Well, this isn’t something I thought I’d be writing so soon since I was due in June, but here we are. 5 and a half weeks earlier than planned, my little boy arrived. So since it was a bit of a whirlwind I thought I’d share with you all my birth story.
On the 1st May at 34 weeks pregnant, I rocked up to my 34 week midwife appointment feeling fine and happy as Larry. If you didn’t know, every appointment they check your blood pressure, check for protein in your urine, feel your tummy and listen to the heart beat. So mine did that and then told me she was sending me to triage straight away. My BP (blood pressure) was super high. Something ridiculous like 180/100 when normal is 120/80 and I had a high count of protein in my urine. Both these two factors (and the fact my feet were very swollen even though most women experience swollen feet during pregnancy) meant that I had signs of pre eclampsia.
We went home, packed an overnight bag, went into work and told them I wouldn’t be in and went down to the hospital. I was SO nervous. Wasn’t really sure what was happening. We went to triage and they put me in a room where we waited for what felt like ages. Someone came in and did my BP again, started fitting cannula’s in my hands and linked me up to monitors to check how the baby was doing.
After hours of that, I was wheeled to a different room where I stayed overnight and where they checked on me every few hours. Unfortunately my BP wasn’t going down so the doctors came around and told me that I wouldn’t be leaving the hospital until I had the baby. This is when it was confirmed that I had pre eclampsia. At this point I was shitting myself I won’t lie. I didn’t really understand what pre eclampsia was and I had sent Dave home because I thought I’d be coming home. I was scared and all alone.
*Pre eclampsia is quite a difficult thing to explain, but basically isn’t good for the mother and baby. Once diagnosed with it, the only solution is birth so both mother and baby stay safe. It can occur from 20 weeks pregnant and main symptoms are high BP, protein in urine and swelling. If untreated it may cause fits which is known as eclampsia*
Later that day, I was then wheeled down into the delivery suite and started getting hooked up on different machines to keep an eye on me. I remember thinking how stupid I felt because I felt completely fine and normal. But the doctors and midwives kept telling me I was really ill. I needed to stay in hospital and be monitored. We spent 2 days in that room where they kept an eye on me and tried to make a plan of what’s best. I remember thinking I didn’t want the baby to come yet. Both Dave and I wasn’t prepared physically or mentally. My body wasn’t ready. There was still stuff I needed to buy and it was too early for him to be here.
In fact, they gave me steroid injections which helped form the baby’s lungs so that when he did come he would be able to breath on his own. How bloody scary is that? But after days of deliberating, they said the safest and only option left was for the baby to come out. They planned for me to have an emergency c section the next morning. They linked me up to magnesium which helps prevent eclampsia. It was horrible. I was so drowsy and it actually hurt going in my body. My parents said that I was like a totally different person.
They next morning after no sleep at all, I was wheeled into the theatre, they put an injection in my back to numb me from my waist down and then they operated on me to get the baby out. I’ve never experienced anything like a c section before, it was so surreal. In fact, I’m going to do a separate blog post on it explaining what happened and some tips I’ve learnt for recovery etc.
But finally after 5 days of ups and downs he was here, he was safe and he was perfect. He only weighed 4lbs 4oz and was tiny. Dave went back to the delivery suite with him whilst I was being stitched up then when I was finally back, I got to hold him for the first time. They are so right when they there’s nothing like the unconditional you feel for your baby, because as soon as I looked at him, I was obsessed. He was perfect in every way.
The next few days were a bit of a whirlwind after that too. He was slightly jaundice so spent his first night under a lamp, then the next day he was sent down to the neonatal unit whilst I was sent up to the post natal ward without him. He was down there for another 3 nights because his blood sugar levels weren’t high enough. That was pretty hard not being with him at night and just wanting him to get better. Finally his bloods were high enough and he was allowed up to our room. We spent another 3 nights in hospital due to my BP still being high, then after finally having enough medication to control it, we was allowed home to start this new chapter in our lives.
All in all, those 11 days I spent in hospital were such a whirlwind and we were full of emotions. I really wanted him to stay in me for as long as possible so he’d be bigger and stronger, but my body just had other ideas. Recovery from the c section has also been pretty intense but again I’ll go through that in another blog post.
But right now I’m super happy and totally in love with him. Here he is… Our little George Arthur Grivas 😍 born Sunday 5th May, 5 and a half weeks early and weighing only 4lbs 4oz.