You seemed stubborn. I suppose it must’ve been quite cosy in there. Or perhaps it was that after 41 weeks of being pregnant I was getting impatient! Once we got to the 40 week mark you showed no interest in being born by yourself. We were given some options… having you delivered by Caesarean section, or being induced. We chose to give labour a go, hoping that we could have you vaginally, but all the while knowing and trusting that the Lord would work in how He wanted you to enter this world. We didn’t care how you were born as long as you were safe.
We went in to the hospital on Wednesday night after having a nice meal together. The midwife inserted some gel to get my cervix ready for labour, and I had some sleeping tablets to ensure I was well rested for the day that was to follow. Eagerly awaiting you, I managed 8 hours sleep.
Upon waking at 630am I noticed that my waters had broken. At about 8:30am my body showed me what some mild contractions were like. They were quite bearable. Our Dr came along to instruct the attending midwives on the dosage of Syntocinon to help speed up labour. He told them to up it to full after an hour! Thankfully the midwife told me that she would not do that, as it would be far too painful for me (thank you)
Now the official record says that the first stage of labour started at 11am. I’m not sure how they classify that - perhaps by the strength of the contractions. The Syntocinon was certainly doing its job with contractions coming quite fast. They came in waves, every 2 minutes and lasting about 30seconds. Although it wasn’t too hard to deal with, I needed to grab the gas mask to take the edge off. Daddy had to give me back rubs to ease the pain too.
After about six hours our Dr was called in. You were showing signs of distress on the foetal monitor; an internal examination showed that I was only 3cms dilated. We were not progressing well, even after so long. The contractions at this stage were starting to pile up on top of each other, and there was no relief. The Dr said that you were coming out, but my body wasn’t ready to let you out. He said that we could have you out within the hour, and by that stage, we were ready to do whatever it took to get you out! So it was decided that I was to be prepped for an emergency c-section.
The preparation was difficult, as I was now starting to show signs of distress. Even though the drip was taken out, the contractions did not ease, and I was even having them while the Anaesthetist was inserting the spinal block! By this stage I was very scared, not knowing what was going to happen, and not being in control I think scared me too.
From then on it’s really a blur, everything happened so fast. I was so afraid Daddy was going to miss out… he was rushed in by a midwife, then not long after that the Dr announced that the first incision had been made. The sensation of having you taking from me like that was incredible, and so difficult to describe. I could feel every tug and pull, yet no pain at all.
And there you were... all wrapped up so sweetly. I had a quick kiss, and then they took you off to be checked over, weighed and measured. My little daughter, finally here, so very beautiful, and I knew you were safe. All I wanted to do was hold you, but I had to wait a little while longer while the Dr’s attended to me. After being stitched up I lay in recovery in a dream-like state, just watching the clock and waiting until I could hold you in my arms, let you suckle at my breast, and kiss you again. It wasn’t too long a wait, and it was worth it…
4:24pm, Thursday 11th September… Welcome to the world LittleBee