So I’m writing this from the Lilac Ward at Hinchinbrooke Hospital at 3:58 on the 12th March 2019… I won’t post this until I have a bit more information about what’s going on though.
Should I be sleeping, yes I should but the cannula in my arm is really irritating me! It should be the least of my worries really.
I can hear a lady being monitored because I can hear her baby’s heartbeat. She seems really uncomfortable and it’s not nice to hear at all. She has a midwife with her who seems to be really reassuring. I couldn’t hear a midwife earlier and was half tempted to go and check she was ok. Not sure if she’d appreciate that or think you are crazy woman!
So why am I here?! We had come in Sunday as I had a bit of bleeding (not fresh) so they wanted to monitor me for a while. All was ok and I was discharged and said it’s only a cause for concern if it’s fresh blood. I woke up about 1am Monday evening (Tuesday morning actually) to go to the loo and I had a massive whoosh of blood. Sorry to be graphic but the bathroom could be said to look like a murder scene! I literally screamed for Michael to call the hospital straight away. I had to tell him where my maternity notes were. Lesson 1, make sure you tell your husband where they’re kept! I called the hospital as I knew exactly which number to call and they obviously said to come in immediately. I went into panic mode, I was shaking and I couldn’t think straight at all. My Michael… I cannot fault him. He stayed so calm which was exactly what I needed given that I was going into meltdown.
You should have seen the state of me… I was wearing a casual maternity dress with slippers and a coat and blood splattered all down my leg – wow not a good look! Michael ran me in and then parked the car and caught up!
I’m now writing this on 13th March reflecting back at what has happened so far. It’s been an absolute whirlwind of two days but I’ve had a great 12 hours with no more bleeding!
So I was initially brought over to the labour ward and then moved to the lilac ward. I then had another big bleed at about 4:30am, I had sent Michael home at this point so as soon as the midwife was in and checking I phoned him immediately to come back. It happened as I got up to go to the toilet and then it just gushed so I screamed and pressed my red buzzer until the team of midwives arrived. I was then seen by the doctors who made the decision to send me back to the labour ward where I would be closely monitored with one to one care. I then had another two sessions of bleeding and the doctors came to let me know they had blood ready for a transfusion if required. Just to add, Baby C was showing no signs of stress and was coping amazingly – our little fighter!!
I was given my first steroid injection when we first arrived at the hospital (I think) which was to help with Baby C’s lungs should they need to deliver him prematurely. I had another 12 hours after. If anyone had ever had these injections, I admire you completely!! Literally the most painful injection I have ever had. Obviously, I don’t care about that really. Stab me, prod me, poke me, I couldn’t care less. Keeping our baby safe is the most important thing.
The midwives and my consultant thought that the bleeding has been caused by Placenta Previa but this was ruled out at my scan (good news). My placenta is borderline low and not completely covering my cervix which means I will be ok to have a natural delivery. I’m not going to lie I think in the past 24 hours I had just come to the terms I’d be having a caesarean but looks like that’s not the case (although things may change). We also were told that Baby C’s estimated weight was 3lb 13oz which because of the circumstances we were just thinking – the bigger the better!!
After the scan, I started having contractions and the baby’s heart rate started to dropping a little after them. At this point, I was given medication to stop/slow the intensifying contractions. I have had two more doses since. The doctor was then called to take a look at my cervix to see if it was opening. It wasn’t, it was firmly shut (phew) but my mucus plug was coming away and I had a clot on the cervix too. I also tested positive for the test testing if I am likely to go into labour in the next 24 hours or 7 days (I know it’s a big jump but I can’t remember which of the two). The test can give false positive in 25% of cases so I think they mainly do this in hope of a negative reading.
My consultant then said about putting me on a drip to help with Baby C’s neuro system should he come early. It would be an intense 12 minute drip and then a slow 24 hours. Well, let’s just say intense is one way to describe it! I had the biggest hot flush ever and felt so light headed and nauseous. I had Mum fanning me with anything she could find and Michael holding the blinds up to let the wind gush through. I don’t think I would have coped for longer than 12 minutes!! I screamed how much longer and it was only 50 seconds to go. Longest 50 seconds ever but thank god it was coming to an end!
Michael and Mum were amazing yesterday, I really needed them. Looking back, I can’t believe I was in such good spirits. I kept telling myself that stress won’t help me or the baby. My friend Darryll has such an amazing positive mental attitude so I was thinking of her! Having said that, I did have a couple of cries in the middle of the night. My cannula was soo painful and I only managed to sleep for 5 hours. My cannula has now been moved closer to my hand so it’s much less painful! But again, don’t care about me – just Baby C. I had my drip changed every four hours and my blood pressure checked every hour so it was difficult to zone out.
Baby C has been head down since 28 weeks and was head down even yesterday at my scan. However, today he’s decided he would like to be a breech baby – thanks son. I’m not worried about this and nor is my consultant or the midwives so as long as you’re content baby boy, that’s all that matters to us for now. Also to add, I have stopped bleeding!
I also met Doctor Nick from the NICU who answered any questions I had and reassured me that there is ‘room at the inn tonight’ if needed! He was so lovely and really reassured me.
I’ll be staying in the hospital tonight but may be moved back over to the lilac ward opposed to staying on the labour ward which is good I guess. Although, I do rather like my private room, shower, tv and toilet haha! We’re just taking each day as it comes and I’m trying to remain positive. So here’s a picture of me with no makeup, greasy hair, ginormous bags but still smiling. I couldn’t give a π© what I look like as long as our baby boy is safe.
You deserve a medal if you made it to the end, it’s a bit all over the place but I think I got all the key points in!
Another huge thank you to Mum and Michael because I couldn’t have done yesterday without you – I really couldn’t!
I also want to add that I honestly cannot fault the staff at Hinchinbrooke hospital, they have been incredible. Every question has been answered and we have been involved with every decision made. I feel completely safe here and if I’m honest I feel like I’d rather stay here than go home currently so here’s to another night here being looked after.











