Update
Being induced sucks ass.
We arrived at triage (where we had been rather emphatically informed that we must report to first) to find that they had no idea why i was there. In the midst of inhaling a sandwich we were sent up to the rather odd ward which seems to be a mix of people like me and post natal (it is very strange to be kept awake by a crying baby while your own is still kicking your ribs).
I was shown to a private room (!) and then put on a monitor which had me instantly regretting my rice krispie square as baby was in no mood to stay still enough to get a decent trace. While the trace was on i started to get a bit wibbly about being by myself and was it too late to forget the whole thing and just go for a cs? Or just go home and forget the whole baby thing? Unfortunately as this isn't labour ward I've got to spend the night by myself.
Eventually we got enough that they decided baby was ok and we were able to begin. One examination which felt like she'd shoved her whole hand up there later she violated me again with the drugs (thank god i was dilated a tiny bit as it has to go behind the cervix) and i felt precisely...no contractions.
Back on the monitor after a bit and as grahame left i stared with resentment at the stupid green contraction counting numbers.
Yesterday they had flickered at a baseline of 20, bumping up to around 40 or so periodically. Not all that long ago we watched in amazement as they crept all the way over 100. Today? They grudgingly chugged up to about 20 occasionally.
Eventually and after a couple of glasses of cold water to get baby woken up i was released to settle in for the night. Contractions very helpfully started after so I've not actually slept. Got some drugs at 3 but lying down is pretty much impossible now because apart from the tightening and the cramps from he'll it sort of feels like my hips might just break apart.
Im now sitting in the chair with the curtains up waiting for sunrise.
Bah!
We arrived at triage (where we had been rather emphatically informed that we must report to first) to find that they had no idea why i was there. In the midst of inhaling a sandwich we were sent up to the rather odd ward which seems to be a mix of people like me and post natal (it is very strange to be kept awake by a crying baby while your own is still kicking your ribs).
I was shown to a private room (!) and then put on a monitor which had me instantly regretting my rice krispie square as baby was in no mood to stay still enough to get a decent trace. While the trace was on i started to get a bit wibbly about being by myself and was it too late to forget the whole thing and just go for a cs? Or just go home and forget the whole baby thing? Unfortunately as this isn't labour ward I've got to spend the night by myself.
Eventually we got enough that they decided baby was ok and we were able to begin. One examination which felt like she'd shoved her whole hand up there later she violated me again with the drugs (thank god i was dilated a tiny bit as it has to go behind the cervix) and i felt precisely...no contractions.
Back on the monitor after a bit and as grahame left i stared with resentment at the stupid green contraction counting numbers.
Yesterday they had flickered at a baseline of 20, bumping up to around 40 or so periodically. Not all that long ago we watched in amazement as they crept all the way over 100. Today? They grudgingly chugged up to about 20 occasionally.
Eventually and after a couple of glasses of cold water to get baby woken up i was released to settle in for the night. Contractions very helpfully started after so I've not actually slept. Got some drugs at 3 but lying down is pretty much impossible now because apart from the tightening and the cramps from he'll it sort of feels like my hips might just break apart.
Im now sitting in the chair with the curtains up waiting for sunrise.
Bah!