Seeing as I jotted Betty’s birth story down I thought it was only fair to write down the experience of giving birth to her baby brother!
If you have been following me since I fell pregnant (and my blogs for Kicks Count) you may know that I had the choice of having a VBAC or another c-section and after much deliberation and a few scans it was decided I would try for a VBAC should he come early but if not to go for s c-section at 39 weeks (my request- they would have let me go to 40 but I just didn’t want to!)
So 39 weeks came along and there was no sign of him. So there I was heading for a c-section and this is how it went…
5.30 am – I woke up and hopped in the shower, got dressed and did my hair and make up. I know that probably sounds ridiculous but thats what makes me feel ‘me’ and also, I looked a right state after having Betty and I didn’t really want that again!
6 am – I sat on the bed and had a cry. It was all becoming very real and I was so incredibly nervous as I knew what was coming. I also had to take the rest of my pre operation medication and a hydration drink called Pre Load that doesn’t taste of much but should be advised to drink with ice cold water I think!
7 am – my husband’s parents arrived, I faffed around with Betty (probably far too much, I was SO nervous by this point)
7.20 am – it was time to leave and say goodbye to Betty. That was harder than I thought it would be, she cried and I had to stay strong when all I wanted to do was sob my eyes out and wrap her in my arms.
8 am – we arrived at the hospital, checked in with reception, got given and room and then we had to wait.
9 am – still waiting… Jon got taken to change into his scrubs for theatre which gave us a little hope that it might be soon..
11 am – still waiting. I placed my order for lunch and dinner which I was really looking forward to as I hadn’t eaten since the evening before… hangry!! Lots of medical people had been in to talk to me, fill in paperwork etc.
12pm – still waiting. Now a little worried that I won’t get lunch…
Last ever bump shot!
12.20 pm – time to go down to theatre!! I was given a gown to change into and then the walk to theatre began and my adrenaline ramped up a gear! Also still wondering about lunch, hope they leave it for me…
12.30 pm – I was in theatre. The room felt absolutely massive compared to the room I had Betty in. There’s was so much space around the operating table which was in the middle of the room pretty much, it felt pretty surreal and not like the operating rooms you see on the TV!
The anaesthetist finally begins and that’s when the tears really start to flow. For some reason Jon wasn’t allowed with me for this part (unlike Betty’s birth where he was practically nose to nose with me and holding me in place). All I wanted was Jon, I knew he was there but I couldn’t even see him. The first dose of anaesthetic didn’t work and in fact the lady had to administer 15ml instead of the usual 5ml before I couldn’t feel the spinal going in. I didn’t have a panic attack quite like I did during that bit with Betty’s birth but my word did I cry. I tried so hard to keep it in, my head was down the whole time and I was deep breathing but those tears came thick and fast! So thick and fast that they eventually let Jon sit close enough to me so that he could stroke my toes ( holding his hand was what I needed but a toe stroke and the sight of his face was just about enough)
After that I was laid down, they test to see what I can feel with the cold spray and then it’s time to start!
12.55pm – I’m guessing this time but I assume that’s about the time they start the operation.
Jon is banished back to his chair which really bugged me, we could just about touch finger tips. I was so disappointed by that, I wanted him right there with me, not the crazy but lovely anaesthetist who kept stroking my hair and forehead (stop lady, you’re gonna give me spots and greasy hair!)
There was a lot of tugging around this time. It felt so so intense compared to when I had Betty and I remember constantly going ‘errr, eeewwww, ohhh’ at every tug and movement. It didn’t hurt but it wasn’t exactly pleasant, it’s such a hard feeling to describe.
1.07pm – Thomas James Hutton makes his entrance into the world. They drop the curtain so I can see him being born which was magical and incredibly gross at the same time. Jon was practically forced to take a photo of this which we find so funny now as neither of us wanted it caught on camera (just as well as it’s super blurry from Jon’s panic at being told to take a photo!)
He was silent as he came out and got taken to get cleaned up. I waited to hear his cry and then those tears come flying back! Oh that beautiful cry. He was brought straight to me for skin to skin and he instantly settled. Should have known from then that he’d be a mummy’s boy.
He was born to ‘The Boys of Summer’ by Don Henley… not our choice, just what was playing on the radio at the time. He was seconds away from being born to a current ‘pop’ song that no one would remember in years to come so I’m quite glad it was that song.
So that is the story for Thomas’s birth. Planned but still exciting, nerve wracking and beyond magical.
We are so, so in love with Thomas and for me it was the perfect birth and the perfect way to end my pregnancy.
P.S they put my lunch on the side in my room…phew!!