First, to really confuse people, we have changed the spelling of our daughter’s name again. Since people were having trouble pronouncing it, we have changed it to Amalie.
Also I thought it was about time that I added something to my new daughter’s blog. It’s been almost 7 weeks since she arrived – long enough ago so that I have forgotten the really gory details and but not so long that I’ve forgotten the best bits. Warning though – I will include any gory bits that I can remember so if you’re squeamish you might want to stop reading now.
The contractions started in earnest at about 11pm. At this stage they were about 20 minutes apart and I could quite happily read in between. So, I figured I’d be brave and only wake Bob when I was really ready to go to the hospital. But, my bravado lasted only six contractions. At about 12.30, I gave in, woke him, and he begin the important tasks of timing the contractions and trying to distract me with crossword puzzles.
I have to say that, bar one event, I was really nice to everyone during my entire labour – honest. However, one little incident occurred when Bob got slightly more interested in the crossword puzzle than in timing my contractions. I thought the timing should take precedence over any puzzle. But Bob didn’t see it quite so clearly so I made sure that Bob was aware of this in no uncertain terms. (After this, Bob was fantastic and stayed with me the entire labour – yes I did let him out to go to the toilet – and did all the right things).
We carried on with the puzzles until the contractions were about 8-10 minutes apart lasting about about 45 seconds – 1min (at about 4am). Then I moved to the bath. This is when I discovered what a fantastic invention removable shower nozzles were. My contractions hurt my back more than more my than my stomach and so every contraction bob would fire up the nozzle and squirt directly into the small of my back easing the pain immeasurably.
It was in the bath that the nausea and vomiting started. Yes, during labour you not only get intense stomach and back pain (kind of like someone is repeatedly kicking you in the stomach from the inside), you also get to feel really, really ill. Luckily we had a nice vomit bowl that floated perfectly, so I didn’t get any in the bath.
Bob rang the hospital when the contractions were about five minutes apart (around 5:30am) and they told us to come in whenever we wanted, there was no rush. At about 6:30am I realised that if i didn’t get out of the bath now, I’d never get out. And since parking isn’t the easiest at welly hospital we figured now was as good a time as any to head in….