This week I remembered why I wanted to be a midwife, not that I had forgotten exactly - but more that life had gotten in the way of my passion.
My best friend text me saying that she was in labour and on the way to the hospital. I was excited, but pretty nervous too. She wasn't due for another 8 weeks. I was hoping it would be a false alarm or random niggling but as she arrived at the hospital early that morning she was VE'd 4cm dilated and her waters broke!
They put her on a hormone drip to pause the labour whilst giving her steriods to help try and mature the babies lungs. This was repeated that evening and then again the next morning. That evening they stopped the drip and let her get on with it. Her baby boy was born in the early hours of the next morning on 4th July 2011. He weighed 4lbs 7oz.
He's still in the NICU and she went home yesterday. She has informed me that all she's been doing since he was born is sleeping and expressing! He's struggling to feed and they don't want him to go home until he is feeding well.
I couldn't stop thinking about her for days! Literally wanting to know WAY too many details!
I have to say, I do love a natural breech birth story.
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