Sam writes beautifully about her journey navigating motherhood as mum to a tween and step mum to 2 older teen boys.
You can also find Sam here:
Like any first time Mum, I read up and talked about all the various birthing options that were available. It really wasn’t an easy job, but I finally decided what I wanted and wrote my birth plan and it was very detailed and precise to what I wanted, when and how.
Unfortunately, I developed Gestational Diabetes so was induced 3 days early as they did not want me to go over my due date.
I went into hospital on the Wednesday to be induced, I started getting cramp type pains, but nothing major, I was on a ward and happily chatted to other soon to be mums. Breakfast the next morning resulted in me being sick and apologising to everyone, I was so upset I had 24/7 sickness for weeks at the start and did not want it during labour as well. Lunchtime just after my last lot of inducing drugs I was taken to the delivery suite, I was scared and excited and not in too much discomfort, I thought this was going to be a doddle. My midwife was lovely and read my birth plan commenting she had never seen one so detailed and precise. My husband popped home during the afternoon to feed the dog and let him out and have something to eat. While he was gone my original consultant came in, honestly he was a George Clooney look a like, he told me he was going to break my waters, but there was a chance the cord could come out as well, and if that happened they would have to perform a C Section, and he would be surrogate Dad until my husband returned, I was happy with that, although secretly would have preferred my husband. All was fine though and I remained in the delivery suite.
My husband returned, just after I had been hooked up to an insulin drip, a glucose drip and epidural. Oh yes I was going for no pain. Midnight came I was being sick and watching the epidural going down and telling my midwife it was getting low. By this stage I was thirsty and tired.
About 3am, we were told that they needed to perform an emergency C Section, so my husband went off to change into gowns, my midwife was off helping sort theatre and I was left alone. At this point I decided to try to sit up a bit,do not ask why but when my husband walked back into the room, he asked if I was ok and I said no. I couldn’t move and felt like my bowels were going to explode if I did, plus a few choice words. At this point my midwife walked in she checked me over and said she could see the babies head, next thing I swear there was a hundred people come into the room. They decided to go for the birth right there, so with my husband holding my left hand and the chief midwife holding my right hand, who I felt very sorry for after I somehow got hold of her skirt and hoisted it up so she was flashing the whole time. The team were amazing and my husband encouraging me by telling me to push and how great I was doing, got a few unpolite responses. I finally pushed my baby girl into the world at 3.45am, she was checked and then put straight on me.
I remember being in awe of this tiny little person, I cried my eyes out that I was finally a Mum, and then I cried some more when my husband held our Daughter and saw his face.
If you are expecting your first baby, don’t stress about your birth plan as mine went totally out the window, just go with the flow of what you want.
Thank you so much Sam for sharing your story.
Why not pop over and see what Sam is writing about on her own blog Stressed Mum.