Labour, epidural and C-section, all in one birth story

Birth stories - labour, epidural and C-section, all in one delivery

My due date was a week away and so was my wedding anniversary. We were excited to welcome our baby on our special day; but babies have their own plans!

The last minute shopping left me tired, and by the time I reached home, I already had a backache. I couldn't sleep properly that night but thought I'd be fine if I rested a little.

As the next day progressed, I realised that the pain was not continuous but rhythmic. I decided to go to the hospital. At the reception they asked me if I needed a wheelchair, to which I said no, but I kept wondering how I was able to walk when others required assistance.

The nurse did a checkup and said that my mucus plug had dislodged and that I had entered into early labour. She asked me to go back home and rest well, as it was too early to get admitted. She also asked to keep monitoring my contractions and return when they were 10 minutes apart and gave me a medicine that would help me sleep better.

The next morning, I had my last routine checkup before my due date. The doctor examined me and said the dilation was of 3 cm and I’d have to wait till it dilated 10 cm to be able to deliver. It was going to be a long process, and the doctor insisted in keeping my mind diverted. She explained in simple terms: if there are more happy hormones in the body, the pain hormones will not trouble you as much. So keep yourself happy, watch funny videos, think of happy memories and remember, “Labour is tough but women are tougher.”

I was unusually silent and didn’t feel like watching any video or thinking of happy times. My husband constantly helped me with a hot gel pack to ease my backache. Medicine helped me take a nap, but when I awoke, I realised the contractions were getting stronger. They felt like needles piercing my abdomen, and I could not talk or walk when they came. I suddenly lost all confidence; I started crying. The contractions were still not close, but the pain was so severe that we decided to leave for the hospital before it was too late.

When we reached the hospital, I asked for a wheelchair. I knew then why they offered me one last evening! I was directly taken to one of the delivery rooms. By now, the pain was unbearable and I started groaning in agony. The nurse tried her best to make me comfortable. She had me sit in different postures, helped me get out of bed for a walk, made me lie down in the best possible manner, but all in vain. On top of it all, I was still dilated only 3 cm, which was devastating to hear; I had been in labour for almost two days now and there was no progress at all.

I was then asked to try the bathtub for sometime. Yes, the warm water was definitely soothing but only till the next bout of contractions. My husband and his mom were silent like never before. I couldn't see them clearly, and by now, I couldn't even breathe properly. I felt like I might die the next moment and so I somehow told my husband to ask for an epidural. I was thirsty, but I couldn't even drink water, as the contractions came gushing one after the other.

I was completely drained out and required help to sit for the epidural. Moments later, I started feeling better. The pain was gone, my legs were numb and I was breathing again. I was exhausted and fell asleep.

Soon, I woke up to sudden chaos in the room. I saw the nurse, doctor, anaesthetist, a few more medical staff and my family all standing around me. I thought maybe it was time to deliver, but the doctor said something else.

There was a sudden drop in my baby's heart rate and the dilation was at 7 cm. For a normal delivery we had to wait longer, but with this heart rate, it was not possible. So the doctor suggested a Caesarian delivery.

I was scared, upset and anxious all at the same time and prayed for my baby to be safe. I was soon taken to the operation theatre, where only my husband was allowed. By now, I was impatient, I wanted my baby to come to this world soon. As they performed the C-section, I started feeling cold. I could barely keep my eyes open and started shivering. They covered me with a warm blanket, but I didn't care anymore. Because there it was. That magical first cry!

My baby was born. The ecstasy of that moment is beyond words. I couldn't hold back my tears when I saw my husband walk towards me, carrying our bundle of joy in his arms.

Every child is unique - so is every birth story. Its memories will remain fresh forever.