When you’re pregnant you naturally think about giving birth, how painful it will be, how maybe it will be embarrassing etc, but you don’t really think about what would happen if you were to have a ceserean.
I had such a good pregnancy with Elliott, like I can’t emphasise enough how amazing it was. Every midwife appointment, scan, blood test etc were absolutely perfect and it was a dream to be pregnant with him. My skin, hair and nails had never been better either!
At 31 weeks pregnant I went to my usual midwife appointment for her to say that he’s measuring quite small and that she’d like me to have a growth scan. So I went for one but he was measuring absolutely fine BUT he was breech.
They said if he doesn’t turn naturally by 37-38 weeks they would attempt to turn him… NO BLOODY THANK YOU. Not after watching the horrific videos of it, nah, no, nope. But thankfully, he turned himself within a couple of weeks.
Naturally as you get to the end of your pregnancy you’re going to be tired, fed up and achey and that’s how I felt by the end. The heartburn was endless and the last week or two felt like years. But I still felt amazing, and so ready to meet my baby.
I went to my midwife appointment on my due date and she gave me a sweep, then nothing happened. I tried the usual, long walks, bouncing on the ball, hot bath, hot curry, raspberry tea, you name it, I probably tried it. And still nothing, not even any niggles.
So at 40+6 I went to see my midwife for another sweep and she could see how much pain I was in with my pelvic pains and she suggested another sweep and for me to go in the next day to be induced. I remember my mum being with me and being so excited saying how I could have my baby in the next 24 hours. Once I got home I cried, cried and cried some more. I didn’t want to be induced, I didn’t want to go to hospital (I’ve always had an issue with hospitals) and I didn’t feel right. Jake came home from work and I cried again. I was in hysterics (looking back, I was actually like a child having a massive tantrum!) saying how I don’t want to go because something doesn’t seem right and it’s not going to work and I don’t want to be stuck there by myself with no baby! But the next morning I went, I felt a bit better but still so anxious. I got there for around 10am and I was induced by 11am. I think I looked at the clock every 2-3minutes and they felt like hours.
Nothing happened. Nothing.
They said if there’s still no signs in 24 hours they’d do it again, and that’s what they did. I had 3 propess inductions, one with a pessary and countless sweeps. NONE of which worked.
By this time, I was uncomfortable (but not contractions), fed up, tired and Elliott was getting irritated too.
My cervix hadn’t even started to dilate, not even 1cm! So after a load of discussions with midwives, doctors, nurses, specialists, you name it. They finally listened and agreed (after trying to change my mind) that a ceserean was the best option.
So on Monday the 3rd of October 2016, at 41+4 I headed into theatre to have my cesarean.
Walking into that cold, busy theatre room was one of the most frightening experiences ever, especially doing it by myself. The catheter going into my back was the worst part of the whole experience, I don’t know quite how many times I swore at the poor guy doing it, but I did apologise after 😂 as soon as that was done, Jake was allowed in and the surgery started. I felt so sick, worried, tired, cold. But at 3:08pm my baby was born weighing 8lb8oz. Healthy with a good set of lungs on him! They took him off to get him cleaned up whilst I got stitched up. I can’t remember much but all I kept asking was if he was ok. After they finished stitching me up I was finally allowed to hold my baby. “He’s perfect” is all I kept saying. And he really was perfect.
We were in hospital for 4 days after the ceserean, I had endless blood tests and 2 blood transfusions. I was so weak after my c section from losing so much blood in theatre.
The worst thing for me was not being able to get up and pick my baby up for a cuddle. I’d been seeing all these new mummies walking around with their babies looking great, I couldn’t even move to get comfy in my bed without being in pain let alone carry my baby, so one night I decided to put him in bed with me so we could have a cuddle, only for a midwife to come and take him off me and tell me I should get some sleep, safe to say I could wait to get home.
Laughing, coughing, sneezing, getting up and down from the sofa and bed was absolute agony for the first week or two but I was so lucky to heal as fast as I did, but some aren’t so lucky.
April is ceserean awareness month so I hope this blog posts help some people understand that a ceserean definitely isn’t an easy way out!