It’s currently 1:47am on Tuesday the 16th of April, and I am now in labour with baby number 2.
Waters Breaking
So all my life I’ve always assumed waters breaking is like a water balloon being burst with a pin. Well no it’s bloody not. Actually it’s like consistently peeing yourself every time you move, every time your baby moves and well pretty much anything causes my waters to trickle more and more. I had absolutely no idea it could trickle out gradually. I thought it would come all at once.
So here I was at 11:47pm staring at my wet granny pants wondering if I’d just pissed my pants or if my waters had broken. Because of the uncertainty I did not want to phone the midwife for me to then be embarrassed that it wasn’t my waters but in fact just me having an accident.
But confirmed later by the midwife on the phone my waters had definitely broken and we were now in active labour. Hurray, baby number two is coming.
Shit I’m in labour…
I’ve been so ready for this moment for weeks now, but now it’s happening I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shitting my pants. Because I am, majorly.
Let me tell you this, just because you’ve done labour once before, it does not mean you’re anymore prepared second time round. Because mentally, I’m certainly not. My body seems to have this more under control than the first time, but my head is still in over drive wondering if I can actually do this.
1 hour later…
So exactly one hour later from my water breaking the contractions were 10 minutes apart but not overly intense – I mean they were painful but to the degree I was still coping, enough to stay at home just that little bit longer. Or so I thought.
I sent my man and my mum back to bed, in the hopes they could catch another few hours before being in a hospital all night with me, waiting for the little man to make his appearance. I mean – I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep so they might as well have. Instead I decided to curl up on the couch and catch up with The Bodyguard and manage my contractions.
They at least managed to sleep from 12am till around 2.15am when the time had come to leave for the hospital.
At this point my contractions were every 2-3 minutes and so very intense that it was definitely time I got sucking on that gas and air.
On Route To Hospital
The car journey was surprisingly comfortable considering the amount of pain I was in at this point – I mean who the hell knew contractions could be so bloody painful… hmm me, cause I’ve done this before but still thought it was a great idea to go at it again.
The bumps in the road were a little uneasy, felt more like a kick in the gut than going over a speed bump. But we had to get to the hospital some how.
The hardest part about the journey – breathing through contractions because that seemed more like trying to run under water.
However – with Michael wanting to get us to the hospital with plenty of time for pain relief, we got their in less than 10 minutes.
To be continued…
Part 2 – Arriving at the hospital and my care at the hospital – which I will post shortly after.
The Sinclair Family 