I loved my labour. I healed well. I can't wait to be pregnant again.
Julia was due to be born on the 18th October 2001. Because of my pregnancy induced hypertension (high blood pressure), the doctors decided that I should have her induced. The date of the induction was Monday 8th October 2001.
At 8am Andrew and I went to the hospital for the first (as it turns out- only) application of the prostaglandin gel at 8.30am. I was at the hospital for about 2 hours while they externally monitored Julia's heart rate and my blood pressure. We left the hospital, and got home at about 11.30am. I jumped into bed to read at about midday, feeling slight period pain. The slight period pain felt stronger and stronger, till at 1pm I decided to get up and have a walk and a cup of tea. Just as I thought about doing this, I heard a 'pop', but thought it was from outside. I rolled out of bed and stood up, feeling 2 'runs' of water, that was definitely not me weeing myself. I then realised as well that my period pains were quite regular and painful. They were 4 minutes apart and definitely enough to make me take notice. We called the hospital and were told to come in, but not to rush it. I had a piece of toast and a cup of tea, by then the contractions were 3 minutes apart. On the way to the hospital I was really uncomfortable. The contractions were 2 minutes apart and quite painful by the time we got to the hospital at about 2pm. They monitored Julia, she was fine and my blood pressure was stable.
They moved me into the birthing room at about 3pm and I immediately went into the shower, on the roller ball thingy. They did an internal and I was 3 cm dilated at 3.30pm. The next hour went like a blur. I remember asking for pethidine, being told to wait and that I was doing really well just breathing and rocking through the contractions. I remember I looked at one of the mid-wives and asked for some gas. I was on the verge of freaking out with the pain (Andrew has told me that I actually screamed). She had me lie over a bean bag with pillows heaped on top of it and showed me how to use the gas. I had the choice of the mouthpiece, or the mask. I chose the mask. I remember she told me to make the machine rattle. I made it almost explode I could feel each contraction coming, getting harder and lasting longer. The gas removed my sense of time, but left me aware of the pain. I could hear people talking and I could talk back, but I was really in my own world.
At about 4.30 (apparently) I yelled that I needed to push. My contractions were finishing with an extreme urge to push. The midwives told me that I couldn't push, to use the gas and breathe through that urge and that the doctor was on the way. Well- the doctor looked inside and said, yep, she is ready to go, 10 cm dilated and that Julia's head was waiting to come out. So then the push started.
I pushed about 5 times, each time, moving her slowly further down. The midwives told me to change my way of pushing. I put my feet on their hips, grabbed hold of my thighs near my knees, stuck my chin down to my chest and when time came to push, I remember I roared. It's funny, while I was roaring, I remember thinking to myself that I would scare the baby I pushed so hard, that Julia's head was birthed and on the next breath, her body followed. What an exquisite pain it was.. She was born with her right hand beside her head, next to her ear. She was born at 4.57pm, 7lbs 1oz, 52cm long with a head circumference of 32.5cm. And a shock of white blonde hair... Perfect
I sustained 4th degree tears to my perineum, rectum and sphincte.. I guess that if I could have changed anything, it would have been to not be on my back and to have controlled my pushing a bit more, to let myself stretch. But as it turned out, I had too much strength inside me and no-one (including me) knew that.
I managed to feed her between having an IV line put in and the surgeon poking around to see exactly how badly I had torn. Pretty bad. I was put under a general anaesthetic and had my bottom half sewn back together. I had not only torn the outside, but muscle on the inside To repair the damage took 25 stitches. That is quite a few in regards to repairing a labour tear. Julia was fine, she hung out with my hubby for a while till I came back. She had a slight case of jaundice, due to being 10 days early. We were in hospital for 4 days.
Edited by Isis, 30 April 2008 - 04:42 PM.