Oh thank you for all of your sweet words and messages, I’ll be sure to let retro daddy read them all. You’re all too sweet. It’s total baby love here. I did think I’d be telling you a pretty stock standard version of how Elodie arrived being my 3rd c/section and all but it turned out Elodie had other ideas.
We’d had a busy day running around doing last minute things and by 8.30pm or so I’d lost my mucous plug (retro daddy told me it was TMI and was a bit grossed out) but I thought it was funny because I lost mine with keira just before her c/section too. By 10pm or so I was cutting fabric and making up orders and having what I thought were contractions but I kept working through. By midnight they were getting stronger and I was timing them but then they died down so I set my alarm for 4.30am and popped into bed.
2am and I’m wide awake in agony. Oh my these are defnitely contractions and they are coming every 4 minutes and I’m hurting. Retro daddy jumps out of bed (a rare sight let me tell you), grabs a pen and starts timing. I ring the delivery suite to get THE most annoying midwife who tells me to take a bath and 2 panadol and call her back in an hour if they’re still regular. I run a big bath cursing the midwife repeatedly that a bath is not going to solve this pain. Poor retro daddy has to watch me, like the biggest white whale in sydney in the bath in pure agony.
45 minutes of that and retro daddy rings up and says this is getting worse so they tell us to come in straight away. My sister pops over at about 3.30am and tells me she’s glad I get to experience labour (why thank you, not my feelings but we have a good laugh about it) and I get in the car. No petrol. All that running around during the day and we didn’t notice so quick pit stop, thank goodness it’s early and no one is there to watch me have contractions in the car. They are coming every 3 minutes now and really hurting.
We drive to the hospital, retro daddy slowed down at an amber light and I told him he had my permission to go through any lights to just get me there. I try to have contractions quietly and not make the huge noises I was at home (where do those noises come from? I swear I’ve never moaned or heard myself like that!). In the delivery suite they checked the contractions, called my OB then it was time to be quickly prepped, down to surgery and on with an emergency c/s. We were in the delivery suite for less than an hour but oh my it felt like hours. And so I entered the operating theatre just a few hours before the planned c/section.
My OB checked me out and told me I was all of 1cm dilated! Oh boy, all that pain for 1 lousy cm! I couldn’t believe it! But it was on with the show and what I was used to…..the way the delivery was supposed to go. Before long Elodie was shown to us but had a low erratic heart rate so I got a quick pat and family photo and then they had to whisk her away upstairs. I spent the next hour terrified something was wrong with her but it turned out she was fine, probably just a result of me being sick last week and she was perfect in every way.
So we’ve decided that Elodie didn’t get the memo that she didn’t need to do anything for a c/section. But I can now say I know labour feels like, it really hurts, it’s the worst pain I’ve ever been through and there is nothing like when that epidural takes effect and the pain is gone. I now have total admiration for anyone who goes through labour – no matter how long it lasts or how baby comes out it is painful! More photos to come this weekend when we have a few extra hands in the hospital……..