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My Birth Story: 'You're Not Going Anywhere!'

Every birth story is different, and sometimes the three stages of labour take longer to progress! Read our Real Mom's Story from Laura Molloy, about the birth of her son Cian:

I went into labour at 36 weeks + 2 days but unlike my previous birth, this was not a short labour. The labour was coming on the whole week leading up until his birth on Sunday April 10th at 12.22am. 

Monday 4th April 

This was my first official day of maternity leave, after a weekend of very irregular mild contractions I wake up feeling great. It’s a bright, sunny albeit cold Monday and the kids are back at school/pre-school after the Easter holiday and serious nesting kicks in. I have some contractions that are mild, completely irregular, on and off all day. 

Tuesday 5th April 

Officially 36 weeks pregnant today according to the hospital even though the first private scan I had puts me nearer 36+4. I wake with bad cramps at 5am and can’t get back to sleep so I get up to walk it off. In the mid-afternoon, I crawl into bed and sleep for four hours. I have a definite feeling baby is on the way. 

In the evening just as I’m about to make dinner more regular contractions start. I start to time them with my contraction app, regular enough at seven to eight minutes apart. 

We drop the kids to my mum’s house and head in to the Rotunda, all the while getting more regular contractions. The hospital isn’t too busy and 10 minutes later I get checked out. Literally, as I lie on the bed in the emergency room the contractions stop. The midwife puts a trace on the baby and monitors for 20 minutes. Still nothing after 20 minutes, so the doctor does an internal check just in case. Not dilated. Looks like a case of false labour so back home to my mum’s house. 

Wednesday 6th April 

We hang around my mum’s house for the day just in case, contractions are on and off all day, mild and somewhat uncomfortable. I take it easy for the day and do very little. 

Thursday 7th April 

I wake at 5am with some contractions and a sore back. In the loo, I notice some bright red blood, which I’m pretty sure is the bloody show, even though I never had it with the other two. It feels like real labour couldn’t be too far away now. 

But by 9am I haven’t had a contraction in over an hour so I tell Niall to go to work. I spend the day lazing in bed, feeling very emotional, the back cramps are quite uncomfortable so I do nothing but binge on Downton Abbey on Netflix. 

Late afternoon, I get up and have similar contractions to the ones earlier but definitely stronger, so I ask my mum to come over. At this stage, I feel like the baby’s head has dropped right into my pelvis and find it hard to walk even more than a couple of metres. 

At around 11pm, contractions start again but I don’t panic as I’m positive they will disappear, 10 minutes later another, 10 minutes another so again I start to time them, they are definitely more painful. My contraction app tells me to, ‘go to hospital immediately.’ 

Friday 8th April 

1am We arrive at the Rotunda, sleepy kids moved into mum’s car and we’re brought into the emergency room quickly enough. After a quick examination, they tell me I’m 1cm dilated, they monitor the baby for 30 minutes and decide to admit me to the early labour ward. 

Things speed up over the next few hours, contractions are painful, every seven to eight minutes lasting over a minute each. The midwife suggests I take a bath. 

5am I really love the bath but feel I’d better move about. The contractions have eased off, and I manage to doze off for a half hour. 

7am Contractions start up again but not regular: Seven minutes, eight minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes apart. I start to lose my mucous plug, again something I never had on the other two and there is a LOT of it. 

1pm I go for a walk around the hospital, while the contractions get stronger. 

2pm-5pm Back in the ward, the contractions ease off. Midwives tell me I’m not officially in labour until 4cm dilated. 

Saturday 9th April 

I actually sleep for two to three hours on and off, in between contractions that are seven to 10 minutes apart for half an hour or so and then nothing for 20 minutes. Various midwives take my blood pressure throughout the night and listen to the baby every three hours or so, they put a trace on every now and then and everything looks fine. 

The midwives discuss perhaps sending me home until active labour starts. At this stage, I’m so fed up in the ward I want to go home. 

They suggest the doctor checks me before I leave and I agree, she examines me and to my surprise, relief and joy she says, “you’re not going anywhere”. I’m now 2cm-3cm dilated, and completely effaced. The doc suggests if I go for another walk it would get things moving. 

3pm-7pm The contractions are still going strong, so at the next trace they determine uterine activity is definitely increasing and they decide to take me into the delivery suite in the next few hours. 

8pm Admitted to the delivery suite finally! I feel excited and nervous and somewhat anxious but overall happy. I request an epidural and the midwife arranges it. The docs arrive to check me and I’m 4cm dilated. 

I get a lot more consistent and strong contractions while waiting. The midwife gives me some gas to tide me over, this does nothing. A minute later, another contraction, right before the anaesthetist arrives, that feels like my spine is being crushed. The epidural is administered and five minutes later I start to feel its wonderful pain reducing effects. 

11.30pm A sharp pain in my lower side hits me and I find myself having to breathe through it. The midwife tops up my epidural. 10 minutes later another very sharp pain what feels like under the right side of the bump, midwife asks if I feel pressure, and I’m not sure so she checks me and gives me a look that indicates things have progressed and fair enough I’m ready to push. 

Sunday 10th April: Finally He’s Here 

12am The midwives tell me to continue pushing at each contraction but like earlier the contractions don’t appear to be regular and it’s hard to tell when they are coming on. I can feel a lot of pressure in my pelvis but no pain, with each subsequent push I feel definite movement. The older midwife takes my hand to feel the head, I blurt out, “that’s freaky”. 

At the final stage, the midwife tells me I don’t even need to push but to simply lie back and relax and at this point I feel his head emerge. Seconds later a wonderful cry rings out and a startled pink newborn is placed on my chest. It’s just 12.22am. He’s amazing and beautiful and perfect. He stops crying as he feels my warmth and opens his eyes for his first look at the world very briefly as Niall cuts his cord. 

Because he’s a little early the paediatrician checks him over and everything looks okay. 7lbs 12ozs, he’s big for an early baby. Niall dresses and cuddles him while I get stitched up, get some tea and toast and then it’s down to the postnatal ward. 

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