This is such a late post! Baby remember, of course comes before blog (even alphabetically) and although at times I may have time to write, I choose to either sleep, rest or at least clean my house a bit. Anyway, this is the story of my labour. It’s not a fairytale
So much has changed in my family life with Elijah arriving. I feel I have plenty to tell but little to speak about. I’m no expert in “motherhood”. So today I will tell about my labour in abridged version. Perhaps most mothers do not like to talk about their experience of labour because it was traumatic or not quite what they had expected – for me it was an experience to remember not in a pleasant way but because it has become something I rejoice that God has been so gracious to me.
My estimated due date (EDD) was the 21st of February 2010. On that early morning perhaps about 02:30 AM I remember being somewhat cross with my husband as he was still up so late with his computer as usual (arghgh! ) therefore I went to bed feeling upset but I decided to read a book to distract myself. A little while later I heard a loud ( yes loud! ) POP and a mild pain in my abdomen – did I position myself in such an awkward way that I had hurt Elijah whilst he was still in the womb? ( I know it sounds crazy but being pregnant I can have odd thoughts
) So I whipped my stethescope out and there it was his heartbeat still beating normally. Then of course it hit me – the most likely event was my waters had broken. So I checked and yup it looks like it had. I got my husband who got the hospital, told my parents who were around and off we went with our bags.
In the car, I felt some mild contractions. They felt like period cramps. We arrived about 03:20 AM at the hospital and by then the contractions were more painful and closer together. At 0:500 AM I was about 4cm, fully effaced and was offered to use gas and also to have an epidural. The period cramps had now progressed to a really bad stomachache. The gas did its job wonderfully but I couldn’t decide if I wanted the epidural. Thankfully husband and I had discussed this during the last trimester and I had decided then to have it as I did not want to be stressed out with pain in the 2nd stage of labour. So he became my advocate and said Yes for me.
The anasthetist arrived late at 05:50AM. The midwife had offered to do an examination before having the epidural as she could see I was wanting to push but me being a stubborn person refused (in case I couldn’t get the epidural as I might be fully) and told the anaesthetist as best as I could to do his job. The examination right after that at about 06:00AM confirmed I was indeed fully dilated! So I got my epidural being fully dilated – hahaha. Did it help ? Yes although not completely.
I was told to push but I didn’t want to as I didn’t think there was any hurry and wanted the contractions to do their work by themselves. I also informed the midwife I wanted to push lying on my left side but she told me I couldn’t as it wouldn’t work. I was cross with her because this was the same midwife I had for my antenatal classes who clearly stated we could in any position we wanted (lying/squatting/standing) and also because when I did try pushing on my back I felt I couldn’t do it as effectively. And I kept telling her that but she kept telling me otherwise. To make things worse she and another midwife kept telling me when my obstetrician comes he would be wanting to put up the oxytocin drip to increase my contractions as they seemed less effective with the epidural in. I actually couldn’t believe my ears as I was quite sure he wouldn’t do it – this was only at most twenty minutes after the epidural. Were they trying to scare me so that I would push? Anyway, they left me and husband in the room and at the end I shouted at him to call for them urgently at the end because I knew myself that in a few pushes I would be delivering. Sigh – my husband felt they were little help, especially for him. They were not around to help him help me. I don’t blame him – a midwife should be there as much as possible during the 2nd stage no matter how long it takes; it only takes a few moments for things to drastically change for mother, baby or even husband. For me, I felt they just wanted to finish their job as quickly as they could; and they were not even having a busy night. I must have been on their gossip plate that morning as the postnatal nurse said they thought I could have laboured faster. Whatever for? I was not going for a gold medal.
Elijah was delivered after and estimated 4 hours and 38 minutes , with my torso lying left lateral as I wanted and I did not get any oxytocin. He screamed right when he was out and Joel got to cut the umbilical cord
I was so exhausted after I had to remind myself to breath.
My thanks to my obstetrician, I’m happy I was referred to him. I have to say I think the Epi-No device I used to help minimise traumas to the perineum did help me. ( more so for the pushing sensation )
Yes – I was not pleased at all with the midwifery staff for me. Quite a few friends themselves have had unpleasant experiences, however this is not to say that they are all “mean”. I have worked with many other midwives who are excellent. Anyhow, looking back, I’m really glad I discussed the decision to have the epidural with my husband as I think I probably wouldn’t have gone through the 2nd stage of labour well without it.
Anyhow my emotions aside, statistically
(1) about 5% of babies arrive on their EDD.
(2) about 10% of women in term pregnancies break their waters before contractions
(3) few primigravids deliver in such a short time of less than 5 hours. The average as was quoted to me is 12 hours.
Elijah and I fall into this very narrow statistical category. Not just one, but all three of them. This is why I rejoice and say God has been gracious to me. I could have had a normal labour or even a complicated one, but he gave me better with such a short labour time and the arrival of our baby just right on time.