I was due on Monday 26th July, but was told to prepare for our little guy anytime from 36 weeks again. Each day I made past that magical date felt like a huge accomplishment. I wasn’t wishing away being pregnant at all.
On the Friday we grocery shopped as normal and then when we got home I caught up on the washing and misc things around the house. I had a feeling something was going to happen on Saturday but didn’t mention it to anyone at the risk of jinxing myself.
Brett went to work as normal on the Friday night. Mum came over and Ethan went down as around 8pm. Mum left around 10.30pm and I dropped into bed. I remember waking from 1am about every 15 minutes with mild contractions, and then at 3.15am I woke up to my water breaking. I got myself changed and called the hospital, she wanted me to come in considering we are 45 minutes away. The constant ‘leaking’ was horrible . So I called Mum over to pick up Ethan, called Brett home from work and they dead heated in the driveway just after 4am. Brett had a quick shower and then spent what felt like forever deciding what top to wear and doing his bloody hair . I jumped in the shower again and we made our way in. I was so relieved to be driving through the city at 5am with nobody around.
Got inside at 5.40am and went up to the labour ward, settled in all while breathing through contractions now about 7-8 minutes apart. Was 4cm dilated. Doctor came in and put in the canula (I think?) into the top of my hand and got the antibiotics started. That was horrible (the procedure) and within 30 seconds I was vomiting everywhere. Then got strapped up and had monitoring till about 7am as they wanted to see how he was going in there. Somehow stomached some breakfast while watching Rage as a distraction on tele.
While breathing through contractions I spoke to Julie about pain relief, she confirmed the three options I already knew about and nothing sounded interesting to me so I just kept plodding along and talking to the student MW Emma.
Another hour passed and it was 8am, the doctor came in and he said as my waters broke 5 hours ago and I had tested positive to the Strep B he wanted to get things moving. So Brett and I walked the labour ward for nearly an hour, then came back into the room and Julie the MW had the syntocanin ready to go. While walking around I thought the contractions were starting to come more frequent, but Brett was chatting away trying to keep me distracted so I didn’t think too much about it.
I said give me 15 minutes to have a shower and then I will have it all started. I went from breathing through contractions and holding onto the rail to screaming for an epidural now . I felt he had moved down and started to feel that sense of loosing control. Julie somehow managed to get me out and onto the bed (while buzzing for ‘someone, anyone, preferably my Student MW Emma’ - who she sent on a break) while I was yelling for Brett to get the anaesthetist and Julie told me it was too late he would be out in two pushes. She was right. Lucas Jack was born at 9.51am.
I felt that urgent relief and our second precious little boy was here. I had a shot of syntocanin in my thigh and the placenta was out two minutes later.
I only had one internal at about 6.15am, and then the pressure in my bum feeling hit me at 9.40am so Julie wasn’t sure how fast I dilated, but she suggested if we go back for #3 I should consider a home birth
She then checked me out and said she could do the stitching in the room with some local. Boy was that was an experience. The pulling feeling of her stitching was strange.
Easily the four most painful things about my whole experience were the plastic tubing/threading into the top of my hand so the antibiotics could go in, I think that was called a canula? The 2 minutes (that felt like a life time) where I was stuck in the shower and it hit me he had moved down as I had had horrid pressure on my bum. And pushing. Oh how I underestimated pushing.
It was so nice to be up on the ward with Brett and Lucas before midday having lunch and just remembering what a morning we just had! We then called our parents and grandparents and then the three of us got in a much needed nap. Brett had been up since the morning of the day before and had also worked, and I felt like I hadn’t been to bed.
By the late Sunday afternoon I was itching to get home and missed my little Ethan so much already. Finally got the doctor around to clear me, then the paed who seen Lucas and said she was happy for us to head home.
It was quite the different experience this time. It’s hard to describe, Ethan’s birth I ended up being drugged out of my mind and woke up with no memory what had happened 4 hours later as I had an emergency triple dose of the epidural. But this time there was a huge sense of self achievement in trusting my body, listening to my MW and having Brett there next to me - and not having a distressed baby. I surely didn’t go in thinking I could birth my babe without pain relief.
Lucas born Saturday 17th July at 9.51am
Head circumference: 34cm
Weight: 3.090kg (6lb 8oz)