My experience with Caesarean Section delivery

My experience with Caesarean Section delivery

My experience with Caesarean section commonly know as c-section delivery, with my first child

A few of my friends are pregnant now and expecting their little ones any time soon. As any expected mums, they are full of questions on what to expect with regards to labour, what sort of pain to expect and the worse they can expect from the labour process.

I am not a mid-wife or any sort of professional in the field of obstetrician but I have gone through two pregnancies and two different labour processes in the last 3 years and I can share those details with you.

My daughter

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In this post, I will share the labour and delivery experience I had with my daughter through cesarion section, commonly referred to as c-section. I will follow this post with another one to talk about my exprince with my second labour, which is completely different experience to this one.

What happened to my planned normal vaginal birth/ delivery?

I had planned for normal viginal birth with my daughter and I even bought the lavender oil, electric sented candles and a couple of other things for the labour room to stay clam and to enjoy the experience of labour. But all my plans got destroyed when we went for a private scan closer to the full terms (I think around 35 weeks) to see if the baby was doing well. She decided to put a spanner in the works and remained breach, which means, her head was up and legs were down, not an ideal position for a safe and uncomplicated vaginal birth. I was given a couple of options and procedures the doctors were comfortable perfuming in the hospital. As usual, my husband and I did our own research and decided to opt for a scheduled c-section.


Emergency c-Section

The reason why I said, ‘emergency’ c-section is because she was a day early. A stubborn little girl didn’t want the doctors and midwives telling her when she can arrive in this world. The c-section was scheduled for the Monday 23rd March 2015, but she arrived on Sunday 22nd March 2015.

Myself with the machines

The day of labour and delivery:

I still remember the dinner we had with my sister and brother-in-law the night before my daughter arrived. I had a rack of lamb which was just done (as you know, when you are pregnant, you can’t have anything that is not cremated but this lamb was just cooked perfectly). Anyway, I stuffed myself with this delicious food at the dinner and went to sleep about 11pm as usual. I got woken up about 2am with weird pains, almost like period cramps, except they were getting stronger and stronger. I kept ignoring, thinking that I probably ate too much at the dinner. The pain was persistent and got worse and it was a lot more frequent; this is when I started to apply those breathing techniques I learned from prenatal yoga.


Did I pee myself?

The pain got stronger and stronger and around 5 am, I felt a little leak from my bladder, like I peed myself. So, I got out of the bed to go to the toilet, except, I couldn’t control my bladder and the water just kept gushing out. So, I ran to the toilet with the urine leaking all the way to the toilet and I sat on the toilet flabbergasted at what just happed. Throughout the pregnancy, I never had an issue with my bladder but suddenly, how could it get this bad.


Pee and stool analysis?

I have a habit of checking the toilet unit to analyse the colour of my pees, the consistency and the colour of my bowl movements (I know you are getting sick at this point now! but read on, its important). So I know whether my body needs more water, fibre and whether I have eaten too much fat etc. Its amazing how much you can learn from looking at your pee and stool to understand what you doing right and wrong to your body. Anyway, enough about the excretion analysis.

When I got up from the toilet, I noticed a bloody mucusy type of substance sticking to one side of the toilet wall. Suddenly, TING!!! the tube light flashed in my head and everything I was reading and researching came flooding back to me. I wasn’t peeing myself, my water broke, DAH! I followed the trail of liquid I left from the room to the toilet to check for the colour and it was cloudy with mucusy substance mixed in. This is a good sign that there is nothing wrong with my baby. I would have panicked if I had seen blood mixed in with the water.


Calling the mid-wives

Ok, now I know that there is nothing wrong with the baby because my water is clean but what do I do now? I can’t have a normal delivery, because the baby was breach. So, I called the number on my pregnancy file and explained what was happening to the mid-wives and they asked me how often the contraction was and I told them that it was less than 5 minutes apart. Due to my water being broken combined with my baby being breach, they asked me to come to the hospital immediately. We get to the hospital about 6am.


There is no way a baby can poop inside you, right? Well, I was wrong!

By the time I get to the hospital and I go to the toilet to change my pad, I realised that the colour of the pad had tuned brown, which meant the baby has pooped inside me. Yuk!! I know, but I wasn’t thinking that. All I was thinking was that my baby is going to drink the poop water and get infected and going to need medical care and I was right to worry and everyone else was concern at this point, for my baby too. The midwives realised that the situation has changed to a more of an urgency and they classed me as a propriety for the surgery. Lucky for me, there wasn’t a backlog of patience waiting for surgery and I was thankfully the next priority case to be rushed into theatre.


What are all these intimidating machines are for?

In the mean time my baby’s movements, her heartrate and my strength and frequency of contractions were being monitored carefully by these robot looking machines. I had very strong contractions, so they offered me gas and air for the pain, but I wasn’t relying on it 100%, because the gas and air was just making my head light headed and not really helping with the pain. The breathing from yoga practice helped me a lot to cope with the pain and to stay in control.


Gas and Air

For me, the gas and air was useful when they were inserting the catheter. God, that was painful. The nurse got it wrong the first time and I started to bleed from the puncture, but she managed to get it right the second time. I found this procedure to be quite painful and the gas and air helped distract the pain a bit.


Time for the walk to the surgery room:

It was my time to go to the surgery and again unexpectedly, they walked me to the surgery room. I was expected to be wheeled to the surgery room but I guess, that’s not the case. As soon as I got to the room, the panic kicked in. All this time I was joking around with the midwives but in the theatre room seeing everyone in the surgical outfit and the operation table nicely layered with tools to operate me with, I think It’s hard for anyone to stay calm afterwards. But they kept assuring me that they operate on 100’s of people a day and that they are experts and I am in safe hands and nothing will go wrong.


Does the all the research and reading helps you when you are in the labour suite?

I did a lot of research and foetus development and watched a lot of YouTube videos on c-sections because I told myself that I am preparing myself for the day and it will get easier when I know what to expect. Well, it kind of help to know what to expect but when you are in the operation theatre, all the knowledge will get chucked out of the window and the panic will set in. You will also watch some horror stuff and read about them and all of that will cause an inner panic too. So, it’s good to read and do your research but I would avoid reading anything negative as that’s the only thing that will come to your mind when you are panicking, which makes things worse.

Back to the theatre.

The anaesthetist introduced himself and casually and advised me that he was going to administer spinal block instead of Epidural, because it was a straight forward operation. Spinal block is an injection that goes in the spine to numb the certain area of your body. I was relieved to know that I wasn’t getting epidural because I have heard horror stories about epidural.


Inserting the spinal anaesthetic into your spine

The anaesthetist asked me to sit on the bed and slouch down on a pillow and push the back out, so they have enough space to insert the needle through. The baby centre website describes the process as “An anesthesiologist or nurse anesthetist inserts a needle into your lower back, guides it through the membrane surrounding your spinal cord and spinal fluid, and injects a local anesthetic (with or without a narcotic) into your spinal fluid. (There’s almost no chance of mistakenly hitting your spinal cord because the needle goes in below where the cord ends.)”

The anaesthetist administered the spinal block in between contractions, so if you are panicking thinking that you won’t stay still, let me assure you, you are in control and you tell them when the contraction is over, so they can quickly insert the needle.

Soon, I couldn’t feel anything from waist down and they tested it out by spraying my body with super cold spray. Once the lower body was numb, they started doing their magic and delivered my beautiful baby girl within 30 minutes.


Did the baby cry as soon as she was out of my womb?

I remember the doctors and mid-wives saying, ‘here she comes’ and then nothing, I didn’t here her cry and I remember looking at my husband with puzzled look and automatically I held my breath. I couldn’t breath and a panic started to set in and then within a minute, I believe so, but it felt like a lifetime, I heard her cry. Phew, what a relief that was, a sound of happiness and it was as if she gave me hope to live again. First thing I did was close my eyes for the time after a very long day and thanked God for not letting me down and for looking after my baby.

I still can’t think back the moment without welling up and all teary, but she was my life and I never even met her before she was born. I carried her for 9 months and I was looking forward to spending rest of my life together and there was no way anyone can interfere with that plan and I won’t let them.

Soon after Isaabella was born

What I would do differently if I could turn back the time:

Nothing much, because most of the things are out of my control. One thing I would change if i could go back, would be to wash my hair before leaving to go to the hospital. I was in such a panic and I thought I won’t have the time to wash and dry my hair. Er, trust me, it’s better to be nice and fresh with clean hair because you sweat so much during the labour and you don’t know when you will get the opportunity to wash it again. So try and squeeze in a hair wash if you can. Laugh at out, this is my advise.

Advise from me: If you could afford a private scan, then try and get one down closer to your due date. It will give you an indication how well the baby is and also the position of the baby. This will save you a lot of surprises, on the day of the delivery.


My daughter in the basket


Thank you to the Queens Hospital, Romford

I want to finish this article by saying thank you to all the staff, docuots, nurses and mid-wives who looked after me and delivered my baby girl healthy. Without their dedication and the real love for their job, I wouldn’t have had such a positive outcome. They require a lot of patience and strength to do such an amazing job to each and every individual that walks into the hospital. You guys are amazing and super heroes in my book.


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