So we’ve reached 36 weeks!!! Amazing how time is flying. Everything was ready, we were all just waiting… We even had the Christmas tree and all the presents sorted out! Coincidently, I also finished all of my UIF paperwork the day before and had a lunch date with Mikayla earlier in the day (this was something I was planning to do the day before my scheduled c-section and was very important to me). Knox must have sensed this as on 4 December 2015 at 7:30pm my contractions started and I went into labour…
It started feeling like Braxton Hicks, I have been experiencing quite a lot of these in my third trimester, but something was different. The contractions seemed to start in my lower back and pulled its way around my tummy like a belt – it wasn’t painful though so I did not worry too much. They became more and more frequent, and they didn’t go away… I usually get about four big semi-painful Braxton Hicks and then they disappear – not this time. I counted eight contractions in 40 minutes spaced roughly 3 minutes apart and lasting for about a minute each. These were too consistent so I phoned the Maternity Ward at Kingsbury Hospital. The sister on call advised me that it was a little strange that they weren’t very painful, and to take a shower, drink loads of water and lie on my side for about an hour – if they didn’t disappear before then I was to come in for a check-up. I did the above mentioned, but waited an extra hour – I felt so embarrassed – I didn’t want to go in and then it was nothing! (I’ve already been to the Maternity Ward twice before – false alarms). At 10:00pm the contractions where about 1:30 minutes apart lasting 40 seconds each and they were getting painful, very, very painful…. There was no denying it – it was time! We dropped Mikayla off at the in-laws and made our way through to the hospital where I was placed on a fetal heartbeat and contraction monitor.
The sister confirmed that I was indeed in labour, I was admitted for the night and Dr. Jansen (a.k.a Rockstar Gynea) was notified. She was concerned about delivering the baby at exactly 36 weeks – she was worried that his lungs would not be fully mature enough. She had the sister give me a Morphine injection in a bid to try stop the labour – it didn’t work – it did not even take the pain away enough for me to be able to sleep. I was also given a steroid injection to help mature his lungs just in case.
The contractions remained frequent and intense. I was about 1cm dilated and my cervix was paper thin. By 8:00am the next morning Dr. Jansen came around and had me placed on a drip as a second attempt to stop labour – once again it did not work and after about 15 hours of labour in total, I was rolled into theatre and they performed a c-section.
Cole was absolutely amazing through all of this… He is the best husband a girl could ever ask for. He held my hand, kissed me, distracted me through every injection (I have a huge fear of needles), he was just amazing. Another very special, amazing part was that Cole’s oldest and dearest friends’ wife, Manna, came in to assist Dr. Jansen in delivering our baby. This is seriously the nicest, sweetest person you will ever meet – it was so great having her there, she really made me feel relaxed and put my mind at ease. It was very special.
Knox was born at 10:30am on 5 December 2014 and when he gave his first cry… It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my life. He weighs 2.97kg and is 50cm tall – not bad for being four weeks early. I got to hold him for less than a minute as he was having trouble breathing – as predicted.
He had some fluid on his lungs so they let us take a quick family photo before taking him through to the NICU unit – Cole went with and followed him the entire day to put my mind at ease!
I have been in bed all day recovering from the c-section and getting feeling back in to my legs after the epidural, I will only be able to see my little boy again tomorrow after all my tubes, drips, etc. have been removed and I’m allowed to walk around. I cannot describe how heartbreaking it is not to be able to hold him.. Not to be able to see him is just… I don’t know, it is killing me. Cole kept bringing me photos and videos of him so that helped a little bit.