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At 5pm we were told that NOTHING would be happening at all that day but we would be priority on the Friday morning and they would put a drip in and get things moving, I was really upset because I felt that everything that had been done on Wednesday was a waste of time.
Got a Doctors pass and went out with Chris for my tea (that was nice). At 8pm (nightshift came on) I was told that they wouldn’t use the drip because it is too harsh when I’m not in proper labour and could cause problems and that I would be given a Prostaglandin tablet instead. After a very long day we just had to accept that tomorrow was another day and hope that nothing urgent came in and stopped us from getting started so we could meet our precious baby. Very little sleep and lots of tea, ohh yes and more baths (anything to pass the time).
===Friday 6th August 2010===
The Midwife came in at about 8am and did her examination and put baby on the monitor to do a trace before administering tablet, baby quite sleepy so had to have a glass of cold water and move onto left side to get him/her moving which he/she did, all was fine baby active again. The tablet was inserted at 8.30am and again on continuous monitoring. The midwife was in and out the room, but I was watching the monitor because baby was jumping about and knocking the CTG off. I got concerned when the heartbeat was going down to 64/62 beats and not coming back up again but wasn’t sure if it was because he/she was moving around so much (this had happened many times before) but pressed the buzzer (8.58am) anyway. All I can say and remember is that total mayhem erupted, the emergency button was being pressed and Drs, Consultants and Midwives were running around everywhere and needles and masks were being stuck into and on me.
I was panicking and crying because I didn’t know what got concerned when the heartbeat was going on except I was being taken down to theatre straight away 64/62 beats and all I wanted not coming back up again but wasn’t sure if it was because he/she was Chrismoving around so much (this had happened many times before) but pressed the buzzer (8. At 958am) anyway.10am someone went to phone him as All I can say and remember is that total mayhem erupted, the emergency button was being hurled towards theatre - there pressed and Drs, Consultants and Midwives were people running around everywhereand needles and masks were being stuck into and on me.
I was panicking and crying because I didn’t know what was going on except I was being taken to theatre straight away and all I wanted was Chris. At 9.10am someone went to phone him as I was being hurled towards theatre - there were people everywhere. I knew this must be bad because I wasn’t being told anything at all apart from move an arm here or breathe deeply, I remember the consultant rubbing my cheek saying “Right, that’s us ready to put you to sleep.” My reply was “please don’t let my baby die” and I could see in his face he wasn’t promising anything.
The next thing I knew was being wheeled into recovery and being told you have a wee girl and Chris walking towards me crying and smiling, carrying a tiny bundle. I knew at that point she was fine.