Tomorrow the bichin is turning 1 year old. A year since I gave birth and I am honestly still a little bit traumatized by it. But after a year, time to tell his birth story and maybe take some of that trauma away.
At about 28weeks in my pregnancy, I was admitted to hospital because of many Braxton hicks. After a week in the hospital on contraction stoppers, I was sent home with complete bedrest until week 36. Since I never noticed these practice contractions (they didn´t hurt at all, I only noticed if I had a hand on my bump) I was a bit nervous that I would not notice it either when I would go into labor for real. Another worry I had was that I wouldn´t get to the hospital in time to still get an epidural. But when I talked about these worries, most people laughed a bit: “If it really starts you will definitely notice, believe me!” “If you´re too late in the hospital for an epidural then the worst is already over so in that case you will survive that last part also”. Boy: I wished they were right! But things went a bit differently…
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Labor storm & Chaos
Since I thought I might have lost water during the night but wasn´t sure (somehow I expected “breaking waters” to be a bit more dramatic, like lots of water and not just some drops) we decided to go to the hospital just to check. This all went in a very Spanish rhythm, the “maybe breaking water” happened at 2am, at 7am we discussed it and after showering / breakfast we left the house at 8.15. In the car, I noticed a bit of pain for the first time in my back. When we got to the hospital they told
me “I had done a great job at home already” (which job? I hadn´t noticed anything!) because I was already 3cm dilated. So I had to stay but they told me to take it easy, this would still take a while. I was nervous but also still somehow calm (yes! I had arrived on time to get that epidural, everything would be fine), but that calmness might have lasted for about 3minutes. What hit me was a labor storm where contractions happened non-stop. So within 10minutes I was completely dilated and they told me I was going to deliver this baby right now. I panicked (what happened with my epidural? Where was C? My doctor was still on the other end of the city) and when they lost the baby´s heartbeat the doctors (my mother in law´s colleagues) started to panic a bit as well. More and more of her colleagues came in to make sure everything would go fine. Although it was great that they had so many doctors and nurses on standby, it was so chaotic and I couldn´t deal with the pain, the fact that C wasn´t allowed to be there because of the risky situation, and that everything was happening in Spanish (my Spanish seemed to disappear at that moment). My bed went back and forth between emergency C-section or delivery room, but it was too late so I went to the delivery room.
The screaming Dutch lady
In the meantime, C was waiting outside and one of his mom´s colleagues tried to be nice and did some chitchat to distract him. He asked her whether I was the one screaming so much, and she wanted to calm him down and told him it was another woman. If only the screaming wouldn´t have swopped from English to Dutch by then, he might have believed her…
At that point, I wasn´t really collaborating anymore so they gave me something to put me out for a little bit. Five minutes later at 9.43am the bichin was born (so I was told), and when I opened my eyes a few minutes later C was standing next to me with a baby in his arms. It was so surreal because I thought the pushing “fun” still had to begin so I was really confused on whose baby that was.
Less than 1,5hours between my first bit of pain in the car and the birth, and they were quite chaotic and stressful. In the end everything turned out well, the bichin was healthy and I was fine. However, we were told afterwards that we had been very very lucky that we hadn´t waited any longer at home because the situation got very complicated so I don´t even want to think about what would have happened if we wouldn’t have been in the hospital!
This post was originally written as a guest post for Fit Foodie Momlife