It was November 2014 when I fell pregnant with my 2nd child. My husband and I were overjoyed to know we were going to have another baby to add to the family. I was feeling positive as our first pregnancy went without a hitch. The first few weeks passed and we decided to tell our parents quite early at 6 weeks on Boxing Day. Our parents would have guessed it straight away. Of course, they were over the moon to be grandparents again.
The first few weeks were brilliant. No sickness at all. We got to about week 9 of the pregnancy and my worst fear happened….blood…not much but it was there. I was panic stricken and didn’t know why it was happening. I was praying for my unborn child to be safe. I spoke to the midwife who informed me not to worry and if it were to become heavier then I’d need to phone back. Thankfully my prayers worked and we got to the 12th week (to my relief).
We were scheduled for a routine scan at about 13 weeks. The scan went well with only positive things to say about my unborn baby. We opted to have the down syndrome screening which required a blood test and the sonographer to take some measurements from baby’s neck. We had this done with our daughter too and received a low possibility so we were feeling positive.
I knew something was wrong
A few days later a lady phoned about our results. Immediately I knew something was wrong. It seems silly really as we would not have terminated whatever the outcome. Our odds came back 1/154. This was a massive drop to our odds we had with our daughter. The lady I spoke to advised me on other treatments where we could determine an exact yes or no..but this comes with a possibility of miscarriage. It wasn’t worth the risk. My husband and I decided not to have any other treatment and carry on as normal. Although we both knew it was on our minds.
We were now at our 20-week scan. Excited and nervous to see how our baby was doing. We both wanted to know the sex of the baby…it’s a boy. A little brother for our daughter, just perfect. Two weeks later we decided to treat ourselves to a baby moon. A nice getaway break for the weekend.
Once we were back home we started thinking about names, nursery themes etc. By about 30 weeks, I was beginning to get really uncomfortable. Tired, irritable and just feeling huge.
Thirty-four weeks came and I couldn’t believe how quick the time had gone. To know I was going to be a mummy a second time around very soon was a magical feeling. I was feeling lucky.
I had a midwife checkup and the midwife was feeling the baby in my tummy. She felt around my pelvis and said that baby wasn’t engaged. It was de-Ja-Vu for me. Yes, I’d been here before with my daughter. She was breech, delivered by cesarean section. I was pretty certain our baby boy was breech also. I was referred to my nearest main hospital at 36 weeks for a scan. It was confirmed that he was transverse/ breech.
It was going to be another breech birth for me
I knew straight away I’d be having another cesarean. The consultant came in to see me and advised me on what was going to happen next. She said I should come back the following week in the hope that baby was going to turn himself.
A week later I was back for another scan. He was still in the breech/transverse position. They wanted me admitted to hospital within the next 24 hours.
We penciled in a date for my section, the 13th of August, just two weeks away. I began to think it might be quite nice to have a break after running around after my 2-year-old. We arranged childcare for my daughter as my husband was working and he wanted to save the time to be with baby and myself after the birth.
We got to the hospital and was shown my room. (I had a private room as I was in for 2 weeks). It was nice, I had my own shower. The time came when I had to say bye to my daughter knowing I wasn’t going to see her for several days. I cried for a while after. I’d never left her for more than a day since she was born.
I made a cup of tea and just sat watching the sunset from my window. I knew it was going to be a long 2 weeks. After the first week passed, I’d settled in well. Seeing familiar faces of other moms on the ward and not forgetting the midwives. It was quite nice having chats with other moms over a cuppa. But I was also beginning to feel frustrated that I couldn’t be at home. It was an emotional time. Missing my daughter so much. But I knew I had to be in the hospital for the safety of our baby.
I was excited but feeling nervous
The night before my cesarean and I was feeling nervous and excited. I just wanted it over and done with. From midnight, I was nil by mouth. The morning came and I was visited in my room by the surgeon with various papers I had to sign. Everything was going to plan and they would see me in a few hours. My husband arrived and we were both really excited. I was prepped for surgery and half an hour later was escorted down to a theater.
This was it… I walked through the double doors, like I had once before, knowing what was about to happen. There were quite a few people in the room, midwives, surgeon and anesthetist. Quite daunting to say the least. I was given a cannula into the back of my hand to administer medicines. The surgeon began prepping my back for a spinal block. He administered several local anesthetics into my back ready for the spinal needle.
Before I knew it I was on the table. Everyone buzzing. I felt all numb and listening to the different noises around me. I was focused on my husband holding my hand.
My boy was delivered, all 10lb 10oz of him but not without a few complications. I lost about 1/3 of my blood. But it was William I was worried about. Yes, he cried when he was delivered but he was also being lazy with his breathing. He went from pink to purple several times. He needed help.
I couldn’t help but feel useless as they took my baby away
He was wheeled off to the intensive care unit, my husband went with him so William wasn’t scared and had his daddy, a familiar voice and smell with him. I was wheeled to recovery and monitored for a couple of hours. I was then taken to NICU to see my baby boy. The first time I had properly seen him. I could see him hooked up to a huge monitor. I was scared.
The day passed really quickly. My husband had gone home. I wanted to see my boy him again so with the help of a midwife I heaved my body off the bed and into a wheelchair, she took me to see him and I got to hold him for the first time. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was wheeled back up to my room.
The following morning my husband came and he helped me get a shower and clean up a bit. We both went down to NICU to see William. He was doing well, but his blood sugars were playing up and he had jaundice. His sugars weren’t stable so he was having to have heel prick checks ever 2-3 hours.
The next day my little girl got to meet her baby brother. I don’t think she knew where to put herself. She was so happy and excited and clearly had a lot of love for him.
The following day we were able to go home as Williams sugars had stabilized. It was such a relief to get in the car and leave the hospital behind. If you asked me if I’d do it all again..I’d say yes in a heartbeat.
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