Belated He’s Here Post!!!

So my life has been insanely different these past weeks and whilst at times it has felt a little overwhelming, I’m loving every second! This will probably be a long post as it’s been just over nine weeks since I last posted and we’ve had quite a lot going on. So lets start at the start…

Birth Story!

On the 10th of June I was 3 days overdue and starting to feel more regular, but mild, contractions. I thought nothing much of it until I had just cooked us all our evening meal and my waters broke just as I’d sat down to eat. In my pregnancy with Soph, I didn’t know my waters had broken as they went as I was projectile vomiting in hospital after trying the gas and air (I’m a classy bird!) but this time I felt the most strange bulging sensation and I swear I even heard the pop of them going. I shouted to my hubby that I thought they’d gone and waddled my way to the loo, jeans soaked, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, to check what was going on. Soph had previously done a doo in me so I checked my waters and I found that her brother had took a crap too, so I rang the delivery unit at hospital who wanted me to come in so that they could check me over.

We dropped Soph over to my mums who was able to look after her for us (the woman is a legend!) and made our way up to hospital where I was checked over at around 7pm and admitted to the delivery suite at 7:15pm as there was definitely meconium in my waters. This was it, this baby was coming at some point soon!

When I was put into a room I was given a check to see how dilated I was and at that point I was only 2cm. I was told that they wanted to start my labour off but wanted to check with a doctor on how to proceed so I was hooked up to the monitor to check baby over and left alone for a little while.

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It was at this point that the contractions started to come more regularly and with a bit more force but I found watching them on the readout took my mind off of things a bit. Annoyingly, I was soon taken off of the monitor and told that I would be re-examined at midnight and depending on my progress, put on to an IV drip to speed up my labour.

The pain began to increase quite rapidly a little while later and when the midwife came back to see me at around 10pm I asked what my options were for pain relief. I was told that I’d probably be in labour for quite some time to come and to go without pain relief (diamorphine) for as long as possible as they can only give it me every so often. I spoke with Baz at this point who had pointed out that I’d already managed to make it half way to my next check at midnight, and together we decided that I’d just keep going as long as I could. I could see that he was worried about me though, as with every contraction he was now reminding me to breathe and I was shaking my legs so hard the entire bed was rattling.

I managed another hour but then I had what I thought was the need to push but thought that couldn’t be right as I was expected (and expecting) to be going a lot longer at this point. The feeling didn’t subside so I relented and used the call button. When a different midwife came in (mine was on dinner break) I explained that I felt ready to push and she gave me a quick look over and decided that I was only 8cm so not quite there yet. Within the space of a single contraction she watched me dilate further and at that point it was go time.

When it came time to push I was like a woman possessed, I wasn’t given anything to hold on to so I used the back of the bed and ended up yanking the thing so hard that my arms were screaming for the next few days! I was also really concerned for Baz as I could just hear him breathing really heavily over my left side whilst he was helping brace my leg. I don’t know what the difference was for him this time compared to our last pregnancy, but he really seemed to take this one quite a bit harder and was much more worried about me. Anyways, at 11:13pm our son’s head had crowned and Finnick William was welcomed into the worldΒ at 11:14pm with no pain medication and no medical intervention. I ended up with a small tear to my labia which needed stitching and a “moderate” amount of blood loss and Hulk arms but other than that, all was well.

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My first picture with Finn
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A very drained daddy!

They gave Finn a check over and he was perfect, weighing in at 7lbs 4oz like his sister! They popped a red hat on him as he was classed as high risk due to my thyroid and then came time to try to feed him. I really wanted to try and breastfeed again as I didn’t manage it with Soph but frustratingly, it was not meant to be. I couldn’t get him to latch after a good while of trying and neither could the lactation consultant. Due to both of our upset, I began to express into a cup and used a syringe to feed him … just like his sister, with the promise to keep trying to get him on the breast. Sadly, this didn’t happen – it turns out that Finnick has a tongue tie which causes his tongue to not be able to roll correctly in order to feed from the nipple so I decided to express and fed him from a bottle.

We were expecting to be held in hospital for a good couple of days due to monitoring like last time but they turfed me out the next afternoon, just after Soph had arrived for a visit with me and her new little brother. She said that she loved him straight away but she wouldn’t hold him as he was too small and she was scared.

I was later seen back at home by a community midwife who decided to send us to see a lactation specialist as she believed that Finn would need to have his tie cut due to potential speech problems later on. We met with the specialist who explained that he could have his tongue tie cut so that he could feed from the nipple but that there was no proof that the tie would cause him trouble with his speech. I myself have a tongue tie and I’ve never had any problems with speech and as I was expressing well, and he was content with feeding from the bottle, we decided against it especially as the specialist pointed out that getting him back to the nipple could be incredibly hard work and my confidence was already shot from not being able to get him or his sister to latch naturally.

Fast forwards to now and he is totally off of my breast milk which I am somewhat gutted about. The reason for this is that he has been suffering with some awful colic and we have hated seeing him writhing around in so much pain. We were using Infacol which wasn’t seeming to be helping so the community midwife told us to try Dentinox instead. She also explained that he may have a “lactose immaturity” and to try Colief which helps to reduce the amount of lactose in milk. We started using both of these products and after a week or so, things had improved but he was still suffering really badly and all I could think was that it was because of my milk. We then decided to pop him onto comfort formula milk and the change in him was crazy! He still suffers with colic but it is nowhere near what it was like, however, we have found that being on formula milk seemed to back him up, so after reading around tons of forums I decided to add 1/2 an ounce of prune juice to one bottle a day and so far it has helped him pass his poops much easier and he isn’t getting distressed having them build up for a few days at a time.

So yeah, we are currently enjoying lazy days due to it being the summer holidays and trying to get to grips with having two little people who need and want our attention at all times. It has been a challenge at times getting schedules in place for the school run and getting things done around the house but we are slowly but surely getting there. It might be a little chaotic at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world!

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