My labour with Molly was a dream; I may have gone over 2 weeks and was suffering from gallstones and pancreatitis (which I didn't know until 2 weeks after delivery) along with every other uncomfortable pregnancy symptoms, but my contractions started at 11, water broke like all the Hollywood films at midnight, at the hospital by 1am, in the birthing pool at 2am, and with only laughing gas and water I delivered a 4.4kg baby girl at 8.27am.
This round I had hoped to have a similar experience, and for the most part it was, however, it had a twist.
At 41 weeks I woke up at 5am rather wet, unsure if my water had broken I out on one of those sexy post partum pads and went back to bed. Through out the day I was constantly leaking, and through every laughing attack it would just pour out. After several hours of waiting for contractions to start themselves we decided it was best to go in for a control check up.
It didn't take much to confirm my water had broken as I was soaking wet when we came in, after being hooked up to the CTG they could see baby was happy and told me if contractions hadn't started on their own then I would need to be induced the following day.
At 1am contractions finally started. They were roughly 7-10 minutes apart and would gradually get stronger, after timing until 4am I decided it was best to try and sleep to save my energy for the real show. At 6am my contractions stopped.
Completely frustrated I bounced on the yoga ball, walked around, cleaned the kitchen hoping to start up my contractions again, but all it did was cause me to leak more water and need to constantly change my clothes.
At 10 am I phoned the hospital where I was told I would need to come to labour and delivery at 12pm to be induced.
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