Right from the very first contraction, Jennie Dennehy shares an honest description of her son’s birth.
It started with a sweep
I went along to my scheduled hospital appointment on the 18th December and by this stage I was four days overdue. I was told that the maximum I could go over was ten days, which would mean me getting induced on Christmas Eve! That was something I didn’t request in my letter to Santa…
Fortunately, the sweep seemed to have worked. On the journey home from the hospital I started getting mild cramps, which I hoped was the very early stages of labour. It was time to make sure my hospital bag was ready to go and I also took the opportunity to have a shower and wash my hair. I didn’t know how long it would be until I got another chance to have one!
I also decided to pose for another picture of my bump. I was in no mood to stand around smiling at the camera, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t.
I decided to go to bed and try and get some rest but the pains were getting worse. So in the early hours of the morning I went downstairs for a bounce on my birthing ball; to hopefully speed the whole process along. I got my husband to help me set up the tens machine and began using that and I flicked on repeats of Keeping up with the Kardashians. I needed something light and fluffy to distract me.
When the contractions got worse and closer together we decided to head to the hospital. I kept going back and forth about whether to go or not. This meant that my husband was caught deflating and inflating the birthing ball over and over because I wanted to bring it with us. Looking back, it’s quite funny but at the time nothing was going to make me laugh.
We parked near the hospital and I closed my eyes for a few minutes before heading inside. I’d downloaded some so-called soothing music but in the end I listened to some Emeli Sandé, which was equally as relaxing.
Still early days
I went in to be assessed, however when they checked me I was only one centimetre dialated. What! All that pain for one lousy centimetre. They told us that there was still a long way to go and that we’d be better off at home, so off we went. I was feeling exhausted. I did my best to rest and then a couple of hours later (after some more inflating and deflating) we headed back to the hospital. My waters broke en route so I was left sitting on a soggy car seat for the rest of the journey – lovely!
I was assessed again around midday. Unfortunately, I was only a couple of centimetres further along. By this time I was desperate for some form of pain relief. I was told that the only thing I could have was pethidine and although this wasn’t in my birth plan I decided to go ahead. I was then transferred to the ward. I didn’t find the pethidine helped much with the pain, but it certainly made me more relaxed and very drowsy. The main thing that helped was the tens machine and I found it was a great distraction.
The baby is coming
Four pm is classed as meal/rest time in the Coombe. As I was still on the ward my husband was asked to leave and he went down to the coffee shop. The thing is, not long after I began to feel the strangest sensation that I needed to push. I remembered a woman on One Born Every Minute describing the same feeling late on in labour so thought I better ask to be re-examined. After checking me again I was eight centimetres. It was time to summon my husband back quickly!
My first concern was that the baby could be made drowsy by the pethidine, as I’d only had it a couple of hours earlier. My second concern was that I was too far along for an epidural. I would have to rely on gas and air only – eeek. Fortunately, there were no complications and I was so relieved when my healthys baby boy was delivered at 18:14 pm. I’ve heard people describe their labour as a beautiful experience. I wouldn’t describe it that way. You get a beautiful baby at the end of it, but the experience is anything but!
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