I was adviced by my Ob-Gyn doctor that i needed to come for induction of labour on the 2nd of August.
The previous Thursday, when I met my doctor and seen the Ultra sound result, he cautiously planned an early labour for me. My baby was met to come out on the 9th of August; inbetween the birthday of mama Emma and Roniel. Well, his arrival decided to come ealier than expected.
On that Sunday, 2/08/20, we arrived at 10am in the morning, introduced to our midwife and explained the procedures for induction of labour. Wandered outside the was forbidden due to the current Covid situation. By 13:30pm, viginal examination commence to proceed for the inducing labour.
A pleasant and lovely student midwife assisted me through the procedure. As well as shared extra knowledge about the process. Comfort and assurance instilled in me as the day goes by.
Alas, we were permitted to wander in the hospital premises though forbidded to walk off outside the hospital.
The rebel I was, pursued my husband to drive us to Asda which was 3minutes drive away. Bought the essential products and extra snack to satisfy my cravings.
Hanged around main entrance while savouring inexpensive ice-cream we bought.
Roniel left shortly after five in the afternoon as visiting times passed over due.
Not too concern of not having contraction yet as I have few other option for it to trigger.
The following day went by really slow. No contraction after 24 hours of waiting so doctor decided to give me a fast acting process the should activate labour within 6 hours at 1pm, 3rd of August.
As the hours gone by, while trying different excercise to help start the labour, I felt helpless. Anxiousness slowly creeps in as the end of 6 hours time lapse approached. Dreading the other options to put me to labour and expecting to have a C-section as my last resort.
By 7pm on 3/08/20, Roniel adviced to leave due to unfinalised plan whether to move me to delivery suite.
Loneliness enveloped me as the sun sets in. The deafening silence empowered my gloomy room as my hope of his arrival delays more. The only source of my comfort was a peaceful, silent prayer.
Through that night, I occupied my mind by listening to bible study and cheery phone calls from my family; special seeing a jolly smile of my daughter, Ella Mae. Roniel was non-stop on calling in every opportunity he has.
A slight pressure on my private started to occur by 9pm, and continious until the pressure became more intense. Started recording the contraction at 22:38, and came frequently by 3-4mins apart. Decided to inform my midwife about the contraction.
By 23:19pm, the tightening of my uterus became unbearable.
As the contraction occurs, the pain freezes my body as the pain radiates from my stomach down to my limps, making my lower part terribly weak and left my legs tremble like a rotten vegetable. I grasped tightly on the bed rail to gain strength as contraction continues. The pain snatched my breath everytime unless I think of breathing. I tried to control the pain by anticipating it but no avail.
By the time midwife came back, and measure my dilation, I'm already at 8cm.
They prepared the wheelchair for me to go up to delivery suite. Roniel was already at the door waiting for us.
I was taken to my room to start the final labour. The struggle of transferring from chair to bed seems not doable yet managed with the remaining stregth that I have whilst suffering from trembling legs and weakling body.
As I slowly position myself on the bed, I noticed that my midwives were still preparing the monitor to observe our vital signs but my body can not manage to wait for them as the next contraction occured, I started to push the baby out. With each endless contractions gone, I used the remaining stregth in me to push with all my might thinking, hoping that he will be out soon. Silently begging God to help us through and pleading to my baby to come out soon.
Through the struggle I am faced, I still noticed the effort of my birth partner, Roniel. His simple actions helped me a lot. From lifting my dead weight legs, to helping me to drink, letting me squish his hand and voice of comfort that we can do it.
After 15 minutes of unimaginable and excruciating pushes, from my exhausted mind I heard the midwife saying "The head is almost out. I need you to just have a long deep breaths, no pushing. And when the contraction comes again, give me a big push".
As I am about to give another push, I am told that my water broke and felt the gushing of warm fluid down my private.
For my last few push, the pain ease very slightly as his body slided out of me.
Relief.
Long, exhausting breath I managed to execute knowing the pain I gone.
The midwife hands me my chid and the pain was long forgotten, realized that it was all worth it.