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Little P,as he was known, was due on the 10th Sept 2011.
I found being pregnant nerve wracking. Unfortunately the year before we’d had a miscarriage and I think every twinge, niggle, lack of movement etc just made me panic and worry, I was so scared of feeling that loss again. I should have been reassured by the horrendous morning(!) sickness I had for 20 weeks. I was sick anywhere between 10 and 20 times a day, lost over a stone, and had to be signed off work. As i said this should have reassured me that all was ok but i then worried if I had a day with slightly less sickness….Yes I’m a bit of a worrier!
On the 31st of August I started feeling cramps but just assumed they were Braxton Hicks and got on with my day-well as much as you can at nearly 9 months pregnant!
By the time Mr P came home from work the cramps were becoming more regular and I started to realise they were maybe the real thing! Mr P started to write down the times of my contractions-I still have that piece of paper! We went to bed at the normal time and during the night the contractions must of eased as I got a fairly normal nights sleep.
I felt a bit disappointed to be honest!
But not for long….
Late morning the contractions started again. As the afternoon wore on they became stronger and more regular. By tea time I couldn’t stay sat down when I had one, I had to be either walking round the living room or leaning against a wall! Mr P suggested maybe it was time to call the hospital so I did. My contractions were about 10 mins apart so the midwife advised me to stay at home a bit longer.
By about half 8 my contractions were really strong and again Mr P thought maybe I should ring the hospital! I could hardly talk on the phone and the midwife said we could come in but there was a possibility as a first time mum that I might be sent home.
As we(well Mr P!) got things together my waters broke/exploded-I never expected so much! and the pain became a lot more intense. At this point I did start to panic, the pain went up a level and I really wasn’t sure how I could do this. Mr P was incredible and somehow got me into the car.
The journey was a bit of a blur! I remember I was literally gripping the dashboard and Mr P missed one of the speed bumps-OUCH!
Once at the hospital at 9:15 I waddled into the birthing centre.
The midwife examined me, I remember the conversation very clearly
Me ‘please don’t send me home, I can’t face those speed bumps again!’
She laughed! ‘we’re not sending you home you’re 8cm dilated!’
Me ‘can I PLEASE have some gas and air then?’
I quite liked the gas and air! But the midwife/Mr P took it off me once I started pushing as apparently I “wasn’t concentrating!!”
Little P, soon to be Isaac was born 10 days early on the 1st September at 22:39, 7lbs 5. After lots of pushing, pain, no pain relief-so lots of hand squeezing! he arrived superman style with one arm above his head and the cord wrapped round his neck-thank god I didn’t know this.
I remember the intense relief as he was born. The realisation that finally our little bundle was here, I could hold him, see him, it was incredible.
I know I’m lucky I had a straight forward birth. I also had a brilliant midwife at the birthing centre at the RVI Newcastle.
We were home by the next lunchtime, ever so slightly shell shocked but very very happy!