Tabitha's Birth Story
After going in for a growth scan at 34 weeks - myself, Jake and the children were told to wait in one of the doctors offices whilst midwifes and senior doctors looked at our little babies scan pictures. We hadn't had the easiest of pregnancies, although still not the worst. I'm sure of that! The kids were enjoying laying down on the big bed and we had been in the room so long we had given up telling them to stop being so loud and to get down from that bed! When a midwife and doctor finally came in to see us, they dealt us the news that our little lady wasn't growing so well inside my tummy and because she looked so small I would most likely have her by a planned caesarean section. Jake asked if that would be at around 39 weeks. We nearly fell out of our seats when they told us it would most likely be the following week and I would need to go see the nurses to get some steroid injections. After the initial thoughts of "I don't even have a car seat, pram, bed or clothes for her!" had passed through my mind I started to have big concerns about my little babies health. I felt like she was protected in my tummy and I couldn't understand how bringing her into this world before she was ready could be a good thing. Thank goodness for family and close friends who were there to support us when we were unsure of what was going to happen. After some steroid injections in the rear end and another hour long scan a day later we were told to come in to the hospital one week from that date where I would be induced at 35 weeks. That week was the longest week of my entire life. Waiting for every little kick and wriggle. Being really anxious about getting induced after having 2 really great labours where my body managed to do everything it should do at the right time. Being asked how I am by everybody when I wanted to scream from the rooftops How do you think I am?!?
Anyway January the 7th 2016 rolled around after what felt like an eternity of me stroking my baby bump in public for a week (I may have always took the mick of mums to be who do that, sorry.) We dropped the kids off at Jakes parents and our house was packed up for our move on the Saturday. We arrived at the hospital at about 7:30am, then the waiting game came! They put a heart monitor for the baby around my tummy and I sat for about 8 hours in the same place just listening to her heart beat, which sounds lovely until you move a little so the belt falls off and the machine starts beeping every 2 minutes! In our long wait our babies heartbeat dipped really low twice. Because of this the Doctors decided she may not cope well with the stress of a vaginal birth and if her heartbeat was to dip after I had been induced their could be complications. So a Caesarean section the following day it would be!
After having yet again another awful nights sleep in a packed up house with just a mattress on the floor and my other 2 babies away from me we were back the next morning to have the C-Section at 8:30, that's if there aren't any emergency sections that is. Of course there was, and they couldn't be helped but a girl cant help but get annoyed when she hasn't been allowed to eat anything since the night before and you are even dreaming about eating chocolate!
Finally after 5 hours of waiting it was now my turn to go down to theatre. As I write this my mind flashes back to how I was feeling walking through the hospital in a gown and funny socks, being petrified of what was about to happen and hoping and praying that our little princess would just make a noise when she arrived so we knew she was fine. Jake kept asking me if I was OK, he has a slight phobia of needles and had just taken a look at the table full of instruments and the size of the needles they were about to be poking into me!
The Nurses and Doctors were wonderful. They explained everything what was going to happen throughout theatre and kept both Jake and myself calm. Once the local anaesthetic had kicked in they wheeled me into the room where the procedure took place. It's very surreal knowing someone is cutting you open, stretching your skin and moving around your insides. The whole process was very quick, I could feel the pulling and the tugging except you cant feel the pain. Then Jake said that he could see her inside of me. I asked him to take pictures for me (I love a bit of blood and what not!) They are great pictures to look back on! And then the doctor lifted her out, I couldn't see her, but a noise came. The best noise I could have ever hoped to hear. Our sweet little baby was crying. Screaming in fact! I couldn't believe how well her little lungs were working! The nurse let me see her for a few seconds and she was the most precious little thing. She had the perfect mix of her big brother and sister. She was and is perfect.
Anyway January the 7th 2016 rolled around after what felt like an eternity of me stroking my baby bump in public for a week (I may have always took the mick of mums to be who do that, sorry.) We dropped the kids off at Jakes parents and our house was packed up for our move on the Saturday. We arrived at the hospital at about 7:30am, then the waiting game came! They put a heart monitor for the baby around my tummy and I sat for about 8 hours in the same place just listening to her heart beat, which sounds lovely until you move a little so the belt falls off and the machine starts beeping every 2 minutes! In our long wait our babies heartbeat dipped really low twice. Because of this the Doctors decided she may not cope well with the stress of a vaginal birth and if her heartbeat was to dip after I had been induced their could be complications. So a Caesarean section the following day it would be!
After having yet again another awful nights sleep in a packed up house with just a mattress on the floor and my other 2 babies away from me we were back the next morning to have the C-Section at 8:30, that's if there aren't any emergency sections that is. Of course there was, and they couldn't be helped but a girl cant help but get annoyed when she hasn't been allowed to eat anything since the night before and you are even dreaming about eating chocolate!
Finally after 5 hours of waiting it was now my turn to go down to theatre. As I write this my mind flashes back to how I was feeling walking through the hospital in a gown and funny socks, being petrified of what was about to happen and hoping and praying that our little princess would just make a noise when she arrived so we knew she was fine. Jake kept asking me if I was OK, he has a slight phobia of needles and had just taken a look at the table full of instruments and the size of the needles they were about to be poking into me!
The Nurses and Doctors were wonderful. They explained everything what was going to happen throughout theatre and kept both Jake and myself calm. Once the local anaesthetic had kicked in they wheeled me into the room where the procedure took place. It's very surreal knowing someone is cutting you open, stretching your skin and moving around your insides. The whole process was very quick, I could feel the pulling and the tugging except you cant feel the pain. Then Jake said that he could see her inside of me. I asked him to take pictures for me (I love a bit of blood and what not!) They are great pictures to look back on! And then the doctor lifted her out, I couldn't see her, but a noise came. The best noise I could have ever hoped to hear. Our sweet little baby was crying. Screaming in fact! I couldn't believe how well her little lungs were working! The nurse let me see her for a few seconds and she was the most precious little thing. She had the perfect mix of her big brother and sister. She was and is perfect.
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