"It was January 2012 when I found out I was pregnant. After 3 negative pregnancy tests, the doctor confirmed that I was indeed pregnant. I just knew I was. My partner and I knew it was going to be hard having another baby as I already have a six year old son to my ex and we weren't in the best situation financially, but we decided we were going to love this baby and do what ever we could to give him a happy, healthy life.
Pregnancy didn't agree with me. I had terrible morning sickness and aversions to foods and drinks that I usually loved. I was always tired which was hard as I still had my little boy to take care of. It did get better around 24 weeks when the sickness had gone and I had extra energy. I really enjoyed my pregnancy from about 24-32 weeks. I felt like I was "blooming." I would lay for hours watching him move inside my belly. It's the best feeling in the world.
I didn't expect my pregnancy to last much longer as I delivered my first son at 33 weeks. He weighed 4lbs 14oz. I was convinced I would give birth to this one around the same time. 33 weeks came, and went, as did weeks 34, 35, 36 and 37. I finally started to believe I was going to carry this baby till the end. I was HUGE. I really did look like I was about to pop. It felt like it too. It hurt to walk and I had intense braxton hicks daily. I was ready to meet my baby. We all were. 40 weeks and 2 days and still no baby. I had my induction date set and so now it was definite that our baby would be here in the next week. That night, on October 2nd 2012 around 8pm, I was experiencing the worst braxton hicks so far. They weren't painful but they were strong, and coming regularly. Anyway, I decided there were nothing and went to bed about 10pm. At 12am I woke up and the contractions were worse. I knew it was time. From getting out of bed to getting to the toilet I'd already had two contractions. Something kicked in and I went down stairs and made my oldest Sons packed lunch and got all our bags ready before phoning the labour ward. The midwife gave the usual advice "take a bath and see how you are." So I did, I woke my partner and he helped me in to the tub. The contractions were coming every 4 minutes and lasting about a minute at this point. The bath didnt help so we decided it was time to go up to the hospital.
We dropped my son off at a friends house and off we went. I remember saying "I bet I'm not in labour, I bet they send me home!" As I'd never been this pregnant, I really didnt know what to expect. Walking in to the hospital and I had to stop and hold on to the wall while my contraction past. I couldn't talk and I closed my eyes as I breathed through them. They were coming thick and fast now and almost made me go in to a daze. I got to the labour ward and gave the midwife the heads up and all my details I went to the loo to get a urine sample for the midwife and it was then I got my "show" After that, the midwife checked my and she said "okay, so you're 8cm dilated My partner and I could not believe I had waited that long. I didn't even know I was in labour at first. It was all systems go now. The midwife ordered my partner to fetch her an instrument so she could break my waters. I didn't feel anything when she did this, all I could feel was a trickle of water. I asked if there was anything I could have for the pain and she said "no you're to far gone, you'll have to do with gas and air" Which does nothing for the pain when you're that far in labour. She said "you'll probably want to push soon" before she left the room, I wanted to push. I began pushing around 2:45am. I pushed for an hour and I could feel that I'd pushed him down the birth canal. It was hard work. I was physically exhausted Gritting my teeth as I pushed with all my might. The midwife told us that the baby was facing side ways so it was harder for him to get out. His heart rate was fine so she wasn't concerned and carried on letting me push.
I pushed for another hour and he still wasn't moving any further than just before the exit. I tried pushing on all fours and still nothing. When I finally put my legs in stirrups he started to crown ever so slightly, but not enough. The midwife decided to bring in the doctor who was going to assist me with forceps. At this point I just wanted him out. As the doctor was setting everything up and approached the bottom of the bed I gave one almighty push. The midwife said "wait shes going to do this on her own" I knew I was going to get him out with the next push. Sure enough, the next contraction came and I pushed my baby out. He was placed straight on my chest which was a new experience as my first baby was whisked away to SCBU. My partner cut his cord and that was that. He was here. Baby Louie born 3rd Oct 2012 at 4.52am weighing 9lb 5oz.I felt like super woman. I couldn't believe Id just delivered this beautiful boy. After that, I could not move. I was a zombie. My ribs, my arms, my legs even my teeth ached. I couldn't lift my arms to brush my hair so it was hard feeding my boy. Luckily I had the help and support of Louies Daddy.
We went home on the 4th and I started to pick up. It took around 2 month for me to get back to normal. Id had stitches and I remember thinking it would never go back to normal, but it did. Thankfully. My son is 4 months old now and he is amazing. I would do it all again in a heart beat. Being able to carry a child and bring them into the world is the most amazing feeling I have ever had and I am so proud of what I have achieved. I'm really enjoying being a Mummy again and I'm lucky to have such a wonderful partner and two beautiful Sons."
|Kayleigh's baby bump at 40 weeks +1|