It’s taken me a couple of weeks to get this post written as I’ve been enjoying having Liam at home and getting used to being a family of 4 but I’m back and I would like to introduce you to our perfect little girl.
Paisley Niamh Rickerby – Born Monday 11th Jan 2016 at 20:47, weighing 8lb and 14oz.
Here is her birth story.
Breech, not breech, breech again…
At my last scan, Paisley was breech so they booked me an appointment for Monday 11th, to go in for a ECV (to turn her round to head down) however when we arrived for the appointment she had already turned herself.
As we were already 38+1 weeks by this point and I was carrying a lot of fluid, they said they could induce me. She was ready, I was more than ready and the extra fluid just held potential for problems to arise so we decided to go for it. After I was given an internal exam, contractions started on their own so I didn’t actually even need inducing in the end. Everything looked set for a normal delivery, perhaps even that day.
We (Liam and I) went for a walk and had a lunch in the hospital cafe. When we got back to the room the contractions had died down ever so slightly so the midwife gave me a sweep.
Rather than sit in the room we took the opportunity to treat ourselves to a nice hot chocolate and a bit of a break before everything kicked off.
Once back, they wanted to monitor me again and just check on Paisley. At this point, we discovered that she had moved round and was now breech.. again! A Consultant came round and basically gave me 3 options.
Option 1 – Do nothing, hope she turns round again and then stays put. Contractions had slowed down by this point so we could be in for a very long wait.
Option 2 – Try the ECV that I originally went in for that morning. Judging by the amount of fluid they now thought I was carrying, they said there was no guarantee that she would stay there, she was clearly just swimming around enjoying herself and would do what she wanted. Also this posed the risk of rupturing my waters in the process and then the risk of the cord prolapsing and then needing an emergency caesarean
Option 3 – Caesarean. This could be done straight away, well, 6 hours after eating at least. It also posed less risk to both Paisley and I.
I’d made a fuss on facebook a few days prior saying that I really didn’t want a caesarean unless absolutely medically necessary but once in there and faced with those options I began to see it a different way. By choosing the caesarean myself, I felt in control of the process. I was awake and alert and could ask all the questions I wanted before going in. Liam was with me all the way through and it was much better than the idea of being rushed in for one in an emergency. If that had happened, I would’ve had no control over the situation at all.
So I chose option 3.
We had to wait until 8pm before I could go through to surgery as I’d eaten so many hours before. They went through the necessary paperwork and made sure I was happy with my choice. I was given a gown and Liam looked fetching in his lovely blue scrubs. I wanted to take the mick out of him but then realised everyone else was wearing them too haha.
We walked down to theatre, in to a big room with white walls and bright lights and a bed in the middle that looked like a slab. It was very cold and clinical. I was instantly shivering.
All of the staff did their best to make me feel at ease, we joked along about random things, I think in a bid to relax me. I can’t remember the order they did everything in but they asked me to lean over a pillow and stay still while they gave me the spinal block. I really struggled to stay still as I was shivering so much and it really hurt.
They helped me lay down and then sprayed me with cold spray a few times to make sure I was losing feeling where I was supposed to. They said I could have some music on if I wanted but their selection wasn’t that great haha so I opted for Kacey Musgraves playing on my phone. They put the curtain up and the last thing I remember feeling was them rubbing a solution on my belly like you see on tv. They said there would be be some pulling and tugging but I shouldn’t feel any pain. I started to feel a bit sick, Which told them that my blood pressure was dropping so they got that sorted and carried on.
All I could feel was a lot of pulling on my insides and then at 8:47pm, they lifted Paisley above the curtain so that I could see her. I remember paying attention the song playing so I knew what she was born to (it was ‘I miss you’). At this point she decided to make her entrance known by peeing down the curtain.
They clipped her cord with a plastic clip but left it long enough for me to tie our own cord tie on once I was able. They placed her on my chest inside my gown with a little wooly pink hat on. I held her for a while and Liam and I just stared at her. So beautiful.
A little while later (I’m unsure of how long) they took her away again to clean her a bit and weigh her and check her over, then wrapped her up and handed her to Liam to hold while they stitched me back together. I remember them sliding one of those flat boards under me to scoop me up and slide me on to a normal bed. Then they wheeled me to another room to sit and recover for a bit.
I felt a little spoiled as they brought me tea and food and looked after me really well. I remember them doing a lot of observations on both of us and explaining things about what had happened and how it all went. After a while the spinal started to wear off, I became really itchy. Apparently this is normal and I was offered a Piriton. I declined it at first but then when I felt I was about to claw my skin off I asked them for it. Having never really spoken to anyone about a C-Section, I didn’t really have any idea what to expect.
I’d had a catheter put in during the surgery so had no reason to get out of bed but they encouraged me to keep moving my legs, ankles and toes. Liam went home at roughly 2am and they moved me on to a ward. As you can imagine, being cut open and then stitched back together, hurts quite a bit so I was given paracetamol and ibuprofen and kept dosed up to manage the pain. I sneezed at one point and it literally felt like my stomach had ripped open! It was so sore!
I was kept in all day Tuesday and let home on wednesday at lunchtime. I remember the first couple of days post op, it felt like I was filled up with air, another thing I never expected. I waited until I got home before I had a shower. I felt really gross and if I’d been in much longer I would’ve had one there but I found it difficult to stand without feeling a bit weak and would rather do it in my own time with Liam’s help.
She has beautiful steel grey eyes and plenty of dark hair. She’s definitely my daughter, you can see it in her straight away, whereas most people say Dexter looks like Liam.
She has been as good as gold since she arrived. Her first feed was amazing. She latched on perfectly and knew exactly what she was doing. Every time they came round to do her ob’s she was calm and didn’t cry. Her cord dried out in the first couple of days using the cord tie and we’ve had no issues with it (except where it caught on a label in her vest but what a stupid place to put a label!). Even the nurses and midwives loved it, many of them have never seen a cord tie before.
Dexter came to visit her/us in the hospital the following day. He was so cute with her and wanted to cuddle and kiss her. Honestly, it melted my heart to see him with her.
She has fitted into our family just perfectly with absolute minimal fuss or disruption and already, we wouldn’t be without her.
Dexter often asks for cuddles with her and wants to play on her play mat with her too although he does get bored quite easily as she doesn’t do a lot just yet.
I can’t wait to watch how they grow together, play together and learn together.
Having Paisley has made me want to change the way I run my blog too. I’ve really enjoyed having 2 weeks away while Liam has been off work and we’ve been getting used to each other. I almost decided to quit blogging altogether but I have put far too much work in to just give it all up, and I enjoy it too much too. So I have decided to go back to blogging as I used to, when I used to write for me and I enjoyed it a lot more. I want to focus my attention more on my children and less on page views and stats. I want to take them to the parks, the libraries, to baby clubs and enjoy all the time with them while they’re young.
I will still of course be writing on here and sharing what we do but it will be much more chilled and less scheduled. I hope you will all still read along with us and enjoy what we get up to.