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Getting to the hospital

The delivery with Laaiti can in no ways be compared with the deliver of Phini. I've always been proud of the nine hours it took to bring Phini into this world, that was a dream-delivery, but nothing at all like this 3-hour delivery. Can it get any better than this?

I woke up around 4am, monday morning, with contractions. They were about 10-15 minutes apart and I thought it was Braxton hicks contractions that I had had for a few weeks already.
I went up to pee and noticed the mucus plug was expelled . I went to wake Wayne and told him that something might be happening. He went up and automatically started to prepare everything. I got dressed, we both had a feeling this was it. Contractions came closer and stronger. Wayne phoned granny Anki to come over and stay with Phini, then he packed the last few items for the baby-bag we were to bring with.
My mom came over and we all sat down with some lit candles and a cup of coffee. I told my mom about Phini being sick and having fever-cramps, told her where his medicine is and what to do.
Then Wayne phoned a good friend o ours to get a life into the hospital. I had contractions all the way to the hospital and a huge one just before we got inside.

Pain Killer

Once inside, we were directed to room 8 at the womens clinic, where i have to give a pee-sample before I got connected to a CTG - that's where it all started.

The contractions came a lot closer and a lot stronger. I remember telling Wayne repeatidly that it was going too quick, I was getting worried... It's supposed to take hours before the contractions are this close.
The midwife examined me to see if I had dialated - and Yes I had, 5-6 cm open (and this was 30 minutes after we had gotten there) The midwife explained to me that I was open enough to be written in -"You are so far gone that you're in the right place", she said. Why thank you, I said for not kicking me out...

Well, it didnt take too long until I was screaming "OUCH" and got my very best friend back - nitrous oxide.
The nitrous immidiatly became my very best friend again. i remembered our passionate loveaffair we had had before and the fuzz of happiness soared through my veins as I looked at Wayne and mumbled somehting about the gas working. Wayne looked at me, laughed at his stoned wife and took a photo, - how could he not?
The tubes to the gas came loose at two occasions. The first time I panicked and yelled out "jävla fitta" (fucken cunt) right before the nurse, stressed as she must have been, tried to get the tube back on. The next time it came loose Wayne waas the one to fix it. He was a bit calmer so it went quicker. I yanked the mask out of his hands and put it upside-down across my chin. Atleast it worked..?

Not long thereafter I was screaming to get epidural. Epidural! Epidural!! The nurse double checked if I wanted epidural and I thought to myself "Is she deaf or what..." She ran off to phone the doctor and meanwhile she was gone, which felt like a hundred years, I felt the contractions getting worse. The midwife came back and examined me again - I was open 9 cm!! - Therefor.. No Epidural.

Here he comes..!

The midwife asked me if I wanted morphine instead. I immidiatly said yes. Wayne remembered me saying earlier that i didn't want morphine so he leaned over to ask me if I was sure. I told him I had to have something, it was hurting so much.
They put me on the side to help the baby sink down a bit and i felt how something "snapped" and how I got wet. Wayne was standing by my side, holding my hand and I told him my water broke, "tell them my water broke!!!" He told me that they already knew, How could they know already, before me?!
The midwife came up to me to inject something into the needle in my hand so Wayne got temporarily pushed away which made me panic for a while (this was when the tube got loose the first time and the midwife stressing to get it fixed) I screamed for Wayne to get closer and hold my hand.

The midwife told me she was going to fetch the morphine, and all I could say was "HURRY! Help me!!" She promised to hurry.. but regardless if the actual time she took, it took too long for me. She came back, gave me half a dose of morphine in my left hip (half a shot compared to the 2 i got when having Phini) and increased my nitrous..

Shortly thereafter, I looked at Wayne, groggy as I was, and mumbled "the morphine is kicking in.... the morphine is kicking in...." The rest is a blurry faded memory to me. I could still feel the contractions and I held on to the nitrous as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. I remember the midwife taking the mask away from me all of a sudden and told me to press my chin to my chest and push. What the hell?! Where's the mask!? THE MASK! THE MASK! THE MASK! NITROUS!! I didn't have much choice than to push, I could feel the pressure so I pushed for all I was worth. 3 pushes later and he was out, o6:53, may 16th of 'o5.

The midwife held him up and Wayne took a photo of him. Then he was put on my chest and he stayed there for quite some time while I pushed out the placenta and while i got stitched up. The midwife then grabbed him quickly to weigh him and messure him - 2950 grams and 50 cm. He was a little bigger than we thought he'd be!

We were served coffee, cider and sandwiches on a tray with the swedish flag on it. The coffee was most appealing to us at the time.

Around 10am I was up, dressed and dancing to the radio, pumped with adrenalin and pure joy. I was feeling great! At around 11am we went to the patient-hotel and got checked in and shortly thereafter Wayne went home to Phini, completely exhausted as he had not slept at all the night before. It felt safe to know that he went home to b e with our sick little toddler at home.

Laaiti and I rested that day, took it easy. We tried our best to get the nursing to work, and just enjoyed each other, being together and finally meeting each other.

The day after (tue 17/5) we went home, around lunch-time.


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The Delivery. This is how we brought Laaiti into this world.
	Getting to the hospital The delivery with Laaiti can in no ways be compared with the deliver of Phini. I've always been proud of the nine hours it took to bring Phini into this world, that was a dream-delivery, but nothing at all like this 3-hour delivery. Can it get any better than this? I woke up around 4am, monday morning, with contractions. They were about 10-15 minutes apart and I thought it was Braxton hicks contractions that I had had for a few weeks already. I went up to pee and noticed the mucus plug was expelled . I went to wake Wayne and told him that something might be happening. He went up and automatically started to prepare everything. I got dressed, we both had a feeling this was it. Contractions came closer and stronger. Wayne phoned granny Anki to come over and stay with Phini, then he packed the last few items for the baby-bag we were to bring with. My mom came over and we all sat down with some lit candles and a cup of coffee. I told my mom about Phini being sick and having fever-cramps, told her where his medicine is and what to do. Then Wayne phoned a good friend o ours to get a life into the hospital. I had contractions all the way to the hospital and a huge one just before we got inside.
	Pain Killer Once inside, we were directed to room 8 at the womens clinic, where i have to give a pee-sample before I got connected to a CTG - that's where it all started. The contractions came a lot closer and a lot stronger. I remember telling Wayne repeatidly that it was going too quick, I was getting worried... It's supposed to take hours before the contractions are this close. The midwife examined me to see if I had dialated - and Yes I had, 5-6 cm open (and this was 30 minutes after we had gotten there) The midwife explained to me that I was open enough to be written in -"You are so far gone that you're in the right place", she said. Why thank you, I said for not kicking me out... Well, it didnt take too long until I was screaming "OUCH" and got my very best friend back - nitrous oxide. The nitrous immidiatly became my very best friend again. i remembered our passionate loveaffair we had had before and the fuzz of happiness soared through my veins as I looked at Wayne and mumbled somehting about the gas working. Wayne looked at me, laughed at his stoned wife and took a photo, - how could he not? The tubes to the gas came loose at two occasions. The first time I panicked and yelled out "jävla fitta" (fucken cunt) right before the nurse, stressed as she must have been, tried to get the tube back on. The next time it came loose Wayne waas the one to fix it. He was a bit calmer so it went quicker. I yanked the mask out of his hands and put it upside-down across my chin. Atleast it worked..? Not long thereafter I was screaming to get epidural. Epidural! Epidural!! The nurse double checked if I wanted epidural and I thought to myself "Is she deaf or what..." She ran off to phone the doctor and meanwhile she was gone, which felt like a hundred years, I felt the contractions getting worse. The midwife came back and examined me again - I was open 9 cm!! - Therefor.. No Epidural.
	Here he comes..! The midwife asked me if I wanted morphine instead. I immidiatly said yes. Wayne remembered me saying earlier that i didn't want morphine so he leaned over to ask me if I was sure. I told him I had to have something, it was hurting so much. They put me on the side to help the baby sink down a bit and i felt how something "snapped" and how I got wet. Wayne was standing by my side, holding my hand and I told him my water broke, "tell them my water broke!!!" He told me that they already knew, How could they know already, before me?! The midwife came up to me to inject something into the needle in my hand so Wayne got temporarily pushed away which made me panic for a while (this was when the tube got loose the first time and the midwife stressing to get it fixed) I screamed for Wayne to get closer and hold my hand. The midwife told me she was going to fetch the morphine, and all I could say was "HURRY! Help me!!" She promised to hurry.. but regardless if the actual time she took, it took too long for me. She came back, gave me half a dose of morphine in my left hip (half a shot compared to the 2 i got when having Phini) and increased my nitrous.. Shortly thereafter, I looked at Wayne, groggy as I was, and mumbled "the morphine is kicking in.... the morphine is kicking in...." The rest is a blurry faded memory to me. I could still feel the contractions and I held on to the nitrous as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. I remember the midwife taking the mask away from me all of a sudden and told me to press my chin to my chest and push. What the hell?! Where's the mask!? THE MASK! THE MASK! THE MASK! NITROUS!! I didn't have much choice than to push, I could feel the pressure so I pushed for all I was worth. 3 pushes later and he was out, o6:53, may 16th of 'o5. The midwife held him up and Wayne took a photo of him. Then he was put on my chest and he stayed there for quite some time while I pushed out the placenta and while i got stitched up. The midwife then grabbed him quickly to weigh him and messure him - 2950 grams and 50 cm. He was a little bigger than we thought he'd be! We were served coffee, cider and sandwiches on a tray with the swedish flag on it. The coffee was most appealing to us at the time. Around 10am I was up, dressed and dancing to the radio, pumped with adrenalin and pure joy. I was feeling great! At around 11am we went to the patient-hotel and got checked in and shortly thereafter Wayne went home to Phini, completely exhausted as he had not slept at all the night before. It felt safe to know that he went home to b e with our sick little toddler at home. Laaiti and I rested that day, took it easy. We tried our best to get the nursing to work, and just enjoyed each other, being together and finally meeting each other. The day after (tue 17/5) we went home, around lunch-time.