Friday 19th February 2016
My sister was 8 days overdue, a day after her first stretch & sweep, a week after her show and there was little signs of anything happening. We'd been speaking all day and from what she was saying I was pretty sure she was so fed up and could do with the company. I headed over there after work with the plan to stay over night.
During the evening we both went over the note we'd made at the birthing classes and concluded that walking & bouncing on the birthing ball was the way forward. Being as the weather was shocking a walk outside was out of the window so my sister bounced the evening away.
Saturday 20th February 2016
I had more back ache than my sister at this point! Her sofa wasn't comfortable at all, so we both agreed that as long as nothing had happened in the day and there was no hint of baby in the night - I would head home for a few hours sleep.
To get my sister out of the house, even though we were both thinking she was contracting at this point, we went shopping. Boots, Home Sense, Pets at Home, Marks & Spencer.. anywhere to keep her walking. Everywhere we went I wanted to shout out "my sister is in labour!" because I was so proud of her for walking through each pain. After three hours of walking we headed back home and there was no increase in the pain, she likened them to dull period aches. Nothing much happened for the rest of the day so I headed home that evening.
Sunday 21st February 2016
The day things picked up and I picked up the camera and started vlogging. My sister was booked in for a stretch and sweet at some point, but as I said in the video there isn't a time given. The pain started to get worse throughout the day and so we called the Midwifery Unit. By this point my sister couldn't stand the pain, which was all in her back and could no longer talk through each one. I say "pain" because at this point every pain was in her back and neither of us were sure if these were contractions.
At 2:30pm two midwives arrived, one training, they examined my sister and performed a stretch and sweep. Whilst performing the stretch and sweep my sister actually had a contraction, but hadn't realised that's how they felt and it was at the moment we were both like "ohhhhh!" sounds silly, but at the time you are so focused on not going to hospital too early only to just be sent home. Another pretty grim symptom of labour that my sister had was a lot of diahoerrea as the body is preparing itself for birth.
The midwives told my sister that things were imminent, her waters were (and I quote) "bulging" so advised us to head into hospital at 5pm. Between this time and us leaving for the hospital the pain got worse and worse. The midwives told my sister that the baby was back to back which is why we weren't even sure she was in labour - they didn't prepare us for this!! My sister's partner works in London and I phoned him as the midwives left to ask him to leave work and come home. I didn't want him panic driving the two hours back to Cardiff. My sister took two paracetamol, turns out that was the only pain relief she took pretty much.
At 5:30 we arrived at the hospital and my sister was examined. She hadn't dilated any further than the 4cm she measured earlier on that day. Even more annoying, we still hadn't managed to flip the baby despite spending the whole afternoon on all fours. Then, the dreaded words "we are sending you home" were said and disgruntled we headed off home. Her partner met us back at theirs and we all stayed together for a few hours.
Throughout the evening we repeated our afternoon of bouncing and being on all fours to try and turn the baby but by 11:30pm everything had stopped. The hospital were convinced nothing would happen for another 24 hours and talked us all in to going to sleep, even telling me it would be ok for me to go home (as in my flat!). Stupidly I did and headed home to sleep.
My sister and I texted all through the night, until about 3am where I must have fallen asleep and turned down the volume on my phone!! You can see where I am heading here right!? At this point all she was telling me was that the pain hadn't changed, waters still hadn't broken and all I kept saying was try and sleep, going on the advice of the midwives earlier.
Monday 22nd February 2016
I'd set my alarm for 6am only to find numerous messages and missed calls. My niece had been born one hour earlier at 5:03am. The phone calls had started at 4:45am where the messages said they were taking Emily to hospital, my niece was born at 5:03am. Even if I had been awake I wouldn't have made the delivery. All it took was 5 pushes and 6 puffs of gas and air.
What a trooper and her only war wound was a really small tear. In hindsight I should have never listened to the midwives and gone home, but you really do put the trust in the professionals. However, a healthy baby and a healthy sister is all I needed and I got that.
Welcome to the world Amelia, I promise to be the best Auntie ever x
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