On Thursday the 1st September, the first day of spring, my waters broke. And of course not in the Hollywood way, but in a sneaky leaky way that had me guessing all day until I called the midwife around 4pm to let her know. Rosie, my midwife, was not on duty so I got her lovely partner Stef instead. Stef suggested I come in straight away to be checked and confirm that it was indeed amniotic fluid happening.
I arranged baby sitting for Daisy, called Dwayne at work and asked him to meet me at Gosford Hospital, and drove myself there.
As suspected the waters had broken and we were there for observation for a couple of hours, checking that the baby was happy and nothing alarming happening. According to the CTG machine I was having mild contractions every 10 minutes, but most of them I didn't notice at all and Stef described them more as "tightenings" than real contractions.
Around 7.30pm we picked up Daisy and went home and called Dwayne's mum to come over, as we knew things would start happening soon one way or another. We went to bed and waited and hoped that real contractions would set in. I had been given a day and a half before they wanted to induce me. Normally they would give you 24 hours for the infection risk, but for some reason they didn't want to start an induction off on a Friday afternoon, so I was scheduled for Saturday. But first I was given an appointment at 8am on Friday morning to go back to hosiptal for another check-up on the baby.
I was quite happy to be given some extra time, since being induced is one of the things I would very much like to avoid. I slept quite well, got up at around 1am to see to Daisy, spent an hour or so having catastrophe thoughts about induction, and went back to solid sleep again.
At 4.17am I woke up from experiencing a real contraction! Joy of joy, there would be no induction needed!
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