Labour Room Drama- 221

Wow!!!!

Hello Stella,
You are doing a good job. Let me not waste time. I ought to have sent this in on the 31st of May, as I planned, but a lot of things kept me busy. 

Just before I discovered I was pregnant, I had a dream where my pastor was telling to me to right my ways cos I will die soon. I woke up and rejected it. Then I discovered I was pregnant. I was ecstatic. Family members and friends began to have similar dreams to mine. But hubby and I stood in faith and rejected death.

My first 3 months were something else. I couldn't keep any food down, I lived on boiled eggs, ugwu and crayfish with sweet potatoes. 

By the second trimester, I began to bloat up if I ate one strand of vegetable. I couldn't eat fruits too, it just made me sick as a result, my blood level was constantly low and I was prone to dizziness. Doctors did all they could to increase my blood level and towards d end of my pregnancy, pcv rose from 28% to 31%. Pregnancy wasn't very smooth, but I know some people who had it worse. 

I was with my family when I went into labor at 38 weeks. Before that day, I just began to display extraordinary strength and tolerance for my condition. Labor started at 12am on the 31st. Armed with my knowledge gotten from previous LRDs, I decided to rest because I knew it was just the beginning. So I slept till 2am and I couldn't sleep again. I began to walk all over the sitting room, declaring God's promises. By 5am, my family woke up, everyone was surprised that I didn't wake them up. 

Got to hospital and was checked around 7am, 3-4cm. Doctor, being a family friend, said I could go and come back or wait around I chose to go back home and return. He said to return around 11am. I'm someone that used to have really painful periods that required being admitted and put on drips. So I was expecting debilitating pain, something more painful than my periods, but it never got to that. It was painful, don't get me wrong, but my mind was expecting greater pain than I felt. 

When we returned to hospital and I was checked around 1pm, I was at 6/7cm. Hubby came around that time and to slap the guy was 'hungrying' me, maybe cos of all the stories of slaps during labor that i had heard. 

I was told to remain in hospital now. I was offered a room. I just kept on managing my pain and waiting till 3pm when the doctor said he would check me again. By the time it was 3pm, I could barely hold myself from pushing, I told the nurse that I wanted to poo, she immediately took me to the labor room and other nurses were waiting there. I was asked to lay down and immediately I laid on the bed, the urge to push left, one of the nurses checked me again and said I was at 8cm and I shouldn't push. I told them to let me move around and they agreed. Immediately I stood up, I felt like throwing up, I threw up and they said that its a sign that the time was near, a young doctor came in checked me and said I was fully dilated. Then I was asked to lie down. The doctor burst my water and the matron told me how to push. 

Hubby was waiting outside because they didn't let him in, the MD, who is a family friend made him promise not to disturb, and then he let him in. 

I began to push around 3pm all my pushing didn't seem to be making any impact. The young doctor was massaging my perineum with olive oil, still nothing. MD came in and told them to give me a cut. The doctor was hesitant, he nipped me a bit,next thing MD collected scissors and gave me serious cut, chai! 

Baby's head came out with the next push. But her shoulders were stuck, then the MD told the young doctor to take baby out by the shoulder, but he kept on holding her head with unsteady hands, the MD pushed him away and brought out my baby. She was taken to the next room to be cleaned up, while I birthed the placenta. I was stitched after the placenta and congratulated. My hubby brought the baby to me while I was being stitched. 

Now, that should have been the end of my story, but na here story begin. I was left on the bed to rest, when I began to feel really really cold. I felt something warm on my shoulders, I looked and it was blood, I was lying in a pool of blood.

 A nurse came in to check on me at that moment and she saw it. She went to get the matron, matron came and told them to clean me up and then she inserted her hand in my newly stitched ponyor and began to pack out blood. 

Brethren, this pain was terrible, but I held myself. She cleaned and cleaned and got tired. She sent for the doctor. Md came instead and said they should give me oxytocin. The dose was increased up to three time, and the bleeding didn't stop. He asked for the placenta, to see if it was complete, and it was. 

He then asked for evacuation kit. This was where I began to fear. He conducted D and C on me while I screamed down the hospital. He finished that and stitched me back up again without anaesthtics. I was too weak to scream at this point. I just bore the pain until their voices began to seem very far away. I heard doctor asking them to get blood. 

I was later taken to a recovery room and I received the blood. Miraculously, I recovered so fast I was discharged the next morning.
Sorry for the boring read, i'm not a good story teller.
My baby clocked a year on the 31st of May. I have attached her picture for your eyes only.

*Congratulations to you and happy belated birthday to your baby.