We're going really well thanks llghoney. Maybe I just know a lot of doomsayers, but from the way people talk about having a new baby I expected things to be much harder than this. Matt is a sweet little boy and we are learning a lot together.
Birth Story:
We went into the hospital on Wednesday night for a second induction attempt. They gave me cervidil and something to help me sleep (last time I refused the 'something to help me sleep' and got no sleep and I didn't want to do that just before going into labour if I could help it). I went to sleep and my poor husband decided he wanted to stay the night and he slept on the couch. I had some mild cramping overnight, but not enough to keep me awake lol. In the morning the OB examined me, I had dilated 2cm overnight (obviously those cramps were doing good work) and so he broke my waters. When he inserted the hook he accidentally tapped Matt on the head and he jumped out of my pelvis into my rib cage.

That was an interesting sensation, poor kid.
I was given the drip at about 9:30am and by 10am I was having what the midwife referred to as 'Syntocin spikes'. But they sure felt like contractions to me. We hooked me up to the TENS machine and the midwife started to monitor my contractions and Matt's heartbeat. I had to lie down for that, urgh! The contractions were coming thick and fast from the start, and they were pretty intense. I requested a fitball and as soon as I was allowed up again we pulled me up and I sat on that ball. I put it at the end of the bed with some pillows piled up for me to lean on. When the contractions came I would bounce on the ball. I remember the midwife saying this was good because the way you sit on the ball gets the baby into a really good position for birth and prevents your pelvic floor from resisting the contractions. It felt like we hadn't been there for very long but my husband pointed out that I had been labouring for two hours. My OB came back and examined me at noon and said I was now 2-3 cm.


I could have cried. The contractions felt pretty intense to me and they were coming so fast that there wasn't much break between them for me to catch my breath. I felt that if it had taken me two hours to dilate not even a centimetre I was going to be stuck in this agony for another day and how was I going to cope!?! I just wanted 2 or 3 minutes to have a rest, but my contractions were coming too fast.
After that I was monitored on the ball for a while, then we tried the shower for a bit. The shower was pretty ordinary. It just meant that instead of just being in pain I was wet and in pain. I got out again pretty quickly. In the process of getting out I went to lean on my husband and I thought that I'd accidentally lightly tapped him on the face when I went to lean on him. Apparently I hit him so hard that he got a headache. My husband requested pain relief hehe. Back on the ball I started to get despondent. I felt like I was making no progress at all, like I wasn't going to cope, like I needed to give up. I remember my husband telling the midwife that my contractions still weren't longer than a minute, but that they were only a minute apart. No wonder I felt like I had no break. My husband says he remembers thinking, 'it's too early for her to be feeling like this, can she be in transition already?' - it was only about 1:30pm, an hour and a half ago I hadn't even been 3cm. I said I wanted an epidural, our plan was that if I said that then my husband would tell me to wait an hour and see how I felt. I ended up deciding that I needed
something. We spoke to the midwife and I was given a shot of pethidine. I'm glad I didn't request an epi, but it wouldn't have mattered if I had because though I didn't know it at the time I wouldn't have had time to get one.
Not long after that I felt like I kind of wanted to push. The midwife told me to breath a certain way to try to stop myself from pushing and she said she'd examine me. She didn't think it was close because although Matt's heartbeat was dipping a little with the contractions it wasn't enough for transition. Back on the bed and she told me that I only had an anterior lip. I couldn't believe it - and I don't think I stopped saying so. My husband had been right about my emotions (it hadn't occurred to me) I had been in transition even though it had seemed too soon. They got me to fight the urge for a bit while I worked off the lip. I stayed on my side on the bed for this. The urge then became irresistible. The midwife had said 'if you blow like this you can't push at the same time', well, somehow I was managing to. I told my husband 'I can't help it, I'm pushing'. The midwife examined me and I was fully dilated and I felt like I had permission to push.
I was pushing for about half an hour. My OB arrived in time to deliver the baby. The OB and the midwife were telling me 'now push, now pant' and I followed their instructions. They also bathed me with some warm fluid to try to prevent a tear. I felt Matt's head as it crowned and it was the most amazing feeling. His head was hard work, then I had to pant as the OB loosened the cord from around Matt's neck, then his body was born (easy after the head).
He was put straight on my tummy and my husband and I got to cuddle him and say hello. He was just alert, and didn't cry. He looked around at us. I was able to nurse him a little with some help from the midwife. We had well over an hour together before they took him to be weighed etc. I was surprised at how easy the placenta was to deliver and that the OB said I only had some grazes. He put a stitch in on either side, but there was no tear.
My birth experience was so positive. It wasn't at all clinical. The staff tried hard to follow our wishes and made good suggestions along the way to help us. Once the induction had started to work we were left without much intervention.