On the Friday night before going to bed, I had some niggles, enough to make me uncomfortable, so I stayed up and tried to distract myself with some TV. I let my hubby sleep and did not disturb him (who knew how long it was going to take). In the middle of the night, the surges intensified, and I decided it was time to start listening to some tracks
and get in the shower. I stayed in the shower until the hot water run out 😛
Woke hubby up at 4 am, and continued to labour at home, getting in and out of the shower, finding a comfortable position on the bed, listening to my tracks and music,
and having some naps in between.
My waters broke at home and it was time to get to the hospital. Got to the hospital at around 6pm.
Didn’t even need to be assessed, as the midwives determined just by looking at me that I was far enough along to be admitted. Got placed in the birth suite, hubby got out his cheat sheet and helped me settle in.
I was able to get in the birth pool and requested some gas and air to take the edge off my surges. After a couple of hours in the pool, I needed a change in scene and the midwives wanted to reassess me.
Whilst in the pool the midwives had been keeping an eye on things using a waterproof doppler and taking my pulse. I got on the bed, got comfortable and that is where I stayed until bubs was born.
My husband kept me comfortable with cool face towels and just being overall calm, reassuring and positive.
Towards the very end, bubs heart was dropping slightly with each surge; I received an episiotomy, and two or three pushes after that bub arrived.