In a nutshell, this is how it went (as far as a drugged-up person can remember…)
3am: Woke up to go loo and waters broke. How lucky is that. Called the midwife to let her know.
3:15am: Had a sudden lower back pain – suspected it was a contraction. Was right. Contractions continued at 5-9 minutes apart throughout morning. Midwife suggested coming into hospital when approaching 2 minutes apart, or if close to the 12 hour mark since waters broke.
12:45pm: 10 hours of contractions (owies!) later, arrived at hospital expecting to be advancing nicely. Found out I was only 1-2cm dilated instead of the expected 8cm. Decision was made to have an epidural and hormones to kick start dilation. Hubby almost faints when epidural was being administered. Epidural relief is bliss.
About 1:00am: 8cm dilated but baby’s head cannot fit through and heart rate a little irregular. After being pricked, poked, prodded and in a state of misery for 12 hours (including being nauseous, tired and hungry), a caesarian is ordered.
1:48am: Abigail Joyce Dixon is delivered weighing 3.7 kg (8 lbs 3 oz). Even the midwives are surprised at her weight as I am only a wee thing. I am given her to breastfeed while in recovery, but cannot feel a thing.
I spent two days in hospital. Daytime was great. Hubby bought in all sorts of treats that I couldn’t have while pregnant including ham sandwiches and fresh cream donuts.
Nights were hideous. Husband had to go home at the end of visiting hours which made feeding Abby extremely exhausting.
The first night she would not settle and went into a crying fit for an hour and a half straight. Attending midwife was concerned and got a pediatrician to examine her. Found out I didn’t have enough colostrum for her so she was topped up with formula which worked. She still took a long time to calm down before and after feeding.
The two nights in hospital was a continous cycle of feeding and settling Abby, and I went with no sleep until I broke down in tears. Hospital midwives took her off my hands a couple times so I could have some sleep. They are awesome people.
Decided two nights was enough and I’d be better at home with the hubby. Abby arrived in her new home on Saturday 28 November 2009.
It’s still tough and tiring, but things are getting better as she is settling into a routine and we are getting used to reading her signs.
We love our baby girl and it’s all been worth it.