Wednesday 6th December 2017
The day our lives changed
3:45am - First wake up
Both me and my partner woke up (strangely at the same time) to both go to the toilet. I felt perfectly fine (apart from sickness) and then got back into bed and dozed off back to sleep.
Both me and my partner woke up (strangely at the same time) to both go to the toilet. I felt perfectly fine (apart from sickness) and then got back into bed and dozed off back to sleep.
4:15am - Signs I was in labour
I woke back up after falling asleep for a short time, this time it wasn't the sickness making me feel off. It was the pains! Sharp, stabbing pains like those of very severe period cramps. I eventually woke Ben up, while I was stood bent over the bed (the only position that was comfy) and said to him "I think he's coming, but I aren't sure. Its just bloody painful!" We then spent the hour deciding what to do as the pains were getting more sharp and painful, but happening at irregular times.
5:15am - Calling the hospital
Now crouched on the floor at the side of the bed, I managed to somehow pass my phone to Ben to get him to call the hospital. When we got through to someone on the phone, they wanted to speak to me to find out what was happening. I started to explain that I was getting severe cramping pains, like period cramps and was feeling hot. They were happening for around 30-40seconds at a time with gaps of 1 minute - 5 minutes between. They advised over the phone to take paracetomal and have a warm bath as the contractions I was experiencing weren't at a regular pattern. My mum then got a phone call saying I was coming down and needed her to run me a bath as I was in labour.
5:30am - Packing hospital bag
Now baring in mind we had only spent 5 nights in our new home, it was now time to make sure I had everything for going to the hospital. A lot of things were still in boxes which I needed some of, but me and Ben, well just Ben, packed my hospital bag. Now this was the time to be a fly on the wall in our bedroom haha...... Picture this. Me in my mismatching pyjamas, crouched over on the floor at the side of the bed, NOT MOVING FROM THE FLOOR, trying to instruct Ben as to where I thought things were I needed to put in the small suitcase I was using as my hospital bag, all while taking breathers while having contractions. During the contractions I NEVER spoke! I was in the zone, keeping my breathing controlled.
6:00am - Time to get in the car to my mums house
Between contractions I said to Ben, "Right. After this contraction I am going to go down the stairs to the living room and get to the floor for the next one. Then after that I will let the next contraction pass, then get my shoes and coat on. After the next contraction passes, I will then need a hand getting into the car. OK!" The last contraction ended and I grabbed Ben and we stumbled as quick as I could to the car, in the freezing cold, pitch black, and eventually managed to sit in a very awkward position in the front seat. We then drove 2 minutes down the road to my mums house.
6:15am - Mum's house, demanding to go to the hospital
As soon as I got into my mums house, I plunged to the living room floor, on all fours, silently waiting for the contraction to pass, when my mum spoke to Ben, as she tried talking to me and I just ignored her. I was determined to stay in "the zone" when I was having a contraction, keeping as calm as possible and putting all my focus on the breathing. Eventually I got to the bath (mum has a big P shaped bath, I could have used as a birthing pool haha, as I could spin around in it and try and get comfy. Sitting in the bath lasted a very short time, as I was saying to Ben and my mum, I need to get to the hospital. The pains were getting more intense and regular and both my mum and Ben were timing them. They were regular and more frequent now, which is when the lady on the phone said to go to the hospital. I then crouched on all fours on the bathroom floor, after A LOT of DEMANDING I got Ben to ring the hospital to explain how I was doing and that everything seemed to be happening very quickly. All while this was going on, I woke my sister up as she wondered what the chuff was going on as she could hear me groaning through the pains. Oooops.
7:30 - Getting to and arriving at the hospital
Ben drove to the hospital, mum in the back seat and me in the passenger seat, bucket between my legs in case I was sick, gripping the dashboard through every single contraction I was having. They were painful, there is no lying about it.
We arrived at the hospital and mum took me in to get a wheel chair as I was unable to walk through the contractions, while Ben went and parked the car, as he just dropped us outside the main doors. We got to the maternity assessment ward and they wanted to take my "obs" and check to see how far dilated my cervix was. Sorry if this is TMI, but they attempted and I wouldn't let them as I wasn't comfortable now between contractions and I needed pain relief. I was then taken to the labour ward, and got into a room where I had to change into a gown and have a cannula inserted in my arm in case I needed any fluids or bloods. After 4 attempts they got a cannula in, I hate them, I hate needles so wasn't good. I however had gas and air as soon as I got into that room. The midwife then checked how dilated I was and I was 8cm. (Ideally I needed to be 10cm before pushing).
11:33 - The baby has arrived.
The moment in time we welcomed our little baby boy to the world. I have skipped to this bit as you don't want to know all the itty-bitty-details, but overall everything went fine, I just had gas and air as pain relief and unfortunately had to have stitches as the little monster decided he wanted to bring his arm out with his head at the same time haha! Now that wasn't funny at the time at all. The pain was INTENSE but I just had to literally push through the pain, as well as doing breathing control exercises (will talk about that another time). Also there was a small panic when the midwife said he had done a poo inside me.... yes that really does happen!! But Ben kept me calm all the way through. I shocked myself at how calm I was, as I am petrified of hospitals and pain, but all you can think of as a woman giving birth to get you through the pain is that you will be able to meet that bundle of joy you have been growing in your tummy for 9 months.
His name didn't settle with us until we were home from the hospital. I stayed in 2 nights, so not too long, but was glad to be home. Say hello to Thomas Ross Marsden everyone. He has now turned our family of 2 into 3 and we are so thankful and happy he is here. Honestly, if you are worrying about giving birth, remember that you will meet that little bundle of joy soon and it will be all over and you can cuddle and kiss them to your hearts content.
Love
Kelley-Jay Louise M
5:15am - Calling the hospital
Now crouched on the floor at the side of the bed, I managed to somehow pass my phone to Ben to get him to call the hospital. When we got through to someone on the phone, they wanted to speak to me to find out what was happening. I started to explain that I was getting severe cramping pains, like period cramps and was feeling hot. They were happening for around 30-40seconds at a time with gaps of 1 minute - 5 minutes between. They advised over the phone to take paracetomal and have a warm bath as the contractions I was experiencing weren't at a regular pattern. My mum then got a phone call saying I was coming down and needed her to run me a bath as I was in labour.
5:30am - Packing hospital bag
Now baring in mind we had only spent 5 nights in our new home, it was now time to make sure I had everything for going to the hospital. A lot of things were still in boxes which I needed some of, but me and Ben, well just Ben, packed my hospital bag. Now this was the time to be a fly on the wall in our bedroom haha...... Picture this. Me in my mismatching pyjamas, crouched over on the floor at the side of the bed, NOT MOVING FROM THE FLOOR, trying to instruct Ben as to where I thought things were I needed to put in the small suitcase I was using as my hospital bag, all while taking breathers while having contractions. During the contractions I NEVER spoke! I was in the zone, keeping my breathing controlled.
6:00am - Time to get in the car to my mums house
Between contractions I said to Ben, "Right. After this contraction I am going to go down the stairs to the living room and get to the floor for the next one. Then after that I will let the next contraction pass, then get my shoes and coat on. After the next contraction passes, I will then need a hand getting into the car. OK!" The last contraction ended and I grabbed Ben and we stumbled as quick as I could to the car, in the freezing cold, pitch black, and eventually managed to sit in a very awkward position in the front seat. We then drove 2 minutes down the road to my mums house.
6:15am - Mum's house, demanding to go to the hospital
As soon as I got into my mums house, I plunged to the living room floor, on all fours, silently waiting for the contraction to pass, when my mum spoke to Ben, as she tried talking to me and I just ignored her. I was determined to stay in "the zone" when I was having a contraction, keeping as calm as possible and putting all my focus on the breathing. Eventually I got to the bath (mum has a big P shaped bath, I could have used as a birthing pool haha, as I could spin around in it and try and get comfy. Sitting in the bath lasted a very short time, as I was saying to Ben and my mum, I need to get to the hospital. The pains were getting more intense and regular and both my mum and Ben were timing them. They were regular and more frequent now, which is when the lady on the phone said to go to the hospital. I then crouched on all fours on the bathroom floor, after A LOT of DEMANDING I got Ben to ring the hospital to explain how I was doing and that everything seemed to be happening very quickly. All while this was going on, I woke my sister up as she wondered what the chuff was going on as she could hear me groaning through the pains. Oooops.
7:30 - Getting to and arriving at the hospital
Ben drove to the hospital, mum in the back seat and me in the passenger seat, bucket between my legs in case I was sick, gripping the dashboard through every single contraction I was having. They were painful, there is no lying about it.
We arrived at the hospital and mum took me in to get a wheel chair as I was unable to walk through the contractions, while Ben went and parked the car, as he just dropped us outside the main doors. We got to the maternity assessment ward and they wanted to take my "obs" and check to see how far dilated my cervix was. Sorry if this is TMI, but they attempted and I wouldn't let them as I wasn't comfortable now between contractions and I needed pain relief. I was then taken to the labour ward, and got into a room where I had to change into a gown and have a cannula inserted in my arm in case I needed any fluids or bloods. After 4 attempts they got a cannula in, I hate them, I hate needles so wasn't good. I however had gas and air as soon as I got into that room. The midwife then checked how dilated I was and I was 8cm. (Ideally I needed to be 10cm before pushing).
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11:33 - The baby has arrived.
The moment in time we welcomed our little baby boy to the world. I have skipped to this bit as you don't want to know all the itty-bitty-details, but overall everything went fine, I just had gas and air as pain relief and unfortunately had to have stitches as the little monster decided he wanted to bring his arm out with his head at the same time haha! Now that wasn't funny at the time at all. The pain was INTENSE but I just had to literally push through the pain, as well as doing breathing control exercises (will talk about that another time). Also there was a small panic when the midwife said he had done a poo inside me.... yes that really does happen!! But Ben kept me calm all the way through. I shocked myself at how calm I was, as I am petrified of hospitals and pain, but all you can think of as a woman giving birth to get you through the pain is that you will be able to meet that bundle of joy you have been growing in your tummy for 9 months.
His name didn't settle with us until we were home from the hospital. I stayed in 2 nights, so not too long, but was glad to be home. Say hello to Thomas Ross Marsden everyone. He has now turned our family of 2 into 3 and we are so thankful and happy he is here. Honestly, if you are worrying about giving birth, remember that you will meet that little bundle of joy soon and it will be all over and you can cuddle and kiss them to your hearts content.
Love
Kelley-Jay Louise M
What alovely story. It seems that things happened quick for you, especially for your first. Congratulations and welcome to the world baby Thomas x
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Things did happen pretty quick. Was a little scared but the thought of meeting my baby boy got me through it. X
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