Two days prior I had some brown discharge and crampy-pseudo contractions going on so I was pretty sure that labour was coming. Just slightly after midnight on 18th, I went to the toilet because I felt liquid soaking up my pantyliner with some slight contractions and totally started panicking.
We drove down to the hospital straightaway and got me admitted. But the nurse came to check and she said that I’m barely dilated and the liquid wasn’t from the water bag. It was just the mucus plug. Meh. So she said we could either wait in the labour ward or go home and wait. I decided to wait at home because who knows how long it’ll take.
Contractions started coming on fast and furious. I was having one every 4 minutes and it hurt the bejeezus out of me. I managed to tolerate the pain until about 5.30am and J decided that we should go to the hospital. By then the pain was still manageable and they started me on laughing gas. I was only 1cm dilated.
Side note: nobody told me that checking for dilation was such a traumatic thing?! I was extremely traumatised by it and it hurt a hell lot. 😭
By 7ish in the morning the contractions were unbearably painful already, the laughing gas did shit to ease the pain and I was ready for my epidural. But J said it might be too early to get one – and for some reason I let him convince me to delay it.
What a fool I am. I was literally whizzing in pain, the laughing gas no longer had any effect at all and I was dying. I insisted on the epidural and he gave in.
When the anaesthetist came in, it was like seeing an angel walk through the door. My saviour! What’s an epidural needle compared to the horrible, horrible contraction pain! I barely felt it going in. All I could think about was the sweet relief I’m going to feel.
And boy did it feel good. By 9ish 10am, I was blissfully drugged out on the epidural and even managed to sleep for a bit. By the time my gynae came to see me I was 3cm dilated and he instructed the nurses to start me on oxytocin to hasten the dilation.
18/08/18 – 1pm
The nurse came into check on my dilation and told me I should get ready to push. What?! I’m not prepared?! But she said I was ready. So I did. And before the hour was over, I was mom to a sweet little chubby healthy princess.
But I must have tore my way through the labour because boy were there many stitches. 😔 I kept seeing the suture go in and out, up and down, I lost count.
I asked if the tears were bad, but all I got was “it’s normal, don’t worry about it” which made me even more worried.
We were wheeled to my room and I was still relatively pain-free from the epidural. But it got worst. The first trip to the toilet was pure torture.
It hurt so much down there and I couldn’t see the stitches (though I didn’t really want to see it anyway) so I didn’t know what i was cleaning 😔.
I had to wear these super thick maternity loop pads that were super uncomfortable but they did the job. I was given an ice-pad to help sooth the pain down there. It only worked for 10 minutes 🙄 and after that it was just a regular pad again.
Then the sleepless nights started. Nurses would wheel Bean in every 2 hours for breastfeeding 😴.
Anyhoo I’m glad that Bean can latch on!
20/8 Discharge and Home we go!
Thankful for all the visitors who came by and for all the gifts 😊. It was daunting climbing up the stairs to our room! But we made it!
Ok I’m tired this turned out longer than I thought it’d be. Need to catch two winks!