I’ve now developed severe cramps in my left glutes stretching all the way to my knee due to being forced to ‘lay still’ on the bed while the strap-on monitor tries to get a steady reading from the baby. Which is absolutely RIDICULOUS considering we (Baby & I ) were both in active, advanced labour.
Funny, but the leg cramps are bothering me way more than the uterine contractions – which I seem to be able to deal with, while the leg cramps are just UNBEARABLE. I think this was the only point I actually shouted to Erin to
“Please do something to help me with the leg cramps!!”
We finally find that keeping my leg bent and her pushing down with all her might on my knee works to keep the cramps at bay.
Idiote medical doctor comes in once again, looks at me squirming around in the bed, looks at the monitor and says the reading is ‘not satisfactory’.
She then kind of yells at me, asking if I have ‘the urge to push’. I’m like, ‘I don’t know?!’ She rolls her eyes at me and leaves. This is my first baby, how the heck am I supposed to know?!!! All I know is that my body seems to have taken over!!
I wanted very much to yell various profanities at her, had I been physically able to, but the labour was frankly overwhelming in that it took over all of my focus and energy.
At this point, a different midwife (of middle eastern descent) comes in to take a look at me. Apparently a shift change had taken place during that time, which explains why we were left to ourselves for quite a long while. The midwife finally has the experience to know that I should be checked, before realising in shock that I was already at 10cm. I see her almost jump up to roll the medical tray into the birthing pool room and call the OB/GYN pronto.
Apparently no one had expected too that I would progress so quickly, as I had just been recently admitted.
40 weeks + 4, Thursday
I am awoken by a huge contraction and roll off the couch (we’d both fallen asleep) wordlessly for fear of waking the husband and alarming him before it’s Really necessary.
I try to get back on but the force of the contraction overwhelms me and I decide to stay on the floor.
Somehow this time I have a feeling that “We’re about to hit the road, baby!”
I spend the next hour diligently timing each contraction and the intervals with my pregnancy app.
Each contraction was about 2 minutes apart, and I went through the hour quietly and calmly (hypnobirthing at its best!), before waking the husband.
“I think I’m in labour. My contractions have been less than 2 minutes apart for the last hour.”
The husband bolts right up like – what?!! Where have I been this whole time??? Sleeping?!?!!
He springs into action and quickly gets Erin the doula, to come by, and phones the hospital for advice. The midwife says to run a bath for me and pop a couple of painkillers, and see if the ‘pain’ goes away. (Haha.) I think they do this to avoid people rushing to the hospital at the first twinge or Braxton hick.
From this point onwards I have no awareness of timelines, and I have the hypnobirthing track playing through with me on the mobile.
REAL Labour this time
40 weeks + 3, Wednesday
Contractions still going, received a message from my doula (E) first thing AM:
E: How are you feeling today, are the contractions increasing in frequency/intensity?
L: Yea… erm… maybe…? I’m not sure…
At this point I may be making it all up in my head.
She decides to come by to check on me, and confirms that I was indeed making it up in my head.
E: Real labour is much more intense than this.
L: But how will I know?
E: Oh trust me, you will know.
I’ve wanted to write this post for months now, but each time I’ve picked the laptop up, Miss Jyve stirs; and I am now typing this out while breastfeeding her on the other arm – talk about Multi-tasking Mom Power!
So 40 weeks came and went, and we were still waiting on Miss Jyve’s arrival. I knew that it was just round the corner with The Pregnancy Waddle, the increasing weight bearing down, the increasing downward pressure which felt like her head was right ‘there’, and the increasing stabby pains on the cervix each time she shifted and bounced on it. (Oh the joys of pregnancy!)
Would she be a June or July baby? I wondered.
For a bit of a background, we’d decided to work with a doula on having the natural, drug-free water birth that I wanted, using hypnobirthing techniques.
I was watching a program this week featuring El Celler de Can Roca, a 3-Michelin star restaurant in Catalonia, Spain, apparently the top restaurant in the world, when I thought: it would be such a nice treat to eat at such a place for one of my birthdays…
As I watched, I could only imagine what a delight it must be to explore and discover the way these chefs experiment with taste, aroma, texture, ingredients and form.
And I don’t know how, but the husband manages to somehow read my mind and ends up taking my breath away by bringing me to Reflets par Pierre Gagnaire, one of the 3-Michelin star chef’s restaurants!
I can only say that the dining experience was a dream-like play on all the senses, where I don’t think pictures would it do any justice. There is just no way to put in words or pictures, the delight, wonder and amazement of being presented with course after course of amazing compositions.
If you get a chance to, it’s definitely one of the places to dine at. Don’t bother with all the other ‘celebrity’ restaurants, as they mostly turn out to be a waste of time. This definitely tops my list of restaurants in Dubai.
And with that, I leave you with this, taken during the amusebouche, right before we were whisked away on a culinary whirlwind.