So it’s my turn to blog!
I was sitting here thinking what is something I wished I had read all those years ago when I was starting a family. Something real, not sugar coated. Then it came to me….expecting your first baby!!!
I was super excited and scared when I did that first pregnancy test. I had been married for all of 4 weeks! Honeymoon baby welcome to conception.
I was quiet young and had this theory that ignorance was bliss. I will just wait till it all happens before I worry. I didn’t read books, I didn’t do classes and listened to every horror story that woman would tell me.
I did every prenatal test there was. I listened to the doctors and didn’t really question anything. I also had a sister that was pregnant at the same time and felt I guess that I should do the same as her. There has always been two ways to do things in our family…… the right way (which consists of doing what your mother, sisters, aunties and grandmother did) and then the wrong way (anything that goes against the grain)
As I sit here typing away I realise how education is the key when it comes to pregnancy and child birth. Decisions you make can change the outcome.
I did the GD test (gestational diabetes) I wasn’t at risk for it I just did it because they told me that if it went undiagnosed I could put my baby at risk and also myself. Turns out I did have it. My readings were just over and they were now treating me as a GD patient. I controlled it with diet and would be induced at 40 weeks. I also did the GBS test (a test now that some hospitals are phasing out) and that was also positive, so that meant that I would have to have antibiotics during my labour.
I had a stretch and sweep at 40 weeks advised by the doctor to help stimulate things, which did nothing but make me spot bleed and crap all night so that the next day when I went in to be induced I had absolutely no sleep.
I was induced on the 9th of February 1999. I was so scared and also a little bit excited. I had my husband there and let’s just say half of Melbourne. I had both my sisters, my sister in law, my mother, mother in law, and my best friend. How I was supposed to get in a zone with all those people there actually makes me chuckle 19 years later.
I went through the standard text book induction. They broke my waters, put in the drip, I couldn’t cope, had the gas, a pethidine shot. Nothing was taking away this pain. Hours went by and still nothing. My body wasn’t doing what I thought it was supposed to be doing. It was a slow painful process. My sister that had had her baby 4 months earlier was also induced (GD) and had her baby within 6 hours and had no pain relief to my knowledge. That was mentioned to me a few times during my labour. So not only did I feel like I wasn’t doing it right, I was reminded that other people did it faster and without any pain relief.
If that was me now, I would tell half the room to get the fuck out and shut the fuck up. I still get annoyed to this day that I didn’t have a voice. Finding your voice is so important. I can’t stress that enough. Whether it be with the medical team, your family, your husband or your friends. Find your fucking voice!
I ended up having the epidural at about midnight. I had been in labour since about 1 pm that day was absolutely destroyed I was 4 cms. Once everything was in place I ended up sleeping for a few hours.