It’s only taken me a week, but I’d like to introduce you to our little boy ‘lil O’ (blog name). Born on the 22nd of October at 12.12pm, weighing 3.1 kg (6 pound 9 ounces).
My induction began at 4pm on Monday 21st of October. They first monitored me with the CTG machine and discovered that I was already have contractions, which I had thought were Braxton Hicks. They then applied the first round of gel, and the contractions began to intensify over the next few hours. At first I was able to walk around a bit. We even went for a walk around the hospital grounds, stopping briefly with each contraction. At around 11pm K went home for a few hours sleep and by 5am in the morning, the contractions were getting quite intense and close together so they moved me to the birthing suite where I was joined by K at 6am.
At this point, Sticky still wasn’t engaged and dilation wasn’t happening very quickly even though the contractions were full steam ahead. This meant they couldn’t break my waters, so some more gel was applied. Contractions got even more intense, longer and quicker. I was in and out of the bath and getting to the point where I felt overwhelmed by the pain.
By 11am (19 hours since the first lot of gel), the midwife was getting concerned with Sticky’s heartrate, which was dropping with every contraction. The obstetrician was called in and after checking me over, decided that Sticky needed to be out within an hour. From there things moved very quickly. I have hazy recollections of a pen in hand trying to sign a document, being poked and prodded in-between painful contractions, being wheeled down through the maternity ward with onlookers witnessing my groans with each contraction, and then chatting to various medical professionals as they did their job.
At this point it was somewhat of a relief to know I was heading in for an emergency caesarian as the thought of no labour progression after so long was making it harder for me to believe I could get through it.
Once the spinal block went in and I was laying on the table, K next to me, it was only a matter of seconds before I heard those first cries and being held above me was our very cute little boy, our ‘lil O’.
Turns out, he was trying to come out superman style with one arm leading the way. The OB said the placenta was on it’s way out, which would of contributed to the heart-rate dropping. So in the end it was a good thing we got him out quick.
K cut the cord and before I knew it he was in my arms as they began to stitch me up. He was so alert looking from K to me and back again. I was instantly in love with our lil O.
He was then taken away with K to get checked over whilst I was taken to recovery where I stayed for about 45 minutes. I was missing my lil O and just wanted to be with him. It was the longest 45 minutes ever.
Finally we were reunited in the maternity ward as my legs and body started to regain feeling. K and I just couldn’t stop looking at him. He is just beautiful.
It’s been a hard week since his birth. The nights especially! Also the frustration of not being able to do much due to the cesarian. I’ve never been so sleep deprived in all my life but none of this matters as we have such a perfect boy who, already brings so much joy to our lives. K has been a saint doing absolutely everything, from changing nappies to singing him to sleep. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.