So sorry I haven’t updated my blog in the last few weeks but I’m sure some of you have already guessed – Baby C has arrived! He decided to make his appearance at 38 weeks! So, all of those little niggles I was complaining about at 37 weeks (upset stomach, nauseousness, pelvic pressure etc) were obviously little signs that little Harry was definitely on his way.
I went into labour at around 5pm on Thursday 24th May. We arrived at the hospital at around 7pm and I was already 5cm dilated. The midwife said that it was looking to be a nice quick labour – brilliant! However, by midnight my blood pressure had risen, the baby’s heart beat was dropping with each contraction and I hadn’t progressed past 5.5cm. By this time, I was in excruciating pain (make no mistake, labour IS excruciating!) and so crying out for an Epidural. The Epidural was amazing! I was even able to drop off to sleep for a little while! However, by 3.30am I still hadn’t progressed, baby was still struggling and due to my last c-section, the Doctors didn’t want me to labour for much longer due to the pressure on my old scar. The decision was made to take me to theatre and perform an emergency c-section (again!). I won’t lie, I was a bit disappointed not to be able to give birth naturally as intended but by this point all I wanted was a healthy baby by whatever means necessary and I was too tired to care!
At 4.43am, Harry Eric was born weighing 7lb 10oz. The first four minutes of his life were the scariest moments of mine. I felt them pull him from me and whisk him off to my left. A few seconds of silence passed and then I heard the midwife call out, ‘I need help NOW!‘ in a tone which I only recognized as shear panic. Suddenly an alarm was ringing and several doctors were bundling into the room and surrounding my baby. I could hear a midwife saying, ‘come on, breath‘ and the look on my husband’s face said it all. I can’t tell you what was going through my mind at that point – you can probably imagine the worst possible scenarios I was preparing myself for. My husband, usually the reassuring one, wasn’t even able to reassure me that it was going to be ok when I asked him if my baby was ok, and that was what scared me the most. The longest 4 minutes of my life passed and suddenly I heard a sound which will stay with me forever – my baby took his first breath and let out a cry. Thank God.
I was in hospital for 3 days but up and out of bed after a day. My recovery has been a lot LOT quicker than my previous c-section and I think this is due to it being a lower class of emergency and so the surgeons were able to take their time on me more – not to mention the fact that I wasn’t as ill as I was during the birth of my first son and so my body not as tired. Little Harry is just perfect and I have found my second baby a breeze compared to my first. In fact, it’s my toddler which is the hard work!
I will be back on here soon to tell you more about Harry, how my toddler is coping with the new arrival and all of the difficulties I am facing now I have two children to juggle, but right now, Harry is demanding to be fed and I have promised to take Sidney swimming so I have to go… I sure am busy now!
Bye for now!