Our Induction Part 2 by Amy and Jamie at Live and Let Dye Clothing

….So, if you remember from our last blog we have just been told that the delivery suite has been shut down until further notice and I have been told that they can FINALLY break my waters, after days of trying!

Waking up on the Sunday morning we were all wondering when delivery suite would be opened up, and when we could go and have our babies. I had met some lovely girls on the ward and we ended up doing around 3.5km of walking to A: Get these babies moving for our default slot on delivery and B: to pass the time as there is quite literally NOTHING to do. After all this walking though, I lost my mucous plug, something I had no idea would happen! The midwives got quite excited and I just sat there quite disgusted at my own body, but also a little ashamed as I wasn’t prepared!

Earlier in this piece I talked about having a baby by the Sunday. My ultimate Sunday would be tucked up in my own bed with my little girl in her Moses crib watching Call the Midwife, and being able to empathise with the characters on my all-time favourite program, but instead, I was tucked up in my hospital bed still with a big belly. GOOD NEWS, the night midwife drifts onto the ward announces that delivery is open and that bays 2 and 8 can go across! Bay 8… THAT’S ME!!!

So we waited until 14:30 and then off we went! I was going to have MY BABY! I was so nervous! Our midwife explained that I were going to have my waters broken, followed by a drip being inserted and contractions would then start. This is when I realised how important my birth plan was, as when things started to get more and more painful it was this document that my midwives followed, rather than Jamie’s thoughts and voice.

It took me until 12hours into my contractions to scream blue murder for an epidural. I’d had paracetamol, I’d sucked on the gas and air until I puked and felt beyond drunk, I’d tried pethidine with absolutely no effect. I just needed something to give me a break.

“Amy, baby’s heartrate is faltering” BANG that hit me like a tonne of bricks and all I remember was having that Twilight moment when Bella screams … GET HIM OUT … Both Jamie and I had discussed my birth plan as I wanted him to know exactly how I felt, and if needed he could be my voice – “Remember what we said” he said! This was that I wasn’t going to have an epidural unless I absolutely needed it … and this was then! I NEEDED IT! I was read a list of risks attached to having the epidural, but to be honest they could have told me my lets were going to fall off, It didn’t matter, my baby was struggling and I needed something to calm me down. After many attempts to get the epidural in (sitting up, whilst your contractions were getting quicker and stronger was not easy!) I was finally a little more comfy! 

So after 5 days in hospital trying to deliver my baby, finally Evie Alexandra May made her appearance at 06:04 on Tuesday morning and I remember the sheer joy and absolute pure fright that filled me as I was a Mum, I cried down the phone to my own Mum at 06:20 exclaiming “I’M A MUM, MUM!” The following few hours were then a bit of a blur. I had torn and needed to be stitched, however because of the epidural I had to have doctors, consultants and midwives all check everything was all OK.

We were transferred onto the post-natal ward just before lunch where I finally put her down and fell into an exhausted sleep, only to be woken up less than hour later asking what I wanted to eat. Even though I’d been awake for going on 36hrs food was more important than sleep! Turkey sandwiches and plain crisps though didn’t quite hit the spot, but it was enough that I stayed awake for the numerous checks on baby.

They suggested I stay a night so I could be regularly checked and generally looked after, Jamie went home to get a little sleep himself so he was fresh for our return home! Our latch was checked and we settled into our first night. I was waiting to be woken every hour but luckily, we woke at 3am and then magically it was morning. I looked into the crib and had the most gorgeous eyes staring back at me and it all came flooding back that this little thing, this little person was all mine (Or nearly all mine, I had to share with her Daddy). Home time came before lunchtime and the fresh air was amazing, but so was knowing we were on our way home. The midwife was due round the next day so I knew we would be just fine.

Speaking to Jamie in greater depth after we got home, I asked him how he felt . I had the unpleasant experience of having Gall Stones when we were very new as a couple so he compared the both and said:

“When you had a gall stone attack I knew exactly what to do, I’d go downstairs, get a hot water bottle, your painkillers and a drink. I’d make sure you had everything and I’d then be able to cuddle you to sleep. During labour, It was obviously A LOT more painful, but I was only allowed to stand there and hold your hand.”

Due to infection control partners aren’t allowed on hospital beds, they can hold your hand and mop your face, but that’s about it. I wasn’t prepared for this. Nappies, bathing and how much or how little cream and which cream, are all things you can learn on the job so to speak, but having to stand there and watch someone who means a great deal to you go through the same pain as breaking 20 bones simultaneously is almost as torturing for them too. I think we forget this sometimes as it’s all about mum and baby!

Thanks for reading our birth story … love Amy and Jamie x