I was 17 at the time, still a baby myself really. I was in and out of hospital for the last month of my pregnancy with very high blood pressure. Everyday I was up there having scans, traces and blood tests trying to find a cause and to fix the problem before it done damage. It turns out that they couldn't find a cause and as a precaution they decided that because I was only 4 days before my due date they felt it was safe for my baby to be born then.
I was terrified. No doubt about it I was shitting myself. I was admitted into hospital on the wednesday night where they first administered the gel, which done nothing. So I slept.. the best I could. 6am thursday morning rolls around.. still nothing. So a midwife came in and administed another dose of gel. STILL nothing!
Third times a charm though! at 1pm that day the midwife took me around to the delivery suite and gave me a 3rd dose of the gel and broke my waters! That bloody crochet type hook is scary looking when they say that they are going to stick it up your vag!! (LOL)
Because of my high blood pressure and unknown cause I had to be constantly monitered. So my options were Bath with a midwife supervising or bed with the trace machine strapped to my belly. I was having crazy painful contractions and had the gas from the word go.. I love the gas.. but getting in and out of the bath had started to get old. Especially when it wasnt helping. After 8 hours of contractions I started to need to 'go to the loo' and was up and down going there then being unable to do anything and feeling frustrated I yelled at the midwife.. "I NEED TO POOP!!!" and she replyed "no, that is your baby putting pressure on you telling you that its not far away!"
By this time I was well and truely fed up with the pain and the gas wasn't doing it for me anymore. So I summoned all of my courage to ask for pethadine (which is a huge deal for me because I fear needles). The midwife said that I wasnt having contractions "according to their trace machine" and that I couldnt have pethadine if I wasn't contracting! I told her that their stupid machine is full of crap!!
She agreed to giving me an internal to assess wheather or not i was suitable for pethadine. But once she started to do the pelvic exam she soon realised that I indeed was contracting because my little baby was on her way out! "OH I can see the head. You need to push now!"
So naturally I pushed.. no one told me I had to stop pushing between contractions.. so i kept going.. I got her out in 3 pushes and also broke my tailbone!
It was the most painful/horrible/emotional/delighful/memorable moment of my life! As soon as she was born I fell in love! She was blue and had the cord around her neck but once it was unwrapped she pinked up and cried! I needed stitches because I pushed when i didn't have contractions.
The stitches were worse than labour and birth combined. That took 6 hours, 2 shots of local anesthetic AND 2 DOCTORS (after the first gave up)
Now my little Sara (pronounced Sarah) is 8 years old! and stunning!
