Might be my last post for a bit

Who knows. I had the painless contractions this morning every ten mins. Mum and Dad came over and it was really good to have extra company to get my mind off things. It really really helped me calm down.

Soon the painless contractions started being accompanied by mild period pain but I could talk through them okay. Dad went out and bought me subway for lunch because I didn’t really want to leave the house in case, I was feeling really nauseous but as soon as I smelt the sandwich I ate it and was fine.

Having Mum and Dad around was really really helpful.

 

When Brentyn arrived home from work at 2pm my contractions stopped abruptly. I think it was cause he was grumpy and put me on edge. Phantom labour!

I decided, great, now Il get some sleep then, I slept for 20 mins and woke up RIGHT on the peak of a scary intense contraction. The first thing I said to Brentyn is "OMG I cant do this! :(“

He was good and told me I can and will :) I had a few more that were really sporadic. Mum called up to see how I was and while i chatted to her I had to keep giving the phone to Brentyn when i contraction came cause they were too intense to talk through.

As soon as I got off the phone Brentyns Grandma called up to see how wed been (like, straight as we hung up, lol) Brentyn put me on and almost as soon as I said hi I started getting a real intense contraction and handed the phone back to Brentyn. I felt seriously rude. I asked Brentyn to tell her to just wait one min, but she ended the call :(

Then I called the hospital to double check what on earth is going on. They weren’t in pattern anymore but they were intense. The midwife said “Good news, your body is getting ready for labour”

WHAT?! Ugh. I thought I was in labour. Poo. Its scary, made me think.. well…. labour will be INSANE.

She told me to stay home till I get a pattern and they come 5 – 3 mins apart…. she said if I came in now my contractions would stop from the change of environment. She told me to have a hot shower and put a hot water bottle on it. Which I have.

I had a bunch of short contractions in the shower, which I guess was because I wasn’t sitting down anymore. They were all 3 mins apart but I could handle them without squeezing Brentyn’s hand to nothing. He went and got me the hot water bottle and I put it on… I haven’t had any for 15 mins or so, longest break in a while so the heat must be doing the trick.

Hes playing drums now, I guess hes trying to milk the independence while he can!

 

The annoying news is that the midwife said there's a chance the contractions will just stop and not come back for a few days. Ugh. Which means I’ll have to be induced :( I really want it to start naturally, and I  really want it all over and done with :(

Looks like there'll be a longer wait yet.

I think labour is starting soon.

Goodness. I’m home alone and scary things are happening.

This morning I woke up with contractions that were kinda painless – now they’re getting a bit uncomfortable and period like. I can time them to almost 10 mins apart exactly.

 

I went to the toilet before and I had a HUGE amount of globby mucus, this time with really bright blood streaked in it – not brown like before. I also had a teeny bit of brownish blood last night. When that cleared up I tried not wearing a pad, thinking I was over it. And I woke up realising my discharge continues but is clear, so I think I’ll need to keep the pads on for now.

 

I think this means labour is under way. But… no one is around or available. Brentyn left for work an hour ago while I was still half asleep (and inadvertantly waking up mildly for each contraction but not realising until he had just left)

 

I’m a bit nervous…. I feel as though I’m forgetting everything I was taught to do! Oh well.

This might be the last update for a while.

Early Labour maybe?

Well, we certainly have progress! This is quite scary and wow, it comes all of a sudden! I still have so much to do.

This post will be graphic-ish but, you have been warned so don’t be offended if you read on.

 

Yesterday I went in for my Midwife appointment. I cancelled my appointment with the diabetes educator (which was put aside for emergency) because it’s clearly not been an issue. Anyway, I waited for about 15 mins, they asked where my file was because they were “preparing” for me, then 15 mins later they called me in. No midwife. Hey, what’s going on? Now there are two doctors in the clinic room. This must be serious, right? Well, apparently I’m so far along they bypass the midwife for this appointment.

The doctor was really nice and extremely blaze, I’m sure some people would hate that – but I *loved* that, it made me feel calmer about everything lol Apparently there was glucose in my urine (figures, the one time I cancel my diabetes appointment), but the doctor said it’s too late on to worry about it anymore. I didn’t have a clue why Id have glucose in my urine, Ive been eating fine and my BG readings are all normal. Makes me a little concerned.

My blood pressure was 130/80, which is fine apparently. Cool. Now they felt the baby, she pushes around, measures me (didnt tell me how big I was this time) and said the babys head is completely “locked” in place. I suppose that means it’s completely engaged now?

Then she went to do an internal examination of my cervix. Eeep. I nervously ask her if it will hurt and she told me “It’s just a little uncomfortable, but less painful that the Strep B test”. Oh. The strep B test was a walk in the park, so I relaxed and took deep breaths and thought of a beach. Did nothing, she stuck two fingers up and I struggled, it was a little painful, a little uncomfortable. She says to me “I have two fingers in and I’m touching the babys head. That means you’re two centimetres dilated, but I don’t think you are effaced at all”. Okay, no worries, now take your fingers out and let me get dressed. AHHHH OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING! “I’m just stretching the cervix a little”.

Holy God in heaven. That was TERRIBLE pain! I ask her “Whoa, is THAT what a contraction will feel like?!” and she responds “No, no, much worse than that!”. Thanks a lot for that. I feel so reassured. :\ Or, try this, scared to absolute death of labour now. Thanks.

I am still annoyed she did this without my knowledge OR permission. Ugh. But none the less, I’m sure she did it with good reason, and I’m sure it will help.

After that she casually called the birthing unit and booked me in for an induction on February 7th. She didn't actually tell me when or where to go, but I asked someone else later at MDAU and they told me 7am at the Birthing Suite (because it was a Sunday and MDAU would be closed). Apparently I go in, in the morning and have gel placed on my cervix to help it along. I stay for a few hours of monitoring, go home, then come back in the afternoon for more gel. I then stay overnight in the post-natal maternity ward (with crying babys, for a lovely sleep – lol). First thing Monday morning I get an IV drip & pitocin put on me. If nothings happened by the afternoon/evening they rupture my membranes. If that doesn’t start labour I’ll have a caesarean (apparently this is unlikely since I’m already dilated…). They said expect 2 days wait for the induction and then a further day for the labour. Hmmm.

It also means though, that for the whole second day of labour I have to go it alone most of the time because husbands are not allowed in the maternity ward except for 3 hours in the morning and 3 hours in the arvo. Even if he’s my birthing support partner. Whatever. Stupid rules.

It’s funny, they go on and on about “Have you got support? Will you have help after birth – you might get post natal depression”. Then they go ahead and say your husband can’t be with you. It seems to conflict but oh well.

 

Anyway after the appointment she asked me to go over to MDAU for another foetal monitoring. I thought my water broke on the way there but I wasn’t sure. They didn’t test me, but said it was probably just the gel the doctor used during the exam. Oh, oops.

The monitoring was fine, but took longer than usual. For the first time I got two strong contractions during the monitor, and they made cute little hills on the graph sheet. It was awesome to see the numbers coming down as the contraction went away. I can imagine in a real contraction that would be an awesome motivator.

By this point mum had arrived to pick me up (for some reason she found me in the hospital without knowing where I was – lucky!) this made me feel SO good, as I was getting kind of scared all on my own being poked and prodded and feeling like I’d just had a knife jammed up me.

 

When I got home I discovered I had been bleeding brown blood. I was told to expect this so I changed the pad and carried on. 2 hours later I was still bleeding. Only lightly, but it wasn’t pink blood. I was told to call if the blood was bright, or if I bled the next day. I ended up bleeding untill about 3am (only lightly) In the morning there was no blood.

I eventually got to sleep. The baby would move and it would give me shooting stabbing pains that would just stop me from falling asleep like a gunshot. It was near impossible to get comfortable, every time I fragiley moved just a little bit I’d get pain and have to stand up, shake myself out a bit and try again to lie down. Ugh annoying! Brentyn made me a hot water bottle and my God – that did it! I put the bottle and the body pillow in between my knees and was off like a light in 5 mins. Bless him :)

I got up at 7am and had breakfast and I was feeling a teeny tiny bit better and not bleeding. But just before Brentyn left for work at 10am and went to the toilet and lost my mucus plug. It was pink bright blood. It looked like I had the flu and it was like blasting into a snotty bloody tissue – yuck yuck. But yeah, unmistakable, that’s for sure. And gross.

 

Now I’m still feeling uncomfortable down there, I feel like I’ve been bashed up in the crotch. I haven’t got the sharp pains (probably because baby hasnt moved much this morning, which is normal for it.) I haven’t had any BH contractions since one last night… but I have had some crampy mild period like pain. Who knows what's going on.

 

I don’t think I’ll make it to my due date.

 

 

Now I’m going to try and figure out some calming relaxtion techniques because I was near on having a panic attack in hospital yesterday which was NOT cool. I don’t want my birth to be like that, I really, really don’t.

39 weeks & 1 day

Nothing much new to report. Well, not really anyway.

I was up last night with regular period pains, without tightening (some with). They all lasted 40 seconds and came about every 20 mins. I thought; “Is this the early sign of labour!?”.
Well, I decided that if it was, being 4am, I should probably get as much sleep as I could. When I woke up I had no pains… so I guess it was just another session of those week 39 aches and pains. Ah, pregnancy, how I detest thee!

Weird things happened to my blood sugar yesterday. Mangoes were on special for $2 each, and being that it was 39 degrees C yesterday, I couldn’t resist, despite the fact I had no idea how much sugar was in a regular mango.
I waited till my sugar readings were about 4.1, then I ate the mango. I went to church, came home and 2.5 hours after eating I tested my sugars. I was 4.1 still, so I told Brentyn to hold off cooking dinner for 2 hours and I would have some weet-bix to tide me over untill then. I ate my regular weet-bix.
Late on, my loving, gorgeous star of a hubby made dinner. Two chops, steamed veggies and his *perfect* roast potatoes, *drool*. I went to test my sugars and… wait… what?! 7.3? I kept saying “Wait noooo! Dinner is ready! It looks so good!” I was so sad. Not only was my reading insanely high for me, but just before dinner! I always like to be under 5.5 before I eat. 2 Hours after I have eaten I need to be under 7. If I’m between 7 and 5.5 I wait for my levels to go down before I eat anything with carbs.

This was different though, my hubby just made me a diabetic feast and I was so fed up I just ate it. I said, damn the test – I want my dinner! :( Here’s the weird thing though, I did my test 2 hours after eating again and my sugars were 4.2! How does that work?
I really don’t understand how my body takes on sugars. It makes no sense. Some days it acts like it doesn’t have diabetes, others I feel like I should be in hospital, lol.

I crashed into Justine from birth class, whom I went to high school with many moons ago – at church last night. She’s due one day later than me and, just like me, is so very over being pregnant too. It’s good to know you’re not alone! I empathised with her hand on her hip and the slight waddle in her step, I could feel the pressure of our bub on me and I thought, man, everyone must get like this towards the end. It really sucks. But at least I know the baby is getting ready. It’s very very low on my cervix, I haven’t been tested but boy can I tell.

I am excited (in a strange way) about tomorrow. It’s my midwives appointment, possibly my last. Now, I know it’s pot-luck which midwife I get, and their opinions on my condition at the moment… but I’m hoping to get someone who is empathetic and professional this time. Not in a rush, not a know-it-all and certainly not someone who refuses to read my file then calls me low-risk. That particular midwife really upset me.

According to the general consensus, I should be induced  before I reach 40 weeks gestation. At my last appointment I was told that when I come in to my 39 week appointment, if I hadn’t already gone into labour naturally, I would meet with a doctor to book an induction time. However, the curse of that one irritating midwife I got once, creeps over me. She said I would be induce after 41 weeks  just like every “other” low-risk patient. I was told by the sonographer that the baby would be too large to deliver naturally after 40 weeks, and I seriously believe her now with the way my uterus feels absolutly stretched to capacity, it’s insane.

I have to be honest, if they don’t induce me before 40 weeks, I will be scared. Scared for my health, scared for the babies welfare, and scared of an emergency caesarean that could have easily been avoided otherwise. What would be my ultimate dream outcome of the appointment? If they said “We will induce you, and before we do, we will have an ultrasound to make sure baby is the right position and the correct weight for a vaginal delivery”.

Of course, that would never happen. One can dream though.

In all reality I’m expecting to go in, do a urine test, have them feel my tummy, brush off my questions, and rush me out the door saying “Call us when contractions are five mins apart – NEXT!”. *sighs* I seriously wish some of the midwives would read my files thoroughly. The one I got for my 37 week pre-admission appointment was AWESOME. If I got her again, I’d be so happy. She was patient, friendly and had actually read my file. She also asked if I had any more questions like 3 times before I left.

Well, I guess a prayer or two is in order. Hopefully everything will work out and I will have a non-stupidly long labour, that doesn’t end in a caesarean. An epidural that actually works would be delightful too, but maybe I’d be pushing my luck on that.

If I do need a c-section, I will be kind of screwed. Brentyn can only get 3 or so days off, and since I’m in hospital for 3 days… he won’t be home for those first days with baby :( This makes me *so* insanely disappointed! While I know mum will surely come around to help, I feel uncomfortable sitting around doing nothing when I have guests. It’s different with Brentyn… he’s always here so I don’t feel like I need to “entertain” as it were.
That being said, I will ask for help anywhere I can get it, it would be wonderful. But I just can’t help but feel like leaving me alone with the baby after major abdominal surgery and what will probably be a HUGE line of guests knocking at my door wanting to meet the new baby – will be exasperating. Especially when the house is still cluttered and messy. I try to clean it but anything that is left are heavy boxes and furniture, which I can’t move if I wanted too. Brentyn says he’ll do it – but he forgets. Hmmm.

The next couple of weeks are going to be so intense on my emotional stability, I can just sense it. I am a prime candidate for postpartum depression.