My due date was 25th Dec (Christmas baby) but boy oh boy he had other things planned…
Christmas came and went with no signs of baby, contractions were getting more frequent as the days went on. Gynea appointments were now moved to every second day.
Eventually at 42wks we went for another check up and Doc advised that baby was fine but she was no longer comfortable with leaving him (Lady, please, imagine what I’m going through!) so we decided we were going to be induced instead. No worries on my part.
Date for induction was the 8th January 2009. (Since the 27th Dec I’d been in and out of hospital and became well known to the Maternity staff of DMC).
Was pretty peed off with BF as he went out the 7th with buddies because he was not concerned about this baby’s arrival, so as you can imagine we were not on speaking terms at all.
The morning of the 8th I felt huge, sore, uncomfortable, anxious, nervous and excited all rolled into one big spring roll.
I went for a walk the morning while BF went to work, cleaned up a bit and re-packed my hospital bag. The day was spent answering calls and explaining to EVERYONE that baby had still no arrived but that I was being induced that night. My word, at 4pm I decided no more calls and turned to silent.
Called my Mom & by then I had had it with being this (42wks) pregnant!
BF came from work at 5h30ish and we started getting ready to go to hospital.
Left at 7pm and went through.
Got to DMC and went straight to my room, was so happy when I saw that I was sharing with another Mom who I had met at antenatal classes who was also 41wks and overdue, we then completed paperwork (he checked me in), had my vitals checked, monitored baby and then to all our shock (both couples) the sister in charge came to say Dad’s need to leave because visiting hours are over.
We both said our goodbye’s and by now my mood had slightly changed towards him because the nerves started kicking in. The nurse advised that should there be any change to both of us Dad’s would be called immediately.
At 8h30pm I was induced with a tampon look alike.
I took a sleeping tablet (I just knew this little monkey was going nowhere) and tried to get some rest. During my sleep the nurses had come and attached a monitor to my belly for baby…. I didn’t even know that until I woke up.
At 3am I was woken by CONTRACTIONS and a lovely nurse who had advised me that I was in labour but that there was a slight complication. Baby had turned sunney side up and due to the contractions and induction his heart rate was dropping. I was officially in panic mode even though I knew we were safe at hospital and in her care.
My gynae was called (she was away on holiday) and she decided to drive back. She immediately told them to stop the induction (remove the thingie mabob) and let it progress naturally… All the while I am still feeling the contractions and yes, you get the picture.
At 4am I jumped into the shower because now I could no longer sleep or lay or sit or anything really.
My partner in crime on the other hand was no induced and she woke up and started talking to me and keeping me company. Thank goodness.
The men in our lives were called to come down to hospital but they both took their own sweet time.
Doc arrived at 5am and did a full check of everything. I was 4cm dilated and she was not happy with the progress. It was too long since the induction began and she was uneasy.
BF arrived shortly afterwards and we discussed the birth with doc.
She did another check and baby’s heartbeat was still low.
We decided (our back up plan) then and there we needed to have a c-sec immediately.
The time was now after 7ish…
I needed to walk, still in pain PEOPLE, I was tired…
I do not recall what happened for the next hour or so…
BF then decided he was hungry and wanted something to eat, he went off to the cafeteria and I went for another walk.
Minutes later a nurse approached me in the corridors and asked if I was Ms Savage, I said yes and she said that my bed was ready to be taken through to surgery for delivery. Panic!
I then ran (in slow motion) back to the room only to find that BF was still missing, called him and told him to hurry eating as they were here for us.
He was there in seconds, lol
I was wheeled off to surgery, he left to get kitted up and I was being prepped (how unglamorous laying naked with things being pricked and proded into your body while you’re having to breath through contractions. Fun times!
Then a summary - BF was brought in, I smelt slap chips (this was actually when they were cutting me), then BF stood up and I heard waaahhhaaa waaahhhaa – my munchkin punkin baby boy was born at 09h39am and handed to BF immediately who then showed me my angel.
They were cleaned, suctioned, wrapped (Daddy then gave Athaan) and wheeled off (I mean baby) – I then had a drip inserted (lost blood, needed iron) and then threw up… lol
Later I was taken back and MADE BF fetch my son! Holding him for the first time was the greatest feeling in the whole world…"
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