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Induction reality..

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I like to think of myself as a patient person, but when it came to having my first baby, I just couldn’t wait to meet her. I literally tried everything to bring on labour from 37 weeks, I ate pineapple by the truck load, ordered Indian take-out every night (which is part the reason why I piled on the stones), and the infamous sex (which my husband, Adam, refused to do). I mean come on, me 3 stone heavier, huge belly, not being able to wax and not able to move, what’s not attractive about that?! At 39 weeks pregnant I managed to convince him one
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morning to do it, not the best idea I’ve ever had, as just after I started bleeding, only slightly but significant all the same. I rang the midwife and she said nothing to worry about just come into the assessment unit at the hospital. As they couldn’t make out what was happening they decided to induce me! Oops! Bad decision Emma, not the normal way sex works to bring on labour. Adam had gone to work and my friend Rachel had come with me, so when she phoned him to tell him what was happening he just couldn’t believe it! The next 24 hours were pretty
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boring and nothing really happened, until the next day when they broke my waters. I love how they say relax, when someone is shoving their whole hand and arm up THERE!!!…
Wowzers they don’t tell you how much these things bloody hurt, after hours of being on the drip producing my contractions, they gave me an epidural, which to my usual luck, did not work. During my NCT class they went on and on about being mobile and standing up letting gravity do its thing, well, I’m pretty sure none of those midwives had ever been induced. The one time I tried
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to kneel up and old on to the back of the hospital bed, the cannula they had put in my arm (as my veins in my hands just wouldn’t play ball) came out, and blood literally squirted everywhere. Adam said it was like a scene from a horror film! And so after 6 hours of what felt like I was dying, the most gorgeous male anaesthetist walked through the door, not sure if the gas and air contributed to his beauty, but I don’t care, he was beautiful! He gave me the best thing ever, a spinal block. And within minutes I was able to talk again and actually feel
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like I was in the same room as everyone else.

After a couple of minutes of coming back to life, I then realised my midwife was a girl I’d gone to school with and she’d been messing around down there – don’t think she’d have thought in Year 9 RE class she’d be emptying my bladder now. But you know what, I just didn’t care, the pain had gone. I continued to flirt with the anaesthetist and I’m pretty sure I asked him to marry me, much to Adam’s surprise.

Anyway as it normally goes with these things, the baby started moving down, and

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eventually (after popping most of my blood vessels in my forehead) Florence was born. And it’s so true what they say, as soon as you have your baby in your arms, all the pain goes away. Well for me it did for a day or so, until i realised i’d got post partum headaches from the epidural….but that’s another story! X
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- 7 Oct 17

I like to think of myself as a patient person, but when it came to having my first baby, I just couldn’t wait to meet her. I literally tried everything to bring on labour from 37 weeks, I ate pineapple by the truck load, ordered Indian take-out every night (which is part the reason why I piled on the stones), and the infamous sex (which my husband, Adam, refused to do). I mean come on, me 3 stone heavier, huge belly, not being able to wax and not able to move, what’s not attractive about that?! At 39 weeks pregnant I managed to convince him one morning to do it, not the best idea I’ve ever had, as just after I started bleeding, only slightly but significant all the same. I rang the midwife and she said nothing to worry about just come into the assessment unit at the hospital. As they couldn’t make out what was happening they decided to induce me! Oops! Bad decision Emma, not the normal way sex works to bring on labour. Adam had gone to work and my friend Rachel had come with me, so when she phoned him to tell him what was happening he just couldn’t believe it! The next 24 hours were pretty boring and nothing really happened, until the next day when they broke my waters. I love how they say relax, when someone is shoving their whole hand and arm up THERE!!!…

Wowzers they don’t tell you how much these things bloody hurt, after hours of being on the drip producing my contractions, they gave me an epidural, which to my usual luck, did not work. During my NCT class they went on and on about being mobile and standing up letting gravity do its thing, well, I’m pretty sure none of those midwives had ever been induced. The one time I tried to kneel up and old on to the back of the hospital bed, the cannula they had put in my arm (as my veins in my hands just wouldn’t play ball) came out, and blood literally squirted everywhere. Adam said it was like a scene from a horror film! And so after 6 hours of what felt like I was dying, the most gorgeous male anaesthetist walked through the door, not sure if the gas and air contributed to his beauty, but I don’t care, he was beautiful! He gave me the best thing ever, a spinal block. And within minutes I was able to talk again and actually feel like I was in the same room as everyone else.

After a couple of minutes of coming back to life, I then realised my midwife was a girl I’d gone to school with and she’d been messing around down there – don’t think she’d have thought in Year 9 RE class she’d be emptying my bladder now. But you know what, I just didn’t care, the pain had gone. I continued to flirt with the anaesthetist and I’m pretty sure I asked him to marry me, much to Adam’s surprise.

Anyway as it normally goes with these things, the baby started moving down, and eventually (after popping most of my blood vessels in my forehead) Florence was born. And it’s so true what they say, as soon as you have your baby in your arms, all the pain goes away. Well for me it did for a day or so, until i realised i’d got post partum headaches from the epidural….but that’s another story! X

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