Tuesday 22nd April 2014, 22h00
Wyn and I are on the way to the hospital, for me to book in and settle
down, so that the induction can be started in the early hours of tomorrow
morning.
I had a wonderful “last pregnant day” today – this morning while Mia was
at school I did some last grocery shopping, went for a last check-up at my
gynea, finished off some admin work, then fetched Mia from school. We went to my sister’s house for lunch with
my parents, and then back home for a wonderful snuggle nap with Mia.
My in-laws arrived in the early evening, and we all went out for a steak
dinner at Cattle Baron. (This is what Wyn and I did the night before Mia was
born too!) Then back home for me to
collect my bags and say goodnight to Mia.
Luckily no tears, she’s very happy to have Oumi and Oupi with her.
I’m filled with nervous excitement – this is it! It’s time!
Tuesday, midnight
I’m all settled into the labour room.
Had to sign a whole lot of paperwork, and I have a friendly, elderly
nurse looking after me. I’m dressed in
the hospital gown already, and they’re going to give me a sleeping pill now so
that I can get some rest before the induction medication gets administered
around 4am.
I got strapped to the foetal monitor machine, so cute listening to baby
girl’s heart rate! My blood pressure is
a teeny bit high, around 140/85, but not concerning.
Wyn stayed with me til now, but he’s going home for some shut-eye
too. He’ll be back at 6am again. Wish he
could stay here!
Wednesday 23rd April 2014, 5am.
Some sleeping pill, didn’t really work, I dozed on and off, but not a
good proper sleep. Oh well! The nurse woke
me up at about 4h15 and put the drip in, which was quite painful, as the first
vein she tried didn’t work well, so she had to redo it. Then she inserted a gel vaginally, and told
me to get some rest again, the anaesthetist will be coming at 6am to administer
the epidural.
Couldn’t get much rest, morning tea time in the hospital is 4h45! Yawn.
Let me eat a rusk.
6am
Wyn’s here, and the doc has arrived for the epidural. Eeeek! Even though I’ve been through this
before and know it’s not really painful, I’m still nervous. Avoiding looking at any of his instruments!
7am
Epidural has been done, my legs are all numb and tingly, such a strange
sensation. The worst part of the
epidural is the initial local anaesthetic injection which really stings, but
after that I didn’t feel much except a pressure on my spine.
The anaesthetist tested it by using an ice-pack – letting me feel it on
my arms and then on my legs and tummy.
My legs could feel the pressure but not the cold, however my tummy could
feel the cold. He adjusted something on
the drip, and seemed satisfied. In
hindsight, how I wish he tested the icepack again!
My left leg is completely numb, can’t move it at all, my right leg has
pins and needles, but I can move the leg and wiggle my toes. I remember it was the same with Mia’s birth.
The nurse inserted the catheter, and I’m constantly strapped to the
machine measuring baby’s heart rate and my contraction activity. The nurse says the induction medication has
definitely taken effect and I’m in the early stages of labour. Yay!
8am
My gynea, dr Jacquie Grassie, popped in just now, and manually broke my
water. Luckily the epidural has taken
effect and I couldn’t feel a thing.
Wyn’s going to the coffee shop for some breakfast, and I was also
brought breakfast, I was quite hungry, but didn’t want to eat too much, so
didn’t have the toast or yoghurt, but enjoyed the scrambled eggs, bacon and
mushrooms.
Now we wait!
10h30
Modern technology is so wonderful.
So nice to be able to send instant messages via WhatsApp to my mom and
mom-in-law, to keep them updated on how I’m doing, and to find out how Mia is. Have posted a pic of me in the hospital gown
on Instagram and on FB, and getting so many good luck wishes.
The doc has checked on me, I’m having about 3 contractions in 10
minutes. Baby girl’s head hasn’t dropped
enough yet though, and I’m only 3cm dilated.
Doc has said she’ll be back in an hour, and if I haven’t progressed
enough we’ll have to do a C-section. The
nurse has added something to my drip to help speed things up.
Such deja-vu, as this is exactly how it happened with Mia’s birth, and
things suddenly happened very fast then, so I’m keeping the faith that it’ll happen
now too. However, I wasn’t prepared for
the next turn of events…
11am
I’m starting to feel the contractions.
It started as a mild crampy achey feeling, but has progressively been
getting worse. This isn’t supposed to
happen! That’s why I had an epidural
done! At first when I told the nurse,
and she asked me how I would rate the pain on a scale of 1 – 10, I said a
4. But it got worse, very fast! Ouch ouch ouch!
The nurse turned the intensity of the epidural up, but it didn’t help at
all. I don’t know what went wrong with
the epidural, but although my legs are numb, I’m feeling these contractions
spread from my sides all around my back and grip me in a vice that feels frozen
in time.
Somewhere through all this, I told Wyn that we are definitely not having
any more children, I am done after this!
11h30
I’m literally in tears. I’ve
never felt pain like this before in my life.
It’s all-consuming, white-hot pain, it feels like I’m physically being
torn in half. This is way past a 10 out
of 10 on the pain scale. This is
indescribable.
I’m moaning, my eyes are rolling back in my head, I’m swearing, I’m
asking the Lord to help me, I wish I could just pass out!
Poor Wyn, there’s not much he can do to help me, he’s wetting facecloths
for me to wipe my face and the coolness definitely helps momentarily.
The contractions grab me, get worse and worse until I think I’m going to
faint, and then release me – but they’re getting more and more regular and more
intense by the minute.
Dr Grassie was here now, she said she’s so sorry, sometimes the epidural
just doesn’t work right. She did an
internal examination, and said I’m 8cm dilated, it’s happening, I must hang on
for another hour. She’s on her way to
theatre to do a C-section and will come back to me afterwards.
Not sure if I can handle this for another hour…
11h40
The nurse has been watching me in wide-eyed alarm, and said she wants to
do another internal exam to see how things have progressed. Then, she looked even more wide-eyed, if
possible, and said she can’t even do the check properly, baby’s head is right
there, we’re ready for action, she’s going to get dr Grassie out of theatre
before she starts the C-section.
There’s a flurry of activity as the room is prepped for labour and
birth, and the midwife and paediatrician arrive. I am beyond caring who sees or hears what,
and with each contraction I moan, swear and cry and ask for help.
11h50
I’m pushing with all my might.
This is so hard. I don’t know if
I can do this.
Wyn’s standing by my head, I’m supporting my knees, and nurse and paed
also by my knees.
Someone counts through each push.
It’s so exhausting.
I don’t know if I’m even doing this right. The doctors and nurses are cheering me on
however, so maybe I’m doing okay.
Dr Grassie said she’s going to use the suction cup to assist in guiding
baby out.
I’m pushing as though my life depends on it.
11h58
Dr Grassie says, “Okay Jess, here she comes, reach down and pull your
baby out!”
Pure instinct took over, what an amazing experience, I reached down
between my legs, took hold of my baby by her shoulders, she slipped out of me
and I lifted her up onto my chest. “Oh baby, oh my darling little baby!”
And just like that, the pain of the contractions was gone, and pretty
much forgotten too.
This moment, right here, is what it’s all about, the whole journey of
pregnancy, the process of labour – it’s this little miracle, this human being
that has grown inside me for nine months, that makes everything worthwhile. I
am filled with such love I could just burst.
Thank you Jesus.
I look at Wyn and he’s looking on, amazed, and just as much in love. I told him, that was amazing, I will do it
again in a heartbeat!
After I cuddled her for a few moments after birth, the nurse and paed
took her to a little crib next to my bed and checked her over. All fine!
She weighs 2.8kg – tiny little one! She’s 50cm long. She scored 8/10 and
then 9/10 on the Apgar test. The paed is
happy with her condition, she doesn’t need to go into the incubator immediately,
Wyn and I can spend some time cuddling her and staring at her.
Welcome to the world, little Ella Jill Viljoen. We’re so happy you’re here and part of our
family. We love you to the moon and back!
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