. If you experience your waters breaking, they will induce you within either 12 or 24 hours, if labour hasn’t established itself first, because they start to worry about infection. I hadn’t realised this until it happened to me. But while my waters breaking was a horrible mess over the kitchen floor, Lisa’s was a much slower trickle. The result (combined with some ridiculous cannula incursions) was rather a scary situation: c section complications. Thankfully little Jake arrived safely with a head full of fiery locks!

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 C Section Complications – Lisa’s Birth Story

I was originally planning to write Jake’s birth story on his 1st birthday. However as it turned out I found the birth quite traumatic so would rather spend his birthday celebrating him and looking to the future. I have found that writing things down does tend to help me come to terms with the things that have happened to me so hopefully telling the story of Jake’s birth will help me let go of the negative feelings I have towards my experience.

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I had a brilliant pregnancy, no sickness just some nausea in the early days and some tiredness. I was a completely happy, healthy pregnant lady, I didn’t even get a single stretch mark (really it’s true!).

Towards the end of the pregnancy I did start to get a bit fed up, as every pregnant woman does, I’m sure. So we did loads of walking as my due date approached to try and get things going, but to no avail. On my due date, probably out of frustration that a baby hadn’t magically appeared, I started to worry that something may be wrong, so we popped to the hospital and asked to be checked. At the hospital I was put on a monitor and told everything was fine, a scan showed that Jake was looking to be larger then my “bump measuring” had indicted (they estimated him to be 9lbs 3oz) so they gave me a sweep, which I found very painful and uncomfortable.

Despite the sweep, nothing happened. So we continued to do lots of walking as I got more and more frustrated and uncomfortable and upset that my larger size was causing me to have some mild bladder control problems (pregnancy is not glamorous!). Five days after my due date I was particularly annoyed and fed up and burst into tears telling Jamie how upset I was that I kept weeing myself whenever I stood up. After I had calmed down I started to think that perhaps this could be my waters breaking??

Off to the hospital we went again, and low and behold they told me I wasn’t weeing myself but my waters breaking had been a very slow leak rather than a whoosh. Now I like to think of myself as an intelligent woman, so how 5 days over my due date I didn’t realise my waters were breaking I do not know. Let’s just put it down to extreme baby brain stupidity!

The hospital told me to come back in the morning to be induced. At 7am we got to the hospital, where we were left on the ward until midday. Annoying! Once they came and collected us we were taken to a delivery room and I was put straight on the induction drip that was administered via a cannula in my hand, which again was a process I did not enjoy.

Every half an hour the drip dosage is increased. Now from this stage I really started to lose the concept of time, so apologies that I can’t be too exact with everything that happened. The drip did start to do its job and I was getting regular contractions, all the while the drip strength was gradually being increased.  I complained a number of times about the cannula being uncomfortable in my hand, each time it was checked and I was told it was fine.

I kept complaining about my hand feeling strange to Jamie and he started to notice that it was looking quite swollen and blue. Jamie went to find the midwife to get them to check the cannula (again) when they came and checked it this time they realised that it hadn’t been inserted correctly and some of the “induction juices” had been pooling into my hand. The cannula was removed, and reinserted which again was extremely unpleasant. Then the midwife massaged my hand, pushing the “induction juices” down towards my arm – and this is when my problems started.

It was like I was hit with a triple whammy of supper strength “induction juice”. My contractions got much stronger and much more regular extremely quickly. I was quickly put onto gas and air, and very shortly after administered an injection of pethidine. In my birth plan this was as far as I wanted to go with pain relief as I hate needles so really, really, really, didn’t want an epidural. Despite the fact that the drip had now been reduced to try to steady my contractions, they just kept coming. The problem was I was getting little to no break in-between. After about 40 minutes of a more or less continuous contraction, the midwife convinced me that I needed to have an epidural.

I always said that I would do whatever was best for the baby and would take the advice of the midwives. So I agreed to have the epidural. I was absolutely terrified whilst the epidural was administered, I think the only thing that stopped me from moving during the procedure was my extreme fear as my contractions were still coming thick and fast. Once the epidural kicked in, it did feel like a welcome relief and allowed me to have the first rest I’d had in hours. Unfortunately the midwifes still couldn’t seem to control my contractions, and they started to discuss a C section.

I am petrified of the concept of a C section, before getting pregnant I had never even given blood. The concept of any kind of operation scares me senseless. My whole birth plan basically revolved around NOT having a C section. The consultant was brought in and I was strongly advised that a C section was needed as the constant contracting was becoming too much for the baby, and I had been stuck at 6cm dilated for hours. By this point I was crying near hysterically, but agreed to the C section as I was told it was necessary.

Within minutes of the decision being made I was taken down to theatre. I can honestly say I have never been more terrified in all my life. The anaesthetist tried to console me and offer me reassurance, my main question to him being is it possible for someone to actually die simply from being so scared and what if my heart stops because I become so frozen with fear? In hind site I had completely lost my mind, but this just shows how scared of operations and c section complications I am.

To top things off, as if all this trauma wasn’t enough! The anaesthetist declared that my cannula still wasn’t correctly inserted into my hand (no wonder my contractions couldn’t be properly controlled) so it was removed and reinserted for the third time. Once this was done Jamie was allowed to join me in the theatre and the section was started. All I remember is say to Jamie over and over “keep talking to me, keep talking to me”. I have to say he did an amazing job of providing me with a constant running commentary of complete random conversation, despite me being unable to in any way say anything other than “keep talking”.

Jake was successfully born at 3.47am. The first thing I remember Jamie saying was, “Look at his hair!”

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I saw Jake and was happy he was ok, but to be honest I was too lost in my fear to really experience any other emotion. As soon as Jake was out of me I was given a sedative to help me to calm down. Though I still felt extremely panicked through the rest of the procedure.

I had never really been told how long the sewing you back together part of a C section took, but it started to feel like there was a lot of activity on the other side of the blue curtain and I quickly became panicked that something were complications. I wasn’t told what was happening just that everything was “fine”. After what seemed like a very long time, the procedure was over and I was moved to recovery.

I was hooked up to a morphine drip and given a quick cuddle with Jake before he was whisked away by a doctor. It was Jamie who then told me about the c section complications. Whilst the C Section was being performed the surgical team had noted that my placenta smelled ‘off’, which to them indicted that it had become infected. The reason it took so long to close me up was they needed to very thoroughly clean everything out.

The infected placenta meant that both Jake and I had the infection in our blood stream and we both required IV antibiotics, via the dreaded cannula! And would both have to stay in hospital until the infection was gone – they hoped we would be in hospital for three days. In the end we were kept in the hospital for six days!

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During our extended stay in the maternity ward both Jake and I had to have our cannulas put back in again (that totals four times for me and twice for Jake!). I generally found the stay in hospital ok, and I am convinced Jake and I both found breastfeeding so easy due to the extra time and care we had from the midwifes to help show me what to do.

A couple of days into my stay I did have a panic attack where I was re-living the birth experience. Which was distressing for both me and Jamie as I basically started writhing around on the bed as if I were in labour again! It took me a long time to calm back down and made me quite on edge that the panic attacks might happen again, but thankfully they haven’t.

In summary my birth experience was everything that I didn’t want and everything that I feared all rolled into one. It has taken me a long time to come to terms with the C Section complications and what happened, and I still find it difficult to look at my C Section scar. I didn’t fear childbirth throughout my pregnancy but now when I get pregnant again I think I will struggle with the fear of the same thing happening again and know I will require a lot more emotional support.

Thank you for sharing your story Lisa! I really hope that this process has helped you come to terms with your birth experience xxx I believe, because if I didn’t I wouldn’t even consider having another, that with the right support you will be able to overcome your fears!

Did you have C Section complications? Or a serious fear of C sections? How would you advise Lisa to prepare for her next?

05 Feb, 2014

Sarah shares her story here of type 1 diabetes in pregnancy – she points out that a) she was told she wouldn’t be able to have children and b) that if you do have diabetes in pregnancy, it can go wrong. Happily Sarah is a mum of 2 demonstrating how it can be done!

Type 1 Diabetes in Pregnancy – Sarah’s Birth Story

I’m a Type 1 diabetic and have been my whole life. When I was younger, I was told I wouldn’t be able to have children, but then medicine progressed and I was referred to the pre conception clinic. When we got pregnant, I was given a 30 page A4 booklet about type 1 diabetes in pregnancy and there was one whole page about what could go wrong. The specialist diabetic midwives were lovely and very reassuring.

Then I found out that I also had an anterior placenta, which meant I couldn’t feel the kicks and didn’t have any alien moments. All of this meant that I didn’t feel very connected to my baby and I was convinced something would go wrong. But it didn’t and at week 38 I was being booked in for a routine induction. (Mums with type 1 diabetes in pregnancy have lots of problems if the babies over cook)

I was booked in on the Wednesday and looked at. Baby was looked at. We waited. Nothing. At about 2am I was given a pessary to get things started. Nothing. At 8am Thursday morning I had another pessary. Lucky old me. Nothing happened. Just after lunch, there was more prodding and poking and I was told that I was having contractions. That was a surprise. Sadly, because it was a bank holiday, all of my lovely diabetic midwives had booked the time off, so I didn’t get to see anything of the specialist diabetes in pregnancy team that I was promised.

The contractions weren’t anything to write home about so that evening we all went to sleep. The next day (Friday) I woke up with terrible period pains, but not the contractions I was hoping for. More examining and I was only 2cm. The aching went on through the day and into the night. At midnight on Friday, I’d still only got to 5cm and they were now worried about how tired we both were.

They did a test on baby, where they stuck a monitor to her head and told me she was ok, but they might need to do it again. At about 2am, alarms started to go off and they told me that baby was in distress and they needed to get her out. My perfect water birth suddenly became an emergency c-section, which I don’t really remember except I threw up in my husbands hands… When baby had been born, I asked my husband ‘what is it?’ (meaning boy or girl) and he looked at me, crying his eyes out and said ‘a baby’…!

Baby Ava was born at 2.35am on Saturday morning. At breakfast time, they tested her blood glucose and it was very low so she had to be taken to SCBU. We knew this might happen, so I had been hand expressing colostrum. They were really pleased and said it really helped, but she still needed to have a feeding tube.  The main problem for me, was that I couldn’t walk, due to the section so had to rely on people taking me to see her. I was the only one on the ward who’d had a section and the only one without my baby. I desperately wanted to see my baby. Luckily she was only there for a day, but then they put her in a trolley cot, next to my bed and I couldn’t lift her up, because of the section. It was a miserable time. She had big trouble latching on and I don’t know whether the time away from me or the feeding tube made that it worse, but it was horrible.

It was a far cry from my perfect NCT water birth. We didn’t even think about the birth plan! I’ve now had another baby by elective section and the two were so different. Ava’s now three and Eliza’s one and the best of friends!

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Thank you Sarah! Sarah is a regularly contributor to both the Mums’ Days Facebook Page conversations and this here blog! You can follow her journey by also reading her posts on Bottle feeding guiltBLW and Baby Bond.

Do you have diabetes? What was your experience of Diabetes in Pregnancy? Please do leave a comment below xx

When an Emergency C-section is needed

24 Nov, 2013

Fellow blogger, Mummy Morkus, has kindly shared her birth story with us today – I don’t want to spoil it for you but she does have an emergency c-section, and while I know it is something Mummy Morkus has had to come to terms with afterwards, the end result made it all worth while – a beautiful baby girl! She has written and shared this to help other mums and dads who went through something similar.

Mummy Morkus’ C-section Birth Story

We didn’t have a birth plan, but even our very lose plan flew out of the window when we actually got down to labouring.

The day after my due date I thought I had wet myself in the night. Turned out it was my forewaters. I was put on a strict timeline and given 24 hours to go into labour. Queue lots of walking, up and down stairs sideways, ball bouncing and reflexology.

The contractions were on and off all day and we settled down for an early night after I carb loaded. By midnight I was timing contractions and asked J to put on the tens machine. I carried on bouncing. By 4.30 the contractions were 3 minutes apart and lasting more than a minute. They were also bloody painful. The hospital said to come in.

Upon arriving I was examined and was only 2cm dilated. I was despondent but admitted because my time was nearly up. We made a plan to carry on until my deadline and then hormone drip and epidural would be administered.

8am and someone who didn’t know our plan came and examined me. Not only was I still just 2cm dilated but L had turned back to back. She then said, while I was puffing on gas and she was still examining me, “Partner please can you pass me the hook on the table over there”. Before I had a chance to close my legs in protest my waters were artificially broken. And there was a lot of muconium.

Cue mild panic from both me and J as we were put on constant monitoring. Luckily L seemed completely unaware of her early bowel movement and while still in an awkward position didn’t cause us any concern with her heart rate.

However, the artificial rupture of membranes caused my already painful contractions to suddenly up a notch and come thick and fast. I had more gas and air, it made me hallucinate and experience everything twice! It got unbearable. I needed an epidural.

But.

They couldn’t get it in. The contractions were too close together, my back was too tight to get needle safely in. 3 failed attempts and I was given pethadine.

I can’t remember all the failed epidural attempts. I can’t remember the pethadine decision being made. I can’t remember anything from about 10am to 5pm.

I came to after the pethadine, after a spinal block and once the epidural was in. I had a mobile epidural so I could top it up as I wanted. So I did, a lot!

While I couldn’t remember anything, my body had been working and I was 9cm by 8pm, unfortunately by 10pm I was still only 9cm and a scan showed L to be trying to arrive face first rather than with a nicely tucked in chin.

I had to choose between a hormone drip to make contractions strong enough to possibly deliver her or a c-section to definitely deliver her.

To be honest I knew what I wanted instantly. A safely delivered baby as soon as possible with as little possible stress for both of us. C-section it was.

I couldn’t see much in the theatre but the blue cloth separating my head from the rest of my body and J’s face. Theatre lights are reflective so I was doing all I could not to look in them and see what was happening to my numb body.

I can’t remember the pulling or tugging, I can remember a cry and one spindlly limb when she was shown to J and we finally knew she was a she. I said L’s name and then it gets foggy again.

I can remember hearing my heart beat on the monitor and J being told to bring L to be checked. I felt sick and dozy.

Some time later I was in recovery. Alone with my baby in an incubator. Too far away for me to touch. Just staring at her. I wasn’t allowed to hold her till my heart rate increased.

Eventually she was in my arms. This little stranger who I was convinced would be a boy. It felt surreal. Like it had happened to someone else. Luckily she looked like me so I knew she must be mine.

We were at the start of something. For some reason L had made it as difficult as possible to arrive in the way we had thought she would. She was defiant to the end, even proving mummy wrong with her gender.

Mummy did however get the weight spot on. 8lb on the cute button, just like her 20 week scan, nose.

c-section birth story

Thank you Mummy Morkus! Baby L is now 5 months and if you want to find out how she got on with coming to terms with her Emergency C-section you can read more on her blog.

Did you have an emergency c-section? How did you feel afterwards?