Got a sharp telling off from the midwife today - stupidly, last night, I looked into synthetic hormones used in inducing labour. What I found on the internet said that most women are offered epidurals before having them as the pain is very strong, plus you are also at risk of the uterus going into overdrive, which was what happened to me the last time. Last night my heart sank when I read this, as you can imagine - or probably not, as I also had 3 epidurals last time and none of them worked one little bit.
I thought about all of this last night and thought, why not ask for a sweep? It does no harm, as long as they can do it (they couldn't last time!!!) and it may get things going without having to go through an unnatural process. Anyway, I told all of this to the midwife and the attitude was "Come on, pull yourself together! It's rubbish that the pain is worse, it can be fully controlled". I think the midwife must know me quite well because it was just the kick in the arse I needed - it's not worth dwelling on the past, just get on with it. Obviously last time it didnt help that I was climbing the walls having contractions every minute because my uterus was spasming, that I actually cried (! - grown woman of 31 yrs at the time) when they did an internal examination, that I had to argue very strongly to get pethadine (wonderful stuff) to get any sleep that night and that my son was born covered in poo. I tore from one end to the other, the bruising was so severe that the midwife was still pulling stitches out 3 weeks later, I was so weak that I couldn't carry my son for a long time as I had severe pains travelling around my chest and then I developed DVT when I was incorrectly advised to come off the anti-coagulants I had been taking throughout my pregnancy. Funny, writing about it also helps.
I can distinctly remember waiting for the induction date to arrive the last time. I had spent most days sitting on my swinging chair in the sunshine, watching apples fall off the trees in the neighbours fruit orchard. I remember thinking ' that's how it should be - when it's ripe, nature should take it's course'. I hate induction - no, I shouldn't use the word hate- it's a powerful negative word. I intensly dislike induction. But some babies just don't want to budge, and it seems that neither of mine wanted out.
So, anyway, back to now. The midwife is coming round on Saturday, keep fingers crossed that it starts things off. And tomorrow I'm going out with my Mum and with Jeff - Thomas the tank engine is in town and Jeff is Thomas's number 1 fan, so I thought it a good idea to go. Spending quality time with Mum is rare so I'm going to prepare us a nice picnic and enjoy the sunshine that's predicted for tomorrow.
I thought about all of this last night and thought, why not ask for a sweep? It does no harm, as long as they can do it (they couldn't last time!!!) and it may get things going without having to go through an unnatural process. Anyway, I told all of this to the midwife and the attitude was "Come on, pull yourself together! It's rubbish that the pain is worse, it can be fully controlled". I think the midwife must know me quite well because it was just the kick in the arse I needed - it's not worth dwelling on the past, just get on with it. Obviously last time it didnt help that I was climbing the walls having contractions every minute because my uterus was spasming, that I actually cried (! - grown woman of 31 yrs at the time) when they did an internal examination, that I had to argue very strongly to get pethadine (wonderful stuff) to get any sleep that night and that my son was born covered in poo. I tore from one end to the other, the bruising was so severe that the midwife was still pulling stitches out 3 weeks later, I was so weak that I couldn't carry my son for a long time as I had severe pains travelling around my chest and then I developed DVT when I was incorrectly advised to come off the anti-coagulants I had been taking throughout my pregnancy. Funny, writing about it also helps.
I can distinctly remember waiting for the induction date to arrive the last time. I had spent most days sitting on my swinging chair in the sunshine, watching apples fall off the trees in the neighbours fruit orchard. I remember thinking ' that's how it should be - when it's ripe, nature should take it's course'. I hate induction - no, I shouldn't use the word hate- it's a powerful negative word. I intensly dislike induction. But some babies just don't want to budge, and it seems that neither of mine wanted out.
So, anyway, back to now. The midwife is coming round on Saturday, keep fingers crossed that it starts things off. And tomorrow I'm going out with my Mum and with Jeff - Thomas the tank engine is in town and Jeff is Thomas's number 1 fan, so I thought it a good idea to go. Spending quality time with Mum is rare so I'm going to prepare us a nice picnic and enjoy the sunshine that's predicted for tomorrow.
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