You may have noticed I have been absent for the last couple of weeks! I suspect the last post gave it away but I have been busy having a baby and adjusting to having two special little people in our family. However the time has come when Hubby’s back at work, Monkey is at nursery and Kipper ( I think this nickname is going to stay now) is sleeping peacefully so it only seems right I share how our second made it into this world.
I really wanted a natural birth and to avoid induction. However the fact that I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes at 37 weeks and Kipper was projected to be big baby, an added concern after a previous shoulder dystocia, I gave up and agreed. My induction process started the day after Kipper’s due date and it was a long process… I had two 24 hour pessaries although the first was not administered until late in the afternoon of the first day and we had to wait a few hours in between the two. I went in at 7.30am on the Tuesday and Kipper was born at 5.43am on the Friday. So much for it being quicker second time round!
Due to my ‘high risk’ I was not allowed to go home with the pessaries. However we were allowed to leave the hospital and since it coincided with a week of fabulous weather we spent the time walking up and down Worthing seafront and eating lunch in a local cafe. Anything to try and get him moving. Monkey had gone to visit his grandparents so it was nice to have some couple time before life got turned upside down again.
I found the induction ward frustrating as many other mums to be came in, had the pessary and were in labour a few hours later. While I got a little bit of back ache the odd contraction nothing really happened. Kipper would engage while we were walking and then as soon as I laid down on the bed he would pop back up again. Lesson learnt here ladies, Pilates is definitely the way to go in-between children! Hubby stayed the first night as we thought something was happening and ended up sleeping in a chair. Second night I sent him home confident it wasn’t working. My consultant was bemused by the whole process, since I had all the signs previously of being very close to going into labour, yet the induction process wasn’t working? We started discussing the options post the second pessary, it was looking like I could have another go with a 6 hour version. The thought of spending longer on the ward (it was Thursday afternoon at this point) was depressing so when they examined and said ..actually we can break your waters it seemed like the best option.
It moved pretty quick after we had made the decision, although initially I wasn’t due to go down to a delivery suite until around 10pm then moved us early and my waters were broken just after shift change around 8.30pm. We ended up in the same delivery suite that we had Monkey in. It hit us straight away and then we couldn’t work out if this was a good thing or s bad thing based on the trauma of Monkeys birth!
The process of breaking my waters was not painful, a little uncomfortable but nothing compared to the 3 in 10 I got 10 minutes later. I had no idea what breaking the waters would do to the intensity of the contractions. There was no gentle run in, no rise and fall as I was expecting, within an hour of my waters going they were on top of each other coming every minute. Great I was thinking quick labour… got to be nearly 10cm. Only no, I was only 4cm at 3 hours in. So I did what I wasn’t going to do, I took the pain relief. Turned out for the best, since it took another 5 and a bit hours to get to 10cm.
There was notable differences this time with the epidural as I could actually feel my toes and wiggle them around, in fact most of my lower legs were easy to move and I could lift my lower back as well. Two hours after delivery I was up and walking around and in the shower. A completely different situation to the previous one I had, had with Monkey. I also felt the delivery. I wasn’t left looking at machine like last time, instead the midwife was helping me pinpoint when to push and it was working fine until Kipper decided to turn! He had been in the perfect position for weeks and right at the end he decided to move. Queue senior midwife and consultant.
What I didn’t find out until after the delivery was that I was on their radar the whole time… they were expecting another shoulder dystocia. Apparently everything you read about the chances of getting a second one is poppy cock and its very likely especially when you throw diabetes into the mix. The consultant managed to turn him back thankfully but in so doing so it highlighted the fact that once again baby was rocking in my pelvis and not making it into the birth canal. This time they were not messing around – forceps or c-section. It was our choice. To have been in hospital for four days and to end up with a c-section didn’t seem fair. So against all my previous beliefs I agreed to forceps. Although I begged with him to be gentle and no cutting! At this point he explained that we needed additional people in the room because of the shoulder threat, so he ran through who everyone was and what their jobs were. Something which didn’t happen last time as we just went into crash – Monkey’s Birth Story it helped to know they were prepared for the worse and it also meant Hubby knew what was going on instead of seeing chaos unfold around him. Worrying that he may loose me, the baby or both…Thankfully thus time they weren’t needed and disappeared as quickly as they had arrived.
True to his word all the consultant did was pull Kipper down an inch or so before removing the forceps one at a time and that then allowed me to deliver naturally. Without going into too many gory details I got away with it just a graze, recovery has been a breeze (see the massage does work!) Thanks to the skill of the consultant who listened to what we wanted and did his best to get us that.
The forceps left one tiny red mark on Kipper which disappeared almost straight away. Because it was effectively a natural delivery Hubby got to cut the cord once it stopped pulsating and Kipper was left on me for two hours – skin to skin, just as my birth plan had requested. I breast fed as the placenta was delivered and we got to enjoy the time together without interruption. I genuinely believe this has helped me bond with Kipper much quicker. And the bonus no more nights in hospital we were allowed home that evening – although we ended up back in Neo Natal the following day but thats another story…
I just want to say a big Thank You to all the midwives we came into contact with at Worthing Hospital during our stay. Everyone was understanding, helpful and genuinely cared about us and Kipper’s safe arrival. As for the consultant we probably owe him several glasses of his favourite tipple.