Right where were we?
I had been given the OK to be induced at 38 weeks after 10 days in hospital. So Sunday I was given a suppository, which didn’t do anything and I was then given a further 2 suppositories which failed to get me to progress beyond 3cm. Monday came and went, as did most of Tuesday.
This was a very surreal experience and everything seemed to happen in super fast speed with MadDad running behind me putting on scrubs. All the theatres were full so I used an emergency one which is actually at the end of a corridor on the delivery suite.
I was given more local anesthetic and warned that I would possibly feel some thing sue to the area which refused to numb. We were also told that they didn’t want to put me under a general anesthetic due to the vomiting and if I did have to have it that I would wake up with a tube down my throat.
It all happened oh so fast and within 5 minutes Maxi was born with an apgar of 10 and weighing 7lb 2 oz. I have never cried so much in my life, tears that he was fine, then things get a little hazy.
MadDad filled me in on the details after, as I was still losing blood, he said it looked as though I was in a slaughter house behind the curtain, blood everywhere, so much so that they dropped my placenta!
They sorted me out, stitched me up, offered me a blood transfusion, which I declined and then took me to a private room and that is the last thing I remember for a full 24 hours!
My body was battered and bruised and my blood levels were all over the place. The consultant had come in and they had started me on some medication to stabilise me and MadDad took over looking after Maxi, I woke up to see him sat on the seat next to me giving him a bottle and telling him how wonderful he was, it was a scene that melted my heart.
3 days post section we were allowed home.