my labour story

ok its 5.20am and im 32 weeks pregnant, my little boy has been kicking my tummy and pushing down on my pelvis since 10pm last night and i really need a wee AGAIN! so i clamber out of bed with my pop belly and sticky out belly button and climb over everything in the dark to find the bathroom. sitting on the toilet i feel really sick and decide i dont need a wee now the baby has moved, so i get a drink of water and make my way back to bed.

i lie awake staring at the ceiling until 7am when i cant take it anymore. i get up and showered and suddenly i feel sick again. i dont want to wake chris because hes foul in the mornings so i go and quietly call my dad. "you'll be fine" he says, "its a few more weeks yet, dont panic, thats probably making it worse. try to rest."

well a lot of use that was. 9am chris gets up and we head out for the bank. popping into his mums house first, and she says "you look a bit peaky today, are you eating properly." i smile and i say "i do feel a bit odd but my dad says it will pass".

in the car on the way to the bank and i have to say something. "pull over, i feel sick, chris i can hardly see." but it passes. we get to the bank and im sat waiting for chris and i feel a huge stabbing pain right in the bottom of my tummy. "chris, i think i need to go home". he looks at me and says, "you do look a bit white, i think we'd better go to the hospital."

by the time we are half way there the pain just keeps coming back, over and over again, every few minutes and im doing all i can to sit still. i suppose i probably look quite funny really with my feet on the dash and my belly touching the roof of the car! but its all i can do to get half way comfortable.

we get to the hospital at about 11am and iv got tears rolling down my cheeks. a kind nurse shows me to a bed behind a screen and puts a belly monitor on me to listen to the baby's heart. "its a little fast", she says, "but its these contractions im worried about, ill just take your chart for a doc to have a look at and we'll go from there. i'm shure everything will be fine just yet".

we sit in silence waiting for the nurse to come back with the doctors opinion of whats going on. me thinking about how frightened i am and how much it hurts. chris staring into space, knowing he is due to be at work at 2pm.

she returns and says the doc thinks ill be fine but they want to keep me in and monitor the baby's heart rate and my contraction rate. so chris sets off home to get ready for work. it is now 12.30pm.

the nurse comes back at 12.50pm to check my monitor and explains that i am in full labour and she needs the contact numbers of the birth attenders. my head feels like it is filling up with water and all i have is sloshing in my ears. i am in a daze but write down the numbers of chris and my mum.

another nurse comes and leads me to my own room with lots of multicolored machines that all make different noises. i try to sit down but it is like sitting on an apple with a bruised backside. so i pace up and down the room waddling and panicking incase they don't get here in time.

1.45pm and my mum arrives. she says i am screaming but by this time i am so high on gas and air that i don't even know who she is. she tries to calm me down and lies me on the bed. chris arrives at 2.10pm to see my bum in the air as im screaming from 1 to 10 with a gas tube hanging out of my mouth.

somehow i slip away to another world for about two hours and only snap out of it at 5.00 when i hear someone offering toast. i wave my friend the gas pipe and mumble something about "tea please and butter on mine."

by 7.30pm a doctor came to give me an epidural, and after that everything was so much easier to handle but i didnt really like the fact that i couldnt feel the baby move anymore. at 9pm the epidural was taken off me so i'd find it easier to push and at 9.34pm on the 14th november 2006, my son was born. Nathan Joseph Brooks. the most tiniest, screwed up little person i had ever seen in my life. if im honest he was pretty ugly at first, but wouldn't you be after being curled up in a bag of water for 7 and a half months, and your only way out was to ram your head through a tiny little hole towards the light at the othr end!
we had a bit of a scare because he didnt cry when he was first born so they put some pipes in to help him breathe more easily, and he also had a problem where his blood wasnt clotting as it was too thin and they had to give him some injections otherwise he could have bled to death. it was pretty scary but the hospital staff were fantstic and we managed to take him home after jst two days. and now he is nine months old and about as heavy as my house! he is just learning how to walk and he is very healthy! he has just recovered from chicken pox which wasnt nice. but i think we're looking good for the future. 23hours of labour was well worth it!

hello my online diary!!!!!

hi all,
i dont know why i say that because no one ever reads this anymore but just incase!! i am back on a permanent basis. i now have my own computer with my own net connection after all this time and boy am i glad to be back!
i had the strangest time while i was away! i had a baby moved to rode heath, a little village in cheshire, england. and now i live back in my mams old house in mow cop, a little village on the border of cheshire and staffordshire. my mam moved out and bought another house and she now rents this one to me! how werid is that! i am now a mum, sleeping in the same room that my mum slept in, and my baby is sleeping in the room that i used to sleep in as a young teen!
ok, today i went out for lunch with my mum while titch was with his dad and we had a real nice time. shes so werid. we went to a restaurant and the waitress at the bar asked what we would like to order. i ordered and so did my mum, and the waitress asked what table we were on. my mum said she didnt want to go and choose so she sent the waitress to look for us! lazy!!!!!
we sit down and mum keeps staring at the man on the table opposite us. when i ask why she is staring, she grunted at me and started talking about hotels. very strange.
all in all, i enjoyed my day out with my mum, but it made me realise that i hardly ever spend time with her anymore. i see her for about an hour every fortnight. and i dont think i really know her. when i was a kid she was a different person and now she has gone really strange!
i think she is losing her marbles a bit and she doesnt really listen to what you are saying!
maybe i will end up the same but i hope i dont yet!!! its pretty funny though because she doesnt know she's doing it!
if you know anyone more random than my mum then please let me know!!!