Trusting your instinct – understanding the process
We left the hospital just before 8pm and on the 10 minute journey home I had at least 4 strong contractions.
Once home, I asked my husband to call the hospital. Having just left them, they told me to stay at home as if we went back and I wasn’t any further along they would send me home anyway.
I started to run a bath, and my husband began to think about his stomach and turned the oven on to cook some kievs!
At this point I was happiest on all fours on the kitchen floor, breathing through the contractions and enjoying the coolness of the tiles.
Water, or not to water!
I looked at the bath I was running and decided that was pointless as I would just end up on all fours with my face in the water!
We attempted to attach the TENS machine, but abandoned this fairly swiftly when we realised neither of us had a clue what we were doing.
I remembered 2 things from Jilly’s class at this point. The first being that when you get the overwhelming urge to get get down on the floor, then it’s time!
I also remembered that even if you weren’t that near to giving birth, if you were finding the pain too much, you could go into hospital for help coping with the pain.
I was worried that if I was only in the very early stages of labour then my pain threshold must not be as high as I thought. As it turns out, I was much further along than anticipated, but who was I to know, this was my first birth.
I was also bleeding more heavily now. I insisted my husband call the hospital back and told them we were coming back in.
We got back to the hospital at about 9pm. I signed in and was asked to do a urine sample. No such luck but I was bleeding quite heavily by now so was taken to a delivery room and checked over. Much to everyones surprise I was fully dilated. My husband and I had fully been expecting to be told to go back home so we had left everything in the car apart from my hospital notes. My husband hadn’t been allowed in with me and was listening to a podcast (and probably thinking about his uncooked kievs) when a midwife called him in and told him I was in labour.
I was having a good go on the gas and air when he came in and I remember saying to the midwives ‘It’s too late for the good drugs isn’t it?!’. This I knew from Jilly’s classes 🙂