This little lady today was up at 3am for her feed, then again at 4am, then again at 5am. This started the tone for the day and she didn’t go down for a sleep until gone 4pm. Newborns are supposed to sleep more than this!!
She is now collapsed on me and is evidently shattered. Poor little lady….I think she missed her daddy as it was his first day back at work today and therefore she is not impressed by the change in her routine and as a result wants non stop cuddles!!
I did weigh in this week, I just totally forgot to post!
Starting weight postpartum (22/09) = 17st
Weight last week (01/10) = 15st 8lbs
Weight this week (09/10) = 14st 13lbs
Weekly loss = - 9lbs
Lost to date = - 2st 1lb
Someone’s had a busy day today…..a morning at the zoo followed by cuddles with with two sets of visitors.
A very spoilt little girl who hopefully is tired out enough to let her mummy & daddy have a good night sleep tonight!!
Birth Story: WARNING….this post is long and written mainly for myself therfore feel free to scroll past !
Ok, so it’s about time I got this down. I don’t know what’s taken me so long but on reflection I found the experience pretty traumatic and I still get a little teary thinking about what could have been when someone else wants me to go through it. However it all ended well and we have a beautiful daughter Darcie to show for what has become both the worst and the best day of my life.
It all started on Monday 22nd September when we went into hospital to be induced after another trace for lack of movement over the weekend. The first 6h pessary was promptly inserted followed by another once that took no affect. By the evening we were having regular contractions every 2-3 minutes that prompted a 3am bath, but by the following morning they had fizzled out into a false start.
Come 8am on the morning of the 23rd, we were now on the labour ward for them to forcibly break my waters and to pop me on the drip. Unfortunately by this time I was still only 1cm dilated therefore my cervix was still too closed and I went onto the drip waters still intact. 5 hours later at 2pm there was no change and I was only a further 1cm along.
As 2cm is still very early in the process, a doctor needed to come and break my waters as the midwife was unable to do it and queue the worst pain of my life. Not only the process of breaking my waters - the doctor didn’t think to watch where she was putting her thumb which meant it was grinding into my clitirous with some twisting force - but the process of breaking my waters also meant some kind of dam was released bringing down the full force of 2 pessaries and a full drip. This resulted in a 2 hour full contraction. Yep, you heard right. Two. Hour. Contraction. No peaks, no troughs, just 2 hour constant pain. It hurt. A lot!!
In the meantime though (during this bloody 2 hour contraction for which I’d only taken paracetamol at 8am) it seemed that our little splodge had poo’d in the womb as there was meconium in my waters. At this stage they were not so worried as she was 9 days overdue and therefore this was not uncommon, but very soon her heart rate elevated and would not come back down. Add that to the destats that had been happening and the doctors were starting to get concerned.
Another agonising internal an hour or so later revealed I was only an additional 1cm dilated - 3cm in total - and therefore considering I still had a long way to go until the push stage, they felt that the concerning heart rate meant our little splodge was not coping well and was in distress. After a lot of back and forth the decision was made to head into surgery for an emergency cesarean.
The room then became a flurry of activity as both myself and hubby were scrubbed up and a lot of procedures were followed. Keeping in mind I still had only paracetamol for the pain 8 hours before and had been in contraction hell for 2 hours straight by this point, a lot of this was (and still is) a blur as I was prepped and wheeled into surgery.
Then the spinal took affect. Argh the bliss!! I could think again and become more aware of what was going on around me.
It was scary though, a lot of people working with impressive efficiency but I felt almost inconsequential in the middle of the room laid out in a cross with my husband. Thank goodness he was there as he was my rock that kept me calm as the performed the section and at 16:38 our beautiful girl entered this world through the sun roof exit.
She was purple with a head full of hair and she was perfect. She was also very quickly gone though to be checked over as I was stitched back up. I’ll admit I was an emotional wreak by this stage as hubby and I agreed the name - Darcie Mae - through tears of happiness. By this stage I was oblivious to what was going on in the corner but have subsequently found out from hubby that the doctors were crowded around our little lady and looked to be resuscitating her. Before long a head appeared above the partition to tell us that Darcie was struggling a little as some meconium had gotten into her lungs therefore she needed some help from neonatal. It broke my heart to watch her be wheeled past us out of the room, unable to be with her and terrified about what that meant. Especially as I’d not yet held or touched her.
By this stage I’m scared, the spinal has made me nauseous and I have the shakes from all the drugs. Poor hubby is torn as he wants to stay with me but I’m pushing him to check our daughter is ok as I’m so afraid for her. It turns out that fear was unjustified as when he comes back from intensive care, he reports that she’s fine and will be back in the delivery room waiting for us by the time we were finished in surgery.
Throughout all this, doctors looking after me have been busy with my bottom half stitching me back together. It seems what took minutes to get her out, takes a good hour to put back together. However before long hubby is sent out to Darcie as they finish up with me and it’s then I learnt that she was truly wedged in and did not want to come out and therefore they had to make a few extra cuts which resulted in extra blood loss - over a litre.
And that is pretty much it. By around 6pm I was able to join Darcie and hubby in our delivery room where I held her for the first time and gave her first feed and all the pain and fear from that day quickly melted away.
It was long (30 hours from induction to delivery), painful (induced labours usually are compared with natural apparantly!) and it was stressful but I would not change it for the world as it gave me what I have today.
Finally, if you’re still reading you deserve a medal!! Xxx