He’s here! HE! I can’t believe we finally know that there was a little boy in there all along (although we were totally convinced it was a boy from the start; he was a troublemaker from day one!).
If you’ve read my last pregnancy update you’ll know that I was having some problems with elevated blood pressure. After six visits to the hospital maternity unit to be monitored, a plan was finally put in place to induce me on Wednesday 4th July, two days before my due date – I can’t tell you how happy I was to know that I wouldn’t be going potentially two weeks overdue!
At 4pm on the 4th I was given a propess pessary in the hope it would bring on labour. I didn’t want to pin too much on it as it isn’t guaranteed to work, but by 11pm I was having regular contractions and at midnight my waters broke, half way through watching Jaws may I add; maybe it was all the scenic ocean shots?!
After getting to labour ward, the monitor showed that the baby’s heart rate kept dropping with my contractions and the staff weren’t happy with how slowly it was returning to normal. I was examined by Dr Smirnoff (yes, really!) who throughout the next few hours had to take some blood samples from the baby’s head, to test the oxygen levels. After the first examination (which was pretty rough) he recommended me having an epidural for the pain.
Unfortunately, the epidural wasn’t fully effective and I still had feeling in my right hand side. I was dilating at a good speed though and after a few hours was up to eight centimetres. After another examination, Dr Smirnoff advised us that the baby wasn’t fully in position which was going to make delivery difficult. He left the room to speak with a consultant and within minutes the room was chaotic.
Up to this point, we had been extremely well informed of everything that was going on and the staff were really chilled out. This probably added to the panic that we then felt, as there seemed to be a real emergency to get me to theatre for a section. My midwife Kara, said “things are going to go a bit quick now” and boy did they. Jon was thrown a set of scrubs and I was wheeled from the room, leaving my poor mother sat thinking the worst.
Even though you’d do anything to ensure your baby is safe and well, I was so scared in that moment. The thought of an emergency section terrified me. Add to that the urgency from the staff and the fact that I had laboured to eight centimetres for what felt like no reason now, I was a blubbering mess by the time we got to theatre.
Jon was bundled into a recovery room while I was given a spinal and examined again (don’t go looking for dignity around here guys!). Legs in stirrups and my knees pushed up so close to my face, I’m fairly sure I hadn’t been this flexible since I was in the womb myself. My esteemed Russian friend now popped his head up an announced “fully dilated!” which was met with cheers from around the room; I didn’t need the section after all.
Jon was dragged back into the room and with three pushes (and an episiotomy and ventouse) Zachary Taylor Lewis was born. Weighing 7lbs 10.5oz, he was lighter than his sister and lighter than the growth scans had predicted. He has long limbs, dark hair and lots of peach fuzz over his back; truly a little monkey already!Zac has slipped seamlessly into family life and we honestly can’t imagine life without him now. Daisy introduces her “little brother, Zac” to anyone who’ll listen and is proving to be the best big sister already. It honestly feels like yesterday that she was this small, so we’re trying to soak up these blurry newborn days as much as we can. We feel so lucky to have such a beautiful little family and can’t wait to start having adventures as a four.