Arrival of my Rainbow Baby
I have to be honest, labour is rough as fuck. I was not mentally prepared for the long ass labour journey I went through. Now don't get me wrong it wasn't as long as what some women go through but does that mean what I went through was easy peasy? Hell to the no! As people we need to stop down playing the life events we go through just because someone had it worse than us. Some people have it so much better but that shouldn't stop us being thankful for what we have. Always appreciate someone else's journey though.
Back to the vagina ripping, toe curling pain of bringing sweet innocent babies into the world. You know you always get told towards the end of pregnancy you'll just know when you're in labour. I call bullshit on the whole thing. I had the shits two weeks before my due date and EVERYONE was like holy shit Thia you're going to go into labour in the next few days. "That's what happened to me", is what I heard maybe everyday for the last 3 and half weeks of my pregnancy. Or I was told to try everything from eating pineapple, having sex, bouncing on that fucking exercise ball that I came to detest with all my being. Honestly I've never hated an inanimate object so much before in my life. I went for walks every day, because apparently that works too, right?
I tried everything you could think of people, it just was not working for me. You know what though, I didn't mind too much. Although I was in agony with my hips and back, my stomach was stretched to capacity and itched like I had constant heat rash. I knew as soon as my little boy came into the world everything would change. I didn't know how it would change which is what scared me the most, the unexpected of becoming a mother. Responsibility of the wellbeing for a tiny human that relied solely on me to keep him alive and happy. Scary shit that is, realising that my life will never being the same again. But we did it. I say we because even though it was me personally that delivered my little sprog but I couldn't of done it without my husband and mum.
The cramps were on and off the Sunday before I went into actual labour. I was in practise labour, what a pile of dog shit that was. Testing the waters just to see how we cope, get the men to panic and the family to nonstop texting asking if the baby is here yet? I thought I was in labour so I phoned and she told me to stay at home because I was talking through them, just to go for a bath and relax with no bubbles. I hate baths as it is, but with no bubbles? I looked literally like a beached whale, no bubbles to hide behind. Everything went away after that including my appetite, which I totally regret not making myself eat more as I had no energy for labour.
Monday came and I had a few cramps here and there but I just ignored it not getting my hopes up, I mean I was already 41 +2 weeks, thought he was going to make me wait to be induced on the Friday. I can honestly say as soon as I stopped focusing so much on trying to kickstart labour and just relax, that's when my body was like good you've chilled out now lets get this baby out.
Contractions came regularly in the evening and they began to get more painful, I wish I knew how painful they were going to get and I would of stayed home longer. I got myself into such a panic, terrified of giving birth in the car on the way there, 'because that has happened. women go from a 3 to 10 just like that!' I'm sure my husband heard that a lot from me! I got checked which is uncomfortable to say the least, it's strange considering sex doesn't hurt but having a woman sticking her hand up your vajayjay to check your cervix is horrifying, almost as bad as the two sweeps I had. It was worth it though, I was 3cm dilated! WOOHOO, I could stay in hospital and get all the drugs I needed. I always assumed because I am awful with pain that I would have everything they would give me. I am glad I didn't for me personally but if you did then there is nothing wrong with that either! We are all amazing mums no matter how we bring our babies into this world and it doesn't make you less of one because you did it different to someone else.
I hated Gas & Air, the midwife kept giving it to me and telling me to breath but it made me so claustrophobic for some reason. Then I puked after a few hours on it. The joys of puking with nothing in your stomach whilst having a contraction. In early labour walking around with my husband breathing with me helped so much, apparently I kept breathing wrong? Didn't even realise that could happen but I did what he told me to and it worked!
I'm pretty sure I pulled out half the hair on my head by the end of it, contractions were on top of each other, or so it felt like. Let me tell you the injection of pethidine and anti sickness I had, worked like a dream. It didn't get rid of the pain but I was so out of it I didn't really notice it like I was before. It did make my head feel really heavy and floppy. It wore off after 3 hours, by that point I was so ready for this devil inside of me to come out. The pain was indescribable, it's strange I can't really remember the physical pain but I know I was in agony, especially with some of the positions they would put me in. My hips locked at one point and that added to the contractions.
My midwives were absolutely amazing, it was nothing like how I had seen it on TV, they encouraged me to go natural and not have anymore pain meds and just to use the gas. But I couldn't so the last 5 hours including the pushing I didn't have anything. I did keep peeing a little bit with every contraction and I thought my waters had gone but nope just pee. Sitting on the toilet was the most comfortable place I had been and I asked to give birth there but they just laughed and told me no unless he was coming right that second. I got stuck at 8cm from 11am - half 1. They had to break my waters, if you've never experienced that then lucky you because it is fucking strange. She struggled to pop them and I could feel her tugging, which brought back all the nausea from before.
I only have one regret and that is not eating or drinking a lot before, I had little to no energy and I think that had a part in my body taking its time getting to the end. I was sweating so much, they were amazing and put cold flannels over my back and neck. They were checking babies heart rate a lot in the last few hours and sometimes they couldn't get it. But they reassured me it was just the position I was in so they helped me move to get it. His wellbeing was more important to me, I needed to know he was okay.
Pushing was an odd feeling, you can feel baby moving down every time. I would get close but then he'd just go back up as I was pushing long enough as I was lacking energy. My mum decided it was a good idea to go vagina end to see, that's the only time I lost it, how can I concentrate when my own mother is literally staring up the lady tunnel! I wasn't embarrassed but just couldn't handle another pair of eyes staring down there, like what if I shit myself? She would remind of that time I shit myself in labour all the time!
13 hours total of active labour, 2 and half hours of pushing, one husband hiding behind the bed holding me up trying to avoid seeing anything, and my sweet rainbow was born. Gave us a little panic not breathing properly or crying. After a minute he let the world know he had arrived and it was the best sound I have ever heard. 8lb 12oz of pure heaven.
The instant love for my son is a feeling I will never forget, and always cherish.
Back to the vagina ripping, toe curling pain of bringing sweet innocent babies into the world. You know you always get told towards the end of pregnancy you'll just know when you're in labour. I call bullshit on the whole thing. I had the shits two weeks before my due date and EVERYONE was like holy shit Thia you're going to go into labour in the next few days. "That's what happened to me", is what I heard maybe everyday for the last 3 and half weeks of my pregnancy. Or I was told to try everything from eating pineapple, having sex, bouncing on that fucking exercise ball that I came to detest with all my being. Honestly I've never hated an inanimate object so much before in my life. I went for walks every day, because apparently that works too, right?
I tried everything you could think of people, it just was not working for me. You know what though, I didn't mind too much. Although I was in agony with my hips and back, my stomach was stretched to capacity and itched like I had constant heat rash. I knew as soon as my little boy came into the world everything would change. I didn't know how it would change which is what scared me the most, the unexpected of becoming a mother. Responsibility of the wellbeing for a tiny human that relied solely on me to keep him alive and happy. Scary shit that is, realising that my life will never being the same again. But we did it. I say we because even though it was me personally that delivered my little sprog but I couldn't of done it without my husband and mum.
Monday came and I had a few cramps here and there but I just ignored it not getting my hopes up, I mean I was already 41 +2 weeks, thought he was going to make me wait to be induced on the Friday. I can honestly say as soon as I stopped focusing so much on trying to kickstart labour and just relax, that's when my body was like good you've chilled out now lets get this baby out.
Contractions came regularly in the evening and they began to get more painful, I wish I knew how painful they were going to get and I would of stayed home longer. I got myself into such a panic, terrified of giving birth in the car on the way there, 'because that has happened. women go from a 3 to 10 just like that!' I'm sure my husband heard that a lot from me! I got checked which is uncomfortable to say the least, it's strange considering sex doesn't hurt but having a woman sticking her hand up your vajayjay to check your cervix is horrifying, almost as bad as the two sweeps I had. It was worth it though, I was 3cm dilated! WOOHOO, I could stay in hospital and get all the drugs I needed. I always assumed because I am awful with pain that I would have everything they would give me. I am glad I didn't for me personally but if you did then there is nothing wrong with that either! We are all amazing mums no matter how we bring our babies into this world and it doesn't make you less of one because you did it different to someone else.
I hated Gas & Air, the midwife kept giving it to me and telling me to breath but it made me so claustrophobic for some reason. Then I puked after a few hours on it. The joys of puking with nothing in your stomach whilst having a contraction. In early labour walking around with my husband breathing with me helped so much, apparently I kept breathing wrong? Didn't even realise that could happen but I did what he told me to and it worked!
I'm pretty sure I pulled out half the hair on my head by the end of it, contractions were on top of each other, or so it felt like. Let me tell you the injection of pethidine and anti sickness I had, worked like a dream. It didn't get rid of the pain but I was so out of it I didn't really notice it like I was before. It did make my head feel really heavy and floppy. It wore off after 3 hours, by that point I was so ready for this devil inside of me to come out. The pain was indescribable, it's strange I can't really remember the physical pain but I know I was in agony, especially with some of the positions they would put me in. My hips locked at one point and that added to the contractions.
My midwives were absolutely amazing, it was nothing like how I had seen it on TV, they encouraged me to go natural and not have anymore pain meds and just to use the gas. But I couldn't so the last 5 hours including the pushing I didn't have anything. I did keep peeing a little bit with every contraction and I thought my waters had gone but nope just pee. Sitting on the toilet was the most comfortable place I had been and I asked to give birth there but they just laughed and told me no unless he was coming right that second. I got stuck at 8cm from 11am - half 1. They had to break my waters, if you've never experienced that then lucky you because it is fucking strange. She struggled to pop them and I could feel her tugging, which brought back all the nausea from before.
I only have one regret and that is not eating or drinking a lot before, I had little to no energy and I think that had a part in my body taking its time getting to the end. I was sweating so much, they were amazing and put cold flannels over my back and neck. They were checking babies heart rate a lot in the last few hours and sometimes they couldn't get it. But they reassured me it was just the position I was in so they helped me move to get it. His wellbeing was more important to me, I needed to know he was okay.
Pushing was an odd feeling, you can feel baby moving down every time. I would get close but then he'd just go back up as I was pushing long enough as I was lacking energy. My mum decided it was a good idea to go vagina end to see, that's the only time I lost it, how can I concentrate when my own mother is literally staring up the lady tunnel! I wasn't embarrassed but just couldn't handle another pair of eyes staring down there, like what if I shit myself? She would remind of that time I shit myself in labour all the time!
13 hours total of active labour, 2 and half hours of pushing, one husband hiding behind the bed holding me up trying to avoid seeing anything, and my sweet rainbow was born. Gave us a little panic not breathing properly or crying. After a minute he let the world know he had arrived and it was the best sound I have ever heard. 8lb 12oz of pure heaven.The instant love for my son is a feeling I will never forget, and always cherish.
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