After endless waiting, I gave up and relied on Tuesday’s induction. Funnily, on Sunday night, just two days before the induction, I began to have more and more regular contractions. I was not sure if it was the real thing. The admission of the hospital told me to make the way in, I still couldn’t believe that I was going to have a baby. Right there and then!
Having difficulties in coping with the contractions, I was examined by a hospital midwife. She transferred me directly to the delivery suite, as I was 8 to 9 cm dilated already! The delivery room I was using is my dream room with a large birthing pool. The midwife’s words broke my dream “It will take about half an hour to fill the pool. You would give birth by then.” What a miss! All the breathing technique I learned from the yoga course was useless too – I simply skipped a great deal of the first stage. Before the midwife told me to push, I coped all right with Gas and Air, which made me really dizzy and left me wonder where I was. The push bit was dreadful. I made such an effort to push, but still hadn’t had any success. The baby’s head was just not going to come out!!
It turned out the baby became distressed and needed to be got out quickly. A surgeon with Romanian accent came in and conducted the Ventouse delivery for me. I didn’t escape from the fate of episiotomy either, which I always feared.
Jonathan was such a great supporter. He caressed me, held my hands when I was in pain; gave me praise when I really pushed hard; reassured me when I was in doubt. The midwife, Kerry Foot, and the surgeon were also very nice and helpful.
After two to three hours’ fight in the delivery room, the baby came out. He was such a handsome young boy. I loved him straight away. From that moment on, I realised the boy is worth all the waiting.
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Jun, Kerry was my midwife too! I thought she was really really great and lovely!
Well done to you for coping so well!
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