Well seeing as my baby is currently awake and thinks its time to play, here is.my birth story.
So all throughout pregnancy my diabetes was under pretty good control. Towards the end it for a bit hectic . I went in for monitoring August 14th because I couldn't feel much movement, whilst there I told them how Id had to decrease my insulin over the last few days because I was having loads of hypos, I was managing to eat food not bolus and still hypo, my insulin requirements went down by 50%!! They told me I had the start of pre-eclampsia, possibly a failing placenta, and as it was a Friday, that I had to stay the weekend just incase. So, over the weekend they decided to give me steroids to help the baby's lungs just incase of early delivery, as I just turned 36 weeks, they shot my BGs up through the roof, but that was down to a misunderstanding, I was told by one person to disconnect my pump as I was on a sliding scale, which I later found out I wasn't meant to disconnec . So, Monday morning comes, and they tell me they are going to induce me. I was scared, i was 36+1!! I had the pessary at 1130pm, my mam and husband had left for the night, I started contracting within an hour, I tried to hold off for as long as possible. I called the midwife (a lovely man may I add) who asked me what pain relief I had chosen, I was adamant no epidural, he told me not to rule of out, I didn't, and boy did I thank him for that later. He brought me some paracetamol and left me to it. A short while later, I couldn't cope, I was vomitting, the pain was more intense. They monitored me and said my contractions were too close together and coming 'too hard' so they removed the pessary. I called my husband at around 2am and told him I needed him. When we arrived, they took me to delivery suite and broke my waters. The gas and air they had given me was making me even more sick. So i had that beloved epidural. A few hours later, I was 6cm!!! They broke my back waters?? There was lots!! I also had polyhydramious? Is that how you spell it? A Dr cam to see me at 1pm ish, examined me and told me they had to test to see if baby was OK. From putting something on baby's head and taking two blood samples, they found out that baby was borderline distressed at this point and the safest option was to whip her out. So they topped up my epidural and took me to theatre. I was shaking, i was crying, i was literally scared to death, at 1:56pm on August 18th my baby girl, Alana, was brought into the world, she was born at 36+2 and needed no special care. Weighing a whopping 7lb 8.5oz. She has just turned 8 months old and is now dinky in 3-6m clothe . She's the cheekiest but most amazing little girl. My birth may have been a bit traumatic but she was worth every second. We decided to breastfeed and it went amazing, still breastfeeding now and no sign of stopping :-)