bassa's birth story
Jan 17, 2018 11:38:19 GMT -6
Post by bassa on Jan 17, 2018 11:38:19 GMT -6
Friday the 12th all day I had painless contractions every ten minutes. Still a week before the due date, I was pretty convinced that nothing would come of it until later in the evening when they got a bit more intense and every 6 minutes. Then I thought, ok maaaybe this will turn into labor. By around 10pm they started to hurt just a little, but they slowed down and I was able to sleep, waking up every hour or so.
In the morning Saturday I let my mom know contractions were still going (still barely painful, mostly just tight) and she came over around 9:45am to be with DD. I took a shower, and figured I had several hours before they would get more serious, and that we’d head to the hospital sometime that afternoon.
Between 10:00 and 11:00 contractions became more like 4 or 5 minutes apart, but I was still able to talk through them and play with DD. At 11:20 I called the hospital, figuring it was time to go in since they were hurting more. When they didn’t pick up right away I told H to call, in case I had a contraction while on the phone. He called at 11:30 and while he was talking to them my pain level shot through the roof, I was scream yelling and my water broke. The doctor said “Yea...come now.”
We rushed to the car (leaving a very sad, tantruming DD with my mom), and the 15 minute ride was hellish. Got to the hospital, saw there was no valet on weekends, parked in the garage and went into the wrong building. At this point I’m screaming and can barely walk. Some nurse hears us and rushes out with a wheel chair, and they run me over to the labor ward.
Once there they skip the assessment room and take me straight to a delivery room (enter 12:17pm). I’m crying and asking for an epidural, and they say "lololololol." Get me on the table, check and I’m 8cm dilated. No time for an IV, let alone an epidural! They check again after two more contractions, I'm 10cm and they tell me it’s time to push. The pain is...unreal. My throat still hurt the next day from the screaming. But, 9 minutes of pushing later (12:29pm) baby Emmeline Claire was born! 7lbs 11oz, 20.5 inches. They stitched up a second degree tear.
And here are my sideways pictures, because for some reason this site doesn't want me to post photos like a normal person.![]()
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In the morning Saturday I let my mom know contractions were still going (still barely painful, mostly just tight) and she came over around 9:45am to be with DD. I took a shower, and figured I had several hours before they would get more serious, and that we’d head to the hospital sometime that afternoon.
Between 10:00 and 11:00 contractions became more like 4 or 5 minutes apart, but I was still able to talk through them and play with DD. At 11:20 I called the hospital, figuring it was time to go in since they were hurting more. When they didn’t pick up right away I told H to call, in case I had a contraction while on the phone. He called at 11:30 and while he was talking to them my pain level shot through the roof, I was scream yelling and my water broke. The doctor said “Yea...come now.”
We rushed to the car (leaving a very sad, tantruming DD with my mom), and the 15 minute ride was hellish. Got to the hospital, saw there was no valet on weekends, parked in the garage and went into the wrong building. At this point I’m screaming and can barely walk. Some nurse hears us and rushes out with a wheel chair, and they run me over to the labor ward.
Once there they skip the assessment room and take me straight to a delivery room (enter 12:17pm). I’m crying and asking for an epidural, and they say "lololololol." Get me on the table, check and I’m 8cm dilated. No time for an IV, let alone an epidural! They check again after two more contractions, I'm 10cm and they tell me it’s time to push. The pain is...unreal. My throat still hurt the next day from the screaming. But, 9 minutes of pushing later (12:29pm) baby Emmeline Claire was born! 7lbs 11oz, 20.5 inches. They stitched up a second degree tear.
And here are my sideways pictures, because for some reason this site doesn't want me to post photos like a normal person.
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