It only seems right that my first ever blog post on this new blog should be about my birth story! Where my journey of motherhood began, so here goes…
29th September 2016:
I woke up at 5am to go to the toilet. As I sat up a gush of water flooded the bed. I immediately thought this was my waters that had broken but I wasn’t 100% sure as it was 2 weeks early and so many people kept telling me you are usually late with your first child. Ignoring everyone else’s comments I woke up my husband to tell him my waters had broken and we need to get to the hospital. Bringing my hospital bags with we went immediately.
When I arrived at the hospital they confirmed that my waters had broken but because I wasn’t in active labour they had no choice but to send me home and asked for me to return by midnight that day if I had no contractions as I would need to be induced. This is because once your waters break there is risk of infection.
I went home and by the time I got back at about 7.30am I felt my contractions beginning to start naturally. By about 9am they were getting quicker and the pain was becoming really really intense. I didn’t have a clue how far along I was at this point because I couldn’t focus on very much but we headed back to the hospital.
By the time they saw me it was about 9.30/10am I was already 6cm dilated! I personally am not against taking any drugs in labour to help you get through it. I knew that an epidural was on offer and I had requested to have it on hand should things get tough. I had exhausted the gas and air and was begging them to start the epidural. Because I was dilating so quickly, by the time they had started the epidural I was already 8cm dilated. I didn’t actually feel the full affect until I was fully dilated beginning to push and at this stage they had reduced it in order for me to feel the pushing.
Although my contractions were very quick and painful up until this point things were going ok but then they took a turn. I had been pushing for a while now and there was nothing happening. I had been pushing for well over an hour and I just remember the midwife turn around to me and say I’m going to call in a doctor to help out.
When the doctor came and had a look he immediately told me to stop pushing and told me what I didn’t want to hear. Savannah’s head was slightly to an angle and I was not going to get her out through pushing alone. He told me they were going to have to take me to the operating theatre where they would try suction and forceps and if this failed I would have to have an emergency c section. I had never felt so scared in my life and my husband looked green, at this point we just wanted our baby in our arms safely, whatever it took.
They took me to the operating theatre and I remember seeing about 5/6 doctors and the midwife who had got me through this far, all surrounding me. They had given me a higher dosage of the epidural ready to do the forceps and the suction. Both failed and Savannah was just not coming out so they informed me they will have to perform an emergency c section. I was so exhausted and emotionally drained that it didn’t even phase me. Every emotion you can possibly feel of fear and pain I felt. I just lay there praying as they began to perform the c section. It seemed like forever until they held up my beautiful baby girl, Savannah Rose Lassman. Born 29/9/2016 at 18:37 which was approximately about 10.5 hours after my labour started. I immediately forgot everything I just went through and all I wanted was to hold my baby in my arms.
All the pain was so worth it in every way, she was perfect and it really was love at first sight. I knew then love on a different level and couldn’t wait to start my life as a mum.
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