I haven’t updated since I was 19 weeks pregnant back in January! I had so many problems logging in and I forgot all about it but I’ve got access back now. Warning – this us an epically long post!!!!
And boy, has a lot happened since then. I’ll try to do a quick catch up from then, starting with the 20 week scan. Everything went brilliantly, C and I were so worried something was going to be picked up. Well, I say C and I were, it’s mainly me who was worrying. It’s funny how after every scan we would turn to each other and say how the first thing we both do is check for the heartbeat flickering away. So the 20 week scan went without a hitch and I got the whooping cough vaccine. We also had a 4d scan at 28 weeks. I had originally booked it for a Thursday but this was just as lockdown was beginning to loom over us so I scheduled it in for the Saturday before. It was brilliant but as usual, little bean had her hands (and feet too, this time!) in front of her face. Still, we eventually got some quite nice pictures and again, it was lovely that H could join us too. Just after this, I think 2 days later, BoJo announced lockdown plans and as a vulnerable person, being pregnant, I started working from home. I hated working from home and when the schools locked down a week later so I was home working and home schooling….no fun! I ended up taking maternity leave early in the end at 32 weeks. Earlier than I wanted, but I was stressed out so it was worth it
Maternity leave started early and it was nice just me and H at home, as C still had to go into work as he couldn’t work from home. We got some nice bonding time together, but it was hard with months of no routine for either of us actually. Before I knew it, however, I was 39 weeks and having a stretch and sweep. I was being induced on my due date as that’s what they do with ivf where I live. At 39 weeks I had an s&s to try and get things moving naturally. I’d heard they were really unpleasant so I was really pleased with myself that it wasn’t bothering me at all. Then the midwife said that she couldn’t actually reach my cervix so couldn’t perform the s&s. I was gutted! Not only that she couldn’t do it, but that my cervix was apparently so far off being ready for having a baby. So the induction was booked for a week that day. We spent the next week redecorating H’s bedroom for her birthday and building her new bed – her birthday is the end of June and we knew we wouldn’t have a chance of doing it with a newborn! We finally got it all done on the Thursday night and d day was the Saturday…
Saturday dawned and I woke for my 5am wee as usual and in the half light I noticed somthing when I wiped – my plug was coming away. I was really hoping that meant I wouldnt need to be induced, so I called the labour ward but they said they would still recommend I go in as planned and we could assess then whether induction was still needed. Sadly they decided it was, so at 10.23am I had my pessary inserted. I was on a ward with 3 other women, 2 of whome were being induced and one who was being monitored due to contractions, diabetes complications and she was only 35 weeks gone. I spent the next few hours really fed up. Due to covid restrictions C wasnt allowed in until I was 4cm dilated (which I’m still gutted about, after all we went through it did mar the experience). I’m not even really sure why not, as I had to have a covid test 2 days before induction – why he couldn’t have had the same and joined us I don’t know. Anyway. I went for a coiple of walks round the hospital grounds and at 9.15pm text my mum to say how fed up I was, as aside from a contraction every now and then I had nothing. 10 minutes later, however, my waters broke.
After that I went to the loo and saw little brown lumps in my pad. I showed the midwife who said it looked like meconium and they put me on the monitor. I was having really painful contractions but nothing was showing up. They readjusted the monitor and eventually found the contractions being picked up and examined me and finally I had hit 4cm so Craig was called in. They said I was really progressing very quickly and it wouldn’t be long til she was here. That was about 11.45. I got my gas and air the midwives on the labour ward said I was going along nicely but my contractions were weak. I can tell you now that they hurt like hell, but they weren’t really pushing the baby down like they should. This meant I had to push extra hard and it was extremely painful and tiring. Eventually, after what felt like HOURS of pushing but I later found out was 59 minutes, Baby A was born at 1.36am weighing 7lbs 6oz. It was much, much harder as births go than with H!!! I got a third degree tear this time and ended up with a prolapsed womb too, so all in all that wasn’t ideal!!!
But, it was totally worth it and we are all completely and utterly besotted with our new baby girl who is 3.5 months old now. I couldn’t imagine life without her and I’d do it all again if I had to. She’s a little sweetheart, she sleeps well and isn’t too grumpy as babies go! I absolutely adore her, she’s mended my broken heart and I forgot just how fiercely you love new babies. Like, I love H just as much, but I’m used to how much I love her, if that makes sense?! Anyway, long overdue check in with an insanely long post which I doubt anyonewill get to the end of but if you did, thanks for reading!