When we had passed my duedate with 5 days,
(we had been at the hospital once - false alarm), I woke up a sunday morning
august 8. 1993 and felt the first real labour. I enjoyed those first tiny
contractions, which soon became stronger and I got out of bed, woke up Rune
and Nina. While I went to the hot tub, Rune took Nina to his parents,
who was going to babysitte her during the delivery. After the tub I got dressed and
had some breakfast between contractions. At 11 o´clock we were at the
hospital, where I was examined: 4 cm dialated. We were installed in a labour
room and my mother soon came (she was going to witness the delivery).
Within
the next hour my contractions became very strong and I wanted to get into a
hot tub, but my midwife wanted to monitor the babies heartbeat for 20 min.
first. While I was sitting there, wathing the numbers on that stupid machine,
the heartbeat suddenly accellerated and then got very slow, so we called the
midwife right away. When she came in, she first made me stand up and then lay
down on my side, while she kept listening to the heartbeat. I remember
thinking: "This cannot be happening, is my baby going to die? Am I getting a c-section, and I was
so looking forward to this delivery". They took me upstairs and I asked my midwife what
was happening and she said, that the baby was okay again, but I was almost
fully dialated and I was going to a delivery room!
At 13.40 I gave birth to a perfect little girl, standing on my knees, I looked at her, and all I could say
was: "Oh no, not another girl!". Needless to say, I loved her with all my heart. We had already decided on the name Sara if it was a girl. My placenta was partial stuck, so I was moved to the O.R. to have it removed, I was very upset about that kind of interruption.
When I woke up, I was in a room at ward for women with miscarriges
and hysterectomy, because the maternity ward was full. They forgot
to give me a bell, so I could not call for help, when I wanted to sleep. Sara was laying in my bed,
and I wanted to put her into her own bed, but no one came too check me for 2 hours.
At that time I had to get out of my bed, dissy and with a huge headeche, to
get hold of the bell. The next day I discharged myself disregarding a very young doctors
adwise. We went home without babymonitor, without fear, but with alot of
trust in this little girls life.
Being without the babymonitor was not as hard as
we thought it would be, and we had made the decission because we did not want to
place our trust in a flashing green light, but instead we wanted to trust our daughters
will to live and our own instincts.
