Hard to believe that this time last week I was still pregnant.
I woke up that Tuesday in the same way I had the previous month. Not showing any signs of impending labour despite hoping desperately I would do to avoid hospital induction. My labour with Bub started at 5am so I’d kind of imagined this one might too. My SPD would often leave me very achey by the evenings which often left me with a ‘is this it?’ feeling but it was always gone by morning.
By last Tuesday I was twelve days overdue (by scan dates, five days overdue by my calculations.) I had had several stretch and sweeps and knew my body was slowly gearing up for labour. But it just wasn’t doing it very quickly! At five days overdue I was 2cm dilated and not at all ready, by eight days over I was 3cm and a bit more promising. By 11 days I was 3-4 cm with Bishop score of eight and it could be anytime.
I had been scheduled for hospital induction on the Wednesday and it’s safe to say the idea was terrifying. This wasn’t so much about hospital vs home but more the monitoring required with an induction and my fears about being in pain and immobile. The whole idea of labour itself was terrifying me anyway, which probably didn’t help my readiness for birth or my blood pressure.
My blood pressure had been perfect all through this pregnancy. Until eight days overdue when it was slightly raised. At eleven days over it was still above normal so I was sent to the day assessment unit. Baby was monitored and was fine. And my BP went back to normal. I was given the ok to continue with home birth or induction (whichever came first) as planned.
Anyway by Tuesday lunchtime I’d resigned myself to the induction. Bub was at nursery and I got a bit tearful. I decided to go for a walk in a final attempt to bring on labour. With my SPD I’ve not walked a great deal recently but I decided to put on my support belt and get pounding the streets. I think I did a couple of miles over about 90 minutes and by the end of it boy did I hurt. Pelvis, back, everything aching. I sat on the birth ball for a while then went to bed to read and rest.
Around 6pm Bub came back from nursery and we were all in the bedroom. I was still aching and kind of started to notice that the achiness was coming in bursts where it was a bit worse. At around 6.30pm I had the first feeling where I thought yes, that feels like a contraction.
And that’s how it started. My sister came to collect Bub and by 8.30pm there was no mistaking I was in labour. My actual birth story will have to wait for another day however.