My birth story starts when I was 41 weeks pregnant.
I had been having intense back pain since 10 am on July 31st but not thinking anything of it. I went on with my day, but at around 3 pm, they started to move to my front, and my uterus started to get really tight, but I was able to cope with the pain as long as I wasn't sitting down so again I didn't think much of it, but from 7 pm they had only gotten more intense, hot showers took the edge off, but I couldn’t move through them anymore, and I was struggling to talk through them, I was tracking them for a bit at 7:40, but I had to stop because focusing on them was making it really hard to cope, but when I was tracking they were coming every 4ish minutes and lasting around a minute 20 my midwife decided to come into town and check me because of being a week overdue she was pretty positive I was in labour
We got checked at around 10 pm, and I was 5cm, so we headed to the hospital at midnight. I was rechecked at 3, and I was 7-8 cm. The pain was unbearable, so I was using gas and nothing else to cope, but I was throwing up every contraction, and something didn’t feel right in my gut. I was rechecked at 7 am and was still 7-8cm, and my daughter was posterior facing with her head up towards the ceiling. I wasn’t able to move from the pain, and her heart rate was rising and falling rapidly with my contractions because she was stressed. They had me sign paperwork for a c-section just in case it got to that, and by 8, I was begging for one because something was feeling really wrong. According to her anklet, she was born at 8:50 am, weighing 8 pounds and 10. I did have meconium in my waters.
My daughter's father wasn’t in the operating room with me because I needed my mum more, and he didn’t think he could handle being in there with me. I don't remember a lot of my labour and even the first day she was born as I was so out of it from tiredness, pain and the painkillers they were pumping into me after the c-section.
