It’s about time I introduce Anwen to the fold.
At 11pm on Friday 12th May 2017, my perception of my life changed. It changed completely.
I was lying in bed at 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant, just about to fall asleep when I felt a dribble. I thought I was weeing myself, it has been known to happen while heavily pregnant so I excused myself from bed to use the toilet.
As I stood, I felt a huge gush. It was dark so I assumed my waters had broken. That was until Jim looked at me and told me it was blood.
The conversation went like this:
Me: (traipsing across the landing) Jim, I think we may need to go to the hospital.
Jim: (following me) Ok, what shall I do?
Me: (sitting on the toilet in case I needed a wee) Grab my notes from the car and tell Leanne we need her.
Jim: (toddling off down the stairs) Ok.
At this point, I headed back into my bedroom, a bath sheet stuffed between my legs and started packing (yes, packing) my hospital bag.
I avoided the massive puddle of blood on the floor and phoned maternity once Jim and Leanne arrived with my notes. Jim decided phoning 999 was a good idea too.
Leanne and Jim continued organizing my bag while I went to lay down on the sofa waiting for the ambulance. I lay there just laughing and joking and remaining calm.
First Response arrived in 12 minutes; followed rapidly 6 minutes later by the ambulance. The time deserves a mention because we live 30 minutes away from the hospital where the paramedic and ambulance were. This also all happened on a Friday night.
Within the hour, I was being blue-lighted and silently worrying that I had already lost my baby.
It was a surreal experience, arriving on Main Delivery by ambulance, the doors open with 2 midwives waiting and being informed I had a welcoming committee. They weren’t kidding. There was a swarm of midwives all doing different things, asking me questions, monitoring the heart rate. I had Doctors checking me out, making decisions.
I was taken to theatre at 12.50am and at 1.20am on Saturday 13th May, I heard my baby’s first cry. She was crying. I started to cry.
Afterwards, they confirmed that it was indeed a placental abruption; it was very serious. I did hemorrhage, they did take some time to stop the bleeding and I could have died.
Anwen arrived in a blur, a surprise baby. She looks just like Seren did as a baby.
13th May 2017
8lb 2oz @ 37+5 weeks