Birth – my story


Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamt about baby boy being born and it was so vivid it felt like I was there all over again. I didn’t have the best birth and although the outcome was good, I don’t think that I have gotten over the process yet.

Now before I begin I would like to say, if you are pregnant or planning to be in the near future then stop reading now! Turn off your laptop, tablet or phone and run for the hills (only until tomorrow’s post that is).

Baby boy was born 3 days past his due date. The day before he was born I had a routine midwife appointment. My blood pressure was a little high (only a tiny bit) and my midwife decided to send me to triage to be checked out. She assured me that she wasn’t worried but it was procedure so she had to send me just to be safe. Mr K and I made our way over to the hospital, after calling at the supermarket for a spot of lunch for Mr K, and proceeded to sit through numerous tests. We sat in a tiny room for what seemed like a lifetime (it was actually only a few hours). My blood pressure had come back down to normal and once the blood test results were back I was convinced that we were going to be sent home. Whilst we were waiting for the results I was taken for a scan. It was quite exciting to see my little baby again. I hadn’t expected to have another scan and I wondered if the picture on the screen would really be what my baby would look like when it decided to make an appearance. The scan was good and we were asked to sit in the waiting area until the blood test results came back. We waited and waited and waited! Based on that experience I am seriously considering raising money for new chairs or cushions at the very least! Eventually we were called through and the midwife talked us through the results. Everything was fine. Then came the ‘but’. It turned out that baby boy had stopped growing and was a tad on the small side. I was to return the following day to be induced. NOOOO!

We were warned that being induced was a long process. It would likely take days and so we made sure that we were ready. We went to the supermarket and stocked up on goodies for Mr K, we downloaded films and tv programs onto tablets ready for the long hours of waiting and we made sure we had all manner of chargers to keep batteries topped up. We were ready!

When we arrived at the hospital the next morning it was all a bit of an anti climax to be honest. Because baby boy was expected to be quite small they wanted to ensure there was a space in the special care unit but they were close to capacity. It was looking like we would be going home. Before we could go home though they took me down for a final scan and it’s a good job they did. All of the fluid around baby boy had disappeared! Don’t ask me where it went because I honestly couldn’t tell you. There had been no gush or even trickle as far as I knew! It was back to plan A though and I was given a pessary to start the induction.

An hour later I was in serious discomfort. Please bear in mind that this process was supposed to take a few days and so when it started to hurt like hell after 2 hours I was a tad concerned. I tried watching tv to take my mind off the pain and bouncing on a birthing ball but nothing worked. I was starting to think that if I couldn’t cope now then I would never make it to full blown labour! After roughly 3 hours I felt, and heard, a loud pop in my back. Then the pain intensified! A midwife popped her head around the curtain to check on us. I was busy concentrating on trying not to scream blue murder so I wasn’t overly aware of what was happening but Mr K says that she took a quick look at the monitor, her face went white and she ran out shouting for another midwife. A minute later she was back accompanied by 3 doctors. It is all a little hazy from here on. I remember the doctors telling me to lie on my back and then telling me that I had to have a cesarean section. They started running down the corridor with the trolley, taking my clothes off on the way, and when we arrived in theatre they explained that there was no time for an epidural, I would have to have a general anaesthetic. The last thing I remember is someone pressing down on my throat to help me pass out.

I woke up to bright lights. Mr K was there and I was asked if I would like to meet my son. I had a son! I couldn’t quite believe it. It was surreal! I was still groggy and to be honest I just wanted to sleep. Baby boy was 5lb 15oz. Small but not too small and he was perfectly healthy.

The next day it was explained to me that my placenta had started to detach and that baby boy was extremely distressed. I don’t know if it was a result of the induction or if it would have happened anyway but I was lucky to be in hospital when it did.

It wasn’t the birth that I had planned. There was no relaxing music or warm bath. No soft lighting or calm atmosphere. Instead I was asleep for the majority of the process. I feel robbed to be honest. Robbed of the perfect birth that was sold to me during the antenatal classes and in the pregnancy books. I am so grateful that baby boy was delivered safely but I can’t think about that day without still feeling slightly sad and a tiny bit bitter. I know that will fade with time but until then I try not to think about it too much.

Did you have the birth you expected?

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6 thoughts on “Birth – my story

  1. Aw, but what matters the most is the healthy baby boy but you already know that. My heart started racing when you mentioned you heard a pop. How scary!!!.


    • Yes that is the most important thing. It was scary at the time and I think the worst thing now is not knowing why it happened. There are a lot if unanswered questions.


  2. Giving birth is such an unpredictable event, it can go in so many different ways and sometimes there isn’t much we can do about it. And when we have hopes and expectations it is hard to accept that we didn’t meet them. But it isn’t up to our only will, our bodies can react differently, the environment around us has an influence and the people that look after us during birth. My 2 birth stories are very different, the first time i hoped for water birth and hypnobirthing but it didn’t go to plan, here is my story
    And the second was the exact opposite, our 2nd baby was born at home (not planned), after a very quick labour. I haven’t written my 2n birth story yet, but will do soon. I did a lot of prep work beforehand, hired a doula (who didn’t make it to the birth) and listened to natal hypnotherapy CD by Maggie Howell (after which i slept for 2 hours).
    But whatever the birth stories, having the baby at the end is the greatest of all stories.


    • Well done on using hypnobirthing methods. I listened to CDs in the run up to the birth but as soon as we arrived at the hospital it completely went out of the window. I’m hoping that when I have another I will feel more positive about the birth.


      • I am sure you, it is a learning experience. With my second birth (8weeks ago) I hired a could, great decision. I felt I needed someone to help me go further into the relaxation, someone to guide me through. And it was much better, I felt in control and it has changed my view of childbirth as a difficult event, I now see it as exciting!


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