Posted 12 September 2002 - 11:42 AM
On August 9 our beautiful son Samuel arrived. This is our story!
Sam was due on August 2 and by the 8th I was well and truly ready for him to come. I had arranged to have him in the King George V birth centre and, in line with their non-interventionist approach I knew the liklihood of being induced was small. So I took 5 mils of castor oil on the morning of the 8th.
By 6pm that night, I knew I was in early labour. We were at my mum's for dinner, so we stayed until about 9:30 then went home. All the way we joked about how we would have Sammy by this time tommorrow!
By 2 am my contractions were three minutes apart, but I waited at home until 5 am to go to the hospital. I think I was in denial and poor old Paul was desperate to get his screaming wife out of the house!
The midwife said that I was five centremeters dilated and that we could expect Sam at about 11 am. This sounded great to me. At about 9 am I got in the shower with Paul and stayed there for two hours. Still no Sam.
By 12:30 I was back in the shower, with no Sam. By 3pm I was in agony and utterly exhuasted after being up since 6am the day before, and STILL no Sam. So the midwife decided to break my waters and then Paul and I got in the big hot tub, and I started on the gas. This was the start of our horror spin out of control.
Unfortuantly I gassed myself into oblivian. I kept telling Paul that I was starring in a movie and that this wasn't really happening. I can't really remember this part, but I do know that I dislocated my jaw (I found out later at the doctors) on the gas mouthpiece from biting so hard.
By 8pm we were still in the bath (five hours later) and the midwife was convinced he was coming soon - she even got the towels out. I had my two best friends waiting in the waiting room and they are traumatised by how loud I was screaming, but not as traumatised as Paul who was completly beside himself.
But by 9:30 there was till no Sam and the midwife finally suggested that I was not going to deliver and that we be transferred to the Labour ward. By this stage I had been in labour for 28 hours. Paul immediatly agreed, but I had to consent - which was difficult as I was very busy starring in a movie at the time.
So at 10 pm we got the the labour ward. The nurses up there were just fantastic. Paul called my mum who arrived ten minutes later. The midwife in charge told my mum that she didn't think Sam was going to come naturally, and she had called the obstertrician. But first they gave me an epidural. However as I had gassed myself I couldn't get my feet flat for the epidural and they accidently put it in too far. Paul was crying at this stage and had to leave as they checked that the hadn't paralysed me. Then they had to do the epidural again.
The second epidural was JUST. ABSOLUTELY. GREAT. The ob arrived and felt the baby and checked the monitor and said that Sam was posterier and was distressing himself at each contraction trying to turn around. He then said that they were going to do a ceasar NOW! I remember how impressive the surgeons were and how many of them there were.
At a quarter to twelve Sam was pulled, screaming and piddling, into the world. He also had his cord around his neck so we were very lucky. He weighed 8 pund 6 and was 53 centremeters.
He was perfect in every way and worth every second. He is now just over a month old and an angel. I now understand why so many women go back for more!!!