Labour day… or 3 Part 1

While I’m in the mood to write and now I have a positive vibe regarding my pregnancy I thought it would be the perfect time to walk myself and you guys through my labour. What I remember and how I felt.

For me the labour started on Thursday morning. We were scheduled to have a scan in anticipation of an induction on the Friday. When we arrived at the hospital at 9:30am I remember the waiting room being filled with lots of parents and future grandparents eagerly awaiting their name to be called. No sooner had I sat down, my name was called. As Mr Willetts hoisted me off the chair with a 1,2,3 (he always did that I think more to prepare himself for the load he was about to pull) a discontent man behind us rather loudly pronounced “she only just got here, why does she get to go first?” I remember looking back and him with a stare that I hope described how I was feeling in the moment “mate, I’ve been waiting 9 whole months for this moment spare me the first appointment or fight me for it”.

Once we got into the scan they checked everything was well with bump & the lovely scan lady (is there a correct word for that person… if so I don’t know what it is) noticed that we had lost some fluid around the baby. She was convinced my waters had broken and I hadn’t noticed. She wondered off into the corridor and returned to tell me that they wanted to induce me early to ensure little Willetts arrived safely. We were then ushered into the corridor awaiting further instruction… it all got a little serious at this point. Mr Willetts went quiet but continued to play games on his phone and huff every time he had to restart his level and I sat there being nosey and listening in to find out what others scans were showing. The head of the department was doing a strange meet and greet around the corridor for those who looked like they had been waiting a while. He approached us and asked why we were parked in the corridor. After a brief explanation he raised his hands and in an accent that can only be described as Rafiki from Lion King (imagine it) he exclaimed “you’ve waited long enough, let’s get this baby out!”

The next thing I know we’re on our way home to pack up the last of the hospital bag. Mr Willetts was planning his snacks and working out exactly how many sandwiches he would need bearing in mind this labour could go on for a while. I remember at this point being utterly disappointed that we’d spent so long planning and preparing for a home birth and it was all being stripped away in an instant.

We were told to wait at home and the nurse would call when there was a bed free for us to go in and be induced. We logically thought that left plenty of time so we got home, I double checked the hospital bag and reluctantly packed some pieces for the bump to wear when it arrived. Meanwhile in the kitchen Mr Willetts was planning on cooking up a storm, oven on, pizzas in and all the sandwich supplies he’d been stashing were laid out to make a feast. Then the phone rang. They were ready for us. If I had been in the same room as Mr Willetts at this time I assure you I would have seen smoke coming out of his ears. Instead just a huge huff and the disgruntled movements of him returning all of his ingredients back into the fridge.

When we arrived at the hospital we waited and waited. Only to be told that the labour suite was so busy that we’d need to come back tomorrow but in the meantime go home and wait to go into labour naturally. You can imagine the look on Mr Willetts face. So, with his mum already here we once again returned home. Obviously via Tesco so Mr Willetts could pick out something for dinner along with a couple of treats from his mum. We got home and I went for a nap while dinner was prepared and we waited…