Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 130: The Birth Story

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July 6th, 2016

For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a mother. When we couldn’t conceive immediately after our marriage, the thought that I might never be a mother devastated me. And when I got pregnant, it was the best feeling in the world, and I could hardly wait for the day I would meet my child. But as strong as my desire to be a mum is, it has always been overshadowed by a fear of the birth. Anytime I thought of childbirth, all I imagined was pretty much driven by I’d seen on TV: wild, flailing, out of control women in desperate, traumatic agony!

But all that soon changed.

 

Going by the hospital scan date, I was almost a week overdue. At my doctor’s appointment, though not concerned about the delay, my doctor offered me a sweep, and I jumped at it, mainly because I was already quite overdue and wanted to get things moving, and because he explained that the procedure was designed to stimulate the natural release of hormones to get labour started. After the sweep, he said I was already 2cm dilated.

This was a surprise to me as I hadn’t had any pre-labour symptoms at all. Nothing! Getting ready to come to the hospital, I had felt as right as rain. I hadn’t even bothered to bring along my hospital bag, as I was so sure I would be returning home. But there I was, 2cm dilated already! However, my doctor thought I could still go back home, and we made an appointment to return the next evening, by which time my labour should have progressed more.

Getting home, my Mom almost had a fit when she heard I was already a bit dilated and had been sent home. It took everything in me to assure her that I would be fine till the next day. We put some finishing touches to packing the hospital bag, confirming that all the baby’s supplies were in order, and that the fridge was stocked. I guess all that activity did the trick as I soon started cramping. I tried to keep it quiet, so as not to alarm anyone, and even put it down to false labour…so decided to go to bed early. But sleep eluded me, and by 11pm, there was no denying the fact that this was the REAL DEAL! I still tried to stomach the pain, but by midnight I could take it no more, and by 12.30am, we were on our way to the hospital. I decided that I didn’t want to add to my stress by timing the contractions formally, but they were quite regular and very strong. We had called my doctor as we left the house, so luckily he was already there, and the medical team were ready for us. I didn’t want to know how dilated I was but I now know that I was 6cm when we arrived. My doctor said would probably have our baby in a couple of hours, considering how fast I was progressing.

But whosai! Our baby had other plans!

Things just ground to a screeching halt! I didn’t progress past 8cm for another 12 hours. By 9am the next morning, I felt like I was standing in front of a brick wall with no way to move past it. All the energy and enthusiasm I had arrived with had been sapped, I felt like I was no longer able to cope and was getting really tired. The breathing gas was making me nauseous and deep breathing was no longer effective. Even though I had initially not wanted any pain medication (I know, right!), nobody had to tell me to ask for some pethidine, a painkiller very similar to morphine. But as I had gone past the stage of getting an epidural, it was the only choice we had. Luckily, it did the trick, and soon took the edge off the contractions, enabling me to get some rest…finally!

My assumption had been that being more relaxed would facilitate further dilation. But I was very wrong. By lunchtime, my doctor realised that the reason why I wasn’t progressing was because the baby’s head was jammed at a funny angle in my pelvis. His plan to get me fully dilated was to put me on syntocinon to make the contractions stronger and more regular. This would hopefully encourage the baby’s head to further rotate and descend. I soon felt the urge to pee, and I wasn’t even sure if it was urine or my water breaking. It was trickling the same way urine would, but it almost felt like I couldn’t control it. When I noticed some bloody membrane in the water, I brought this to the nurses’ attention, and I was then moved back to the labour ward.

By this time, the pethidine had worn off and I was now very emotional, and not sure how I would cope now that the contractions were even stronger. I was so worried that, after everything I had done to prevent it, a c-section was looking like the way it would all go down. When my doctor saw how traumatised I was, he administered a very low dose epidural.

The epidural was amazing. I managed to get some more rest and only two hours later, I had finally dilated to 10cm and was ready to push. As the epidural was low dose, I could still feel my legs and could sense the contractions. This helped me a lot in being able to push the baby out quickly and it only took 25 minutes until our son was in my arms!

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Yes, our son! It turns out that all my dreaming and predictions were all wrong…and that my original hunch had, in fact, been correct. When the doctor and Patrick yelled “It’s a boy!” almost in unison, I almost felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. It took a few seconds for it to dawn on me that the baby was no longer in my stomach, and it was out, and it was a beautiful baby boy. And then I had the baby in my arms, and I dissolved into emotional tears, so overwhelmed that this beautiful baby, screaming at the top of his lungs, was my baby…my very own.

Too soon, he was taken away for the clean up, and my doctor got to working on stitching my tears. Ah yes, that was when the magic bubble popped a little, and I gave in to the crazy-as-HELL pain. I was soon sedated, and when I woke up, I was back in my room, with my family hovering around, and my precious bundle of joy asleep in a glass-like hospital crib.

The whole day went by in a blur. Excited friends and family trooping in and out of the room, and my phone buzzing permanently with phone calls, text messages, and Facebook notifications. But all these paled to being able to hold my baby in my arms. I couldn’t get enough of his little pink face, and perfect fingers and toes. My heart had expanded beyond anything I had ever thought it capable of, and the love I felt for this little thing was the most overpowering ever!

We stayed in the hospital for the next three nights, for monitoring, and arrived home this morning. Despite the difficulties and a 24 hour labour, overall my birth experience was pretty positive. The only downer is that my milk supply has been very low, so I haven’t been able breastfeed exclusively as I’d planned. But it’s okay. What matters is that my baby is here. Our son is here!

Welcome to the world David Aniekan Eyo :heart:

 

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Catch up on Faith’s story here:

  1. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 1: BFP
  2. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 2: Lukewarm Response
  3. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 3: The Struggle
  4. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 4: Tricked
  5. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 5: Keeping her man
  6. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 6: Men are so annoying!
  7. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 7: Bleeding
  8. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 8: The 9 Week Mark
  9. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 9: Festive
  10. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 10: The Holiday
  11. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 11: This thing called love
  12. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 12: The Pregnancy Glow
  13. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 13: The Baby & The Bobo
  14. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 14: Wahala
  15. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 15: The Abortion
  16. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 16: A Good Man
  17. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 17: Joy…and Pain
  18. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 18: Hostage
  19. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 19: Ammunition
  20. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 20: Famzing
  21. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 21: Stress Relief
  22. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 22: Diana
  23. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 23: Bestos
  24. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 24: The Miscarriage 
  25. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 25: In God’s Hands
  26. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 26: Crossing the line
  27. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 27: Last Minute Packing
  28. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 28: Ex-Girlfriend
  29. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 29: Not just friends
  30. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 30: Fight for him
  31. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 31: Faded Beauty
  32. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 32: Holiday Glow
  33. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 33: The Proposals 
  34. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 34: Baby Kicks
  35. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 35: Celebration Dinner
  36. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 36: Rainbow Baby
  37. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 37: Lunch with the girls
  38. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 38: Wedding Season
  39. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 39: Mama Patrick
  40. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 40: Misplaced Love
  41. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 41: Okafor’s Law
  42. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 42: Forgiveness
  43. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 43: Get it over with
  44. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 44: Family Meeting
  45. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 45: The Goof
  46. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 46: Worship
  47. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 47: Gender
  48. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 48: The Introduction
  49. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 49: Messy
  50. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 50: Passionate Love
  51. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 51: Instagram Drama
  52. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 52: 21 Weeks
  53. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 53: Oppressed
  54. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 54: Age is just a number
  55. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 55: Legally Together
  56. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 56: Monkey on my back
  57. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 57: Your secret is safe with me
  58. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 58: Spring in my step
  59. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 59: Level don change
  60. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 60: It’s my time
  61. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 61: Drama and Baby Kicks
  62. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 62: Love, Joy, Fear
  63. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 63: Owerri
  64. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 64: Untouchable
  65. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 65: Foot Soldiers
  66. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 66: Dem say, Dem say
  67. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 67: The Side Chick and the Fiancee
  68. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 68: Dim-Witted Brother
  69. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 69: Day from hell
  70. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 70: A Cancelled Wedding & a Kept Woman
  71. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 71: From Bad to Worst
  72. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 72: The Confrontation
  73. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 73: Away we go!
  74. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 74: Birthday Girl
  75. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 75: Caught Red-Handed
  76. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 76: Played by a Master Manipulator
  77. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 77: Showdown
  78. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 78: Sad Tears, Happy Tears
  79. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 79: Not the forever kind of love
  80. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 80: My Sacred Vow to You
  81. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 81: Facebook Likes
  82. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 82: Pregnancy Queue
  83. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 83: Braxton Hicks
  84. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 84: The Verdict
  85. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 85: Home Sweet Home
  86. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 86: The Bridal Shower
  87. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 87: The Scare
  88. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 88: Nwando’s Wedding
  89. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 89: Time to face the music
  90. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 90: The Witch Hunt
  91. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 91: Bump Envy
  92. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 92: This Evil Family
  93. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 93: Thankful
  94. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 94: People Watching
  95. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 95: New Beginnings
  96. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 96: Dispassionately
  97. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 97: Old Woman
  98. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 98: The Premonition
  99. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 99: The Girl is Fine
  100. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 100: Three weeks from now
  101. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 101: Diana & Akunna
  102. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 102: Of Daughters & Honeymoons
  103. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 103: Practice Run
  104. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 104: Cold Revenge
  105. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 105: Absolutely Nothing
  106. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 106: Selfish
  107. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 107: Back and Forth
  108. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 108: Chief Mourner
  109. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 109: He will never be mine
  110. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 110: The Showers
  111. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 111: Baby Mama 
  112. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 112: Counting Down
  113. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 113: Soul Searching
  114. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 114: My Baby Girl
  115. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 115: Deep Sense of Knowing
  116. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 116: Judgemental
  117. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 117: The Preeclampsia Scare…The Big Lie
  118. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 118: Malice Keeper
  119. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 119: Idara
  120. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 120: The End of an Era
  121. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 121: Rooting for love
  122. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 122: Unconditional Love…and Baggage
  123. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 123: A deep love
  124. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 124: Six Feet Under
  125. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 125: Omugwo Loading
  126. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 126: Well and truly free
  127. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 127: In full motion
  128. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 128: By God’s Grace
  129. Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 129: Mama Effiowan

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18 COMMENTS

  1. Congratulations Faith,i was soo on the edge of my seat whiles reading like i was going through it and the announcement just made me teared up.God is awesome

  2. Congrats Faith and Patrick, its been a beautiful journey. Baby David has witnessed a lot of drama inside mummy’s womb. But one thing for sure: he’s got the sweetest and kindest mother ever.
    i was sitting in the bus on my way to work when reading, and i was actually crying. Sooo happy for you.

  3. Wow! Congrats, Faith! So happy for you! I actually couldn’t wait for your baby to come because I feel as if I have been part of your journey! Welcome baby David!

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