a second birth story - part three

I had gone to bed feeling grumpy and fed up with being pregnant,

only for my waters to go minutes later.

But with no contractions yet

I had decided to go back to bed

while the hubby had decided to get up and catch up on some work.

You can find the first and second parts of this story

on the beautiful girl's birth story page.

So the hubby got up,

I fussed around just making sure everything was packed in the hospital bag

and about five or ten minutes after I had first jumped out of bed

I got back in again.

I lay there for about half a second before I decided I needed the toilet

and as I got up that second time I felt a much bigger gush.

That would be the hind-waters then.

I grabbed a dry pad and headed to the toilet

to discover that all wasn't as it should be.

Having been through a labour before that had started exactly the same way

I knew that amniotic fluid is supposed to be a peachy-golden-straw type colour.

This was more of a browny green.

And I knew exactly what that meant;

meconium in the waters.

I wasn't particularly worried though

I just figured that perhaps I should ring the labour ward and describe what had happened.

I rang the hospital and spoke to a midwife on labour ward

explaining I was 39+5 weeks pregnant

that my waters had broken

and that I suspected there was meconium in the waters.

I described the waters

and expected her to say keep an eye on it

and ring us when your contractions get going.

So I was more than a little panicked when she told me I needed to make my way to the hospital now.

She explained that they needed to confirm either way whether it was meconium,

and that if it was they would want to induce labour straight away

as it meant the baby might be in distress.

Suddenly my blood was pumping really fast

and I managed to, in a very rushed and jumbled way, explain all this to the hubby.

So at nearly midnight I made the call to my mum

who answered the phone with a hilariously calm and inquisitive “Yes?”

We grabbed the bags,

put on some clothes,

I ducked in to see my little man sleeping quietly like an angel,

and then tried not to cry as the enormity of what was happening hit me like a ton of bricks.

The next time I saw my baby he would more than likely be a big brother.

You can read the next part of the story here.