My Birth Story: In Labour

My birth story continued…

Following on from part one, My Birth Story: Labour Signs

And so my birth story continues.

I put my not so lovely hospital nightgown on even though I brought my own nicer one. I was at the point of not caring, all of that seemed to go out the window. They inserted a drip which I think were hormones or something like that. After that was done and all was going smoothly, the OB said to the midwife, “ok, I’m going home now, give me a call if you need me.”

My birth story: in labour
Mr G and I discussed calling our parents. At this point, they didn’t know we were even at the hospital or that my waters had broken the night before. The midwife suggested that we don’t call otherwise we’d get bombarded with calls and concerns.  But, in the end, we did contact them and our parents were sitting in the waiting room within the hour!  Soon enough, my contractions started. They were very mild at first and then they became closer and closer and more intense. I think contractions started around 10am.

Walking, dancing and the breaking of waters

As I lay in bed for a while I had the urgent need to get up and walk around. I had back ache and my bum hurt! I danced around with my drip stand (quite literally) and focused on walking around in circles, stamping my feet to get through contractions. It really helped, something I read in Birth Skills by Ju Ju Sundin.

Actually, I think before this I needed to go to the toilet, yes that ‘s right. I got up and my waters really broke all over the floor. I was horrified and very apologetic to the midwife, but to her, it was no big deal.  I went back to standing and walking around and really think this helped to dilate my cervix.  But, there was a point where I really wanted to sit down, so I did, on the big comfy recliner couch. This is where and when my most intense contractions happened. This is where the gas really became my friend.

My birth story: in labour

Breathing and gas

Mr G was an amazing support person, he helped me so much by reminding me of my breathing. It was two quick breaths in on the gas followed by a big inhale and a long slow exhale until the contractions were gone. After that it was a big inhale of oxygen. Mr G would have to remind me to do the oxygen part sometimes!

The gas is some powerful stuff and put me into quite a fuzzy state like I was really drunk and up in the clouds. But it worked at those moments when I really needed it. I remember offering the gas to Mr G a couple of times, but he was a good boy and said no,  remembering the story the midwife told us in antenatal classes about the guy who took it and passed out, hit his head and missed out on the birth of his child.

The midwife asked me if I wanted an Epidural because it was the time to do it if I wanted one. I remember asking, “So is it (the pain) going to get any worse?” She responded, “The pain probably won’t, but the contractions will get closer together.” I thought to myself, “well, I’ve gotten this far and I’m doing pretty damn good,” so I said no thanks.

Super fast dilation

It was at this point that I had to get back on the bed for them to check how far I was dilated. Holy cow!  In about 4 hours I’d gone from 2cm to 8.5cm! I remember the midwives saying, “We’d better get the doctor back here!”  They told me at this point that I had to get through some more contractions so I could get to 10cm. It didn’t take long. The pushing would be starting soon.

I remember thinking in the back of my mind, “Holy cow, the OBGYN said we’d probably have a baby by 12 tonight but it’s only 2pm!”

The OBGYN returned and had her apron on ready to go!

What happened next? Read on to part 3– My Birth Story: Giving Birth

Eva Lewis (The Multitasking Woman)

Eva is the Editor and Owner of The Multitasking Woman - a lifestyle and parenting blog.She always has her fingers in many different pies but wouldn't have it any other way. Eva is a Mum to her 4-year-old son, 2 month old daughter, two chickens, one dog and a fish called Bob and a wife to Mr G. They all live happily in their little cottage on the outskirts of Brisbane.

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