Every Tuesday I’m going to share a birth story on my blog. To start off this new topic I’m sharing my birth story first. Oliver is already 1,5 year old but I still haven’t shared the story of Oliver’s birth. Even that its already 1,5 year ago I still like to share my birth story.
I had a very short labour and delivery but I managed to write a very long story and this is already to short version.
Even that its a bit on the long side I still hope you enjoy reading it.
Friday 20 November 2015 – 39 Weeks Pregnant
That morning I woke up with a funny feeling but I couldn’t place what it was. I decided to get up and start the day. After I? had my breakfast I had to be sick. I found this strange as I didn’t felt sick. During that day I had to be sick a couple more times but I felt absolutely fine apart from my food not staying inside. As soon as I ate or drink something it came straight out again. It worried me as I was scared I would dehydrate and the baby wouldn’t get enough of what it should get. So I called the midwife ward and they told me I would be fine as long as I tried to drink sips of water but if I still had this the next day I had to call back.
I had heard before that being sick can be a sign for labour to start and I thought about that but I also thought that wasn’t the case with me as I was convinced I wouldn’t give birth for another 2 weeks or so.
In the evening I managed to keep my dinner inside and I didn’t had to be sick anymore.
Saturday 21 November 2015 – 39 Weeks 1 Day Pregnant
I felt better again, well I never felt poorly or anything but I didn’t had to be sick anymore. Which was a big relief for me as the baby wouldn’t come anything short.
Andy wanted to go to Ikea to get a dining table and some other bibs and bobs. We only just moved to our new house. Andy mentioned that he didn’t want to take the risk not having a dining table as my mom and sister would come as soon as the baby was born. I had to laugh at that as I thought we had plenty of time as I was still convinced this baby wouldn’t make his appearance anytime soon (how wrong of me to think that ha ha).
When Andy came back with the Ikea stuff we put the table together and I put the chairs together as well after. Andy put a photo of it on Facebook writing with it how proud he was of me still doing stuff like that while I was plus 39 weeks pregnant.
After our busy day doing stuff in the house we were hungry and decided to walk to the supermarket to get something for dinner.
A very fast labour and delivery
We only walked for about 10 meters when I felt/heard a PANG and a gush of liquid drippled between my legs. ‘’My waters just broke’’ I screamed to Andy. So we walked back home and I went straight to the toilet and asked Andy for a cup so I could see what colour my waters were and I called the midwife ward at the hospital as well. They told me I had to come to hospital straight away so they could check me but they were also very clear not to bring my bag to the ward yet as there would be a big chance I would go home again. I knew indeed that when your waters break it doesn’t mean your labour starts straight away. So I was convinced we would go bag home again and the baby would be born in the next 48 hours or so. Of course we brought my bag but left it in the boot.
But before we were ready to go to the hospital I still sat on the toilet and thought how on earth am I going to get of the toilet as the water kept on gushing out. I got up but my trousers were soaked wet so I decided to quickly change into a new trousers and put a big pad in my knickers but without any luck as I was soaked wet pretty soon already again and thought well so be it lets go to the hospital. Andy’s sister in Law drove us to the hospital and during the drive to the hospital I called my mom and suddenly I felt something pushing down I assumed it was the baby’s head. It didn’t heart it just felt like something was seriously pushing down.
When we arrived at the hospital and walked to the ward I had to stop a few times as I my tummy did hurt a bit by then but I thought they weren’t contractions as they could never come this fast and I thought they would feel more like period cramps and what I felt didn’t felt like period cramps. It didn’t really hurt but was more uncomfortable.
I had quit a few contractions while were waiting before someone opened the door to get into the ward and I kept on ringing the bell and the midwifes could see me through the class and I was waving but nobody seemed to be bothered to open the door. I was getting a bit annoyed and thought open that bloody door as I want to sit down instead of standing here.
Finally they opened the door so I walked straight to the first midwife I saw and told her what happened so far and she told me to go to the waiting room and wait to be called. I was in shock and thought excuse me are you not going to check me right now? I never said anything so we walked to the waiting room. While we were waiting there we decided to time my contractions (they were still no contractions in my opinion that was not possible so quickly). I was focussing on the cramps which weren’t any contractions (what a joke for thinking that) so I really don’t have a clue how long they were apart from each other. Andy only said ‘ohw the app says we have to go to hospital now’. I could feel them coming more and more regular and with shorter breaks in between. Andy made the ‘funny’ joke if I was having a big shit. F*ck you Andy. Andy’s sister in law noticed the contractions were coming faster and faster as well so she went to see a midwife and told her that someone really needed to have a look at me as I was in labour. The midwife said very snobby well that’s why everyone is on this ward we will come and see Iva shortly. I don’t know exactly how long we have been waiting in the waiting room but way to long for my liking.
When they finally called me the midwife examined me and I was already 4 centimetres dilated so we could go to the birth centre. Yes, this was good news as we didn’t had to go back home. Andy said he had to tell his sister in law what was happening and to get my suitcase out the car ‘I shouted NOOO you’re not leaving me’. Obviously he had to go and tell her what was happening but I made very clear he had to come back straight away. In the mean time my contractions were getting worse and worse. There was hardly any time for me to recover from the contraction before. At that point I knew they must be contractions. Andy stayed away and I thought where on earth is he but at that time I didn’t thought to much about it as I was to busy fighting those contractions. Holy quacamoly I got a very strong feeling that I had to push. I thought this was ridiculous as it could never happen this fast. At that point Andy came finally back and I told him to get a midwife as the baby was coming. He thought I was getting crazy and he didn’t believe me. I had to tell him 3 more times to get a midwife when he finally listened and was getting a midwife.
The midwife examined me again and I could see in her face that she was slightly shocked sand he said you are 10 centimetres dilated. I wasn’t even impressed as the only thing I could think of was that I had to push. I was still in a funny room without a proper bed. The heartbeat was getting slower so we had to go to the delivery suite instead of the birth centre at that moment I didn’t care anymore I just wanted to push so badly. She said we are going NOW to the delivery suite and I said NOOO I have to push now I can’t help it. I was allowed to push ones and after that push I had to get straight into the wheel chair to go to the delivery suite. Pushing didn’t hurt it was a big relieve and I kind of enjoyed that.
In a rush we came into the delivery room I jumped on the bed Andy had to help the midwife holding the heart monitor as there wasn’t time to attach it properly to me. I was ready to push again so I did. While I was pushing Andy’s sister in law came into the room with my suitcase but I didn’t really notice as I was busy pushing. In total I only had to push 3 times for Oliver to be born.
There he was Oliver Ronnie Coumans Smith. Born on 21 November at 19.41 weighing 3,3kg. He was so beautiful and perfect and I kept on saying that to Andy. ‘Look Andy how beautiful he is’ I said that for about 1000 times.
I saw the midwife looking a bit worried so I was worried as well. So I kept asking what was wrong but she didn’t gave an answer straight away. The issue was that blood kept on flushing out and she didn’t know where it was coming from. The anxiety person in me came and I was all scared that I would die and I thought I can’t die I just gave birth to my son. Another midwife came in and she tried to look where the bleeding was coming from and she found a tear inside but she didn’t manage to stich it properly as it was an awkward place to get to so a doctor was called and she managed to stich it up properly and so the bad bleeding stopped. That was a big relieve but I was still anxious that the bleeding would come back. I have written all about that before so I’m not going in detail about that now.
Because my labour and delivery happened all so fast I don’t know all the exact times of when what happened exactly. I only know that my waters broke at 17.20 and Oliver was born at 19.41. So it all happened in only 2 hours and 20 minutes.
Even that it all happened so fast and I definitely would sign to have any other labour and delivery like this one but because of my anxiety I can’t say I experienced it all as wonderful especially about what happened afterwards with the bleeding. Of course the moment of holding and seeing Oliver for the first time were very wonderful.
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