My Birth Story.

A month ago, our little pickle, Jack made his entrance into this world. (4th June 2020) What a whirlwind this month has been! If you’ve been following me for a while you will know that I had a very complicated pregnancy.

In my last post I talked about how stressful and overwhelming the pregnancy had been. We had been transferred to St Thomas’ in London to deliver baby Jack. They originally booked me in for an elective c-section on the 5th June. After having an additional scan they moved the date forward to the 2nd June but for an induction, not a section. Our consultant thought we would have a good chance of delivering naturally as Jack was still head down. Plus a natural delivery had many benefits for both myself and Jack. All we had to do now was wait on a phone call to say that there was a cot available in NICU so we could make our way to London. Around 11am we received a phone call to say that there wasn’t a cot available that day. We were devastated. We did however end up making our way up to London that day to stay in the accommodation they had booked for us. We stayed there until a cot became available.

It was a long 2 days of waiting, during which I had blood tests, a swab for Covid 19 and a 3D scan. Finally around midday on Thursday 4th June, the hospital rang to say that there was a cot available and ready! I was so nervous! I made my way over to the birthing suite. I had a private room with a lovely view of the London Eye. The midwife and I had a quick chat whilst she put monitors on me to monitor myself and Jack. Now all I had to do was wait for the monitoring to be complete and for the doctor to come around and see me. Originally they wanted to do a balloon induction for 12 hours which would dilate my cervix enough for them to slowly break and drain my waters in theatre. They would only go down this route if Jack was still head down.

Of course, he had decided to move. Jack made the decision for everyone! The doctor then told me that I would be going to theatre in 2 hours for a c-section. I quickly called Josh and asked him to come across to the birthing suite. We were in shock. We went from thinking we were going to be meeting Jack in the next 24 hours to he will be here in about 2 hours time! The next 8 hours are a bit of a blur in all honesty.

I was emotional for a couple of reasons, firstly, I really wanted to give natural labour a fair shot. Secondly, I just couldn’t believe that it was time to meet Jack. In a weird way, I didn’t feel ready. The next two hours went by so quickly, the midwife fitted a cannula, I took tablets to reduce the acid in my stomach, I got gowned up and before I knew it, I was walking down to theatre. It was 5pm when I got into theatre.

I felt as though I was shaking when I got sat on the bed, the bed that quite honesty looked lost in the theatre. I spoke briefly to the anaesthetists and the surgeon. They administered the two spinal injections. I’ve never felt anything like it. I slowly lost feeling in my legs and then my stomach. It was the most surreal feeling ever! They did some checks to see if I had any feeling. Before I knew it, the drape was up. I just looked at Josh. We talked amongst ourselves which kept me very relaxed.

“This is the tugging sensation I was telling you about” the midwife said to me. Then it hit me, they’ve already started. They didn’t tell me they had even begun! I’m so glad they didn’t to be honest. A bit of tugging and then he was here! They dropped the drape slightly. The cord was around Jack’s neck so they only lifted him briefly, but certainly enough time for me to think “Wow he has a lot of hair!”

I couldn’t see much else for a while and this is where the rest gets really hazy. They took Jack straight over to the incubator. The midwife took Josh’s phone over to try and get some pictures. We could hear the small sounds of Jack crying in the background. It made me so emotional! I remember thinking, he must be so small as they are tiny tiny little cries. I asked Josh what was going on and he said that he couldn’t see as there were that many doctors. After a while the surgeon had finished stitching me up. I forgot they were even finishing up with me as I was so focused on getting information about Jack. The surgeon told me she was done and that the procedure went well. They removed the drape and I could see amount of people in the room. I was so shocked and overwhelmed. The room I thought was huge with a tiny operating bed in the middle of it was suddenly full of teams of doctors, specialists and equipment all working on getting a breathing tube into Jack’s airway. It felt like a lifetime of waiting and looking in anticipation. As I looked across I kept getting glimpses of Jack. I could see his little arms in the air. I could see one of the doctors manually puffing air into him using a tube. It seemed that it wasn’t working. Then I could see them place a tiny mask over his face. Then we waited.

One of the doctors came over and explained that they needed to take him over to Evelina Children’s hospital which was next to St Thomas’. They asked if I wanted Josh to stay with me or go down with Jack. We decided that Josh would go with Jack to theatre. The doctors placed Jack into a massive travel incubator. They stopped passed me for a couple of minutes before they took him. I placed my hand in the incubator and felt his tiny cheeks with my fingertips. It was truly a special moment and one I will never forget.

I left the theatre crying, no longer pregnant but not with my baby either. We were in there that long I had almost full feeling back in my legs. Thus started what I now know has been what I can only describe as the most turbulent and emotional month of my life so far.

-Hannah x

We Are Packed!

Well, what a whirlwind this pregnancy has been! If you’ve been following over on my Instagram you will have seen the troubles and stresses we’ve been facing over the past 24 weeks.

As I’m writing this, I’m currently 36 weeks + 3 days pregnant! In many ways I feel like this pregnancy has gone super quick. It has been a struggle though! Before getting pregnant I had this idea of what being pregnant would look like for me, and this has just been so far from it. I have never felt so stressed, on edge and helpless. Everything has been completely out my control. It’s just been one thing after another and now I finally feel like the end is in sight.

I’m booked in for an elective c-section on the 5th June at St. Thomas’ Hospital in London.

I’m incredibly nervous…

This isn’t our original chosen hospital but we’ve been transferred there because of the possible problems that Baby J is facing. He is looking to spent some time in NICU and will be assessed by a ENT team and a Cleft Team straight after birth. We’ve been reassured that this is the best hospital in the UK for him. It’s all just a bit scary not knowing whether or not your baby will be able to breathe. It makes me incredibly emotional thinking about it.

I would say that over the past week is the first time since the beginning of the pregnancy that I have felt excited to meet him. I know this sounds horrible but I feel like we have spent the entire pregnancy receiving bad news, test results and waiting on phone calls. I’ve become so numb. I’ve not wanted to get my hopes up just in case. I didn’t want to face getting any more bad news.

We’ve spent the past 4 weeks packing and re-packing the hospital bag. At first I packed as though Baby J and I would be in the hospital for a couple of days. Then we were told that he would probably be in NICU so I wouldn’t need to pack anything for him and that I would only need things for myself. Josh wouldn’t be able to stay either because of the current Covid 19 situation. Then it went from that to I would be having a c-section so pack more things for myself as I will be in for a few days.

Then from that (to be quite honest, I had had enough of packing) we were told that I would now be traveling to London to deliver baby. So we went from having just a small bag and a shoulder bag to having 2 cases, a bag for Baby J to leave with the midwives, a shoulder bag and an extra backpack with dried food and drinks. It’s safe to say that we feel like we are going to be moving into the hospital for a while. We will be staying in some accommodation opposite the hospital whilst Baby J is in NICU.

We have packed a couple of books, a Winnie The Pooh blanket and a little teddy.

Just 10 days left till we meet our little boy and we can’t wait! ❤

Much love,
Hannah x

P.S. I am writing a book where I have documented my pregnancy much more closely so hopefully one day I will be able to get that published.