Work was busy, it was boiling hot.
The appointment book was overflowing and my headache was getting beyond a joke, as an elderly lady walked in with her powdery perfume floating through the air I let out a small gagging noise. In my head it was that "I just didn't like her perfume".
As the morning went on I continued to feel sick. When I say sick, like you know when you've been out for too many vodka's and that fluttery tummy feeling doesn't subside? Yeah that sort of sick.. At the time I was working with my Mum at a hair salon. Now for the record, my Mum is my very best friend, she truly is. So I told her that I was due on my period that day, but I felt sick, headache, and as for that perfume scenario, urgh.
Now, when people say that you're Mother is always right, they really are. Off she went to the pharmacy, she brought back two tests with her. Wee on stick one (and two) just to be sure, leave a minute, check... negative. "I told you I wasn't" I said, and let out a little giggle, I tossed both tests in the bin, and left it at that. Mum was stood having a cup of tea at the time reading the information sheet 'WAIT 3 MINUTES BEFORE READING RESULT' ... Very clearly printed.
Now, before we go any further lets just imagine this a second. There is a lady under the drier due to have her rollers removed by me any second, There is a lady sat with a colour on her hair and a lady waiting for a cut, and me and my Mum are stood in the staff room going through a bin for these tests.. 'TWO LINES NO MATTER HOW FAINT INDICATES A POSITIVE RESULT: SEE GP', not that I was worried of that, as it was going to be negative. Wrong Genna.
Two bright pink lines were on the two test results, I was full of nerves, tears, and frankly I was crapping myself. I wont go into too much detail but I rang my partner and told him, and our conversation was very dry and we were clearly both in shock.
Sooooo skip forward to 12 weeks, we told the family everyone was happy, and shocked and probably crapping themselves too! 20 weeks brought the news of a baby girl, and it all became real. So skip forward 5 more months.
"You are probably about 1.5/2 cm Genna, so dont expect anything to happen to quickly but its a start" said my Midwife. Not exactly what I wanted to hear after eating around 44547 pineapples, bouncing on my ball for 37 days, walking miles, and laying like a whale whilst we did the deed to 'ripen my cervix'.
Only 6 hours later after another long walk, pinching pains begun, but it wasn't for another 2 days then until things really got going. When they got going, I certainly knew about it. We got to my hospital at 4.30pm, and they began running the birthing pool for me. I was briefly examined and then flopped my voluptuous (lets call it that) figure into the water. After rolling around in there for 3 hours things started to happen quickly, and at 8.07pm our little 7.3lb bundle was born. It was magical.
For the next hour we were in heaven, staring and taking pictures of this gorgeous new life. And then... I was examined again.
I was terrified of what the doctor was telling me, I needed stitches, and quite a few. So feeling like I was going to vomit, my legs were placed into stirrups. The doctor sutured my ripped vagina back up (sorry but how else was I meant to put it). It took a lonnnnng time lets just say that. I finally got back to the ward where I was going to stay for the night at 12.15am I was exhausted. However, I was sore but feeling like superwoman. The next day we came home at 4.30pm in the evening and begun our new parenting lifestyle. The rest is history, and the past before her seems non existent.
I have skipped tremendous amounts of detail in this post, mainly because I don't need people knowing the ins and outs of my lady garden, and number two because, well... I wouldn't like to put anyone off. My birth story is nowhere near a horror story, but it made me soooo nervous for ever having another one, only three years later who knew I was going to do it all again, just ALOT quicker that time....
x
The appointment book was overflowing and my headache was getting beyond a joke, as an elderly lady walked in with her powdery perfume floating through the air I let out a small gagging noise. In my head it was that "I just didn't like her perfume".
As the morning went on I continued to feel sick. When I say sick, like you know when you've been out for too many vodka's and that fluttery tummy feeling doesn't subside? Yeah that sort of sick.. At the time I was working with my Mum at a hair salon. Now for the record, my Mum is my very best friend, she truly is. So I told her that I was due on my period that day, but I felt sick, headache, and as for that perfume scenario, urgh.
Now, when people say that you're Mother is always right, they really are. Off she went to the pharmacy, she brought back two tests with her. Wee on stick one (and two) just to be sure, leave a minute, check... negative. "I told you I wasn't" I said, and let out a little giggle, I tossed both tests in the bin, and left it at that. Mum was stood having a cup of tea at the time reading the information sheet 'WAIT 3 MINUTES BEFORE READING RESULT' ... Very clearly printed.
Now, before we go any further lets just imagine this a second. There is a lady under the drier due to have her rollers removed by me any second, There is a lady sat with a colour on her hair and a lady waiting for a cut, and me and my Mum are stood in the staff room going through a bin for these tests.. 'TWO LINES NO MATTER HOW FAINT INDICATES A POSITIVE RESULT: SEE GP', not that I was worried of that, as it was going to be negative. Wrong Genna.
Two bright pink lines were on the two test results, I was full of nerves, tears, and frankly I was crapping myself. I wont go into too much detail but I rang my partner and told him, and our conversation was very dry and we were clearly both in shock.
Sooooo skip forward to 12 weeks, we told the family everyone was happy, and shocked and probably crapping themselves too! 20 weeks brought the news of a baby girl, and it all became real. So skip forward 5 more months.
"You are probably about 1.5/2 cm Genna, so dont expect anything to happen to quickly but its a start" said my Midwife. Not exactly what I wanted to hear after eating around 44547 pineapples, bouncing on my ball for 37 days, walking miles, and laying like a whale whilst we did the deed to 'ripen my cervix'.
Only 6 hours later after another long walk, pinching pains begun, but it wasn't for another 2 days then until things really got going. When they got going, I certainly knew about it. We got to my hospital at 4.30pm, and they began running the birthing pool for me. I was briefly examined and then flopped my voluptuous (lets call it that) figure into the water. After rolling around in there for 3 hours things started to happen quickly, and at 8.07pm our little 7.3lb bundle was born. It was magical.
For the next hour we were in heaven, staring and taking pictures of this gorgeous new life. And then... I was examined again.
I was terrified of what the doctor was telling me, I needed stitches, and quite a few. So feeling like I was going to vomit, my legs were placed into stirrups. The doctor sutured my ripped vagina back up (sorry but how else was I meant to put it). It took a lonnnnng time lets just say that. I finally got back to the ward where I was going to stay for the night at 12.15am I was exhausted. However, I was sore but feeling like superwoman. The next day we came home at 4.30pm in the evening and begun our new parenting lifestyle. The rest is history, and the past before her seems non existent.
I have skipped tremendous amounts of detail in this post, mainly because I don't need people knowing the ins and outs of my lady garden, and number two because, well... I wouldn't like to put anyone off. My birth story is nowhere near a horror story, but it made me soooo nervous for ever having another one, only three years later who knew I was going to do it all again, just ALOT quicker that time....
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