Parenting, Pregnancy, Uncategorized

And a baby was born…

I was 41 weeks and 1 day with an appointment scheduled at the hospital the next day to assss me and set a date for induction when I awoke at 5.30am to my first contraction. I wasn’t surprised as I had been feeling quite a bit of pressure the night before and figured something would happen soon. The first few hours were painful and at 10.30am after five hours we headed to the birth centre to meet with the midwife. Contractions were three minutes apart but bearable as I’d had time to adjust to the pain, I was 3cm dilated and advised to wait until dinner time and give the contractions time to become stronger and longer before coming back in.

The afternoon wasn’t too bad. I was mostly able to breathe through the pain. Late afternoon they became stronger and longer and we headed back to the birth centre to see the midwife again at about 7pm. My waters had been leaking since about midday but my contractions were seven minutes apart and I was still 3cm. We went back home at 8pm to have dinner and try and get some sleep in between contractions. If nothing changed overnight then we were to go to the hospital in the morning. 

Two hours later at 10pm the contractions really stepped up. They were strong and they were long. I couldn’t breathe through it, I was screaming and crying from the pain and so we called the midwife (who could very clearly hear me haha) and were instructed to go to the hospital. As soon as I stood up I started feeling the need to push and the car ride over felt like half an hour of hell. As soon as we got there they hooked me up to monitor baby and my contractions and I finally got some relief with the gas, though not a whole lot. I was still only getting about two contractions in ten minutes but I was transferred to a delivery suite and after about an hour, Jackson was born at 12.55am weighing in at 8lb 12oz.

Mum cried. My husband cried. I was just so thankful it was over and I had my boy in my arms. Then it was back on the gas as I’d sustained a second degree tear and needed suturing. After what felt like forever I was stitched up and after skin to skin and the first feed I was able to go and shower, although I accidentally spent too long in there because it felt so good and ended up fainting. Thankfully I didn’t rip open my stitches and after some food and drink I felt much better. Once the midwife finished her notes we were given the all clear to head back to the birth centre with our little man. 

Pregnancy

38 Weeks

Heartburn (as usual) and restless leg syndrome have been teaming up this week to ensure my sleep is utter crap. Baby is resting low which isn’t exactly comfortable and I’ve been such a lady, burping all the time due to gas. Labour feels so close but so far and the time is approaching where I’m keen to just get this baby out of me haha.

I’m now staying with my mother and will be for the rest of the pregnancy and boy oh boy has it been nice not having to do the majority of the cooking and cleaning like I do back home. I was nice though and prepped some meals for my husband to chuck in the slow cooker while he’s at work which he’s been enjoying and I took our dog with me so that he doesn’t have to worry about him during the day and shut him up in the kennel while he works.

It’s been great to have family around during the day. I was getting pretty lonely being at home by myself the majority of the day, so the company has been good and it’ll be even better when my best friend comes to visit throughout the week. I miss my husband terribly though and really hope he’s able to get a couple of days off and come visit.

With labour so close I’m getting a little nervous, but not hugely so. When you don’t know what to expect it’s scary but it’s also kind of hard to psych yourself up too much about it if you know what I mean? To be honest I’m more nervous about what comes after. It’s a big change, going from two to three and having a little person who is so dependant on you to look after. I can’t wait to meet him but I don’t want to screw it up.

With all the excitement/nerves surrounding baby I keep forgetting my birthday is coming up the day before his due date haha. Anything could happen between now and then. I could still be pregnant for my birthday, I could be in labour, I could be a mother. Who knows.

Overall though everything has been going so smoothly and as impatient as I am to meet him I’m enjoying these last weeks of relaxing as I know that once he’s here, everything will change. Might as well make the most of the time we have left.