Two years ago, I was at home preparing (mentally) for arrival of my second child. Due to injuries sustained in a car accident, I was booked in to have a c-section on Monday, 1 March 2010.
I had planned to spend the weekend with my 2 year old daughter, doing lots of fun things together and explaining to her that mummy was going to the hospital on Monday and that when she came in to visit me later that day, the baby would be here.
It seems the baby had other ideas!
I struggled a lot during this pregnancy and by six months was suffering an extreme amount of pain in my pelvis and back. My belly had gotten so big, that I was often asked if I was having twins.
On the Friday night before I was due to have the baby, my back and pelvis were giving me lots of grief. The constant, unrelenting pain, kept me up & pacing the house all night. By the time my husband woke in the morning, I was ready to scream (in fact I think I did).
Against my wishes, he called my Dr & asked if there was anything I could do about it. The Dr recommended I come in to the hospital for checkup. I didn’t want to go but called my mum to come & look after our daughter while we went in. As we were leaving, my husband grabbed my bag, just in case they decided to keep me in till Monday (LOL).
When we arrived at the hospital, I changed into a gown and as I hobbled/waddled out of the bathroom, my Dr arrived, he took one look at me & announced “let’s get that baby out now”.
I looked at my husband and he was as shocked as I was. All of a sudden there were people everywhere, and I was on a geurney being wheeled to the theatre. I told my husband he better go back to the car & grab my bag (we didn’t think I was going to need it) and call mum to tell her we weren’t coming home.
It was about this time I started to panic. It wasn’t that I was scared about what was to come, it was just that I wasn’t prepared for it to happen right then & there. All of a sudden, I feel dizzy & hot & my heart was racing. By the time they began, I was beginning to calm, so much in fact that I almost fell asleep (probably due to the fact that I hadn’t slept for more than 36 hours). Everyone thought it was funny that I was nodding off while being cut open.
Within 30 minutes of arriving at the hospital, my new baby was out and ready to meet the world.
The Dr then told me that I had actually been in labour and he could see my contractions when he opened me up (which explained the horrendous pain, I was in the night before). It’s funny how it had never even crossed my mind that I was in labour.
Thankfully, they got my little boy out when they did because he had somehow managed to tie a knot in his umbilical cord which could have been very dangerous if gone undetected.
I was still in a daze when they handed him to me for the first time but as soon as I saw him my heart melted and I thought he was the most gorgeous boy in the whole wide world.