My husband was away in Scotland on a training residential when I found out. I had already dreamt about it so I wasn't too shocked when the two lines appeared almost immediately after doing the test.
Our delight quickly turned to anguish as I started bleeding at 5weeks and 4days. A scan at the hospital revealed a sac with no heartbeat.
I was informed that I may have had a miscarriage or I may still be pregnant. I was advised to "wait it out" for two weeks in which time I may still completely bleed out, and come back for a scan to see if there is a heartbeat.
I was left in limbo for an extremely depressing two weeks.
When the day of the scan arrived I was a wreck. we were waiting patiently in the waiting area for around an hour for my husband to realise he needed to put more money in the meter for the car parking! Typical perfect timing!
My husband scurried out quickly to extend the parking time and as he left they called my name to enter the room.
I lay on the table and waited for the scan and the news....... Alhamdulillah I could clearly see the tiniest little heart beat on the screen, at that point my husband came bursting into the room (I don't even know how he knew which room I was in).
I remained level headed and took our little situation as a test from Allah, I became nervous about being too excited during the pregnancy.
My caution served me well for my next speed bump during the pregnancy.
At 17 weeks pregnant myself and my husband took a road trip up to Birmingham to see my extended family, I was soo moody and uncomfortable the whole journey.
Upon arrival a quick trip to the toilet revealed a heavy bleed. I mean soaked jeans type of heavy. I was devastated again. I felt utterly numb. My family advised I wait for the bleeding to stop. Upon reflection I now realise I should have gone to the hospital straight away, even if it was 2AM.
Alhamdulillah in the end it all turned out to be ok.
Fast-forward to my 39th week, a long miserable day with the runs and dehydration caused me to take a trip to maternity assessment unit.
Upon arrival I came to realise that I was in the very early stages of labour! The midwife checks me for dilation and says I'm at a fingertips width.
I get an IV for the dehydration and a foetal monitor to check baby.
They were not happy with the baby's heart trace so they kept me overnight for monitoring.
After being checked my cramps got progressively worse, and by morning i also had a bloody show.
Well after all the fluids and "rest" in the hospital they were happy to let me go home.....and that's where the labour really begun.
My husband dropped me off at my mums house to get some rest and food, it was early morning and he had to head off to work. my step-dad, Mother and brother had all also left the house.
I tried to get some rest as I knew I had a lot of hard word ahead of me.
I managed to nap for half an hour before being awoken by contractions.
It seemed like a good time to build some strength, so off I went to the kitchen for a hearty meal.
I Laboured at home for 7 hours walking circles round the living room rug.
My mother suggested I take a hot bath to ease off some of the pain as things intensified.
I Arrived at hospital for 6pm and laboured in the waiting area for 2 hours whilst eating a prawn sandwich r.
I had my first puff of gas and air at 8pm when i entered the delivery room but it made me feel dizzy so I stopped after that
The midwife checked me and I was only 3cm. I thought after all of that pain I'm only 3cm. She then made a killer statement " you should have this baby in the next 5hours" , I almost gave p all hope at that point. 3hours later I opted for some Pethadine as the contractions took over (was in transition now that I look back at it)
After 4 long hours of labouring on the hard uncomfortable hospital bed I had an urge to go to the bathroom, when I did go I was so disappointed that not much came out and I still felt incredible pressure. I slumped myself over the edge of the bed for 5 mins before deciding to go back to the toilet.
When i was back in the bathroom, I managed to let out a trickle and felt utterly frustrated!
My mum saw the head crowning and helped me make my way back to the bed.
After 10 mins of pushing I delivered her head still in the caul,
The midwife then broke my waters and pulled her out with the next contraction
there was born my daughter at 1am on new years day weighing 6lb 8oz.