In the last part of my birth story, I was 5cms, and then all of a sudden, I was pushing.
What? No. I’m only 5cms.
In the previous part of my birth story, I felt increasingly frustrated at the ‘illusion’ of birth choice when you are on an “intervention path”, and after a four day wait, I fi
After being diagnosed with Obstetric Cholestatis, my induction had been started off at 37 weeks, and we were waiting for a room on labour ward to become available so my waters could be broken.
In Part 1 of my birth story, I was diagnosed with Obstetric Cholestasis and told I would be admitted to hospital there and then, and induced the next morning.
This story starts way back before labour had even begun.
Five weeks in with our third little guy and we are fully back to our usual routine.
We’d been moved into our house for just over a week when I was told I needed to be induced immediately.
As the first (by a long way) of our friends to start having babies, I tend to be the one people turn to for advice when they need to buy a present for a baby, young child, or a new mum.
My son is one week old.
I am sat here feeling tears forming in my eyes as I struggle to recall EXACTLY what it felt like to feel him move inside me.